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

Trazin's rants were useless. After he finished cursing, his body froze, and his eyes that glowed with faint green light turned to emit blue light.

He sat back in silence, temporarily becoming one of Tzeentch's servants.

Ifreni was also very worried when she saw this, and then Isa's voice bloomed in her heart.

Tzeentch is just scaring people. Even if he wins this card, he can't be out and about for too long. We are all watching him.

After hearing this, Ifreni also breathed a sigh of relief, and the movements of her hands on the mahjong were also a little lighter.

The battle between the Emperor and Tzeentch is already a confrontation of soul power. They use the mahjong cards to guide the surging power to attack each other.

"If Nurgle were here, he would definitely like the color of this card..." Tzeentch sneered twice, then pushed the card and shouted, "Touch for yourself! One color green!"

The emerald green barcodes formed a line, transforming into a Catachan-like deadly jungle and blasting towards the Emperor's Soul Realm.

After resisting the blow, the Emperor responded with the same sneer.

"Since you like green, how about you let me give you a share?"

"Oh? That's really exciting..."

Tzeentch chuckled and took away several cards in the next round of cards, leaving the green one that the Emperor wanted to come up with missing key cards.

As long as four of them are touched, the Emperor can spell out the green one and heal the person.

His eyes were sharp, and the next card he touched was five instead of four, but it was not a hindrance to him.

As Perturabo's father, in some ways the father and son are similar.

Under Tzeentch's teasing and mocking eyes, the Emperor squeezed the five pieces in his hand tightly, and then rubbed his fingers vigorously. The mahjong composed of psychic energy and strange metal actually burst into blazing flames as brilliant as the sun.

The Emperor's arm was completely engulfed in flames, but he showed no sign of stopping.

In the end, the red stripe in the middle of the five strips was scratched away, leaving only four green strips.

"Touch yourself! Green!"

The Emperor roared angrily, and the deadly jungle that Tzeentch had sent out with his forefoot was returned.

Tzeentch gritted his teeth and expressed his dissatisfaction with the Emperor's behavior of rubbing cards, but he had no choice...

After all, he is just a projection of power and does not have a solid body. He cannot use brute force to open the cards like the emperor.

"You really haven't changed. You were so reckless during the Great Expedition. I didn't expect that playing mahjong would be the same."

"Winning at all costs."

As the game of cards continued, Tzeentch knew that he would have to find other ways to defeat the Emperor.

The two sides come and go, fighting each other.

"Big bamboo forest!"

"Self-touch and dark engraving!"

"Xiao Sixi!"

"Mix seven pairs of one color!"

Both of them used their divine power to the limit, and Ifreni was trembling in fear from such a battle.

Soon, all the points were focused on the Emperor and Tzeentch, and the Emperor even used his fingers to grind out fourteen whiteboards to play taboo moves that never existed in mahjong.

From the perspective of mahjong, the tiles composed of this pure white board are just words, one color, three hidden engraved four bars.

But the composition of the cards was completely unprecedented, even if it was out of the ordinary, it would not be so outrageous, so the emperor decided to name this deck of cards - Creation of Heaven and Earth.

However, Tzeentch could not just sit back and watch the Emperor's fingers grind the cards. In private, he also used a lot of divine power to block the Emperor's movements. The two of them struggled for a long time and were exhausted.

If the emperor were asked to create the world again, he would definitely not be able to do it.

Tzeentch's ability to see into the future is activated again. Since every shuffle of mahjong cards will produce different results, all he needs to do is extract all the openings that are beneficial to him from the timeline among the infinite results.

The Emperor intervened, but in order to prevent Tzeentch from opening his cards, he himself could not open his cards.

The unparalleled Thirteen Faces of the National Warriors, who lacked both east and west, were quietly placed in front of the emperor.

At this critical juncture, if you cannot draw the cards in the opening hand, there is no difference between failure.

Tzeentch grinned strangely. He started with a hidden bar and a white board and successfully drew four secret cards. He had the momentum to directly send away the emperor.

Drawing cards and drawing cards... Tzeentch drew all four Nine of Nine cards in his hand, completely ruining the possibility of the Emperor's comeback with the National Warriors Thirteen Sides.

Your fingers are really good at sharpening cards, but when it comes to such a complicated card board, just sharpening the cards won't help you win...

This is the end of the world! It’s Ragnarok!

All of Tzeentch's arrogance fell into Odemeyer's eyes, and she couldn't understand why Tzeentch was so proud even after he broke mahjong.

If you think about it, Tzeentch probably doesn't care too much about what the game is like, all he really cares about is victory in the end.

Tzeentch, who felt that he had a winning chance, was suspended in the air. Countless thunder and lightning condensed between his hands, sucking up all the mahjong on the table. Even the four pieces of nine that he had just touched were linked together in the lightning and thunder!

"Seize the bar! What a fool!"

The emperor roared angrily, not rushing to reveal his cards.

Tzeentch was shocked at first, and then with a mocking smile on his lips, "Emperor? Are you crazy? The cards you are missing are not a simple blank slate, and the thirteen national warriors do not need the participation of Shijo!"

The Emperor did not answer Tzeentch, but with a solemn expression, he pinched two of the cards in his deck and rubbed them vigorously. The flames rose again, which also contained Tzeentch's power of transformation and chaos.

Countless sneers and whispers flew into the Emperor's ears, deriding his actions as a mantis trying to trick the enemy.

The Emperor tried his best to grind off the green two strips and create a blank slate out of thin air.

This was not over yet. His thumb was pressed tightly against the newly polished green two strips. The emperor roared angrily, and the two strips were suddenly thrown into the empty space of the seven strips.

This was not over yet. The Emperor spit out blood and dyed the last two pieces of the fifth nine-piece red. Then he spoke calmly in front of Tzeentch who was so shocked that he wanted to curse.

"Now, I have my cards together."

"I really like xxxx!"

To Tzeentch and the somewhat numb Odemair, the Emperor was shameless.

To the Primarchs and Custodes who were watching the battle, the many actions taken by the Emperor were simply too handsome to describe in words.

They raised their arms and stood behind the Emperor, shouting loudly that this was humanity's victory! The victory of the empire! The victory of the great Emperor!

The thirteen unparalleled national warriors floated beside the emperor, shooting towards Tzeentch's shadow like a cold crossbow arrow, forcibly smashing him back into the Star Torch from behind Yingyang.

The emperor stretched out his hand, and the cheering crowd quickly fell silent.

"Father, are you feeling well?" Donne asked, and this thoughtful greeting seemed a bit sarcastic in his calm tone.