Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 684 132. The betrayers hold hands, whoever is loyal first is a dog
"I want all the data of Pluto."

Orikan held the struggling Trazim with one hand. Before he finished speaking, Trazim, who looked shocked, stopped struggling, as if he had heard something unbelievable.

The next moment, Trazyn's eyes burst into green.

? ! ! !
The light was flowing, and Orikan used a short-term time reversal! He successfully intercepted Trazyn's attempt to teleport away, and the astrologer started to fight.

"You can't beat me now, Trazyn. This is our fate - you can never see the way forward, which is why I am always in front of you."

Orikan talked eloquently, and used the prophecy staff to suspend the Infinite in the air.
"Look at me, Trazyn."

Orrickan opened his hand. Trazyn noticed from the beginning that something was wrong with his mortal enemy. His iron-gray body was covered with a drifting and hazy light. The reactor was shining brightly. From time to time, flames floated from Orrickan's body and disappeared again in the fragments of time and space.

Trazyn was familiar with this state of affairs.

"Ascend to the Gods". After absorbing a large amount of energy, Orrikan, the most outstanding astrologer among the Necrontyr, can ascend to the Gods for a short period of time and transform himself into an energy platform for the fragments of the Star God.

But this time it's different.

Last time on Serenade, after ascending to godhood, Orikan was not as...stable as he is now.

"What...what exactly did you do?"

Trazyn squeezed out the characters and added a mocking expression after the symbols. This was definitely not a skill that the Deathly Haunted could achieve.

Could it be other Star God fragments? No, except for Pluto, Trazyn did not believe that other old generation Star God fragments would do such a generous thing.

“I was just on the right track.”

Orikan raised his head and sneered,
"See what our busy thieves are doing? How many years have you been doing? Trazyn, are you finally picking up your late rebellious phase?"

“I just do what I want to do.”

Trazyn said that thanks to the upgraded computing center that Hades gave it, now it doesn't have to heat up the center due to high-speed computing, and the computing power that allows it to cool down does not even require the cooling system to work.

"What do you want to do now, Orikan? Since you know that I have the data of Pluto... then it proves that you have also stepped into this river. What do you want to do now, you cold and sophisticated egoist?"

“What I want has never changed.”

Orikan said that it felt time and fate entwined around its body. Fate was a cycle, or even a Möbius strip, rise and fall, rise and fall, and no race could escape.

It had experienced the perspective of the Star God, which made Orikan realize that fate was inevitable, and the more you tried to change it, correct it, the more it would slide into the inevitable abyss.

All it has to do is become the master of time and destiny and prohibit those stupid and absurd behaviors.

Even Chaos Tzeentch was so ridiculous in Orikan's eyes. This was the nature of Chaos gods, playing with time? They were the ones who were actually trapped.

There is only one destiny, and only one destiny.

It never changes, and any attempt to change its destiny is foolish and ridiculous.

The trick that Tzeentch mentioned was nothing more than covering fate with a layer of glittering cloth, relying on those glittering little wisdoms to deceive the eyes of the prophets, and using illusions to make them mistakenly believe in the diversity and tolerance of fate.

There is only one destiny, even if it may sometimes seem to be rushing towards other tributaries - but there will always be someone jumping out to correct it, sometimes it will be Orikan, and sometimes it will be the powerful self-correcting power of destiny.

Destiny and the future do not need a manipulator like Tzeentch, they need a guard, a defender, to defend their logic and unshakable nature - Orikan believes that he was born for this.

"You stubborn actor!"

Trazyn cursed.
"You're thinking about your theory of rise and fall again?! Orikan - have you ever thought that your behavior of going back in time countless times is hypocritical! You are trying to erase your present self!"

"So what are our respectable Endless doing?"

Orikan sneered,

"Have you not realized that you are also on the wheel of fate? Isn't your resistance a replay of what the Necrontyr did hundreds of thousands of years ago? Trazyn, resistance and betrayal are not new in the history of the Necrontyr. On the contrary, this is our tradition - and also the tradition of fate."

"Then I am a stubborn stickler for tradition! Can you tolerate the Silent King or the Storm King continuing to command you with their ridiculous orders? Just to ignite the war again?"

"Well,"

Orikan took a step back.
"That's not going to happen. I've already broken free from their shackles."

"But I guess you've stepped into another trap."

Trazyn said coldly,

"Orikan, who have you found as an ally? Don't tell me it's Chaos."

"Who are you going to find behind our race's back, Endless?"

Orikan said calmly, stroking his scepter.
"When I looked at the time, I realized that you had such a close relationship with that participant. Did you go to find him at the very beginning of your destiny?"

"That's because you're all asleep!"

"Then how do you explain the ten thousand years that followed, Trazyn? Don't fool yourself. You saw another possibility in him, didn't you?"

"So? What does this have to do with you, Orikan?"

Trazyn asked calmly. He could not be provoked by Orrickan's clumsy provocation, although the glowing Orrickan did make him angry.

Before this, Trazyn wanted to find the Astrologer to show off his newly updated body, but unexpectedly the Astrologer had changed into a cooler skin.

This sentence successfully stumped Orikan. The astrologer was silent for a moment, and then said righteously,
"Because I want to correct fate."

"I cannot betray my allies."

Trazyn turned his head and closed his eyes, pretending to be dead.

"Orekan, if you think you can get real data from me, then you are totally wrong. No matter how you operate it, I will never give it to you."

Anyway, this body has no sense of pain, so whether it can defend against Orikan now depends entirely on the fire protection system that Hades himself has updated for Trazyn.

Trazyn's words annoyed the Scryer, and Orikan threw the Infinite to the ground, jumped on him and tried to beat Trazyn!
"You are allies with a human you've known for less than 20,000 years?! Trazyn?!!!"

Trazyn fired back immediately, realizing with pleasure that although Orrickan looked more powerful, Trazyn had the greater experience and skill.

Orikan punched Trazyn in the face with a tortoise punch. Sparks flew from the collision of metal, illuminating the hideous faces of the two Necrons.

"Tarasim - do you think you are the only one on the right path? Since you love humans so much, then I will tell you that my current ally is the Lord of Humanity!"

"What can you do to correct the time madman- Wait?!!"

"The Lord of Humanity?!!!"

Trazyn almost jumped up from the ground with a somersault, but fortunately the Orikan that was pressing on it and trying to strangle it (?) was heavier, so the two Necrons just flopped on the ground.

“That guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes is also hanging out with the Necrontyr?!!”

Orikan laughed twice.

"You made a mistake in judging the moral boundaries of human beings, Trazyn."

Now everything made sense! Trazyn suddenly realized that Orrickan himself definitely didn't have the ability to turn it into what it is now! There must be more ancient technologies in the Emperor's treasury.

"He promised you so much?!!!"

Trazyn was shocked. Why did it feel like it was at a disadvantage? If it had gone to the Emperor first, wouldn't the technology that Orrikan had obtained have already become its own? !
"This is just a drop in the bucket compared to what he promised me to do... He's a stingy guy."

"But you still agreed!"

Trazyn cried, struggling to open his hands.
"Wait, wait, let me sort this out now!"

"I am now an ally of Hades, and I hope to rebel against the Silent King."

Trazyn said,

"And now you are an ally of the Lord of Mankind... you have also betrayed the Necrontyr!! Orikan, what right do you have to condemn me?!"

"I am not against the Silent King and the Storm King. The Human Lord and I are just in a temporary partnership."

Orikan said calmly,
"In fact, I think the idea held by that human is wrong and absurd. He hopes that a race will always prosper. This is completely impossible. Rise and fall are reincarnations. No one in this world can be an exception."

"But you took his bait anyway."

Trazyn pointed out the truth, and in order to stop Orikan from beating it, it quickly said,
"So you will still obey the Silent King and the Storm King?"

"No, of course not."

Orikan smiled, and opened his hand to show Trazyn the wonderful rift of time between his palms.

“They are ants.”

The Star Master said,

"Why should I care about them?"

"But they can lead an army of Necrons large enough to bring about the demise of the galaxy."

"No, they are vulnerable in the face of true time and fate."

It looked with some satisfaction as Trazyn opened his eyes wide and looked at it in disbelief. For the Deathly Haunted, these words were indeed too rebellious.

But after blinking, Taraxin regained his composure. After working with Hades, he learned the words of Hades in depth and formed his own track and style of play.

"But I am much lower in rank than the Silent King and the Storm King—what are you looking for me for?!"

"you?"

Oerlikon's originally contemptuous face suddenly became distorted.
"You? You still dare to say you are of low rank? Trazyn?"

"So far, I have corrected at least seventeen time disturbances caused by you. Trazyn, you are far better at getting into trouble than me. I can't even tell who is more hateful, you or Tzeentch."

"Have you ever thought about a question, Orikan?"

Trazyn said righteously,
"It's not my fault, but time and fate are too fragile? Otherwise, how could my random action cause it to go wrong?"

"No,"

Orikan almost gnashed his teeth.
"It is because of your existence... that I need to correct you. I am the defender and reincarnation chosen by time and fate."

Arrogance, absolute arrogance, Trazyn thought. If it had not been unwilling to further intensify the conflict, it would have taught this narcissist some lessons.

"So what is our relationship now?!"

Trazyn delivered a critical hit, and it continued to output.
"First of all, I am an ally with Hades, you are an ally with the Emperor, Hades is an ally with the Emperor - so we are allies now?!"

But before this, Trazyn and Orikan had always been mortal enemies, and they never missed the opportunity to kill each other.

"I am not as shameless as you, Trazyn."

Orrickan said, slowly standing up, as if finally realizing that the scene of it fighting Trazyn was too embarrassing for the Necrontyr.
"Given my cooperation with the Emperor, I can temporarily suppress my sincere disgust for you and sign a truce."

Orikan was right about one thing: Trazyn was truly shameless.

So Taraxin quickly sent a ceasefire agreement via communication. Except for the date, not a single character was changed. They didn't know how many times they had signed this ceasefire agreement.

"All right?"

Trazyn asked, and he jumped up. Orikan sneered and slammed his staff into Trazyn's face.
"You have nothing to do with this, Trazyn."

"why?"

"Nothing can go wrong, Endless One. Your destiny is not here, so you don't need to come and stir up trouble. This matter requires a master of time and space to personally handle it and confront another evil and ridiculous time and space manipulator. That existence is me."

Orikan put away his scepter,
"As an observer, Pluto is in the right state right now. He is in the first level of observation and knows nothing about the second level. His instincts are enough to deal with the upcoming troubles. Informing him in advance might alert the enemy."

"Alerting the enemy?" Trazyn asked. "Who are you trying to lure out?"

"Naturally the most cunning one,"

Orikan said, turning his staff thoughtfully.
"You know... He has failed so many times in this regard that He must see victory... before He takes action."

The astrologer bowed his head and sighed mysteriously.
"The Lord of Mankind is so bold, playing such a big game? He put everything on the line, and so did the other one."

"You have finally become a riddle-talker, my old enemy."

Trazyn said, spreading his hands. "I don't understand."

"I don't expect you to understand,"

Orikan said,

"It's like someone who still doesn't know that he fought the Crowned General on a whim, but actually got off-field assistance."

"you?!"

Trazyn shouted suddenly,
"What else?! Do you really think you can beat Zandrek?!"

"You have damaged the memory of a Necron with your own hands!!!"

"Don't tell me you haven't done this before!"

..............................

So...what exactly is going on.

The pine house still exuded a faint pine scent. Olpersson stepped on the thick animal skin carpet and prepared to hand a cup of coffee to a familiar old friend. On the slightly yellowed mug, the "#1" mark had become blurred.

"I thought I'd apologize for not being your preferred Blue Mountain coffee, but really, I have no apologies for that."

O'er put the coffee cup on the table in front of the old friend, and the bottom of the cup hit the table, making a crisp "click."

"Drink it, it's instant."

Or picked up another cup of his own, pulled out a stool and sat opposite the Lord of Mankind. His memories of his past as the Warmaster of Neos were already very vague.

Before they returned to Orr's cabin, the Lord of Mankind had talked a lot, but Orr just listened in silence. It was not until they returned to this house that Orr felt a little more at ease.

"You are still so arbitrary."

Ole said,
"You don't tell people what's going on, nor do you tell them what to do. You only leave vague and ambiguous instructions... It's been so many years, Neos, and you haven't changed at all."

The Emperor took a sip of his coffee, not frowning at the inferior beans - or perhaps they were not beans at all, but some chemical synthesized by the Mechanicum.

“I’m trying to change.”

He says,

"But I find that whenever I try to step up and do something, this is the most effective way."

"I don't want people to fight because of me, they should have their own reasons, so I give them freedom."

“And too much official business.”

O'er added silently,
"No one can stand this, Neos."

The Lord of Mankind was silent, holding the mug in both hands.

"I regret what happened to Machado."

"Because you tell too little truth."

Olpersong spoke slowly, as if he remembered something. He leaned forward slightly and stared at the Lord of Humanity.

"Words are precious."

"Too much talk leads to mistakes."

The Emperor said, raising his glass and taking another sip, "But perhaps I am wrong."

"Who made you feel this way?"

Or asked quietly,

"Makado?"

"No, no," Neos denied. "Not him. I regret about Malcador, but I did the right thing - it was my former Warmaster."

"I?"

Ole said, and then stood up suddenly, almost knocking the coffee off the table.

"Fuck Horus Lupercal? Neos, you are such a fucking cosmic asshole - let me ask you a question, do you love him because he is Horus Lupercal, or because he is just your firstborn son in name only?"

Or watched angrily as the Lord of Mankind fell silent, which made his former predecessor even more angry. The betrayal between them had disappeared with the fall of the Tower of Babel, but this bastard still chose to torture him hundreds of thousands of years later.

"It does not matter."

The Lord of Mankind said, playfully raising his fingers that were holding the mug.

"Please allow me to tell you through the story of another respectable man - Hades just happened to land on Barbarus, which happened to be the swamp of Nurgle, which prevented him from being targeted by Tzeentch in the first place."

"My fourteenth child happened to be there. Did Nurgle take a fancy to my fourteenth child and happened to protect another special soulless person, or did my fourteenth child break into Nurgle's swamp? It doesn't matter. What matters is that the game is now decided."

Ol stared at Neos, then suddenly looked away, sighing and shaking his head.

"It's unreasonable,"

He says,

"Then go find your moon. Why are you looking for me?"

"Reminiscing about old times."

A smile spread across Neos's face.

"We are almost winning. The promise I made to you has finally come to an end. I did it, Or."

Ah... bastard.

Olpersong cursed in his heart. That guy knew his charm very well, so he used it without hesitation. No one could resist a smiling thing that was emitting golden light.

All Or could do was to look away as much as possible and not look at the Lord of Mankind.

"Your biggest gamble hasn't even started yet, Neos!"

He shouted,
"It's too risky, are you really going to--"

"I will eradicate them completely."

Neos suddenly stopped smiling, his face became unusually serious, he clenched his fist with one hand and supported the table with the other.
"Ten thousand years have passed. Since the first time I laid eyes on this world, I have seen their malicious gazes on humans. I have seen them singing and dancing beside the first murder. Human suffering will become their foundation - no, humans should be a free race."

"But the reason you stood up this time was only because of the persuasion of another wise minister of yours."

Ole said quietly,

"And the other respectable person you mentioned, do you think humans have ever found such an opportunity before he appeared?"

"So now is the right time, praise Hades."

Neos opened his hands and sincerely thanked a respectable person who shared the work with him and worked hard and without complaint.

He didn't even bother to thank his fourteenth son.

"Let me remind you,"

Ole nodded.

"According to what you said, Hades appeared ten thousand years ago, but the last time point was the birth of Slaanesh. Before his appearance, even though he has the size of a false god now, the complete awakening and death of a god now still has a more far-reaching impact than his. The power of the eight-pointed star is no joke."

“That’s why I took action.”

Neos said calmly, confident of victory, "This is the only chance to lure Him out."

O'er sneered twice.
"You even collaborated with aliens for this?"

Neos raised an eyebrow undeniably.

"I regret this... There are not enough people among humans who are good enough to tailor the time of fate, but this is not a problem."

"Aren't you afraid of betrayal from the alien race?"

"will not."

The Emperor said that their interests were deeply intertwined.

Even if he didn't consider it from the perspective of interests, he knew about the secret deal between Trazyn and Hades, and Orikan happened to have a close connection with Trazyn.

Neos once again began to admire Hades's clever way of making friends, which saved him a lot of trouble.

Or glanced deeply at the Emperor with a complicated expression, as if he had returned to the days when they were still working together. Over the years, the Eternals who had followed the Emperor had left one by one.

Among so many immortals, no one can stand the character and way of dealing with the Lord of Mankind.

He mourned for Malcador and Hades, whom he had never met. It was a kind of grief that was shared by all. Orr even felt like he had returned to a support group for trauma victims on Earth.

There, lunatics and psychotics sat in a circle and told each other about their extremely tragic past traumas.

"You're an asshole."

O'er repeated again, "One, bastard."

"I know."

Neos calmly complied.

..............................

"what happened?"

Hades suddenly turned his head to check on Mortarion. At the strategic table, the Primarch spoke calmly,
【I feel that the Lord of Humanity is spitting on me.】

"what?!"

Hades's gaze suddenly turned concerned.

"Do you want me to yell at the yellow-skinned guy for revenge?"

【No,】

The Primarch raised his hand.

[There is no need to waste his strength now... I have already cursed him. After all this is over, I curse him to have his nose turn red when he lies.]

"???"

[My current ability doesn't allow me to curse him to die instantly.]

"???!"

(End of this chapter)