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

Fate and the future do not need cunning manipulators like Tzeentch; they need a guardian, a defender, to uphold their logic and their inviolability—Eurican believed he was born for this purpose.

"You stubborn and inflexible actor!"

Tarasin cursed,

"You're thinking about your theory of rise and fall and fate again?! Euricane—have you ever considered that your countless acts of time travel are a double standard?! You're trying to erase your present self!"

"Then what are our venerable Endless Ones doing?"

Euricane scoffed,

"Have you not realized that you too are caught in the wheel of fate? Isn't your rebellion just a reenactment of what the Death-fearers did hundreds of thousands of years ago? Tarachin, rebellion and betrayal are not new in the history of the Death-fearers; on the contrary, it is our tradition—and the tradition of fate."

"Then I'm a stubborn adherent of tradition! Can you tolerate the Silent King or the Storm King continuing to command you with their absurd orders, just to reignite the war?"

"Well,"

Euricen took a step back.

“This will not happen; I have already broken free from their shackles.”

"But I suspect you've fallen into another trap."

Tarasin said coldly,

“Eurican, which ally have you found this time? Don’t tell me it’s Chaos.”

"Whom have you gone to see behind our backs this time, Endless Ones?"

Eurycan spoke unhurriedly, lowering his hand to stroke his scepter.

“When I looked at the time, I realized how close your relationship was with that person who entered the game—you went to 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, Tarachin? Stop deceiving yourself. You see another possibility in him, don't you?"

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

Taracin asked calmly, unable to be provoked by Orikan's clumsy attempt at goading, even though this radiant Orikan certainly infuriated it.

Before this, Tarachin had intended to show off her newly upgraded body to the astrologer, but unexpectedly, the astrologer had put on an even cooler skin.

This question successfully put Orichen to the spot. The astrologer remained silent for a moment, then spoke righteously,

"Because I want to change my destiny."

"I cannot betray my allies."

Tarachin tilted his head to the side, closed his eyes, and pretended to be dead.

“Eurican, if you think you can get real data from me, then you are sorely mistaken. No matter how you operate it, I will never hand it over to you.”

Since this body has no sense of pain, whether it can defend against Orikan depends entirely on the fire protection system that Hades himself upgraded for Tarasin.

Tarasin's words infuriated the astrologer, and Orikan threw the Endless One to the ground and jumped on top of him, trying to beat Tarasin up!

"You're an ally of a human you've known for less than 20,000 years?! Tarachin?!?"

Taracin immediately retaliated, gleefully realizing that although Orikan appeared stronger, Taracin's experience and skill were superior.

Orikan unleashed a wild, unorthodox punch at Tarasin's face, sparks flying from the metal clashing and illuminating the狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) faces of the two space undead.

"Tarasin—do you think you're the only one on the right path? Since you cherish humanity so much, then let me tell you, my current ally is the Lord of Humanity!"

"What kind of madman could possibly correct time—wait?!!"

"The Lord of Humanity?!"

Tarachin practically leaped up from the ground with a somersault, but fortunately, the Orikan that was trying to strangle (or strangle) it was heavier, so the two space necromancers only tumbled around on the ground for a moment.

"That guy, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, is hanging out with the Death-Fearers?!"

Eurican chuckled twice.

“You have misjudged the moral bottom line of humanity, Tarasin.”

Now everything makes sense! Tarachin suddenly realized that Orikan himself had no ability to turn it into what it is now! The Emperor's treasury must contain these much more ancient technologies.

"He promised you so much?!?"

Taracin was shocked. It felt like it had been cheated. If it had gone to the Emperor first, wouldn't the technology that Orikan had acquired now be itss?!

"This is just a drop in the ocean compared to what he promised me... He's a stingy fellow."

"But you still agreed!"

Tarasin shouted, struggling to open his arms.

"Wait, wait, let me sort this out now!"

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

Tarasin said,

"And now you're an ally of the Lord of Man...you've betrayed the Fear of Death!! Orikan, what right do you have to condemn me?!"

"I do not oppose the Silent King and the Storm King; my relationship with the Lord of Humanity is merely a temporary one."

Euricen said calmly,

"In fact, I think that human's idea is wrong and absurd. He hopes that a race will prosper forever—which is completely impossible. Rise and fall are cyclical, and there is no exception in this world."

"But you still accepted his bait."

Taracin pointed out the truth, and to stop Orikan from continuing to beat it, it quickly added the next sentence.

"So you will still obey the Silent King and the Storm King?"

"No, of course not."

Orikan laughed, opening his arms to show Tarachin the beautiful fragments of time etched between his palms.

"They are ants."

The star-keeper said,

"Why should I care about them?"

"But they can lead an army of space necromancers, large enough to wipe out the entire galaxy."

"No, they are no match for true time and destiny."

It watched with a sense of satisfaction as Tarachin stared at it with wide, incredulous eyes. To a death-fearing creature, these words were indeed too rebellious.

But after blinking, Tarachin regained its composure. After working with Hades, it had deeply learned Hades's rhetoric and developed its own unique approach and tactics.

"But I'm far inferior to the Silent King and the Storm King—what do you want from me?!"

"you?"

Euricane's previously disdainful face suddenly twisted in pain.

"You? You have the nerve to say you're low-ranking? Tarasin?"

"To date, I have corrected at least seventeen time distortions caused by you—Tarachin, your ability to cause trouble is far superior, I can't even tell whether you or Tzeentch is more despicable."

"Have you ever thought about this question, Eurican?"

Tarasin said righteously,

"This isn't my fault; it's just that time and fate are too fragile. Otherwise, how could my casual action have caused them to go awry?"

"No,"

Euricen was practically gritting his teeth.

"It is because of your existence that I need to correct you. I am the defender and reincarnator chosen by time and fate."

Arrogance, absolute arrogance, Tarasin thought. If it weren't for its reluctance to further escalate the conflict, it would have definitely taught this narcissist a lesson.

"So what exactly is our relationship now?!"

Tarasin landed a critical hit and continued its attack.

"First of all, I'm an ally of Hades, you're an ally of the Emperor, and Hades is an ally of the Emperor—so we're allies now?!"

But before this, Tarasin and Orikan had always been bitter enemies, never missing an opportunity to kill each other.

“I am not as shameless as you, Tarasin.”

Orikan said, slowly standing up, seemingly finally realizing that the image of him fighting Tarachin was too disgraceful to the fear of the dead.

"Given my cooperation with the Emperor, I can temporarily suppress my deep-seated disgust for you and sign a ceasefire agreement."

Orikan was right about one thing—Tarasin was truly shameless.

So Tarasin quickly sent over a ceasefire agreement via communications. Except for the date, not a single character was changed. They had signed this ceasefire agreement countless times.

"All right?"

Tarachin asked, then sprang to his feet with a somersault. Eurican sneered and slammed his cane into Tarachin's face.

“You must not get involved in this, Tarasin.”

"why?"

“Things cannot go wrong, Endless One. Your destiny is not here, so you don’t need to stir things up—this matter requires a master of time and space to personally take charge and confront another evil and absurd manipulator of time and space, and that being is me.”

Eurycan put away his scepter.

"As the observer, Hades is currently in a perfect state. He is in the first level of observation and knows nothing about the second level. His instincts are sufficient to deal with the trouble that is about to come. Giving advance notice might alert the enemy."

"To stir up trouble?"

Tarasin asked, "Whom are you trying to lure out?"

"Naturally, the most cunning one,"

Eurycan said, turning his scepter thoughtfully.

“You know… He has stumbled so many times in this area that He needs to see victory before He will act.”

The astrologer lowered his head and sighed mysteriously.

"The Lord of Mankind is too audacious, playing such a big game? He's betting everything, and so is the other one."

"You've finally become a riddle-talking guy, my old nemesis."

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

"I don't expect you to understand,"

Orichen said,

"It's like someone who still doesn't know that the fight he had with General Dai Guan on a whim actually received off-field assistance."

"you?!"

Tarasin shouted suddenly.

"Otherwise what?! You really think you can beat Zandrek?!"

"You personally damaged the memories of a space necromancer!!!"

Don't tell me you haven't done this kind of thing!

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

So... what exactly happened?

The pine cabin still exuded a faint scent of pine. Olpesson stepped across the thick animal hide carpet, preparing to hand a cup of coffee to a familiar old friend. The "#1" mark on the slightly yellowed mug was already blurred.

“I thought I would apologize for this coffee not being your preferred Blue Mountain, but actually, I have no apology for it.”

Orl placed the coffee cup on the table in front of his old friend, the bottom of the cup hitting the table with a crisp "tap".

"Drink it, it's instant."

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

Before they returned to Or's cabin, the Lord of Man had already spoken at length, but Or simply listened in silence until they were back in the cabin, at which point Or felt a little more at ease.

"You're still so autocratic."

Orl said,

"You don't tell people what happened, nor what they should do, leaving only vague and ambiguous guidance... All these years, Neos, you haven't changed at all."