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

Chapter 690 138. The end of God-killing that can never be reached!

Facing the cruel reality, the arrogant newborn burst into tears.

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The eyes of the half-life God of Death reflected a scene that frightened him to the core of his bones.

He didn't know yet what was going on. He bit his fleshy mouth and subconsciously swallowed, but his spine shivered subconsciously.

In the bright yellow eyes where the film has not faded,

He saw a pitch-black figure standing in the void, with white arcs dancing between his lowered palms. The same electric dragon, but hundreds of times thicker, was also wrapped around the black star behind Pluto.

There is no mercy in His dark eyes.

The stars piled with black stones are like pure and light energy bodies, slowly hovering seven meters above the ground, calm and silent in Comoros.

The ripples of the turbulent subspace waves were instantly smoothed. The true power does not need to be spoken. He just stands here, and you know his power.

The still staggering Eldar zombie fell straight down. In the gap in the sky of the Webway, the subspace waves roared. The black star vibrated at an extremely high frequency, instantly smoothing the pouring subspace waves.

Vast and absolute darkness enveloped Commorragh.

Pluto landed, and the black star slowed down his steps, one step after another.

The black sickle appeared from his hand and dragged on the ground, drawing a deep ravine on the ground.

+ No - no! ! ! +

The God of Death, who was entangled with Slaanesh, screamed. He didn't understand why he had to face such a terrifying thing just after he recovered. His recovery should be celebrated with the death of a god, but not his own destruction! ! !

The concept convergence began to struggle. Slaanesh and Death, who had just bitten each other, may have reached a brief alliance at this moment. The powerful muscles exploded in the snake's tail, and the twins simultaneously let out a scream that could tear the sky apart!

Blood-soaked authority gushes out of their throats, and they shrink, but everything will be worth it!

There were screams one after another, and the twins sang loudly.

Click, click.

At the bottom of the black star, cracks exploded at the part where the psychic energy came into contact. The cracks, which could not be seen as thick as a finger from a distance, were actually the size of a volcanic eruption.

The resonance of the seven black stars began to be disharmonious, and Pluto frowned. He quickened his pace, traveling through space with every step, but Slaanesh and Death also retreated quickly enough.

The scream remains the same - the resonance of subspace rises, and high-frequency sound waves echo layer by layer, superimposed with ancient sounds that do not belong to this moment.

Click!

After a sudden tremor, the first black star collapsed. Under the full force of the vast ocean, the concentration of spiritual energy in Comoros suddenly increased!

Under the gods, Mortarion coughed violently. Before the Black Star collapsed, he sent the guards out, leaving him standing among the remains and corpses of the alien building——

He couldn't leave yet...if Hades failed...he had to stay and finish.

The Lord of the Clouds believed that Pluto would not fail - but at this moment, this huge thing grabbed him tightly, making him realize his own insignificance once again.

On the other side, the emperor's eyes burst with greedy joy, and the smile at the corner of his mouth enlarged, like a bottomless hole in his heart.

Kakaka——

The second and third black stars fell apart after completing their mission, and Pluto also arrived at his destination.

The mixed flesh of Death and Slaanesh retreated in horror, the shadow of Hades enveloped them,

The moment the dark monster swung its sickle, the God of Death suddenly dragged their common bodies forward to attack!

He is the God of new life! He should take control of His authority! He should reap the life of all things! Represents the end of everything—not death itself!

The god pounces on the counterfeit of darkness, and the new throne borrows his power mercifully,

At this moment, the entire subspace echoed with weeping howls, just because a subspace god bravely swung his knife at the monster!

The suffering king of subspace has been around for a long time! ! !

The god of death swung away Pluto's sickle with his arm, turned his fingers into sharp thorns, and stabbed towards Pluto - but was held tightly by Pluto, unable to move.

The monster named Pluto roared in annoyance. His anger was shattering, and he was as angry as a cake filled with butter on the dining table that jumped up and bit his nose.

His anger caused Him to swell even more, and darkness surged out of the human form, completely transforming into a giant beast covered in fangs.

Death watched in astonishment as the monster holding his arm turned into black water, and the darkness poured over the roaring twin gods like a gelatinous Newtonian fluid.

+No—no no no no! monster! ! ! +

The twin gods rolled over, their bodies became insubstantial, trying to escape the erosion of the Styx, but the Styx showed no mercy. It was ruthless and inorganic, and only the law of devouring drove it.

Hungry, hungry, hungry.

Bone-gnawing hunger.

The black stars collapsed one by one, but it was no longer due to the attack of the psychic field. Pluto took the initiative to crush them, just to obtain the enhanced effect at the moment when the black stars shattered.

Devour, devour, gulp it down to satisfy your bottomless stomach. You gain strength through devouring it, so you should become its vassal!

The painful screams and struggles of the gods become your best appetizer. The high-pitched cries are like the opening song of the news broadcast before dinner. This evokes your more ancient instincts, and you always choose to start dinner at this time.

The thick and powerful snake tail struggles under you, but cannot break free, which prompts you to secrete more saliva, baring your fangs, and piercing it deeply into the flesh and soul of the god.

You feel that the god in your arms gradually becomes gentler, softer, and vain——

Under your careless feet, blood flows down together with authority, flowing out a river of blood and lust. The Eldar corpses along the way are soaked in the blood of the last two gods of their race, and fall into this river of greed and pain.

How wonderful.

The emperor thought that the tyrant no longer cared about his image. He jumped directly from the tower and crawled on the dirty ground like a drug addict. He drank the blood that poured out of the god at the moment of death. His figure became shining and strange. .

No... no... no...

Mortarion, who limped towards Hades, thought of the worst-case scenario - Hades, you have lost control again.

This is not a good thing. He doesn't want to see his old friend sacrifice or leave now.

Fortunately we have a plan.

Mortarion felt even weaker as he thought about how the Eldar Death God, in his death throes, had usurped most of his authority - and squandered it in fighting back Hades.

Unfortunately, the effect is not obvious.

The original body reached out and pulled down the modified hyperdimensional cube from his neck. This would not trap him, but would only make him calm——

At the same time, on the high tower, Leon, whose body was penetrated by Coze's spear, turned around suddenly and kicked away the bat that rushed towards him.

Curze fell backwards in pain, and the Lion took the opportunity to hold back the wrench on the console - his green eyes glanced outside the tower for the last time and saw Pluto who was fighting with the false god.

Leon Jonson pulled the wrench.

Above Comoros, the eternal sun that was captured and imprisoned in the sky began to fall.

Curze cried out angrily again, but this time Leon did not struggle, the spikes that penetrated the primarch seemed to drain him of all his strength.

…

Stars begin to fall.

Those fiery guys fell into the mortal world, and instantly ignited blazing flames, almost burning away all sin and dirt. The huge gravity began to work at the same time, and the uncontrolled stars and stars began to slowly get closer.

Hades felt unnaturally warm.

He raised his head in surprise, holding a knife and fork in his hands. The two-color cake on the plate in front of him was slashed to pieces as if to vent his anger, and the cream fell softly from the top of the cake.

Behind Hades, Mona Lisa, dressed in gorgeous clothes, had blood flowing from the corner of her mouth and a bright smile.

He raised his eyes and saw the clusters of light bulbs above the dining table rippling one after another. Hourglass-shaped light shone from them, with the dinner plate in the center.

The warmth that surprised him was emitted by these light bulbs, and a faint black powder was sprinkled among these light bulbs.

Hades thought for a while, his instinct was at work, so he stretched out his hand and swiped the light bulbs.

The light bulbs collided with each other. After a very short period of intense white light, they merged and began to collapse, becoming a kind of pitch black, completely opposite to the light they previously emitted.

That's a black hole.

But Hades didn't know that, so he continued to scan the restaurant. The bat doll on the decorative shelf fell down with a little lion tied to it. On the ground were countless small robots in red robes, as well as tall and large vehicles.

The clock facing him had long been broken and turned into a deep pool. Time flowed back at this moment, connecting to the moment when the cake was born.

Hades saw the eyes peering into this place - surprisingly, he was not disgusted.

Maybe from a friend.

There was a slight and polite knock at the door. Hades didn't want to open the door because he knew it was not for him.

He lowered his head and prepared to continue to eat the food on the plate, even though this strange purple and yellow cake was screaming, struggling, crying, and begging for mercy——

But it's just a piece of cake after all.

And cake is meant to be eaten.

Hades thought, and then a sound attracted him, like the flying wings of some kind of moth, which strangely made him give up the idea of ​​continuing to eat again.

Then Hades saw the most shocking ending to him.

A huge gray-green moth was flying towards him with its broken wings, but for some reason, there was a fly swatter under its seven feet that was enough to give Hades a slap.

No, buddy?

Hades' mind went blank for a moment - then he recalled everything.

He lowered his head and slowly let go of the hands that were holding the god of death. Only half of his head was left with brains flowing out. Is it really strange that gods also have brains?

"Ah-ah!"

Hades remembered their plan,

"Motali-moth smash! Moth smash!!!"

He raised his head and hugged the dying twin gods who were half paralyzed in his arms to prevent this unlucky guy from escaping.

"Come here quickly! Moth smash!!!"

Hades raised his head and shouted, feeling extremely tired and psionic energy squeezing him, maybe because he overeated.

"The God of Death has arrived! Come and grab the power!!"

Fortunately, they are still alive - time is fluctuating around Hades, don't panic, this is a normal phenomenon before the death of gods.

Tenacity… Tenacity…

Stars collided near them, and the shock wave almost knocked Mortarion away, but his steps remained firm. He heard Hades's cry in the distance.

Mortarion breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't understand what could make him relax in this scene. Next to the dying twin gods, stars exploded one after another and collapsed into black holes.

Day and night exist at the same time, light and spiritual energy are distorted near the planet, and time has begun to fall into chaos at this moment.

Comoros was completely torn into pieces.

Buildings in Comoros were uprooted, and pieces of building materials fell into the black hole piece by piece. Soon, soon——

Mortarion felt that he was also being captured by the gravity of the nearest black hole, and he was using up all his strength to resist that huge force.

There's nothing relaxing about this.

Mortarion felt inexplicably amused, and the dark liquid condensed into two eye-catching traces under his eyes, but at least on this land that looked like the end of the world, they had achieved their last battle goal.

[The last goal is for me to temporarily steal the power of the God of Death and kill Slaanesh... This way you don't have to bear too much psychic energy, Hades. Violating the prophecy is likely to set off a countercurrent in the subspace again. There is no need for us to take risks. 】

How did you get to this point in the end...? He still overestimates himself, Mortarion thought mockingly.

Arriving at the destination... right next to Hades holding the half-dead Slaanesh and the God of Death.

Mortarion staggered and half-knelt down. Hades looked at him with the same embarrassed look, but his face was mostly covered with blood and brains from the false god.

Two-dimensional fragments splashed down beside them, which were scattered powers, and they were slowly floating into the subspace——

No, none of it was what Mortarion wanted, these were all scattered by Slaanesh, and the newly born Death God was not even worthy enough to scatter the fragments.

Hades stared at Mortarion anxiously and worriedly, and at the same time, he anxiously stuffed the twitching half of Death in his arms into Mortarion's arms.

【……】

Mortarion felt that he was rarely in pain. He knew what Hades meant. Hades wanted him to seize the power of Death - but how should he do it? Like Hades?

He recalled the scene of usurping Nurgle's power, and the taste of Nurgle still lingered in his teeth——

Mortarion thought about it.

The black hole formed by the gathering of multiple stars is rapidly expanding towards them. Mortarion believes that Hades, who has just lost control, does not want to use the power of the Star God for the time being.

Let them go and wait until Hades calms down. The Star God can change the laws of physics, so there is no rush.

But they all overlooked two things.

First, the closer you get to the black hole, the slower your time will become, until finally it seems to be frozen on the surface of the black hole. Now the laws of physics are still running, as solid as gravity.

People who fall into a black hole cannot detect that time has slowed down. Only outside observers will see their movements slow down.

Second, this is not just a black hole. In Commorragh, where time is chaotic due to Slaanesh's death, the time field begins to collapse due to the formation of a black hole.

"Hurry - eat quickly."

Hades slurred his words, and Mortarion refused to see what fell out of his mouth. The Lord of Clouds was silent for a moment, and took out the heart from the chest of the blind God of Death.

Winning and losing are always so cruel.

+Ho-ho! ! ! +

【I am the God of Death. 】

Mortarion said, taking off the gas mask, a smile cracked on his lips, he raised his head and opened his mouth,

[I am Mortarion, and I am death. 】

In the turbulent subspace, the skinny hand on the new chair was covered by another white bone. The God of Death sat softly on his seat, white mist pouring out of his mouth and nose.

Whoever sits on this chair is orthodox.

+No. +

Mortarion said, standing up,

At the same time, Hades pulled the corpse of the dead Eldar over, revealing the other half of Slaanesh that was still alive, so that Mortarion could kill it.

+This position is dirtier than Nurgle - no one can come but me. +

+But Death will slay Slaanesh. +

Mortarion said, swinging his scythe at the god.

On top of the chair, the shadowy figure who had not yet settled down slowly stood up and left the table amid the buzzing sound of curses surging in the vast ocean.

Behind them, the black hole arrived at this moment. Within the observable range, Mortarion's movements became slower and slower, slower and slower - slower and slower, and finally seemed to be frozen! ! !

The gods on the opposite side began to exert force at the same time.

The fragments of authority of the god before his death were scattered and no one could capture them. They followed the rules and tried to find a host nearby...

…

"Round three."

Neos looked at the chessboard. The vertical and horizontal cracks almost collapsed the entire chessboard. Circular black holes floated in the air, pulling up the broken plates.

He stared thoughtfully at the absurd scene that was almost stagnant. The Lord of the Clouds had half-disappeared. This was a phenomenon unique to ascending gods - but he walked down on his own.

He doesn't have much power over Death...so he won't be bound to a chair.

Just those exposed authorities... Let's let Neos and another gambler do it.

"But - there is still a small grudge that has not been resolved,"

The emperor said,

"4 is down, next is 5, it's time for my kids."

"They need to hurry up, time in the Comoros won't last long."

The Lord of Mankind raised his head, and another gambler sat opposite him in a dusty state.