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

I have spoken against the Emperor.

I doubted the Emperor.

I hated the Emperor.

I hated the Emperor.

But facing the deep terror of the warp, facing the crazy bodies of my brothers under the control of the evil god, and facing all the despair and pain in the universe, I finally understood the emperor's helplessness.

His brothers had been deceived, the Warp oceans were never benign, and deadly predators hunted even the smallest shoals of humanity. The bigger the soul, the greater the harm. Once Horus was the greatest soul among them, so his fall was the most profound.

He was devoured, dismantled, thrown into the entertainment of the evil god's endless games, and could never be redeemed.

But at least...these people deserve redemption...

They were children of this dark age, and had seen nothing but hardship, hardship, and endless conflict throughout their lives. Despite this, they still fought together under the banner of the religion that the Emperor hated most, even when surrounded by enemies.

And what about him? Chagatai thought this way. He had seen a better era, a glorious period that gradually moved from backwardness to progress. Although the rebellion in the end destroyed all ideals, at least he had seen dapples of light.

"How willful and stupid I am..." Jaghatai pinched the golden double-headed eagle with both hands and held it in front of his chest. Perturabo had already vaguely guessed what Jaghatai was going to do.

Sighing, Perturabo also knelt beside Jaghatai, placing his hand on Jaghatai's hand, and the two of them recited the contents of the Emperor's Proverbs in unison.

Their praise undoubtedly served as a model for the Space Marines and other mortals, who knelt on the ground and recited the words of the Emperor's Logos at the pace of the two Primarchs.

A chorus of praise stirred up the light, resisting Nurgle's taint and returning the ship to its true form. Although the veil is weak and incomplete, the spiritual barrier of faith is being re-erected. Seles, Roca, Chagatai, and Perturabo created two nodes. They compensated each other and exchanged the power of faith.

In the subspace, the God-Emperor, who was fighting fiercely with Khorne, also heard the praises of Chagatai and Perturabo. He sighed helplessly and without saying anything, he rushed towards the violent and ferocious Khorne again.

Tzeentch watched the power of faith rise with excitement. He took out the last bit of power of faith submitted by Carlos and poured them into Roka's body.

Roca opened her eyes, and Seles was surprised by the power of faith reverberating from her body. This majestic power of faith can only be gathered by thousands of monastic worlds.

Roka has become the core of the power of faith. Chagatai looked at Roka's golden body and sighed to Perturabo, "Times have changed. We should be more pragmatic..."

"Yes, we should be more pragmatic...for the emperor! For my father!"

The power of faith expanded within Roka's body, forcing his demon soul into the corner of his body. He was about to be burned alive by these powers of faith, but he was still waiting for Tzeentch's order.

The principal won't just abandon him...he is still useful! He can become the most critical pawn in the principal's endless plan!

Under the influence of this thought, Lokasna jumped up from the corner where he was hiding. He embraced the power of faith and allowed the flames to burn the golden feathers on his body.

When Nurgle's hand was finally above his head, Tzeentch gave him a clear order.

"Cut him off..."

Roka raised the scepter of the state religion high, roaring in pain, and his whole body was enveloped in golden flames. These flames were guided on the scepter, turning into a curved razor of fire, flying towards one of Nurgle's fingers.

Lin Fan no longer knew where he was on Nurgle's finger. Facing the endless despair of the past, present and future of the entire universe, he could only swing his fist, again and again, and hit deeper again and again. go.

He saw the flaming razor cutting into the turbidity. The light created by the razor finally allowed Lin Fan to see a solid shape in the turbidity of endless despair.

Is this a bone? Is this the nature of Nurgle?

Lin Fan didn't know this, but to him, this solid piece was the only one in this muddy land that was out of place. He raised his fist and smashed hard against the pale surface of the solid.

"what!!!"

Nurgle felt the pain in his heart, which even made him subconsciously withdraw his hand. Nurgle looked at his hand painfully and found that one of his fingers had disappeared.

He urged the power of despair to reshape his body, but failed to do so. He suddenly realized that this finger was gone forever, and one percent of his endless power was gone forever.

From then on, as the decaying lord and the loving father of all things, he could only meet his children with 99% of the incompleteness...

Nurgle was heartbroken and angry, and he vowed to find out who had cut off his finger. He carefully looked at the scar on the severed finger and found only a circle of golden flames burning.

"It's you again...it's you nuisance again!" Nurgle was furious. He didn't even bother to help Isa retrieve the body of the war lord, and walked directly towards the emperor's throne. He must ask for an explanation. .

Lin Fan didn't know how the subspace was changing. He only knew that after he interrupted the solid body, the liquid despair surrounding his body was fading away. He felt like he was floating in the universe, and before him was a floating green finger. Apart from looking disgusting, it didn't emanate any terrible warp corruption.

Seems like everything is over? But Tzeentch didn't think so.

Luo Ka's body has turned into a piece of coke. Carrying too much power of faith, he is heading towards the end of death, both inside and outside. But Tzeentch would not let the demon soul in Rokar's body die like this. He had not yet completed a key part of his grand plan.

Now...all the gods have been weakened...In order to avoid becoming the target of public criticism, Tzeentch must take the initiative to give up part of his power.

But he was not prepared to put the power he gave up into Roka, but into the finger that Nurgle had broken away from.

"Despair and hope... stagnation and change... the ebb and flow... endless life..." Tzeentch plucked out a feather, which also represented 1% of his infinite power, and his hands trembled. , seems to be making the craziest decision, "If you want to get a new one, you must give up the old one, it's that simple."

Determined, Tzeentch threw the feather to his fingers, and the next moment, an explosion from the distant past swept everything away.

The new great sage of the Mechanicus, Ainz Ooal Gown (to be honest, the bad things he did are considered weak and kind in the eyes of the Mechanicus)