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

Chapter 694 142. The first and last ending

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The wind howled, gravity twisted, and the sky poured backwards.

The magnificent buildings that focused on arcs and angles were all broken, standing on the high-rise buildings, with sad cross-sections. The domes that emphasized curves and thinness rose into the sky, and together with countless huge spirit bones used as building materials, they were covered with a veil of light, like a mysterious ocean where a huge ship crashed. The buildings floated in the air and were agitated by the turbulent flow of psychic energy.

The shadows hung on the uneven runes on the walls of the buildings. The splendor and debauchery of a civilization were condensed in a few short lines of praise, but at this moment they seemed so futile and fragile.

The Eldar used their own indulgence and arrogance to weave the reins and complete the circle of desire that strangled them.

When an entire race was crying and howling, they still sang and laughed loudly.

Tall and handsome corpses piled up on a high platform, with extremely frightened tears in the corners of their eyes. In the midst of the death and revelry they piled up, the youngest queen smiled and sang, and beat the rhythm with her six arms to celebrate her resurrection.

Under her, the dead bodies of the gods of the Eldar tribe formed a lotus platform. They were played with and torn apart. In front of the gods raised by the desires of the entire Eldar Empire, the Eldar tribe, who were more like mortals, were just children, and only a few escaped from the cage of desire.

In the arrogant and absurd land of the gods, only the youngest with a snake tail and six arms was left singing.

How happy he was, his snake tail entangled the Phoenix King and the heads of the gods!

How greedy he was, with slender knuckles on one hand and a fat palm; the hill of gold coins shone, diamonds rolled down from his fingers, and on the scale, the shining stones were more abundant than billions of creatures.

How hungry He is, with a short and thick hand and six strong fingers, trembling like a precious clam, white and plump from between the fingers, 666 million spices falling, far more charming than the stars in the sky.

How dissolute He is, with a white and slender hand, round and just the right length of nails like jade, full and bumpy on the sparkling lake.

How noble He is, with a strong hand, distinct joints, firmly grasping the crown in his hand, each treasure on the crown flashes with flattery of submission, the most wonderful aphrodisiac is far more than a little red on the beauty; slaves bow their heads, ministers kneel, the king and the ministers rule the world.

How vain He is, with one hand of illusion, layers of mist shrouded here, everything in the world, Narcissus holding daffodils is nothing but nothingness, never satisfied, always greedy, how can mortals be complacent with their own flawed souls.

How lazy He is, one hand hanging down, fingers weak, all the singing of indulgence finally flows into the land of darkness, closes his eyes, and falls asleep...

Shh.

How, how happy He is!

Snake tail twisted, blasphemous corpse, He laughs loudly, and the endless dancers and singers play under Him, screams pierce the sea of ​​​​dusk, and the vast ocean rolls endlessly-

Bringing the ocean currents from deeper places to Him.

Deeper and more painful screams begin to play in harmony.

From the last necessary path after indulgence.

Destruction.

The layers of time roll, the spinning machine of fate weaves layers of yarn, and the hands of light gently touch, and the defender of time and fate clicks a finger when the Eldar howl.

+ They are here. +

Scream! Scream!

But at this moment, will Slaanesh himself notice His half-smile, half-crying face? Half of him was laughing, half of him was twisted in pain. He didn't know what was happening, but his body had already begun to receive the pain after the indulgence.

The backlash from time.

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The golden mountain was dim and turned into dung, falling into the land of the dim forest.

The flesh mountain trembled, turned into pus, and fell into the bottomless darkness.

The crown flashed a noisy golden light, and another existence took the crown and disappeared in the river of time.

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How could it be? How could it be? !

The youngest queen screamed in anger and pain, but what frightened him most was not the loss of power. The god who had indulged just now lowered his head tremblingly.

He saw an arrow piercing his broken belly, and turbid yellow water flowed out. Another god had died before he was completely born.

Die, steal, usurp, replace.

The lonely and colorless fog stained a corner of the self-entertainment palace.

+ Let's make a quick decision. +

The eyes of the usurper Death God are dark, destruction... destruction... His obsession has long transcended the garden.

Mist spewed out of the Death God's respirator, and the giant scythe dragged across the ground, making a hissing sound.

[Here we go, good brother! ]

The giant wolf laughed hideously, and the light of the Eternal Spear shone between the fingers of the wolf king.

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The eagle struck in the air, and another figure had already passed through the floating ruins like lightning, and the Ilit was reflected across the sky of the grassland.

Slaanesh screamed, and he felt the fear before destruction -

from that Death God.

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Scream!

Hades felt that he was blown up by the flash bomb, and there was a white light in his sight. A scream like a radio tuning failure exploded in his ears, sometimes far and sometimes near.

How can he play this? ! He can't play the blind monk as an assassin!

"Go forward."

Tarasim's mechanical voice suddenly sounded,

"Go! Keep going!"

"Why are you still here?"

Hades asked as he walked. In order to avoid any mistakes, he spread out the black domain, but the perception of the black domain was also affected by the damn white light like a flash bomb. Hades could only vaguely perceive some large groups of spiritual energy like color blocks.

"I came here to do only one thing."

Tarasim laughed twice,

"Collect, or collect!"

"Then please do as you please."

Hades stumbled and said, physically he felt branches scratching his face and body, and weeds and broken branches crackling under his feet.

He chose to walk in a straight line, and it seemed that a giant tree was knocked directly from the middle by Hades, and fell with a roar.

"Give way! Give way!"

Hades shouted,

The positions seemed to be discontinuous, and sometimes Hades would feel like he was walking among the ruins of a city, the flames of war burning through his armor, and the gravel turning into ashes under his feet.

Unable to see the battlefield, Hades was now highly nervous. He seemed to be back to Barbarus, running unarmed in the fields.

But in the eyes of others, the dark king walked straight on the road, covering his eyes with pure white spikes, completely ignoring any obstacles on his path, thundering through the night, accurately splitting the people in front of his path. obstacle.

Half of the sky fell into eternal night behind him.

【Dead soul! Dead soul! 】

The call sounded far and near, and Hades realized that it was calling him, but the signal was too poor for him to tell who was calling, but after Trazin's certification, it was confirmed that it was a friendly force.

"The signal... signal is too bad, I got off! Good luck! Hades!"

Trazin went down quite irresponsibly. Hades decided to suppress the urge to scold his teammates on the mic first, and ran towards the direction calling him.

"Coming! Coming! Where to hit?! I can't see now!!"

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The god of death gasped and looked sideways, seeing the ruins of the Eldar building rushing into the shuddering darkness, and finally... Hades came.

Mortarion himself was still unable to decapitate a god with his own hands... despite the support of the Warp.

Already a usurper, the power of the Eldar Death God is now given to him. The bright yellow blood is clearly visible in his palms, and the warp bestows curses and blessings on it.

The Eldar runes that displeased Him emerged from the bloodstains. From His hand holding the sickle, it spread onto the sickle shaft. An ominous omen of fate flowed on the sickle blade, carrying billions of Eldar indulgences. Pain after the Fall.

[Wow-Wow! 】

Leman Russ vomited a large mouthful of blood and leaned half against the broken wall. Blood was dripping from his forehead, but this did not prevent him from showing a ferocious smile.

[Your brother is so scary, the God of Death! 】

Mortarion remained silent and glanced at the Wolf King. The Lord of Winter was in extremely poor condition.

Is this how the Lord of Mankind sent reinforcements?

He didn't think that - Mortarion thought that the fighting power of his two brothers was too poor. Even though they were far stronger than themselves before, it was not enough, far from enough.

Mortarion does not expect them to surpass him——

But at least if all the original bodies have released their essences, why are only the divine weapons in their hands strong enough to satisfy Mortarion?

Death was displeased, even though he himself was now seriously injured.

On the other side, hanging in the sky and hanging upside down on the building, the divine arm bow in Khan's hand trembled slightly and fired an arrow! Galloping again!

White lightning jumped across the chaotic sky, dragging down the youngest queen like a crazy barrage game. A trace of madness spewed from the mouth of the angry god was enough to destroy this overestimating challenger, but the eagle soared and wiped away Passed every attack!

+Dead soul! +

Mortarion shouted, observing the positions of Slaanesh and Hades again. The sea of ​​​​the underworld that was rolling towards them reached an unimaginable level, overwhelming the city like a tsunami and instantly engulfing the city.

Mortarion hadn't even seen Hades under the black sea.

+Move forward! go ahead! +

The primarch even suspected that he did not need to help Hades. The tsunami roared past. It was so large that once Slaanesh's spiritual energy was wrapped in it and triggered his perception, Hades, who was waiting in the spider web, would immediately pounce on him.

But now they needed to seal Slaanesh's escape route first.

Death glanced at the sky, and he retracted his previous thoughts... Khan was still fighting hard, but it didn't have much effect other than irritating and distracting Slaanesh.

+ Let's go. +

The God of Death and the Wolf King looked at each other, and then moved decisively. They were now in the closest position to the Sea of ​​Hell!

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"Revenant! Hey - Hades! This way, this way!"

Neos's voice?

Hades was confused, was the Emperor also involved in the battlefield?

But the black domain accurately captured a trace of golden thread. Hades ran along the golden thread and heard a scream that was sharp enough to tear through the eternal night.

"Hit this way!"

The emperor's voice sounded irresponsibly again,

"Which way is this?!"

But Hades rushed towards the location where the psychic energy was captured accurately, his senses like his painful eyes, dizzy from the opening flash bomb.

He could tell it was the psychic energy of Chaos, but Hades couldn't tell anything else.

He felt that he might have accidentally injured someone while running, such as stepping on something, and the wolf whimpered and hurried away with its tail between its legs.

Hades did not intend to swing the scythe. There was no need for him to do so at his current size, and he was worried that he would be accidentally injured by using gravity or lightning, so Hades chose the simplest, crudest option with the highest error tolerance rate——

He pounced with all his might.

"Bingo!"

Neos shouted happily.

A scream of extreme pain sounded. Is this the size of Slaanesh?

Hades didn't know, maybe Slaanesh was indeed so huge when he was born. He felt like cream dripping down a soufflé, eroding the struggling and screaming chaos like strong acid.

The vigorous power of chaos emerged from the gap in the underworld, and during the struggle, it stretched out its tentacles towards the free subspace, but was ruthlessly shattered by Russ's Spear of Eternity again.

The earth is broken, and a scar runs through it.

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[…cough cough cough. 】

The God of Death took a deep breath. He raised his hazy eyes and looked at Slaanesh struggling on the high platform. The indescribable, indescribable, and unmemorable black descended on the false god, easily grabbing the god and escaping to subspace. arm.

It's time to end.

The Prince of Darkness struggled, but in front of his true nemesis, his final struggle was like child's play, just as he easily crushed the Eldar gods.

The night hangs down.

[He can no longer eat - Death, it’s time for you to take action. 】

Khan said cautiously, wiping away the blood, and beside him lay Russ who had fallen prematurely.

The White Scar's Primarch stared warily at the feeding dark thing, and Mortarion resented his probing gaze, but the Lord of the Sky was right.

Eternal Night is expanding wantonly, and even stretches out its tentacles to grab the stars that are shattered and scattered in the sky. A corner of the subspace is torn open, but the blood does not flow.

Because they don't want to face Him.

...The God of Death is not willing either.

Take a deep breath, take a deep breath, the mist spreads from His feet, randomly emerging from the altar-like platform,

+Hades? Hades! +

He felt weak, but this brought him closer to the center. The darkness stagnated for a moment, and then slowly and reluctantly faded away again.

Leave Him with a breathing skeleton.

Death breathed a sigh of relief without leaving a trace.

Slaanesh's head was like a blown balloon. The remaining eyeballs rotated and looked at Mortarion, who was standing beside him indifferently. This poor eyeball was also in the battle between the laws of physics and the warp, because of the laws of gravity. Victory fell like a heap of sand.

+I come to end you, Death comes to end you, Slaanesh. +

Death said softly. Next to the god who was already a pile of rotten flesh, he squatted down and saw that after the container was broken, the authority belonging to Slaanesh slowly left him like hanging raindrops.

Some of them will return to the Warp, while others will be recaptured by other vessels.

But no matter what, He and Slaanesh have very bad compatibility.

The shimmering raindrops passed by him, hanging upside down and dripping into the sky - it was useless. I don't know when, maybe because of greed, the sea of ​​​​underworld had already turned upside down, cleaning up the souls and scattered spiritual energy in the sky.

Mortarion stretched out the hand that held Death's heart, and Death's blood still remained on it.

He stretched out his hand and penetrated Slaanesh's wide-open body——

Take out the last core.

Maybe there were more cores, but the rest were probably eaten by Pluto.

Mortarion thought so and crushed the pulsating purple.

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"General!"

The Lord of Mankind laughed loudly, dropped the cards in his hand, stood up naturally, put his arm around Orr's shoulders, and disappeared into the night with him, pushing and shoving him.

On the table scattered with cards, the snakes that grew from tail to tail finally completed the closed loop and became lifeless.