Mankind.

In the vast river of history, human beings are not the true masters of this galaxy.

The Ancient Saints, who have completely disappeared, have undergone biological transformation and collectively entered the dormant space necromancers, and the gods of the physical realm who once sucked stars and souls for their lives, and were created by the Ancient Saints to use them to wage war against the Fear of the Dead.

These races have all left their mark on this slowly flowing galaxy, but as time passes, the races that once dominated the galaxy have gone, or vanished, or silent, or hibernated, and the new races have left their home planet in a daze, and set foot on this sea of stars again.

Humans are one of them.

And, succeed in becoming the new owner of this twinkling galaxy.

But what was once silent, what was hidden, they never really faded.

For the cruel physical world, time will always erase everything, and human prosperity may be just a drop in the ocean of time - but in the treacherous subspace, time does not really exist.

The battle between the Ancient Saints and the Death-Dreading Paradise had upset the subspace, and the original Supreme Heaven was not as chaotic as it is now, but after that divine war, everything changed forever.

Above the chaos octagon, the four gods held the power.

The gods exist and continue to exist, and their existence lasts through time, for eternity.

For those races that were once glorious and now dormant in the galaxy, waiting for a new opportunity, subspace is the real threat.

The Emperor, the Undescended, the Lord of Mankind, the Unattained Lord of Darkness, the candidate who rules the faith of all human races, and is hidden behind the Octagonal Veil, deserves the attention of the aliens.

In the darkness of the secret, their eyes never took their eyes off, and they watched, hoping that a new god would not come.

In the corrupt realm of the spirits, the first cry of Slaanesh was born, and a new god took power and permanently affected the entire galaxy.

And now, will the newborn, huge, crumbling empire of mankind give birth to new gods?

They waited nervously, the prophets of the race prophesied the fate of humanity, and when necessary—the aliens lurking in the darkness could reach out and ripple across the river of fate.

But the uninvited guest arrived.

In the vast human empire, the god-spurning man slowly stepped onto the galactic stage.

The stars twinkled, and the starlight shone down, throwing themselves at this unknown person who came out of an agricultural planet.

He was a complete nameless.

But on the chessboard, the hand of the Lord of Humanity moved slightly, and he grasped the ominous and dull son of darkness and pushed it to the pinnacle of fate.

Since then, [Hades] has officially appeared.

This is what humans call them, the God-outcast, the destroyer, the God-spurned, the dull, the truly soulless, the one who cuts off cause and effect......

The raging fire in the City of Perfection, the dark haze over the World Eater Legion, the farce of the feast on Nikaia, the final overthrow of Prospero.

One by one flickered in the subspace, and the brilliant fate nodes fell one after another.

The accumulation of countless destinies, the convergence of countless destinies, under the sickle, the sound of shattering bursts.

The biggest variable was born.

For the first time, the expansion of the giant beast brought about the possibility of swapping chess players and chess pieces on the chessboard.

At one time, the chess piece can pull the opportunity of the chess player.

Perhaps the plan of the Lord of Mankind was here, but the river of fate stirred up, and under the power of the four gods, the [Hades] fell into a long silence.

The clans looked sideways.

[Hades] is not unique to the human race!

Perhaps the current [Hades] has not yet grown above the true gods, or perhaps the overly obvious human characteristics of the [Hades] have caused these once glorious and still proud aliens to bow their heads completely, but the great treasure is there, the treasure that is within reach, and the enticing fragrance of the treasure is there.

Perhaps the old overlord is still sleeping

, but in the meantime, the first to recover has stepped into the waves of fate; It may be that the old divided race still cannot be united, but in the meantime, the race has already held the sharp edge.

In the restless interracial world, under the divided galaxy, the restless, the greedy, the arrogant, and those who vainly try to change their destiny are the first to reach out.

Hades is waiting for them.

He just had to respond to them.

He is merciful, and He responds to everything.

He is greedy, he devours everything.

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"Fate!"

A loud aria sounded on the stage, a blinding white light instantly lit up in pure darkness, and the loudest shout did not need any accompaniment, and the chosen actor shouted out the word,

"Fate!"

He repeated it again, affectionately talking about the face of a mask that did not conform to any harlequin mask, it was pure pitch black, and a terrible crack split from the top left of the mask, and under the crack, a scarlet light loomed.

Something is surging under the pitch-black stage, but until the last moment, those on the stage will never be able to see the faces of those under the stage. xь.

"—This beautiful word, this word that binds all beings, this great, magnificent, delicate destiny!"

The unicorn shrieked loudly, his laughter grew sharper and sharper, more and more debauched, he mocked loudly and presumptuously, laughing breathlessly,

He is the one horn, the one who dominates the whole stage, but not only, he is the special one, he is the most special one, he is the one who is the only one between the eternity of the Most High Heaven.

Therefore, on and off the stage, except for him, there was a dumbness, no longer accompaniment, and no dancing accompaniment.

"You little people who are struggling with their fate!"

He laughed and cursed, his toes stood up, his pointed toes twisted, and his solo dance bloomed into a presumptuous dance,

"Prophecy, divination, tarot—stupid people!"

"Fool! The Eyeless One! Can't your earthly heart know the true way?! Can't your small bean-like eyes see the true master?!"

"The wise are always more silent than others—you frolicking fools! Can't you see the most silent being?!"

The horn whirled, he jumped out of the stage, into the background, he disappeared into complete darkness,

The dance party begins, long tables are set up, and delicacies are available.

The other actors came on the stage, dressed in different costumes and in different tones, pushing and arguing, drawing the sharp blades at their waists, and swinging knives at their fellow clansmen.

Fierce drumbeats sounded, followed by high-pitched trumpets, and the spirits quarreled, invective, unified, and unable to compromise.

The impassioned music at first becomes chaotic, and dissonant noises are mixed in, noisily destroying the rhythm of the whole music.

On the stage, the cold light flashed by the blade, blood splashed, abuse, disputes, life and death, chaos and noise.

The man of darkness was the first to smash his glass and leave, the wise man who claimed to be calm and rational left the table angrily, and the hermit who held the spirit of the world left in silence, the lights dimmed, the cups and plates were in disarray, and the blood flowed, and the waiter who served the plate slowly stepped from the corner to the center of the stage.

He unveiled the mask on the mask, revealing another mask that was half crying and half laughing.

"God—what are we going to do?"

The music came to an abrupt end.

No one responded.

The waiter laughed sharply, he trembled, looked into the void across the stage, and asked again,

"God—what are we going to do?"

A blinding light shouted at him for joy—but for a moment, the door of all paths and destiny opened to him—but for a moment!

Because in the next moment, the rest of the false gods screamed!

The angry golden flame ignited, carrying the dead smoke and dust in the sky, and the afterglow of the undescended cast here for a moment, and the actor instantly retreated, and he trembled and retracted into the darkness of the stage, shivering.

On the stage of the gods, they are nothing more than petty jesters!

The golden flame burned with rage, but it was only a bluff, and after a moment of grandeur, it hurried away with its sword raised.

In the distance, there was a deafening beat of war drums that could tip the galaxy.

Another, a war that did not belong to them, began.

On the stage, the pitch-black ceiling was sprinkled with light, chaotic whispers sounded, the gods who had been fighting for a long time sounded the golden axe, and the tacit gaze came out in the sky where the chess pieces could not look directly, the power was transmitted, and the arrows above the god-killing were poured.

Large, sharp arrows hung down from the outside of the stage, and the arrows were sharp and pointed at the intended position.

The snake's tail that engulfed it was supple and powerful, streamers sparkling across the scales.

The Son of the Representatives of Humanity took the stage, and the steel roared towards another piece of steel, where the embers of the City of Perfection rekindled, and the tiny golden flames burned silently, the edges black at the edges.

They struck each other in confusion, their clans swung their blades at their clansmen, and their hands and feet drew sharp knives from hands and feet, such a scene was boring enough, and on the stage, it was just just now, and similar scenes happened again and again.

Ordinary and boring.

Blood soaked the stage, and all the actors had fallen, severed limbs on top of severed limbs, heads looking at their heads.

At the very edge of the stage, the corpse of the devotee kneels with the sword in his hand against his neck, his eyes wide open without a trace of breath.

In the silence, the first lone horn re-stepped onto the stage.

He was pitch black and reflected with multicolored light, like a satin costume soaked in blood, and he carried the head of the rebel in his hand, and slowly stepped onto the stage.

"Traitor——!!!

He shouted loudly, strode to the front of the stage, lifted the deceased's head high, and showed it to the audience in triumph.

"A traitor who compromises fate—"

However, there was no applause, no cheers, and a loud sneer rang out from the quiet audience.

Then, the laughter jumped up like the waves!

The audience laughed loudly and laughed loudly,

In the audience, from the gentle snake tail that drooped down the arrow, there was a chuckle that resonated with the cascading laughter.

This chuckle is completely hidden in the sea of laughter, but it is completely detached from them, and the phoenix cries to the flock, its voice is soft but transcendent to everyone.

The snake's tail on the full bow was easily opened.

Time seemed to stand still.

The audience laughed, the audience with their own ugliness, justice on the stage, a sonorous horn, everything was suspended at this moment, only the arrow remained-

The corpse kneeling on the stage moved.

Corpses in action.

The eyes of the pious believer burst into a terrifying golden light, the sword in his hand stabbed into the throat without hesitation, and the splattered blood burned in the golden flames, and at that moment, the ignorant devotee launched a sacrifice that belonged to him!

The youngest queen, who was curiously holding the bow and arrow, let out a sigh of annoyance,

But in the audience, there was a more magnificent, more earth-shattering burst of laughter-

The arrow that gathered the power of the gods reached its target, and the sound of broken armor rang out, accompanied by a sudden blockade of fate - but is fate really locked?! Could the first person to mock fate be so vulnerable?!

No!!!

In front of the [Hades], fate has never been locked!!

The unicorn fell, and since then it has been silenced, and the audience, the applause is like thunder!

Deafening applause, screaming, laughing, shouting, and the audience got up with a satisfied smile, screaming and hugging each other, leaving tears of joy and tears.

[Hades] fell, and became a truly benevolent, greedy, and foolish.

Round after round of new dance dramas were staged in front of the fallen figure of Hades, everyone laughed or cried, angry or sad, but the audience in the audience had long since stopped watching the movie, they cheered and sorted out their clothes, sharpened their swords, and inserted them into the scabbard.

In the midst of the noise, an angry coquettish voice was at him

Their heads rang out, and the audience dispersed, pushing and shoving to leave, laughing, and getting out of their seats, and rushing towards the stage.

The second farce of infidelity has come to an end, and the story of the Fool has come to an end, and they are content to appreciate the ugliness of the Fool as a little foreplay to their magnificent dance drama.

In the spotlight, the fool pulled out his heart, trembling and pointing to fate, sobbing and shouting out his soul.

The audience was noisy, pushing, shoving, and even worse, cheering for the stage that had been slow to move on to the next act.

"Go down! Go down !!."

The heavenly chess players roared angrily, and they listened contentedly to the mistakes of a god. How pleasant!

How I wish this beautiful scene would be repeated!

Finally, in the midst of the noisy, chaotic, and indistinguishable between the stage and the offstage, the perfect person of the youngest queen came on the stage. xь.

I don't know who let out a boo, and the noisy audience suddenly fell silent, and in the silence, the pin drop could be heard.

The perfect one is not perfect at the moment, cracks appear in his magnificent body, he trembles, he is angry, he angrily grabs his long silver hair, and loudly asks the empire, fate, and the common people.

On the stage, the sound of scales crossing sounded, and the power of the gods began to fall.

Under the stage, the sound of rustling sounded,

"Script...... "What about the script?" "Aren't you rehearsing?" "Screenwriter - no screenwriter?!" "Who's in charge of the script!" "No script?!" "What should I do then...... "No response!"

Eventually, a sound broke the noise,

"There's no script!" He roared, "Fools never recognize scripts!"

"It's time to take the stage! Go up !!."

A sigh of remorse rang out, but everyone in the audience climbed onto the stage, and they emerged from the darkness with a sacrificial determination.

"Wait—"

The figures of the crowd suddenly stopped, looking at the harlequin behind them,

"Who comes, who will pray in his name?!"

O Hades—who will offer your soul to you?