Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Chapter 589 38. Eat? Why don't you eat?

On the throne, a figure wearing a crown holds a scepter.

On top of the scepter, the spiritual energy symbolizing the deceiver is fluctuating.

In his eyes, deep meaning flows,

+No...+

He spoke softly, and the farce in the garden in front of him seemed not to arouse the interest of those in power.

Those in power seem confident.

Out-of-control Mortarion, out-of-control Sanguinius, out-of-control...

+...it? +

+Too underestimating it. +

It just takes a little nudge, a little opportunity... or even no guidance from the outside world... He can wake up from the dream of the Star God... It just needs a little adaptation... And this opportunity has already been there thousands of years ago. Planted.

... He just needs to wake up from the dream of the Star God... He has swallowed too many messy things... Go and see his kindred... Let Him see his choice... Will he choose to wake up... …

See if He can get the interest back.

A smile appeared on the king's lips.

Beings that cannot be restrained by the laws of subspace and controllers of physical laws, the only thing that can restrain them is their fragile, vulnerable, yet extremely thick self.

That existence...is also like this...

Self-deception.

The emperor smiled contemptuously.

He recalled the man who had come to him in the dragon's cave.

At that time, He knew...that tyrant was right.

...So, what would you choose, Hades?

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At the dining table, Hades paused.

He blinked, looked past the fraudster, and seemed to feel the tampered Mona Lisa smiling at him across the table.

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The charred earth cracked, and the whole world was shaking violently. Dark clouds pressed down, and in the darkness, a violent electric dragon swayed its tail.

The earth's fire breathed out, and streak-like lines penetrated the darkness from bottom to top. The lava was rolling, and the entire planet seemed to be torn apart by a huge force, revealing its hot and rolling core.

In front of the truly violent nature and the physical laws that truly run this universe, the huge and numerous Tyranids are like ants at this moment...

No, any living thing is like an ant at this moment.

The miracle of a war machine is the size of an entire city, but on a planetary scale, it is only a drop in the ocean.

The plunder of the Great Devourer Tyran and the extermination order of the brutal humans are just tearing off a thin layer of skin on the planet.

The planet is still slowly but firmly rotating around the star, and it has been like this for thousands of years, and it has been like this for tens of thousands of years. Perhaps only humans from the past era, or ancient races that have been sleeping for thousands of years, have the ability to completely destroy a planet.

Or maybe it's a planet composed of huge creatures in subspace.

Today's war is still a small fight on the surface of the planet.

Planets, on the other hand, are still soulless and unconscious things created by the laws of physics.

——The true darling of physical reality sets foot on this scorched earth.

Between the Tyranids who were panicking and trying to maintain their balance, and among the ruins that suddenly collapsed, the black stone creations shining with green light let out a roar like they were disintegrating.

The hot and bright flames ignited, with mad rage, the flames far more dazzling than the stars burned blazingly, and the majestic energy poured out.

With just one breath, hundreds of millions of Tyranids were instantly buried in the vast sea of ​​fire.

The giant of fire rises.

The painful scream that pierced time and space sounded. He had been imprisoned for long enough, and his consciousness was broken for so long that the desires inside him were swirling like fire - the Burner, known as the cruelest star god.

He rejoices in the death of life from the fire, burning—burning! ! !

In a sea of ​​red, fragments of golden satin flashed past. Using words, the Deceiver had already driven the Burner into madness. This was a large fragment, and it was the spear wrapped in flames in His hand.

The Deceiver has wanted to watch a war like this for a long time, the mingling of the Nightbringer and the Void Dragon... and a few fragments of him, the battle of darkness and flames.

[You feel hungry. ]

The fraudster said this was meant for both parties.

In the distance, darkness rolled like mist. Green thunder in the mist shuttled between Tyrannids from time to time. The space was weirdly twisted, winding and greedy like tentacles.

The Burner let out a broken scream, the tongues of fire roared, and his burning eyes looked into the darkness.

The Burner reaches out towards the darkness beyond.

Fireworks were rising, the gravitational field was fluctuating, and time and space were distorted. In the swirling light of the fire, the monsters hiding in the darkness were forced to reveal their true appearance.

On the dining table, the Deceiver watched with satisfaction as the Great Devourer put down the tableware in his hands.

There was no luster in Pluto's eyes, which reminded him of the Nightbringer, the eternally hungry god of death, never satisfied, never filled, feeding on pain and despair.

Ah... that is also the Star God who is the easiest to be persuaded, the most powerful Star God, the most greedy Star God, the most power-hungry monster, the God of Death...

Firelight came from a corner of the restaurant, accompanied by billowing smoke.

[I suppose you have not taken the initiative to taste the delicacies, my friend? ]

A bright green electric arc rose up, and the Deceiver watched Pluto stand up in a hurry. In his hands, the silver-white living metal condensed into the shape of a scythe.

The Deceiver watched this scene with interest. The authority of the Void Dragon and the authority of the Nightbringer interfered with each other, and finally presented this scene. The Great Devourer used the metal of the Void Dragon to condense into the Nightbringer's scythe.

So where did His authority go?

Fraud.

The glittering metallic luster floated on the surface of the Trickster. He realized with a smile that this made Him happy. He thought he was a human being and used His authority to deceive the alien race that was established against the Star God ten thousand years ago.

The walls were swirling with more choking flames. The Trickster knocked on the table, and the entire virtual space began to distort according to His will——

The Great Illusion, this is not the subconscious of Pluto, but the illusion built by the Trickster in imitation of Pluto's dream.

And these simple buildings... It is still thanks to the arrogant subspace creature that the Trickster can know what Pluto's dream looks like.

...Arrogant, ignorant and unaware.

The flames rose, devour, devour, devour the fragments that do not belong to Him.

This is a secret letter between Star Gods, a field that low-dimensional creatures cannot understand.

The Star Gods are the composition of reality, carrying energy, time and space. They are not material, but greed and arrogance make them choose to embark on a path of self-destruction.

In other words, even gods cannot restrain their desires.

With the help of the Necromancer, the Star Gods, who were originally energy bodies, gained metal bodies, which also meant that they became tangible, could be touched, and could be destroyed.

But the Star Gods did not think too much. They were immersed in the deliciousness of the soul, craving for the supreme devouring.

Thus, they abandoned the bland and tasteless days of the past.

Devouring brings strength to the Star Gods, the integration of thousands of rules, and the hybrid of disordered laws.

The more they devour, the more chaotic it becomes.

The powers of different attributes merge into one, and chaos and madness are inevitable, but the Star Gods driven by appetite have not yet realized this, and have been shattered by their former slaves.

But as the first jackal god who instigated his own kind to devour, the Deceiver is happy to witness all the chaos and madness.

Even the devoured are not really gone.

The afterimages after being devoured twisted and screamed beside the Star Gods, immortal and immortal, bringing new madness to them day and night.

The more chaotic the devoured, the easier it is to fall into the abyss of chaos due to the incompatibility between the powers.

It has devoured three different fragments of Star God.

One more, two more chaotic ones... Unlike other fragments whose autonomous consciousness has been completely worn out, the Deceiver still retains a strong self.

Devour it... Replace it... Or... Be devoured by it... Slowly replace it.

The Ship of Theseus.

Compared with the gods of the Warp, the Star God who is not backfired by the laws of physics and is driven only by desire and malice appears to be more pure.

This Deceiver fragment wants to become the eternal nightmare of the Great Devourer.

He will be swallowed and turned into a touch of disordered chaos, whispering in its ear, letting His authority render it and forging it into a real monster of reality and the Warp.

Replace it piece by piece.

Guide it in the gap of consciousness...

Until the largest Deceiver fragment picks this heavy fruit.

Drive it crazy, fall into the eternal drive of desire, and slowly penetrate it until it becomes weak.

...Hungry...

But first, He will consume it. The Deceiver earnestly tempted the Burner. Whether it was war or the next devouring, it would break the originally precarious balance.

The Great Devourer raised his sickle.

In front of the rolling darkness, the flames swayed, the strong wind blew, the magma rolling from the depths of the earth surged upward, the thick yellow steam rose, a fire tornado rolled through the sky and the earth, violently tearing apart the rolling clouds.

The darkness and the flames divided the sky, and the planet itself turned into a battlefield and a weapon. Under the authority of the Star God, the planet was slowly bursting and melting, like a chocolate ball falling into hot soup.

The sky fire and the earth fire descended together, the gravitational field and the electromagnetic field were wantonly fiddled with, the huge crust cracked piece by piece, the ocean boiled, slowly floated upward, turned into a corner of the black cloud, the ions jumped, and the thunder dragon lit up.

This is not a war that low-level creatures can understand.

The surviving greenskins screamed in fear, falling into the cracks of the earth along with the rubble, or being pulled up by the chaotic gravitational field and thrown into the sky.

But the subspace connection here is so weak that these greenskins soon fell into a deep sleep.

Densely packed, still struggling on the earth are a large number of Tyranids.

On the collapsed planet, they are real ants.

The uneven crust tore the body of the insect saint alive, and the huge Tyranid Titan was stuck in the gap between the mountains. The juice splashed out and quickly evaporated under the high temperature. The next moment, the active crust swallowed their corpses.

The chaotic gravitational field pulled the earth, the ocean, and the sky. Above the atmosphere, the surviving Tyranid fleet began to scream, but was pulled by the gravitational field in vain and fell into the battlefield of magma and darkness.

The moment they came into contact with darkness, they lost their lives.

The sight of death is staring at them, this is death from the physical level.

This is a battle between star gods.

Or... add some more premises.

The Deceiver hides in his illusion. This is a battle between a larger and more complete fragment of the Burner and a Great Devourer that has swallowed many Star Gods.

After being shattered into pieces by slaves, the gods who fell from the altar lost too much.

Their power was dispersed, their memories were shattered, and they were like children with great power in their hands, but they could not really use their power.

The sickle in Pluto's hand flashed with cold light.

The flames reflected his face hidden in the darkness, and in a daze he recalled the long past. He had also faced a star god... That time, something stood between him and the god of death.

At that time, he was still weak.

But now...everything is different.

strength.

He felt power - it was an incomprehensible feeling, and he was not very familiar with them yet. Gravity was like his arms, and darkness was his breath.

This power... is also obtained by devouring it.

He tried to manipulate them to use as his scythe.

He had no intention of wielding his actual scythe.

destroy……

... He expected to destroy, devour, and harvest... He seemed to have made similar promises.

Pluto's will broke away from the shackles of his race, and Pluto began to try to compress gravity, compressing it to the limit...

As gravity shrinks, the floating rocks around Pluto begin to gather and are squeezed to a point by gravity.

He felt tired, squeezing gravity required energy, and what he had taken in before was far from enough.

When gravity is compressed to the limit...a singularity is formed...and then...

black hole.

The charming black rose in this physical world.

Hades' figure froze.

Something stopped him from trying. He looked at the giant of fire. Darkness and flames were eroding each other, tearing the planet apart. However, due to Pluto's wishes, he did not want to use the sickle and the Burning Man to truly Fight like warriors.

War has endless possibilities.

But the Burner obviously couldn't wait any longer, and the flames squeezed him.

Pluto thought, and he moved forward.

Space distortion! Like a strong wind blowing by, the darkness in half of the world was like a flying cloak, being pulled forward by a huge force.

In the black waves, a long scythe wrapped with an electric dragon penetrated out!

Time seemed to slow down extremely, the Burner roared and spewed out flames, and the metal close to it seemed to be melted, becoming as soft as soaked paper.

However, the arc and black mist were not affected by the flames. The shell that originally contained the metal scythe was more like the real scythe itself at this moment. The pure energy penetrated the giant of fire. The flames were scattered, but in an instant it became more violent. gathered together.

The Burner cried angrily,

The next moment, countless light spears rose from the ground and pierced the darkness!

The blurry face in the darkness was illuminated, and Pluto's sculpture-like face was reflected, expressionless and unconscious, with only the bottomless abyss between the black pupils.

The fragments of the Star God started fighting.

In the Great Illusion, the fraudster seems to be relieved, the black hole...? After creating a black hole, is it sure it can escape from it?

Or is it just an unconscious attempt? Trying out its newfound abilities?

Horrible monster.

It purely hopes to destroy its enemies, leaving no escape route at all... a terrifying attack method.

The once complete Star Gods may have had the ability to destroy galaxies at the snap of a finger, but as they were broken and sealed, those glory had long been forgotten, and the crazy Star God fragments could only use theirs clumsily. Ability that mimics the attacks seen between other creatures.

Attacks like the Great Devourer...are not common.

Horror...horror...

This fuels fraudsters’ thirst even more.

The giant mountain spewed out of magma fell down, and the mountains gathered together to hit Pluto in the shadow. Under the earth, the veins of the spewed out minerals were winding, and a giant metal python jumped out of the magma sea! Crash the giant mountain!

The Deceiver whispered, and illusions appeared in the sight of both sides from time to time. The battlefield was sometimes real and sometimes fake, and the mist and flames twisted together.

Sickle Wind was flying around like a disillusionment, and began to use his best weapon, Pluto, which was flexible and ethereal. The sickle made of metal in his hand kept changing.

The Burners began to fall behind.

The black mist slowly but surely swallowed the darkness, and the earth was closed with great force. The rolling magma was obscured deep in the ground. The darkness descended again. In the battle of gravity, countless ions were accumulated, making the thunder more violent.

The Burner roared, his white eyes filled with rage. The hunter who used to like to play with his prey became a prisoner. Darkness and thunder pressed in step by step, absorbing the energy released by the Burner.

He is hungry.

Constantly hungry.

Finally, on the top of the mountain arched by the earth's crust, he caught Him.

The darkness was like a giant hand clenching, and the flames that originally covered the sky were imprisoned, condensed, and struggled between his fingers, like a beating heart of fire.

clatter.

The helmet boots suspended in the air fell to the ground, and Pluto stood on the top of the mountain, holding the heart of the flame in his hand.

Darkness crawls at His feet, thunder calms at His fingers.

The battle is over.

Hades looked around blankly.

The earth, which was disturbed by the gravitational field, was still trembling faintly. Hot and dim poisonous gas erupted from the cracks in the crust that had just closed, and lines of fire burst out from it.

The glorious green-skinned civilization of the past has long since disappeared, and hundreds of millions of tyrann troops have also been reduced to ashes. Everything is in ruins, leaving only protruding rocks and cracked earth.

"What should I do?"

He was dazed, and the dancing presence between his fingers tickled his palms, making him feel warm and thirsty.

He was hungry.

...swallow...

He lowered his head and subconsciously touched the flames with the black domain.

Nothing happened.

After asking what I want to do, Pluto had a second question,

"How do you eat this?"

He opened his mouth with slight hesitation, but inertia and memory held him back. He had never eaten like this before.

He seemed to recall that day under the Mars underground - His memory reminded him that he shouldn't eat this.

A faint buzzing sound sounded, and a broken shuttle came down staggeringly. Pluto smelled the familiar scent that had been eaten by him.

He turned his head, hoping to see what kind of existence it was... That was his former food, and he might devour it without hesitation... just because he had done the same before.

The black domain was about to move, but was suppressed by the black mist. The physical side and the subspace side were thirsty for food.

The golden satin rose, and above the heart of flames, the aura of the deceiver emerged.

The figure of the metal giant appeared.

Hades blinked.

He sat by the fire, holding a roasted horse meat kebab.

"Eat,"

Karas poked him, "Why don't you eat? If you don't eat, I will."

The psychic stretched out his hand to grab it, but Pluto quickly raised the kebab in his hand and elbowed Karas away.

"Eat," said Hades, "why don't I eat?"

He raised the meat skewers in his hands and stared at them doubtfully. He felt hungry. The meat skewers were so tempting. There was no reason not to try them.

He hesitantly opened his mouth and took the first bite.

It's strange and tastes weird.

This was his first thought, but it smelled so good.

Pluto chewed, slowly, preciously, and he felt warm, a rare feeling of fullness...but something was wrong.

There was a loud crackling sound of fire in His ears, like a volcano erupting.

Hades paused urgently, convinced he had never tasted this taste before.

He frowned and raised the skewer, looking at it again and again.

[Don’t want to eat? ]

"Don't you want to eat, Senior Hades?"

In the mess hall of the Endurance, Pluto sat in the darkness with a bowl of porridge in front of him.

Vox stared at him doubtfully, as if asking what was wrong with the senior combatant today and why he was not actively eating.

"I...um..."

Pluto hesitantly stirred the porridge in his hand. The nutritious porridge that once comforted him began to become unfamiliar.

[Not hungry? ]

"You dislike my food?"

Herrera curled her lips in dissatisfaction, "Eat it as you like, Hades."

Pluto lowered his head and held the too hot bowl.

His consciousness began to scatter, and he fell into an endless illusion. The only theme that was the same was food, food, food - barren and inedible white corn, white porridge as watery as a pot, nutritious porridge on the Endurance, and the baking of the Death Guard. Ban's failure, the waste barrel next to Mortarion's apothecary, the full banquet at the primarch's gathering, Terra's rich delicacies, Macragge's specialty desserts...

Take a bite... Take a bite...

Blake staggered and fell on the cracked earth. Mingzi saw a figure arching up the mountain top from a distance. A metal giant floated beside his father, with gold satin covering his eyes.

"My lord——!"

Blake yelled, "My Father!!! Pluto!!!"

The Deceiver looked at Black with dissatisfaction, no, no, no, they should appear at the moment when it was at its weakest after devouring the Burner, and then be devoured, giving it the final blow to its consciousness.

Gravity pinned Black to the earth. Pluto shouted in vain. He hoped to arouse Pluto's reason. He had heard the story of the death being out of control - it was rumored within the Death Guard that at that time, Morag and Seventy-Seven A mourner died, awakening the god of death.

He's going to do something similar to that.

Mingzi's voice was torn by the wind, and in the sky, a hastily jumped out fleet appeared, and the Sons of Pluto battle group arrived belatedly.

Useless.

The fraudsters thought that their arrival was useless and futile.

Even if they hope to awaken its sanity... they should send a being who is more familiar with him. Perhaps only the commander of the Death Guard can do this... or the tyrant of the human empire.

The chess game has been decided.

In the illusion that the deceiver is confident about, the Great Devourer cannot escape. Its past is too deeply tied to eating, and it cannot resist eating. This is absolutely impossible.

As long as it does not develop a strong resistance to food, the Deceiver has enough time and energy to entangle with the Great Devourer's consciousness.

But in the Great Illusion, it won't be averse to food.

Just like those greenskins, just like those Tyranids, the gods cannot listen to the words of the insects, and their defeat is certain.

The Deceiver has already thought about it. He will play with Pluto's will, manipulate Pluto's body, and return to the top through those believers who surrender.

High in the sky, looking at the new planet that seemed to have just formed, Butz was silent, the haze on his face almost dripping with water.

On the screen, something was obviously wrong with the Pluto detected by the survey array, as if he had fallen into an illusion.

The figure of the fraudster did not appear on the screen. People only saw the stiff Pluto, and Kirkland shouted, trying to immediately dispatch a shuttle fleet to greet Pluto.

Do you need to activate the destruction command?

Buz was silent. He tried to contact Black on the ground, but all electromagnetic waves were cut off.

In front of a clear-minded star god fragment, it seems unrealistic to reach the ground safely.

The deceiver smiles...devour it...devour it...get buried in this vast appetite...

…you have never resisted food…you are deeply attracted to food…food is your number one priority for survival…nothing overrides that…

In the subspace, the figure sitting sideways on the throne sneered.

In the restaurant, the fragrance wafts out.

Pluto dragged his cheeks and watched the food that whetted his appetite emerge from the bowl. For some reason, he was always very familiar with this scene.

He stared blankly at the Mona Lisa behind the dining table.

He suddenly felt a vomiting sensation.

From deep within His spinal cord, His entire consciousness protested.

That is an existence that he would rather die than swallow... What is that? what is that?

What happened after that?

Hades lowered his head tremblingly——

He saw Macado in the bowl.

? ? ? ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Malcador? ! ! ! !

Suddenly returning to his senses, Hades immediately recalled everything. The repulsive force that was different from reality repelled him, and he instantly fell out of the darkness——

Snapped! ! ! !

On the top of the mountain, Hades's hand tightly grasped the deceiver's throat, and the black mist wrapped around the deceiver like a chain.

Hot lava flowed from the corners of his clenched mouth.

"eat?"

He stared at the Deceiver, who then realized that the knife that broke the situation was provided by Himself.

Emperor...Emperor...that subspace creature? ! ! !

how come? ! ! ! !

The Deceiver struggled to break free, but it was already weak and had no power to fight back at this moment.

"Eat nm."

The darkness at the feet of Hades leaps up!

The next moment, the fraudster's roar sounded like an explosion! ! !

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On the other side, Blake, who was locked by the Deceiver's gravity, collapsed to the ground. He ignored Magnus's scream and quickly opened the communication channel.

"Black, son of Hades! Requesting support!"

Above the starry sky, Buzz was silent, and finally...

"Accept request for help."

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The figure on the throne raised his eyes and continued to look at the farce in the garden.