Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

The Iron Man Legion possesses extremely advanced equipment. Although there is still a considerable gap between it and the first echelon of the Necrontyr Dynasty, it is not a problem to crush the troops of the Human Empire.

The alloy formula that makes up their shells has long been lost, and the shield generator installed inside allows groups of Mechanic Priests to study even spitting machine oil and cannot crack it at all. The various types of weapons installed on the tactical arms and shoulders are only designed for killing. No space warrior can block their precise shooting.

Now these ferocious-looking machines are possessed by demons, with the invisible power of the Warp flowing in their energy tubes and ammunition slots. As long as Tzeentch remains alive and the warp is immortal, these machines will be able to fight forever.

The larger the iron man, the more demons it can contain. Even if the empire pays a heavy price to defeat this war machine, it will still have to face the surviving demon pilots.

But what meaning do these attributes have to Lin Fan? His heart was filled with anxiety and anger bit by bit, and he struck quickly and ruthlessly, without considering the consequences of his actions.

Now Lin Fan only had one plan, to knock that damn bastard Tzeentch to the ground and beat him severely, or to simply erase part of him.

"Wait a minute! You have something to say!" An Iron Man was so frightened by the bayonet that he almost left his body. However, Tzeentch's craftsmanship was indeed superb. Even if the demon struggled hard, it would be difficult to break away from the Iron Man.

In the end, he screamed and became a ball of chaotic matter that merged into the subspace. Without the support of the demon, the Iron Man fell apart and turned into a pile of scrap iron that could only be thrown into the furnace to be melted and used. It seems that Tzeentch has already considered the issue of capture, and he does not want his opponent to feed off war too easily.

At this time, Lin Fan's killing speed depended on Xi Lego's mobilization speed, and soon the surrounding demon army could not fill the encirclement.

Logically speaking, such unnecessary consumption is disgusted by Tzeentch and resisted by these demons, but this is their fate, using their death to delay the subject for a period of time.

Tzeentch, who fell short, could feel the anger of the subject from the screams of these demon servants. He calmly thought and prepared a plan to preserve his own existence.

And the weaker Death God Aeneid Tzeentch did not let him go. He directly grabbed him and threw him into a cage and imprisoned him. He would become a powerful chess piece against the Eldar army.

"Three thousand years to the east of the river, three thousand years to the west of the river! Don't bully the New God into poverty!" Aenead roared in the cage. Tzeentch was too irritable to listen to his shouting and replied coldly, "You don't have three thousand years now! Neither do I!" Then the entire inside of Aenead was turned into crystal.

"Think...think...how to survive the wrath of the Subjective One?"

Tzeentch murmured to himself. He had actually thought of a way out for a long time, and now he just wanted to calm down the anger and eagerness in his heart.

He tore out a piece of paper and wrote and drew on it.

Goal: Delay the subjective.

Method: Use a more urgent crisis that cannot be ignored to attract his attention.

Goal: Prevent the erasure of the subject.

Method: Obtain the origin of the other three gods, bind yourself to the life of the entire galaxy, and destroy me to destroy all living things.

The first goal is easy to achieve, and the contract Carlos holds in his hand is prepared for this. It is absolutely impossible for a subjective person to give up Terra and the Emperor in order to eliminate Tzeentch, which would buy enough time for Tzeentch to achieve his second goal.

The second goal is now easily achieved. Although the origin of Slaanesh was not obtained, Nurgle and Khorne were seriously injured, and Nurgle should have realized the destructive nature of the subject and persuaded him to hand over the origin of life and It's not a difficult task.

It takes a certain amount of time to absorb the essence of Nurgle and Khorne, otherwise it will become as defenseless as a well-fed Slaanesh. Tzeentch has established a hidden stronghold in the center of the galaxy, which wastes a lot of his strength.

"Well..." Tzeentch frowned. He didn't want to live in the shadow of the subject. He wanted to control his own destiny and move towards a higher level.

Not willing to give in! Really unwilling!

So much preparation and planning was ultimately disrupted by fraudsters...

Wait... what's that sound?

Tzeentch pricked up his ears and listened carefully. He heard the faint sound of the surging tide in the sound of the broken curtain. At the same time, he also felt that the subspace was being squeezed and pushed, and the chaos in the center became more and more solid and thick. .

"Oh!" Tzeentch shouted in surprise, "Deceiver! Deceiver! Hahahahaha! You are really a good ally of mine!"

He laughed loudly and put his unpleasant mood behind him. Now it seems that the first plan did not completely fail, it just requires more complicated means to realize it.

Not only that, the special environment provided by the fraudster also made it possible for several plans that had been relegated to the cold palace to be realized!

Tzeentch favors complexity and loves impossible challenges. Now full of energy and hope, he sent a message to Carlos to take action.

Then Tzeentch sank into the warp and quickly rushed to Nurgle's realm.

The next moment, Tzeentch appeared on a plateau made of shredded paper. Not far away was the filthy mire of Nurgle.

The mire is even more lifeless, the wilting flowers spurt out sighing pollen, and countless Nurgle demons mourn the pain of their loving father.

Tzeentch completely ignored the putrid wind entangled in his feathers and crystals, and climbed over the crumbling mountains one after another. Tzeentch saw Nurgle unable to solidify in the center of the basin. At this time, he was looking at the mud spire where Isa lived in sorrow and despair.

He was saddened by Isa's departure and despaired of the complete demise of his life.

"What are you doing here...I don't have the energy to entertain you now." Nurgle, who was like water and mud, said to Tzeentch. This pessimistic mood even extinguished a lot of Tzeentch's energy.

Tzeentch used his own power of change and hope to contend with Nurgle's despair. Then he cleared his throat and said sincerely, "My enemy, my friend, please listen to me. The most desperate time has not yet come. ."

"Hasn't it reached the most desperate moment?" Nurgle reluctantly formed a disintegrating head out of mud. He cried and lamented to Tzeentch, "It's impossible...that kind of power cannot be resisted, even if we are united together. You can’t beat him with a single finger, and the world is doomed to wither.”

"No, no, no, we still have a chance! I already have a rough idea of ​​how they play! With some preparation and support, I can beat him!"

"....Do you mean the end of time?"

"No, I mean the Great Game."