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

The gifted Book of Holy Words entangled the body of the original body, and the shadow of Tzeentch was emerging on the book. He looked at the white dove that Roka turned into, looked at the Eye of the Deceiver floating in the air, and looked at the contract in his hand. .

He in the Warp, the Deceiver among the stars, they all roll the dice.

The subject's dice are spinning hard, and the dice in the galaxy are spinning fast.

"Leave everything to unpredictable fate." Tzeentch and the Deceiver closed their eyes and let the dice fall to the ground.

"success."

"fail."

The two outcomes are colliding, pointing to different roles.

The dice left by the previous subject pointed at Lin Fan, giving him the successful result.

The dice made of stars pointed towards Khorne, bestowing upon him the consequences of failure.

Lin Fan's eyelids beat uncontrollably several times. There were only mountains made of metal around him, and an ocean made of lightning energy.

The plants nourished by the old soup also became distorted and deformed. Apart from listening to Lin Fan's words, they were indistinguishable from Nurgle's plants.

The core exhausted all its energy and completely collapsed in the extreme incomprehension of the data. The technical body sold all the goods and celebrated the end of its duties with joyful fireworks.

The three AIs whose fates were intertwined got the peace they wanted. Only Unit 0, who was responsible for maintenance, was crying resentfully, feeling sad for his lonely fate.

Lin Fan found the hard light printing equipment and was trying to build what he thought was a very powerful equipment to arm himself.

"success."

The hard light printing equipment that was on the verge of collapse was powerfully repaired by the results of the dice, ignoring all the damage on the body and understanding Lin Fan's needs.

"Printing equipment, please wait."

......

Khorne witnessed Roka's sneak attack on the Emperor. He angrily denounced this, clapped his hands, summoned the shrunken world-destroying sword, and stabbed the dove transformed by Roka.

"fail."

Khorne's help was distorted, and the folds of the real space allowed the World-Destroying Sword to pierce Seles's chest. If that was all, the God-Emperor would have nothing to fear.

It wasn't until the pigeon that Roka turned into was submerged in the power of the God Emperor with its wounds revealed, that he realized something was wrong.

He suddenly looked back at the books of the Holy Book, only to see the shadow of Tzeentch celebrating the success of the plan.

Tzeentch raised a finger and pointed at the power of faith mixed in, and he spoke silently.

"One percent of Khorne's power is here. It's time for you to retreat."

The God-Emperor was forcibly expelled by the detonated power of Tzeentch. Seles's state of fearlessness finally ended, and he looked at the wound on his chest with a pale face.

"Hmph...it's really troublesome..."

The fighting spirit of Khorne possessed in Karn's body decreased. He could already feel Tzeentch's laughter, and the flames of anger surged in his chest.

However, seeing that the people here were not dead yet, Khorne decided to give these people a gift of blood first, that is, chop off their heads to show respect.

With a strong movement of his wrist, Seles was thrown off the sword. Fulgrim caught the injured Seles, and Perturabo and Dorn stood side by side in front of him to block the killing intent released by Khorne.

Jaghatai drew his scimitar and moved to the side of the line of fire, preparing to fend off Khorne's attack.

"Fire!"

Facing the increasingly overwhelming murderous intent, the only way to struggle is to pour out firepower. The cannonballs and energy beams turned into clouds of blood mist before falling on Karn's body. Khorne laughed at their overestimation and charged with a bloody storm.

Jaghatai and the warriors who were good at melee combat attacked Kahn from the side, but they were beheaded without even seeing Kahn's movements clearly.

Jaghatai moved as much as he could, allowing Kahn's blade to cut only one-third of his neck.

Holding his bloody neck, Chagatai's body was repairing, and he coughed out from the itching and irritation.

Seeing that the original bodies were powerless to fight, Khorne in Kahn's body also lost interest in fighting.

He originally wanted to cut off Dorn's shield and body with one knife, but Perturabo's kick also made Khorne feel upset.

The kick was faster and heavier than Perturabo's, almost all the bones in Perturabo's chest were broken, and his internal organs were also severely damaged.

But because of his influence, Khorne's slash only cut off the shield and Dorn's power armor, and cut his belly open, but did not cut it in two.

Fulgrim looked at his seriously injured brothers and raised his weapon without fear. He was just a clone, unable to resist the Khorne possessed by Karn. Maybe he would die here without any chance of atonement. .

Khorne became even more irritated when he saw Fulgrim. His admiration for fighting was suppressed by the desire to slaughter. Khorne didn't bother to say anything more. He released the world-destroying sword, raised it above everyone's heads and smashed it down.

Hurry up and end the matter here so that he can chop off Tzeentch's head. He can also visit the God-Emperor. If the injury is not too serious, he will chop the God-Emperor twice and try to embed his head in his own body. Under the throne.

Khorne thought this, and then he heard a familiar voice above his head.

"Hey! Have you ever been kicked by a light?"

A golden half spear of light was inserted into the huge world-destroying sword, and then Lin Fan flashed beside the spear with the second half of the spear in hand.

Lin Fan, who was wearing a green armor, frightened Trazin. He could tell at a glance that this was not a creation of reality, but a creation of the subjective mind.

"What did he do? How could he build it in so much detail?"

No one answered Trazin's question. They watched Lin Fan smash the world-destroying sword with one fist, and then watched in horror as the fragments of the sword fell towards them.

"Run!" Perturabo ordered everyone to flee. He endured the pain of broken bones in his body and dragged Dorn away who couldn't stand up.

Perturabo looked up at the fragments of the sword, predicting the area where the fragments would fall, and relayed this information to everyone.

"If any idiot is beaten to death, I will burn his ashes into bricks and trample them under my feet every day!" Perturabo warned fiercely.

"On the contrary, they will think this is a reward...if they are really as fanatical as you said." Dorn said calmly, "Look at the excited eyes of that nun..."

Perturabo took a closer look, and he could only read one message in those eyes.

What a blessing and honor it is to be trampled under the feet of the Emperor's heirs.

Disgusted by this thought, Perturabo shuddered fiercely, "I admit that I need some time to adapt to this kind of fanaticism. Are you satisfied?"

"I didn't say anything."

"That's what you mean! Damn you asshole!"

"This is all what you think about."

"Shut up! Dorn! I should have left you there to die!"

"You still have a chance to let go now."

If the Nurgle forces really fight, it will be quite extreme. For example, the World Purifying Epidemic Army believes that the universe can only develop again after it is dead and clean.