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

"Asuryan! The great Phoenix King! The father of the gods and the ancestor of all things!"

Empty, the War Lord saw only madness and disorder in the subspace, and the majestic Pantheon had disappeared.

"The gods are dead, and only we are left." The War Lord understood this in despair, and he looked at the battlefields of the Eldar in the universe and felt endless sadness.

Although he didn't know why these Eldar ships had such different styles, he felt that these were the fault of the outer Necrontyr dynasty.

His men saluted the lord, and then they sank into the Dream Tree again, allowing their bodies to merge with the Dream Tree, turning into dazzling human-shaped statues.

The spiritual energy buried in the infinite circuit of the War Ark was drawn out, and the souls of the ancestors were solidified into armor weapons. The War Lord became the node of the Ark's power.

In the distant war in heaven, they are the only heirs of psychic power. They extinguish the stars with every move and let the appearance of the planet rotate according to their wishes. Even without the gods of the Pantheon standing behind him, the War Lord will still use his determination to perish together to make the Necrontyr reconsider the intimidation of the Spirit Empire.

The surging thunder destroyed Lotaros and pulled out other Death Mark troops that had sneaked into the dimension. The war lord vented his endless anger in the name of the Pantheon. He snapped his fingers, and a blazing star was being generated in Lotaros' body. The next moment Lotaros was teleported to the King of France, and the star in his body also It exploded completely under the tearing of psychic energy.

In a chaotic battlefield, everyone thinks they are the one who has the overall situation.

The deceiver's illusory laughter blew across the battlefield, and Varghul gloated from the side of the dimension. Tzeentch also laid many traps in the chaotic and disordered warp.

The shaped lattice partially obscured the Ghoul Sector, and Tzeentch spent a lot of energy and time to do this. Even his right-hand man Carlos did not come to rescue him, but allowed him to flee in confusion as the Gray Knights chased him.

Tzeentch could hear Kalos screaming and the Gray Knights roaring in rage, but all his attention was focused on the lattice network that enveloped the Ghoul Sector.

"After all, your throne is still an imitation, and it cannot be compared with the real legacy..." Tzeentch mocked the Emperor, who was using the Star Torch to pierce the crystal lattice and put his power into the star sector, but Tzeentch Qi won't give him any more chances.

Rokas took...this chess piece hasn't been used yet...but the other chess pieces have already arrived where they should go. Tzeentch fiddled with the battlefield, adjusting the probability of events in each area to make the battle situation more in line with his requirements.

The surging spiritual energy erupting from the Eldar's ancient battle ark was also blocked by him. He did not want to draw the attention of the troublemaker Slaanesh here.

With the help of the waves of the warp, Tzeentch could see that the God-Emperor and Slaanesh were blocking another invasion of Khorne. This time Khorne really spent a lot of money, million blood forged under the eighty-eighth abyss. The Bronze Mad Demon went on a killing spree among the Cursed Legions. Although Slaanesh's Keepers of Secrets could fight back and forth with the Mad Demon, Slaanesh's power was not as powerful and pure as Khorne after all, and the bound God-Emperor could not Unable to go all out, the crazy Khorne fought back and forth with the two of them, and the stalemate on the battlefield will continue.

But this desperate message can be sent to other places to add new variables.

Tzeentch hooked his fingers, and a gap the size of a needle was exposed in the crystal lattice, and the tangle of it sent this breath to the decaying and dying garden.

The goddess of life Isa heard this ancient cry. She knew in an instant that it was a devout believer left by the ancient spiritual empire. A drop of excited tears fell from her compassionate face, falling through the subspace and the curtain. To the mortal world, this drop of tears has cured the diseases and sufferings of countless creatures.

Regardless of whether they are spirits or aliens, Goddess Isa's love for all living beings is equal.

The deep despair and anger contained in the breath also attracted Nurgle's attention. He was busy and stopped stirring the cauldron in his hands, and looked back to see Isa's heartbroken look in tears.

"What's wrong? My dear friend."

"I heard someone calling me...asking for my salvation and mercy..."

"Oh..." Nurgle saw Isa burst into tears and felt very sad. He called his children over and ordered them to bring Isa's children to accompany her.

A harmonious family should be neat and tidy. Nurgle always believed in this. He pulled out a rotting stick from the mire to make their long journey easier. He also picked a yellow and watery fruit from the branch of his withered fruit tree so that the children could have food to fill their bellies on the way.

He looked far into the distance and felt that the area was still too dead and dry, and his children would definitely starve and suffer if they came back slower.

As if one fruit was not enough, Nurgle stirred the cauldron with a spoon and scratched the thick and muddy sediment at the bottom of the cauldron. He raised his hand to fish out the thick sediment and poured it on the fruit. Then he shook it Ringing a bell to send his child off with a rusty squeak.

The sons of Nurgle were very happy to accept the task. They were jumping around like primary school students on their first spring outing. The cute and naughty Nurgling spirits flew through the intestines and internal organs of their brothers and sisters. When they felt tired and tired, they opened the yellow pustules and pillowed them on their heads. Sleep peacefully in the thick slurry.

Each thrust of the stick made the shambling Nurgle demons feel more energetic, and few demons showed their lazy and sleepy side. All kinds of twisted horns and dead skin drums accompanied their footsteps, leaving filth behind them as they marched, seeping through the curtain, and dripping down the filthy liquid carrying diseases in the mortal world.

The creatures healed by Isa's compassionate tears were once again plagued by various illnesses due to the march of the demonic army, and could not die quickly. They could only enjoy the kindness of their loving father in pain.

Regardless of living or dead things, the Father's love for all living beings is equal.

Nurgle's army came to the gap and placed the juiced fruits on the ground. This fruit is really so big that a loving father can weigh it with one hand. They would need tens of thousands or even millions of demons to carry it around.

The pustules on some demons' tired bodies burst, and new Nurglings were born from the pus, splashing each other like water fights. Other demons were crushed by the fruit during the transportation process, and their faces existed at the bottom of the fruit. They closed their eyes and enjoyed the leisure time without having to work.

The demons praised the generosity of their loving father and praised Isha's kindness. They vowed to stop Isha from crying and to loosen the frown on her loving father's face.

The Empire must drive away the aliens. Tyron: Let the ants parry this move.