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

"Orican!" Trazin rushed to Orican's side, first wrapping his whole body with a thin layer of stance, and then Trazin hit Orican with his hand.

Orikan did not respond to Trazin, and the huge spherical detector no longer had its former brightness, dimming as if covered with thick dust.

Trazin brought Orikan's overheated body to emergency treatment. He couldn't understand why the situation had become so bad, but he knew that he still had a king to rely on.

The emergency call for help passed through a long distance and fell directly into the ears of the Silent King. He looked back at the Milky Way woven by the stars. After a moment of silence, he ordered the troops to shrink their defense lines. He wanted to take a group of dynasty fleets back to see the situation.

The Emperor sensed something was wrong with the Void Dragon, and he had fought against this master of technology in ancient times. He imprisoned the Void Dragon beneath the surface of Mars and formed a Dragon Guard to guard him.

But now it seems that these loyal dragon guards cannot protect the sarcophagus that seals the void dragon under the weird ability of the fraudster.

Faced with the restlessness in the underground of Mars, the God-Emperor could only draw out part of his power to provide strength for the Dragon Guards who guarded the Void Dragon. The star torch on Terra became even more dazzling, and this light was directed towards Mars, which is also in the solar system.

Fortunately, the Void Dragon only had a vague consciousness awakened by the fragments of the Mantra [Object]. His absolute control over machinery was imprisoned by narrow thinking. The Void Dragon, who escaped from the sarcophagus, only used the most clumsy way to show the stars. God’s power is unparalleled.

The liquid mercury-like body forms rippling plate-like scales. The void dragon relies on this simple method to block the dragon guard's attack, and relies on the sharp claws made of lightning to tear apart the heavy restraints on its body.

Because of this, the God Emperor's power to suppress the Black Stone Towers has become somewhat weak. These Black Stone Towers that are still running are still releasing powerful energy fluctuations that can strip away the souls of mortals.

The garrisons on hundreds or thousands of planets, including Cadia, suddenly felt weak and sick.

The God Emperor's face was solemn, and he sensed that the Void Dragon was trying to release the eternal star contained in his body.

The moment hundreds of stars were ejected from the outlet, the God-Emperor clenched his fists and tightly squeezed these hot stars that were trying to expand to normal size. The power of faith of the entire human empire for thousands of years has become the God Emperor's greatest reliance on compressing stars. The surging spiritual energy powerfully squeezes the stars into a sphere about ten meters in diameter, imprisoning them while preventing them from collapsing and releasing. Gravitational waves, as if these stars were just a few big, bright light bulbs.

Of course, the Void Dragon was not the only one to attack the God Emperor. Nurgle picked up the cauldron and poured out the old soup made of countless diseases and filth cannons onto the realm of the God-Emperor.

Facing Nurgle's attack, the God-Emperor did not show any fear. His fist slammed on the armrest of the throne, and a circle of flames spread out to burn the old soup of Nurgle.

There is no difference between the putrid gases from incomplete incineration and the highly toxic gases. These thick-colored gases sink and then rage throughout the entire Cadia sector. Planets in serious condition are even obscured by the yellow-green stench, making it impossible to see the surface conditions at all.

Sensing the loosening of the Empire's defenses, Abaddon also led the Black Legion out of the Eye of Terror and pounced directly on Cadia.

The Imperial fleet and the Chaos fleet fought together. These void behemoths that required a lot of time and resources to build quickly disappeared under the fierce fire.

The rain of destruction composed of light spears, macro cannons, and torpedoes was thrown at everyone indiscriminately. A portion of the Chaos fleet overran the Imperial fleet's defenses, and they launched drop pods full of degenerates without hesitation. These airdrop pods fell like cannonballs on Cadia and other attacked planets. The pale, degraded bodies wearing bone armor also caused considerable trouble to the imperial forces with their large numbers and fearless life and death.

Tzeentch also contributed to the sudden increase in chaos, driving many illegal psykers crazy with his actions, turning them into unstable rifts where daemons emerged in their uncontrolled psychic mutations.

The imperial world is burning in chaos. These worlds with extensive management and contradictions are really the best bases for cultivating cults and dissatisfied people.

The fire of rebellion ignited at the bottom of Terra swept to the top of those towering buildings, and then intensified under the instigation and instigation of the evil god.

"This is a small part of the plan." Tzeentch leisurely watched the God-Emperor support himself under the heavy pressure. Another powerful spell was pieced together at his fingertips. The God-Emperor could not see what he was going to do. .

Tzeentch did not rush to cast his spell, but instead started chatting with the God-Emperor.

"Do you think the situation is hopeless?"

"Despair?" The God-Emperor sneered, the mockery clearly expressed.

"If there is no subject, this is indeed a desperate battle. Nurgle's power is expanding. This is not a lie." Tzeentch said objectively, and then looked at the battle between Khorne and Slaanesh, "Even if Slaanesh becomes She has become your ally, and she has not made the pressure on you much less. Your alliance with her has promoted our alliance, and your cooperation with the subject has promoted my cooperation with the Star God. Otherwise, according to the original world Line, we existences should fight against each other endlessly, and deal with each other with much more powerful force than we deal with you."

"Ha... If you know the subject so well, you should know that your actions are meaningless."

"Meaningless?" Tzeentch screamed exaggeratedly, "Who defines meaning? You? Or the subjective person?"

Tzeentch continued, "You seem to have forgotten my authority because your life has been so smooth."

"I am the Lord of Change, the Lord of Trickery, the Lord of Progress, the Lord of Destiny...Among these many names, I still have an honorable name that has been forgotten in the years."

The God-Emperor felt uncomfortable because of Tzeentch's description, and the words Tzeentch was going to say next emerged in his mind.

"I am the Lord of Hope. Even if the empire regards you as salvation and hope, you must admit that it is not your authority. After you ascend the throne of the gods, your authority is only destruction and death! These powers you have accepted But getting your body wet in the ocean is nothing to mention. But do you dare to use the power of destruction? You don't dare, but I dare to use the power of hope."

Tzeentch slowly unfolded the spell, then he tilted his head and looked at the Emperor and asked softly, "Who do you think defines hope? Is there a possibility that my hope is also hope? The hope of the Lord of Hope. What kind of impact will it have?”

Under the shocked gaze of the God-Emperor, Tzeentch fully unleashed his spell. A Portal of Hope unfolded from the conceptual heart of Khorne, and then the Ark of Bietan suddenly sailed out of the Portal of Hope. The hull made of wraith bones was highly sensitive to the energy of the subspace, and the Portal of Hope was thus contaminated. Granted him the ability to harm Khorne on the Ark of Bietan.

The Ark of Bietan pierced Khorne's heart and chest like a dagger, spilling out boundless blood of hatred.

"This is what I give to you, and also the hope I give to me." Tzeentch laughed a few times, and then his body suddenly expanded and exploded in a burst of glory.

The Lord of Hope is dead, and the Lord of Despair will have no one to suppress him.

At the same time, deep in the subspace. The Well of Eternity, which even Tzeentch was afraid of, boiled, and Lokasna was spat out. His body was half real and half false. Carlos waited here for a long time. He lowered his head and saluted Rocasna respectfully.

"Now, let them fight for hope. Let us fight for our hope, the one that never existed."

Tzeentch gave a meaningful command through Rokasna's body, and then he disappeared, and only the deceiver's sighing voice came from the illusion.

"When I told you this method, I didn't think you would dare to do it."