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

To mortals, 10 is just a number, but to Tzeentch and the Warp, it is the beginning of a new world. As far as Tzeentch knows, there are only three beings among the gods who are lucky enough to receive double holy numbers.

奸奇是9+1\u003d10，他需要通过计划来主动的为自己的9加1才能做到这一点。

Nurgle is 7+3\u003d10. As a symbol of the end of the universe, Nurgle himself carries two holy numbers. He only needs to wait to upgrade to the holy number. Time will naturally help him combine 3 and 7. .

3 symbolizes the origin of life. All things only rely on instinctive activities. It is not until they grow to 6 that they can have more complex emotional changes and psychological needs.

The same number 3 also symbolizes the products of decay. Even forests and grasslands burned by wildfires will leave ashes behind. Even if the universe will eventually die, the cold particles will never disappear. This is essentially different from 0, which symbolizes nothingness.

Finally, there is the God Emperor. His holy number is 13. Now he is limited by his remaining humanity and concern for mankind and cannot be promoted to the true god. But if he left everything behind, the entire universe and the Warp would groan at his birth.

The sacred number of the God-Emperor is derived from the combination of 10 and 3, which symbolizes the opening up of a new world. It also implies that this new world will be a new world where only destruction and despair exist.

Under the God-Emperor's Throne of Destruction, the skull will eventually be exhausted, the wisdom will die, the passion will slowly fade away, and the foundation of life will fade irreversibly. Only destruction will become the real eternity.

So will Nurgle transform his form and merge with the God-Emperor? Tzeentch is incapable and unwilling to think about such a world. He only focuses on his own hopes and future.

As time passed by, countless changes gathered. Tzeentch, who had been working hard for a long time, also became nervous about it. Although he had envisioned countless situations, he could not guarantee that things would happen as he expected when he actually executed them.

The subjective person knows nothing about my plan, and there is no way he can influence me...

Tzeentch cast his eyes in the direction of the Deceiver. Although they worked closely together in many areas, Tzeentch could not guarantee that the Deceiver was as honest as he seemed.

The Deceiver was leading bystanders to stop the Silent King on his way to Mars. Their old hatred should be settled.

Click... The time is approaching, and the final countdown has arrived. Tzeentch tremblingly gave instructions to his subordinates.

"Carlos, Victor... do what you have to do."

Kalos answered Tzeentch's call. He wrapped his tattered cloak tightly around himself and blended into the countless cultists on Terra who worshiped the Emperor's statue. He turned part of his body into shadow and shuttled through Terra's complex and towering buildings. He carefully avoided the vigilant guards and the scans of the psychic sacred weapons. Finally, Carlos came to a heavily guarded cell, where Iskandar Kayan, who was tortured into a cripple, was imprisoned.

"I have a deal I want to make with you..."

On the other side, Victor also held the key given to him by the fraudster in his hand, and twisted it in the air, and the space was easily torn open.

Victor passed through the crack and appeared directly in the depths of Bietan's Ark. The huge spiritual bones that supported the entire structure of the ark were stepped on by Victor, and the last handle that had not yet been pulled out The old woman's sword stayed quietly in the center of the spirit bones. Many alarms also sounded, and Efreni and the Eldar prophets were coming with their troops to check the condition of the spiritual bones.

Boom boom boom!

Ifreni suddenly appeared in front of Victor. Victor showed no fear, but instead showed a mocking smile. He saluted Efreni gracefully, and then summoned all the troops loyal to him.

"Perfect...perfect..." The situation was so smooth that Tzeentch was trembling with excitement, and it also made him ignore an existence that had not appeared in his sight for a long time.

The Laughing God Silegor teases the space with his fun-filled performances, and he accommodates the entire harlequin troupe in a huge bag that is so bloated that it looks ridiculous. He had understood Tzeentch's plan, but he did not believe that now was the best time to attack.

What is the most frustrating part of a show? That is to interrupt the drama mercilessly at its climax.

......

Lin Fan, who was swimming in Goge's veins, suddenly fell down. The huge wound on Goge's body was as insurmountable as a cliff. Brother Mao held a chopping ax and smiled ferociously at Lin Fan, "I finally found you."

"You bastard, do it quickly! It hurts me to death!" Brother Go kicked Brother Mao in the butt to tell him to stop talking nonsense.

Brother Mao suppressed the anger for the time being, preparing to settle the account with Brother Go later. Then he chopped off an ax with quick eyes and hands, directly scraping away Lin Fan and all the surrounding flesh. Lin Fan saw Brother Mao being so persistent and gave up the idea of ​​drilling into Brother Brother's body. This orc's recovery ability was really strong. Basically, after Lin Fan destroyed his front foot, the wound on his back foot healed. Even if Lin Fan dug holes in Gao Ge's brain, it would only give Gao Ge a slight headache for a few seconds.

But what Lin Fan didn't know was that Goge's ability to recover was all thanks to the orcs in the galaxy who were more numerous than sand. Every injury on Brother Gomao's body was randomly assigned to the orcs. Some orcs went crazy for no apparent reason, or died, and all of them were blamed on Lin Fan.

Just the damage done to Goge had already caused hundreds of millions of casualties to Lin Fan.

Lin Fan threw the light spear at Brother Mao's eyeballs. Although the latter blocked Lin Fan's flight by quickly closing his eyes, his eyelids could not block Lin Fan's bayonet and hands.

After a while, Brother Mao's eyes were soaked in blood, and Lin Fan also launched a merciless attack on the eyeballs under his eyelids.

Brother Mao howled in pain, scolding Lin Fan that this little bug was really more sinister than him, violently shook his head, trying to shake Lin Fan from his eyelids.

Lin Fan drilled holes into the depths of his eyeballs, and the colorless and transparent glass covered his whole body. Brother Mao also became violent at this time and struck the ax directly at himself, cutting off part of his head. Then Brother Mao slapped this part of the head with the blade of an axe, like hitting a baseball.

Among them, Lin Fan inevitably flew out, and fell into the Perfect City with the bones and flesh of Brother Mao.

"This is really troublesome..." Lin Fan climbed up from the ruins. He began to feel tired of being stalked by Brother Mao.

(There is no official official statement on the analysis of the numbers of the gods [Maybe there is, but I have never seen it.]. The above content is all made up and guessed by me)