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

Slaanesh is a traitor to the Great Game.

Tzeentch's words aroused the opposition of Khorne and Nurgle.

"Traitor? Are we allies? Don't be kidding..." Khorne stared at Tzeentch, rubbing his fingers on the blade to make it sharper and more deadly.

"We are not allies... You are also a nuisance!" Nurgle's disgust for Tzeentch even prevented him from giving gifts. He kept the filth by his side and did not give Tzeentch any gifts.

Tzeentch still smiled, hiding disdain and contempt.

The Emperor thought he was one against four, so how could the same be true for Tzeentch and the other gods?

As they sat here signing the contract, Khorne's demon army extended the war to the great library of Tzeentch's domain, and brass pillars of fire were inserted into the broken pages.

Nurgle's rotten stagnation aggregates the disordered and changeable crystal fragments, and his stupid demons ferment these dirty crystal fragments in their intestines and stomachs to create psychotic sludge sparkling wine.

"Yeah yeah!"

"For the Emperor!"

The roars of the Slaanesh Demon Army and the Cursed Legion made Tzeentch upset. He blocked part of his perception so that he could concentrate on promoting the signing of the contract.

“Expanding the scope of the great game from the warp to reality will require our combined efforts.”

Khorne and Nurgle smiled mockingly. They were not aroused by Tzeentch's words. Khorne was becoming more and more impatient.

"The intertwined authorities will be separated! You will be able to obtain the sole interpretation of the battle. Fighting is a way to gain glory, not a way to experience pleasure."

Khorne lowered his knife, becoming interested.

"The long separation will end, and there will be a grand reunion in your home! You will become an unquestionably kind parent!"

Nurgle smeared filth on the table, curious about Tzeentch's promise.

"We will separate the power of Slaanesh. The long and great game finally has an exit. And who will receive this honor?"

"It can only be me..." Khorne sharpened his knife excitedly. He could already imagine the bloody scene of splitting Slaanesh's disgusting body.

"We will separate Slaanesh's body and release the Eldar gods trapped in her body. Who will be qualified to accept these poor displaced ghosts at that time?"

"It can only be me..." Nurgle geared up. He could already think of the heartwarming scene when Isa and her friends reunited.

"In this case, the contract is established?"

Before signing their names, the gods asked Tzeentch why he was so enthusiastic. Apart from getting half of the golden ark, what else could impress Tzeentch to work so hard.

"I long for the sense of accomplishment when the flower of the plan slowly grows in my hands and finally blooms grandly. This can only be accomplished by me."

Tzeentch expressed his attitude, Khorne and Nurgle signed the names of their original gods, and the fifth contract came into effect.

Write down the end date of the contract. At the end of 999 years in the st millennium, the moment it crosses to the nd millennium, the gods will receive their reward, and the fulfilled contract will lose its validity. Then the gods once again became unrelenting enemies.

Tzeentch stared into the web of fate.

The unfolding web of destiny, the converging web of destiny, the extending web of destiny, the severed web of destiny, the realized web of destiny, the unrevealed web of destiny, the solidified web of destiny, the invisible illusory web of destiny net.

They are intertwined, intertwined in the year 999 of the st millennium, intertwined in the Eye of Terror, intertwined on the four planets of Cadian, Terra, Mars, and the Great Refectory.

This is the most certain destiny, a destiny driven by the infinite movement of the universe, an inevitable destiny anchored by the subject's subconscious.

From now on...it's all invisible illusion, it's a random universe that even the subjective person doesn't know.

The subject's dice stood up against the sharp corners of the cube. Under Tzeentch's precise control, the dice stood firmly, waiting for a violent tremor.

"As planned..." Tzeentch watched Khorne and Nurgle go away, and his three powerful chess pieces knelt before Tzeentch.

Kalos salutes Tzeentch, and he will go to the Black Legion to plan for Abaddon.

Victor saluted Tzeentch. He presented all the webway maps owned by the Youdu of Commorragh, and led the demon army to lay many traps in the broken webway.

Victor, who was born as a slave, had no favorable impressions of the Spirit Empire or the Spirit Race. He just wanted to listen to the gasps of the Spirit Race when he strangled them to death.

Lokasna was taken away by Tzeentch, and he stood before the Well of Eternity and knew his fate.

It was from here that Carlos climbed out and gained the ability to foresee the future and replay the past.

"Get in and get out."

Tzeentch rarely gave such concise and clear orders. Rokasna moved step by step. The closer he got to the Well of Eternity, the more incomprehensible babbles he heard.

Lokasna closed her eyes and jumped into the Well of Eternity.

......

"Okay, if this device is activated, we can allow the people on the planet to return to normal life." Odemeyer wiped the sweat from her forehead. She checked the code one last time and made sure there was no problem before starting it. equipment.

This huge tower was placed on the South Pole of the Luo Deyun civilized world. Ying Yang, who once commanded the attack on the giant tower, would shake his head heavily when he saw this device, shaking the cruel war scenes of the past out of his mind.

This giant tower can erase people's memories, and the effect is extremely powerful. The only method that can compare with the efficiency of erasing memories is brain resection.

But Odemair is not trying to make the people on the planet become idiots, she just wants the remaining survivors to forget the memory impact that the wind of indulgence has brought to them.

The lolita-like Slaanesh is at the center of the tower. She will be responsible for reviewing the absorbed memories and deleting the worst ones.

Odemair can do the same job, but the speed with which she can process the past one by one cannot be compared to that of the gods.

Purple ripples spread around the world with the giant tower as the center. The device only lasted 0.6 seconds before Slaanesh processed all the memories.

Slaanesh waved her hand to Lin Fan, saying that the pleasure she got this time would last her for a long time, and then her shadow body dissipated and returned to the subspace to trouble the cold God Emperor.

"The experiment with our new communications department was also very successful. We are finally able to send some useful messages instead of a lot of vague riddles and doodles."

Odemair showed the information sent by the New Spirit Department. The pale and smooth spiritual bones were engraved with the complex and mysterious symbols of the Eldar.

The astropath who had received Eldar lessons said in a hoarse voice, "Everything is normal in the dining hall. This is Delia."

"Ah... I'm really touched. I can finally understand the emotions of my ancestors when they first used radio to communicate across thousands of mountains and rivers." Odemeyer said with great emotion.

Everyone laughed together, and the future seemed more and more promising.