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

When someone is deceived by their appearance, they reveal their true nature and whisper in their ears, "Life is the emperor's currency, so we must work hard to mint coins for the emperor."

In the eyes of Cather White Fang, the indiscriminate relationship between men and women is not a big deal. He has seen more dirty and outrageous situations. Compared with those, these demons who have lived for thousands of years can simply squeeze a few mortals. It is said to be harmless to humans and animals.

If you follow Lin Fan's words, this is when friendship goes sour and a big car crushes a small horse.

In battle, they also like to execute Chaos cultists and aliens in the name of the Emperor.

This was an extremely strange experience, and Kaiser White Fang could not accept that these Slaanesh demons were using Chaos cultists as carving materials. Those men had indeed betrayed the Imperium, but Kathe White Fang felt that their fate would be judged only by the Emperor, not by these well-disguised demons of Slaanesh.

It was precisely because of Kaiser White Fang's warning and opposition that these demons reluctantly chose the demon of Khorne as their execution target.

What they did was pretty good, even better than torturing a mortal. Perhaps only the Emperor and their Master know how many years these daemons have fought against each other in the Warp.

Sometimes Kaiser White Fang would also think about a question in the precious moments when the war stopped. These demons said that they could feel the Emperor's eyes every time they called out to him. If what they said was true, then the Emperor's gaze would What do you think of them?

......

"These little guys are elite soldiers, let me tell you. Together they have killed more Khorne demons than any single Imperial force."

"Ah."

"Their leader is also a pale stalker carefully selected by me. She gave me many heads of the bloodthirsty demons as gifts."

"Ah."

"I made up all their slogans, isn't it interesting? The Mother of the Merciful Emperor gave me a bolter machine gun to clean up the world."

"Ah."

"You're so boring..." Slaanesh's mood dropped a lot when he saw that the God-Emperor still looked cold, "I went to tease Khorne."

"Ah."

Slaanesh left muttering, and the God-Emperor sat firmly on the throne, staring at the ever-changing Demon Realm.

Destiny has changed greatly, the Legion that should have betrayed remains loyal; the world that should have been the first to be baptized by the flames of war remains peaceful. The Thirteenth Black Crusade was already heading in a direction beyond Abaddon's control. He was trying to control the situation, but perhaps he didn't realize until the end that everything he was doing was in vain.

The fate of an individual is so insignificant in the face of the vast universe. Even if he has stood on the top of a planet and become the leader of a war group, he cannot extract himself from the intricate web of fate. Detach yourself and maintain an objective and sober attitude.

Just like the assembly of the Imperial Navy, the Empire spent hundreds or even thousands of years preparing to piece together a huge fleet that could hold back the Chaos Fleet.

By sifting through the millions of planets archived in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, we get a sense of how many worlds the Empire can build to meet Imperial standards.

These warships had no peace during the long production process, with alien invasions, chaos rebellions, and internal strife in the empire...

Various emergencies caused some warships to sink before they even left the factory, or were sucked into subspace and became part of huge hulks.

Under the orders of the empire, the warships that successfully left the factory were distributed in the vast and dark universe, with a density even smaller than a pinch of sugar sprinkled on porridge. These warships were urgently transferred by the empire. During the voyage, they suffered from design errors and material loss in some places. Or maybe a few unlucky ones among the ship's crew could lose control of their psychic powers and directly put demons into the ship. This part of the warship would be forever out of the control of the Imperial Navy.

The battleships stationed in the Cadia sector are just a small microcosm of this huge change. In the shadow of the arrogant battleships are the Astral Legions and Space Marines who are more numerous and whose fate is more complicated. Their arrival here means that the defense zone of Cadia is stable, and it also means that other worlds that have had their manpower and warships deployed have lost some or all of their ability to resist.

Tzeentch remains beneath the Web of Destiny, his gaze reaching out from every corner of the Empire. Seize the fleeting opportunity to spread unrest on planet after planet.

The calmer things are in Cadia, it means that other planets are suffering on his behalf. Destiny, like water, compensates for missing surpluses in order to be evenly distributed in the universe.

The God-Emperor guided Arric's fleet through the warp, keeping him at a safe distance from the Ork fleet that followed closely behind. He was competing with Tzeentch, and from time to time he would set off huge waves next to the two fleets, affecting the fleet's position.

Tzeentch hoped that the orc fleet would be the first to hit Cadia, and the God-Emperor hoped that the orc fleet would suddenly appear from the center of the Black Legion.

High-level beings like the God-Emperor and Tzeentch can use their own will to drive countless individuals to come together to form an unstoppable historical trend. Their actions and manifestations collide in the open and in the dark, making it difficult for them to do so. The speculative fate becomes even more confusing.

Changes and plans are part of Tzeentch's strength. No matter what he does, the God-Emperor cannot interrupt the process of Tzeentch gathering strength through change.

"So, what's your choice?"

Tzeentch's ethereal voice came, but it was impossible to tell what deep meaning he had.

The God-Emperor spoke half in answer and half inquiringly, "Aren't you afraid? The Eldar, Necrontyr, and humans will all gather into one force through the Battle of Cadia, and by then the Eye of Terror will be sewn together. You can no longer reach out and do evil in reality."

Tzeentch smiled, seemingly not afraid of the future described by the God-Emperor, "We are sealed in the subspace, and you will also be sealed in the subspace and imprisoned in infinite reincarnation. Aren't you afraid?"

"One for four." After the God Emperor said it, he thought about it, and then changed his words, "Two for three, it's quite profitable."

"So this is your choice?"

The God-Emperor did not answer Tzeentch this time. He shifted his gaze to the forge world of Agrippina. The center of the planet that has been controlled by the Mechanicus for a long time has been contaminated by the power of subspace and has become a gateway from subspace to reality. A bridge.

The Daemons of Slaanesh and the Daemons of Khorne fought at the Bridge, fighting more wars than those fought in the center of the Earth and on the surface of the planet combined.

It won't be long before this planet will be shattered and disintegrated by the shock of the battle, and the heavy wail of planet destruction will then affect the structure of the Webway.

The God-Emperor thought for a while, and then rang a big bell.

"This is my choice."