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

When the time came, Hades sighed again. He stretched out his hand, and a scythe formed in his palm—this could be considered the last thing Barbaros and the Death Guard left him.

+Tzeentch, are you choosing to willingly walk into the net, or do you want me to grab you by the neck and shove you into it?+

Thus said Hades.

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

The Lord of Change is shrieking.

Everything is completely over, there will be no more changes or alterations, fate has become a fixed outcome, the victory or defeat was not even decided at this moment, but rather on Barbaross ten thousand years ago, the outcome was already determined.

Ten thousand years ago, He tried to lead Hades into the Web, causing it to break. Ten thousand years later, Hades roughly dragged Him, forcing Him into the Web.

And the net will not be broken. The multiple destinies and the maintenance of time and space, the rules and judgments of the Star Lord, and the coverage of the Underworld—this divine artifact created by the ancient saint is now as solid as a rock.

His contribution was even partly to this.

Tzeentch screamed, struggled, and cursed with all his might. The psionic waves surged, the blue sea churned, and Caliban began to fall apart, but it was all in vain and utterly useless.

He watched helplessly as Slaanesh was kicked into the net by Hades in an extremely humiliating manner—kicked into another myriad of destinies. Then, as Slaanesh fell downwards, he dragged Him down together into the abyss—a damned abyss that exuded such a sweet and wonderful scent to Him.

After all, it is the superposition of countless destinies and dimensions.

But Tzeentch knew this was not victory! This was utter shackles, a cage! This was not victory—no, no, no! This was not what He wanted!

But the scent over there was so sweet…so tempting…No! No, no, no, no! He would never—He would never!!!

An irresistible force suddenly descended, and the towering waves stirred up by Tzeentch immediately subsided, becoming as commonplace as a puddle on the roadside.

Get out of here!

Hades commanded, and the next moment, Tzeentch began to fall, fall, fall into the lies that the Emperor and Hades had woven for Chaos.

+……+

Destroy Caliban.

Neos reminded Hades in his mind at the right time.

Hades remained silent. The next moment, the earth beneath his feet completely crumbled, and the entire planet turned into shattered stones—Caliban represents the ouroboros, and the ouroboros is Caliban.

He was still wearing that damn eye patch, that ridiculous eye patch, and the rumbling of the planet was giving him a headache.

In a hazy, dreamlike state, Hades heard a voice that seemed impossible—from the Comoros.

"Take it!! You want to run us all over?!"

It's Callas's voice.

Hades smiled wryly, reached out, and removed his blindfold—

But neither Karas nor Mortalian were before him; the Mortalian who had nearly died on the Comoros was not here or now.

He only saw Caliban in collapse.

It's not Barbarossa either.

The round sun was reflected in his dark eyes.

He saw the sun of Caliban slowly rising; he saw a world without chaos; he saw an empire without alien races surrounding it; he saw a future, though ravaged by war, full of hope.

Hades smiled.

He turned his head and saw the enormous door standing behind him—

A pitch-black door, carved with a giant serpent devouring its own tail, a door built upon a network of paths.

It stands there abruptly and alone, traversing all time, all dimensions, and all narratives.

A door that shuts out despair and chaos from the galaxy and the world he guarded.

On either side of the door, there were a few lonely, uneven, Barbalus white corn seedlings.

This is the final conclusion of narrative and dimension.

Hades thought to himself, and as he opened the door, his infinitely long shadow immediately covered the endless time and space destiny on the other side of the door. He could vaguely hear the wails of the psionic creatures inside the door.

So……

Hades gripped the doorknob with one hand, stepped inside, and then turned back to look at the world on this side.

"See you later, touch his face."

Hades chuckled. They would definitely meet again. Of course he knew this, since they were still alive. Once the Primarchs were stable and the Empire was at peace, they would come looking for him.

Click.

The door is closed.

Hope remained on this side of the door.

Chapter 890 [332] The True Ending

[000.00M (Gregorian Calendar)]

The war of the gods ended with Hades closing the gates of destiny.

After the army withdrew, the dimensions and spacetime at the Eye of Silence completely collapsed into chaos.

[001.00M (Gregorian Calendar)]

Lord Robert Guilliman declared the Empire of Man as the rightful ruler of the galaxy, with several Primarchs present at Terra's declaration. Guilliman then announced that the Empire had entered a period of postwar recovery.

There is still much to be done. Pluto was destroyed in the War of the Gods, and the Empire needs a new communications hub.

In the same year, Guilliman, together with Loka, announced a religious reformation.

[Could you change all instances of "God Emperor" to "Bastard," Luo Jia? I think that's enough; nothing else needs changing.]

—Robert Killieman.

[032.00M (Gregorian Calendar)]

On the moon, the Primarch Horus Lupecal was discovered. He seemed to have suffered a major blow and was delirious—Fogan and Phenus eventually took over the task of comforting Horus.

I have a feeling it's like they want to adopt a child...

—Ruth complained to Leon.

[159.00M (Gregorian Calendar)]

Mortarian and Sanguiles were found in the Terra crypt by Magnus, who was observing the state of the net.

The two Primarchs were in poor condition, but fortunately, they were not completely corrupted. Magnus then summoned the Son of Hades and the Cult of Hades to exorcise the two Primarchs they had just found.

The effect was excellent; Mortarian and Saint Gilles lay sprawled on the ground, vomiting and weeping bitterly.

They looked like two drowned rats.

—A quote from Magnus.

[170.00M (Gregorian Calendar)]

During a nationwide census, Macardo and Orpeson, who had disappeared after the War of the Gods, were discovered by the Imperial Central Committee. The two stated that they were doing well and forbade the Primarchs and the Empire from visiting them.

But that doesn't stop the two old men from going to Terra and randomly grabbing a Primarch to spew nonsense when they're in a bad mood. In the end, the farce is usually resolved by Lord Ruth the Wolf King coming over to smooth things over.

Why is Makado's staff technique so exquisite?

—Russ was puzzled.

[200.00M (Gregorian Calendar)]

Two hundred years! Without Chaos, without powerful alien races, without traitors, the Primarchs, a bunch of dregs who had no desire to work, rallied around the great, holiday-less Robert Guilliman and built the entire Empire into a thriving empire.

This is my true efficiency.

At the victory banquet, Gilliman, who had mixed Barbarosian poison with Bal's Blood wine, got completely drunk and collapsed next to Dorn, saying...

Under immense work pressure, Guilliman seems to have developed a drinking problem, and his current alcohol tolerance puts Mortalian and Saint Gilles to shame, who once forced him to drink poison and blood wine.

[No chaos, no traitors (thankfully Macardo didn't hear this), I can even give each of you a day off every week!]

【I don't need a vacation, Killieman.】

Roger Dorn said so.

[202.00M (Gregorian Calendar)]

Outside Terra Palace, Mortalian was being chased and berated by Karas. Apart from Guilliman, who was working, all the Primarchs came out to watch. Koz clapped and laughed, but then, unable to bear it any longer, Sevier blew him off the wall with a Hades grenade, and he plunged headfirst into the snowdrift below.

[203.00M (Gregorian Calendar)]

Killieman set his legal day off as Sunday, and from then on he finally had a statutory holiday.

On the first day of the holiday, the Primarch, who didn't have time to return to Macurag, chose to sunbathe on the balcony of Terra Palace.

[This is truly an eyesore.]

— Coz made a face.

[209.00M (Gregorian Calendar)]

The Hades Chapter was too large and faced the prospect of splitting into multiple chapters. Chapter Master Blake Butcher suggested naming the new chapter Hades Chapter 2.0, but this suggestion was rejected.

The new chapter was subsequently named 2.0 Hades' Son.

[What's the difference?]

Saint Gilles's smile twitched. Behind him, Fugan was loudly berating the Hades descendant for his low aesthetic sense. The Primarch was furious, finding it hard to imagine such an ugly chapter name. Clearly, Phenus couldn't comfort him anytime soon.

[266.00M (Gregorian Calendar)]

An uninvited guest has arrived in Terra.

The mysterious Serpent-tailed Lady provided the Primarchs with a treasure map of a multidimensional spacetime, the destination of which was a massive black door.

Apart from Guilliman, who was already working, and Dorn, who had chosen to work with him, all the other Primarchs were mobilized in search of the treasure.

[270.00M (Gregorian Calendar)]

The Gate of Destiny has not yet been found, but Guilliman's work has been fruitful, and at the Primarch's behest, the Empire has begun to reduce the size of its infantry forces.

The passage of time leaves its mark only on beings like Primarchs; for short-lived mortals, it is impossible for them to fully comprehend what this means.

[271.00M (Gregorian Calendar)]

The first to discover the Gate of Destiny were the Mechanicus sages King-306 and Kirkland.

Legend has it that the two sages never intended to find Hades. They simply stumbled upon a short-distance dimensional jump hub on their spaceship during a routine long-distance trip, while they were fighting each other.

The duel ended with Jin-306 winning.

[273.00M (Gregorian Calendar)]

At Fugen's suggestion, and amidst the watchful eyes of the Primarchs, Mortalian, dressed like a nouveau riche (Korz's words), attempted to push open the black door for the first time—

It was not successfully pushed away.

Because that door opened itself before the Primarch.

"Oh, touch his face."

Hades said with a laugh, still holding the dice in his hand—clearly he had just finished an exciting Warhammer board game.

Mortarion's expression was initially one of immense shock and astonishment, his face expressionless, followed by ecstasy—but then, the Primarch's face scrunched up, like Magnus had just swallowed a fly.

(The reason it's Magnus is because Mortarian did indeed eat flies, and he wouldn't have made that expression after eating flies.)

Because Hades's board game rival has emerged, which is undoubtedly welcome, a real shock, and it's none other than his damn Neos.

The Primarchs around immediately joined in with vomiting sounds. The hypocritical Primarchs would say it was because the power of Hades was too much for them to bear, while the honest Primarchs would say it was because they saw Neos's face. Sanguires sincerely gave Neos the middle finger and said, "Old Deng, why aren't you dead yet?"

Neos feigned a sad expression and looked towards Horus in the crowd—

Horus then delivered his famous speech, titled "I'm sorry, we're not familiar with each other."

Nyus was unaware of the emotional journey his beloved son had gone through afterward, a journey filled with hardship and suffering, but which was ultimately healed by Angron, who had recovered from the war of the gods.

Of course, how Angron recovered from the war of the gods is another difficult topic.

The atmosphere was initially very joyful and delightful, if one ignored Mortarian's expression of grief and relief.

But now few people pay attention to him; the Primarchs are watching the live footage of Neos breaking through his defenses and marveling at it.

They only respect Hades, Neos? What old Deng.