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

The power of the God-Emperor surges, surges, surges! The whirring sound of the flames even sounded like a drum.

The power of these flames frightened the Void Dragon, and for a moment he thought he was fighting an ancient saint.

The pressure brought by Khorne on the other end suddenly eased, and before the Void Dragon could react, he heard Khorne laughing.

"What a worthy duel! Oops, it's actually Slaanesh who is provoking me. I have something else to do. Let's meet again next time! Farewell!"

"Khorne! You bastard! If you hadn't smashed the barrier! How could this old bacon be so unbridled in my core!"

The Void Dragon roared at the Crimson King as Khorne withdrew. Although he was furious, Khorne's withdrawal at least allowed him to put more power into the confrontation with the God-Emperor.

But the Void Dragon is just a fragment after all, and his decline is fully displayed in the increasingly bright flames of the God Emperor...

If I remained intact...if I didn't have so many restrictions on me...if I didn't starve in the seal for a long time...

No...I can't just fall down like this! I must fight for my freedom! We must not be sealed underground by the God Emperor again!

Priests! Lend me your strength!

The void dragon's call transcended time and space, and the mechanical priests who held the requiem ceremony heard the abnormal sound of the machine soul that was different from the past.

What is the machine soul longing for...What is the machine soul longing for...The master of the machine soul is fighting against some evil existence!

The mechanical priests sprinkled the best engine oil on the message sent to them by the machine soul. They all prostrated themselves under the magnificent gear that symbolized the God of Machines, praising the greatness and the God of Machines over and over again in binary. immortal.

Facing the sudden expansion of the Void Dragon's power, the God Emperor also looked cold. He would never use the power of religion unless necessary.

There are far more believers who believe in the God-Emperor than those who believe in the God of Machines. Whether they are the poor at the bottom of the hive city or the nobles at the top of the spire, whether they are the soldiers fighting on the front line or the generals strategizing in the headquarters, they all regard the Emperor as the leader. Live and fight in the name of the God-Emperor.

When the God-Emperor thought, his will bloomed through countless church candlesticks and oil lamps; his will bloomed through countless double-headed eagles hanging around his neck and wrapped around guns.

In a world ravaged by plague, the church has become the last pure land. Countless plague zombies heading towards the church melted and burned under the light of thousands of candles, and the inexplicable diseases that had troubled the doctor for a long time disappeared in an instant.

Every soldier struggling in the siege of the zombies felt their tired body being rekindled by a ball of fire. Their laser guns without ammunition were as hot as fire sticks. Pulling the trigger could spit out a beam of pure fire.

The desperate soldiers and civilians were filled with infinite hope and gratitude. They praised the greatness of the God-Emperor and fought tirelessly into the magnificent church.

After entering the church, many people realized that the firearms in their hands had turned into a ball of hot scrap metal, and their palms were also burned with terrible scars.

But this situation only made the soldiers and civilians even more fanatical. They were grateful for the mercy of the God-Emperor and kissed the burnt scars on their hands piously and humbly.

These beliefs, these complex beliefs, these fanatical and ignorant beliefs, all poured into the God Emperor and the Ascension Throne where he sat.

The God-Emperor was not happy about the surge in his strength. He only felt that his body was being torn apart in the conflict of mixed beliefs.

He was shining with golden light, constantly repairing the broken wounds, trying to keep this huge power under control as much as possible.

The God-Emperor endured it for a long time, and so did Angron. Angron was already dying in the escalating flames, and even Orikan, who was spliced ​​with his consciousness, was also weak.

"Alas..." The God Emperor sighed leisurely. He knew that if he continued to accumulate strength, Angron would be wiped out.

He shouldn't have to endure this... at least not now...

The God-Emperor made a decision in a blink of an eye. In the Palace of Terra, the Imperial Guards guarding the edge of the Golden Throne were excited and surprised to see the skeletal Emperor on the throne raising a finger.

"Back off..."

The sound condensed by the God Emperor was like thunder and storm. Even perfect warriors like the Forbidden Army were knocked upside down by the impact and blown out of the door.

Pointing his finger to the sky, a beam of golden light penetrated the thick ceiling and the distant void and bombed directly on Mars, bombing on the head of the void dragon!

The Dragon Guard was unharmed under the bombardment of the God Emperor's power, but the Void Dragon, which had only a material body and material concepts, suffered endlessly from this spiritual power.

The Void Dragon roared and roared, its silvery metal body changing in an ever-changing manner, looking for the most perfect structure to reduce the degree of damage.

It's too early... You should wait for a while... Just wait for a while... Wait until the Mechanicum has a complete grasp of the empire... Wait until Caulta...

In a blur of consciousness, the Void Dragon saw the Deceiver smiling at him.

A disgusting smile...much worse than bacon...

"Don't look at me like that." The fraudster chuckled, "I'm here to help you."

The fraudster turned his hand, and a simple contract appeared in his hand. He slapped the contract on the Void Dragon, and then used his fingers to make a beautiful hexagonal prism.

A huge fortress was revealed through the prism made by the Deceiver's fingers. The Void Dragon stared directly at the fortress and the contract, and many dusty memories were brought out.

"I seem to have remembered something...I seem to be related to..." The Void Dragon said in confusion.

"With what?" The fraudster's smile became even more exaggerated. He knew that he was one step away from success.

"and...."

Just when the void dragon was about to recall the name, an unreasonable voice suddenly sounded in the deceiver's ears.

"stop!"

Time and space were stagnant, and neither the blow of the God Emperor's light nor the ever-changing and flowing conceptual body of the Void Dragon remained motionless.

All atoms, molecules, and electrons are stationary in their orbits. This kind of change would only cause the entire universe to collapse and disintegrate, but this doomsday scene did not appear.

In this space, only thinking can move, or in other words, only the fraudster's never-ending thoughts can continue to operate.

The Deceiver saw, the Deceiver saw a woman wearing a Cadian military uniform appearing behind him. He also saw the woman's figure and clothes quickly change into a giant wearing blue armor.

"Alfaris!" The Deceiver gritted his teeth and remembered the name. He never expected that the original body that had been sabotaging his plans would appear here.

"Wrong, it's Aurora."

Aurora charged in stasis, stabbing the Deceiver in the chest with the spear in her hand.