Humanity.
In the vast history, human beings are not the true and complete masters of this galaxy.
The Old Saints who completely disappeared, the Necrons who underwent biological transformation and collectively entered dormancy, the Gods of the physical realm who once sucked stars and souls to make a living, the Orcs and Orcs who were created by the Old Saints to fight against the Necrontyr. Eldar.
These races have all left their mark on this slowly flowing galaxy, but as time goes by, those races that once unified the galaxy have left, or disappeared, or become silent, or dormant , the newly born race walked out of their home star in confusion and set foot on this sea of stars again.
Human beings are one of them.
And, he successfully became the new owner of this twinkling galaxy.
But those things that were once silenced and hidden never really fade away.
In the cruel physical world, time will always erase everything. The prosperity of mankind may be just a drop in the ocean of time - but in the weird subspace of Bo Yun, time does not really exist.
The war in heaven between the Old Ones and the Necrontyr disrupted the subspace. The original High Heaven was not as chaotic as it is now, but after that divine war, everything changed forever.
Above the Octagon of Chaos, four gods held power.
Gods exist and continue to exist. Their existence lasts through time, and their thoughts are eternal.
For those races that have once been glorious and are now dormant in the galaxy, waiting for a new opportunity, subspace is the real threat.
The Emperor, the Unsurrendered, the Lord of Mankind, the unborn King of Darkness, the candidate who is in charge of the faith of all mankind, hidden behind the octagonal curtain, deserves the attention of the alien race.
In the hidden darkness, their eyes never left. They watched, hoping that the new gods would not come.
In the corrupted Eldar realm, the first cry of Slaanesh was born, and a new god took power, forever affecting the galaxy.
And now, will the new, huge, crumbling human empire give birth to new gods?
They wait nervously. The prophet of the race predicts the fate of mankind. When necessary, the alien race lurking in the darkness can reach out and set off ripples on the long river of destiny.
But an uninvited guest arrives.
In the huge human empire, the one despised by the gods slowly stepped onto the stage of the galaxy.
The stars twinkled, and the starlight shone down on this unknown person who came out of an agricultural planet.
He was completely unknown.
But on the chessboard, the hand of the Lord of Humanity moved slightly. He held the ominous and stupid son of darkness and pushed it to the pinnacle of the long river of destiny.
Since then, [Pluto] has officially appeared.
This is what humans call him, the one abandoned by the gods, the destroyer, the one despised by the gods, the stupid, the real soulless thing, the one who cuts off the cause and effect...
The blazing fire on the Perfect City, the dark haze over the World Eaters' legions, the farce of the feast on Nicaea, and Prospero's final overthrow.
One by one, they flickered in the subspace, and the bright nodes of destiny fell one after another.
The accumulation of countless fates, the gathering of countless fates, under the sickle, the sound of brokenness burst out.
The biggest [variable] was born.
What the expansion of the behemoth brought about was, for the first time, the possibility of interchange between chess players and chess pieces on the chessboard.
Once, the piece can pull down the player's chance.
Perhaps this was the plan of the Lord of Mankind, but the river of destiny stirred and under the power of the four gods, [Pluto] fell into a long silence.
The tribes looked sideways.
[Pluto] is not unique to the human race!
Perhaps the current [Pluto] has not yet grown into a true god, or perhaps [Pluto]'s too obvious human characteristics have made these once glorious and still proud aliens completely lower their heads, but that huge treasure is there, that There is a treasure within reach, with an alluring aroma.
Perhaps the ancient overlord is still sleeping
, but those who were the first to be resurrected have already stepped into the waves of destiny; perhaps the divided old races still cannot be unified, but those who are for the race have already grasped the sharp blade.
Among the restless alien races, under the divided galaxy, the restless, greedy, arrogant, and those who want to change their destiny are the first to reach out their hands.
[Pluto] is waiting for them.
He just has to respond to them.
He is merciful and responds to everything.
He is greedy, he devours everything.
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"destiny!"
A loud chant sounded on the stage, and a dazzling white light instantly lit up in the pure darkness. The loudest shout did not require any accompaniment. The selected actor shouted out the word,
"destiny!"
He repeated it again, talking affectionately. A mask that was completely inconsistent with any Harlequin mask was placed on his face. It was a face of pure darkness, and a sad crack split from the upper left side of the mask. , beneath the cracks, scarlet light loomed.
Under the pitch-black stage, something is surging, but until the last moment, those on the stage will never be able to see clearly the faces of those below. xь.
"——This beautiful word, this word that locks all lives, this great, magnificent, exquisite destiny!"
Dujiao laughed loudly, and his laughter became more and more shrill and wanton. He mocked loudly and wantonly, laughing until he was out of breath.
He is the only one who occupies the entire stage, but he is more than that. He is the special one, the "most special" one. He is the "only" one in the eternity where the supreme heaven moves. that one.
Therefore, everyone on and off the stage was silent except for him. There was no longer any accompaniment or dancing.
"You little people who are struggling with your destiny!"
He laughed and cursed, stood up on his toes, twisted the pointed toes of his shoes, and performed a wild dance solo.
"Prophecy, divination, tarot - you stupid people!"
"Ignorant! Eyeless people! Can't your hearts as humble as clay be able to see the true path?! Can't your eyes as small as peas be able to see the true master?!"
"Wise people are always more silent than others - you fools who like to play! Can't you see the most silent existence?!"
The horn spins, he leaps off the stage and behind the scenes, he disappears into complete darkness,
The dance begins, the long table is set, and the dishes are dazzling.
Other actors came on stage, with different costumes and different tones of voice, pushing and arguing, pulling out the sharp swords from their waists, and swinging them at their fellows.
Fierce drumbeats sounded, followed by high-pitched trumpets. The spirits quarreled and cursed, unable to unify or compromise.
The impassioned music at the beginning became chaotic, and dissonant noises were mixed in, noisily destroying the rhythm of the entire music.
On the stage, cold light flashed across the blade, blood spattered, abuse, arguments, life and death, chaos and noise.
The man of darkness was the first to throw his cup and leave. The wise man who claimed to be calm and rational left the table angrily. The hermit holding the spirit of the world left silently. The lights were dim, the cups and plates were in a mess, and in the place where blood was flowing, the waiter carrying the plate slowly From the corner to the center of the stage.
He peeled off the mask and revealed another half-crying, half-laughing one.
"God—what should we do?"
The music stopped abruptly.
No one responded.
The waiter gave a shrill laugh. He trembled, looked into the void across the stage, and asked again,
"God—what should we do?"
The dazzling light cheered towards him - but for just a moment, the door containing all roads and destiny opened to him - but for just a moment!
Because the next moment, the other false gods screamed!
Angry golden flames ignited, bringing with them the deathly smoke and dust that filled the sky. The remaining light of the unsurvived people cast here for a moment, and the actor retreated instantly. He shivered and shrank back into the darkness of the stage, shivering.
On the stage of the gods, they are but little jesters!
The golden flame burned with rage, but it was just a bluff. After a moment of grandeur, it hurriedly left with its sword in hand.
There was a deafening sound of war drums in the distance, enough to overturn the Milky Way.
Another war, one that did not belong to them, began.
On the stage, light shone on the pitch-black ceiling, and chaotic whispers sounded. The gods who had been fighting for a long time shouted gold and sheathed their axes. Their tacit understanding of the eyes spread in the sky where the chess pieces could not look directly. The power was transmitted, and the gods were killed above. The arrows were cast.
Huge and sharp arrows hang down from outside the stage. The arrows are sharp and pointed at the predetermined position.
The snake's tail that wrapped around it was flexible and powerful, and the light shone across its scales.
The representative son of mankind took the stage, and the steel roared towards another piece of steel. The embers of the perfect city were rekindled here, and the tiny golden flame burned quietly, with a black edge.
They attacked each other in confusion, members of the same race swung their sharp knives at their fellow members, and limbs drew sharp knives at each other. This scene was boring enough. On the stage, just now, similar scenes happened again and again.
Common and boring.
The stage was soaked with blood, and all the actors had fallen down, with broken limbs lying on top of broken limbs, and heads looking at heads.
At the very edge of the stage, the corpse of a devotee knelt and held the sword in his hand to his neck, his eyes wide open and lifeless.
In the silence, the first soloist stepped onto the stage again.
He was dark and reflected colorful lights, like his silk and satin clothes soaked in blood. He held the rebel's head in his hand and walked slowly onto the stage.
"traitor--!!!"
He shouted loudly, strode to the front of the stage, raised the head of the deceased, and displayed it to the audience in a triumphant manner.
"The traitor who gave in to his fate——"
However, there was no applause, no cheers, and a loud sneer sounded from the quiet audience.
Immediately afterwards, layers of laughter jumped up like ocean waves!
The audience in the audience laughed loudly and jeered loudly,
Above the auditorium, from the tail of the gentle snake that dropped the arrow, there was a chuckle that resonated with the layers of laughter.
This chuckle is completely hidden in the ocean of laughter, but it is completely detached from them. The phoenix crows among the chickens, its sound is soft but transcends everyone.
The snake's tail on the full bow was slightly loosened.
Time seems to have stopped.
The laughter in the audience, the ugly audience, the justice on the stage, a sonorous horn, everything was suspended at this moment, and only the arrow remained——
The kneeling body on the stage moved.
Corpses in action.
The eyes of the devotee burst out with shocking golden light, and the sharp sword in his hand stabbed the throat without hesitation, and the splashed blood burned fiercely in the golden flame. At that moment, the ignorant devotee launched his own sacrifice. Festival!
The youngest queen curiously holding the bow and arrow let out an annoyed sigh,
But in the audience, even more magnificent and earth-shattering laughter erupted——
The arrow that gathered the power of the gods reached its target, and the sound of broken armor sounded, along with the fate that was suddenly sealed—but was the fate really sealed? ! Could the first man who mocked fate be so vulnerable? !
Won't! ! !
In front of [Pluto], destiny has never been locked! ! !
The single horn fell down and was silent since then, but the audience burst into applause like thunder!
Deafening applause, the audience screamed, laughed, and shouted. The audience stood up with a satisfied smile. They screamed and hugged each other, leaving tears of joy.
[Pluto] fell and turned into a truly benevolent, greedy and foolish person.
Round after round of new dance dramas were staged in front of the fallen figure of [Pluto]. Everyone was laughing or crying, angry or sad, but the audience in the audience had stopped watching the movie. They cheered and arranged their clothes. The sword was polished and inserted into the scabbard.
Amid the commotion, he heard an angry cry.
The sound rang above our heads, and the audience dispersed in a rush, pushing and leaving the seats. They laughed loudly, stepped down from their seats, and rushed towards the stage.
The second farce of infidelity has ended, and the Fool's story has come to an end. They are content to enjoy the Fool's ugliness as a small foreplay for their grand dance drama.
Under the spotlight, the Fool took out his heart, tremblingly pointed at fate, and sobbed out his soul.
The audience was noisily fighting, pushing and shoving, and even worse, began to boo at the stage that was reluctant to move on to the next act.
"Go down! Go down!!!"
The chess players in the sky roared with anger. They listened with contentment to the blunder of a god. How beautiful! How sweet!
How - how I wish this beautiful scene could happen again!
Finally, in the midst of the noisy, chaotic noise, where it was impossible to tell whether he was on stage or off stage, the perfect one whom the youngest Queen adored came on stage. xь.
Someone uttered a boo, and the noisy audience immediately fell silent. In the silence, you could hear a pin drop.
The Perfect One is not perfect at this moment. There are cracks on his luxurious body. He is trembling and angry. He angrily grabs his long silver hair and loudly interrogates the empire, interrogates fate, and interrogates the common people.
On the stage, the sound of rustling scales sounded, and the power of the gods began to decrease.
Under the stage, rustling sounds sounded,
"Script..." "Where is the script?" "No rehearsal?" "Screenwriter - there is no screenwriter?!" "Who is responsible for the script!" "There is no script?!" "Then what should I do..." "No response! "
Finally, a voice broke through the noise,
"There is no script!" he roared, "Idiots never recognize scripts!"
"It's time to go on stage! Get up there!!!"
There were sighs of regret, but everyone in the audience climbed onto the stage one after another. They emerged from the darkness with the determination of sacrifice.
"etc--"
The crowd suddenly stopped and looked at the clown behind them.
"Who comes, who comes to pray in his name?!"
O Pluto—who will offer his soul to you?
