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

A glimmer of light burst out from Kayon's withering soul world. When he saw that the famous Fateweaver Carlos appeared in front of him, Kayon was even more surprised.

"Making a deal with the Great Demon of Tzeentch?" Khayon sneered, "I have seen enough negative cases. There is no way I can sign any terms with you."

"A negative case? Haha... They hurriedly signed the treaty without fully understanding the contents. Everything we did was in accordance with the agreement. Don't think too bad of us."

Khayon had no interest in Carlos's explanation. The Great Demons of Tzeentch always had reasons and excuses to excuse themselves. It would be strange if they couldn't tell them.

Carlos approached Kayon's soul, holding the rolled ancient contract paper in one hand and the crystal clear crystal ball in the other. He asked Kayon, aren't you curious about Cardia's situation?

Khayon said there was nothing to be curious about. Abaddon would win. No combat force in the empire could compete with Blackstone Fortress. They could only delay their own demise by one or two minutes.

Without mocking Kayon's optimism, Carlos handed over the crystal ball. The scene of the Chaos Legion being cornered came into Khayon's eyes.

Before Kayon questioned whether this was a lie, the two heads of Carlos spoke first, "If the picture shown here is even the slightest bit false, my great master will have his head split open by the Lord of War! He will be ridden and played with by the Lord of Indulgence! Being fed soup and shit by the Lord of Decay!"

Khayon's eyes widened. This was the first time he had heard such a terrible oath from the mouth of a Tzeentch demon since he became a psyker.

This oath confirmed that the picture Carlos showed was not false, but Kayon still did not let go of his guard. The value of the things these Tzeentch demons want to exchange for the truth is certainly beyond their ability to bear.

While thinking about the problem, keep your eyes on the crystal ball. The Chaos fleet, which covers the sky and vows to bring destruction to the empire, can only stay behind the Blackstone Fortress to survive. Under the pressure of the enemy, the Chaos warband that can barely stay together falls into internal fighting. They are now Or use anti-aircraft guns to intercept torpedoes and bombers to vent their grievances. Maybe they will then escalate to using macro cannons to shoot at each other.

How could this be? What about Abaddon? He couldn't let this happen unless the Vengeful Spirit was jumped by the Empire and he was forced to move the command center.

Who can defeat Abaddon with the blessing of divine power? Alpha Wolf Logan? Dark Angel Azrael?

So what's going on with the Vengeful Spirit now? Sister, is she still safe?

Kayon was a little anxious, and his soul couldn't help but reach out to the crystal ball. And Carlos also changed the screen for him very considerately.

The Vengeful Spirit twisted into a giant mass of filth spewing out the warp. The powerful Space Marines and the weak servants were assimilated and swallowed by the warp, becoming part of the unspeakable structure.

Kayon could only feel regret for their fate for a moment, but he cared more about his sister.

The sight passed through all the horrific distortions and came to the core of the Vengeful Spirit, which really turned into a heart made of flesh, blood and machinery. The thick cable violently pierced into the heart, following the rhythm of expansion and contraction, pouring more subspace power into the Vengeful Spirit.

All the brains integrated into the meditator's system seemed to have restored the ritual, and many human faces emerged on the outer skin of the heart, with different appearances showing the same pain and making silent howls.

His sister was also one of them. Countless hands-like ridges were tearing at his sister's face, as if they were trying to tear her into pieces or drag her into the dark depths of her heart.

Kayon's heart clenched suddenly. He clearly recorded his sister's pain and felt his broken body aching faintly.

What the hell is Abaddon doing! ! !

At this time, only this roar echoed in the soul world. Kayon suddenly raised his head and looked at Carlos, "Why didn't you take action?"

"I?"

"Why didn't you help Abaddon! Wouldn't it be a good thing for you to win the Thirteenth Black Crusade?"

Looking at Kayon pointing the finger at himself, or even at the master behind him, Carlos's two heads let out different laughter.

"Times have changed, little one. If it were normal, I would be happy to help, but my great master also encountered an unsolvable problem, so he had to change his plan."

"You mean those battleships? They are indeed powerful, but they are not a troublesome thing for you, right?"

"No, no, no... look at that guy."

Following Carlos's guidance, Kayon saw Lin Fan in armor easily killing Abaddon's guards. The smoothness of the bayonet cutting through the armor reminded Khayon of cutting butter with a hot knife, and the difficulty of crushing the helmet to burst felt like pinching a ball of sand.

Abaddon stood up, holding the Draconian Demonic Sword and carrying the power of Chaos, trying to launch a swift and ruthless attack on Lin Fan.

There was a distance between the two of them. Lin Fan fixed his eyes on Abaddon. After a while, his arms fell off neatly...

"Who is he?" Kayon asked.

"Him?" Carlos spoke with solemnity and fear in his tone when talking about Lin Fan. Everyone who knows the power of the subject should be in awe of its powerful and irresistible power. "He is a pure destroyer! He is a tangible person." And the invisible final doom!”

Carlos released his psychic energy as he spoke, creating many mirrors in Kayon's soul world. The contents reflected by these mirrors were spectacular scenes of the mass extinction of the universe.

The process of the huge universe's demise left Khayon breathless. The horror of its unexplained demise gripped all his senses, and only tremors slowly rippled out from the depths of his soul.

"Did you see it? This is a good thing he did. The pure destroyer has come again. My lord has done everything possible to fight against him, but in order to realize our plan, you still need to pay a huge price."

Khayon forced himself out of the scene of the destruction of the universe and looked at Carlos with twinkling eyes.

Tzeentch for the universe... no... to protect the only remaining galaxy knitting plan? Is this believable?

The four gods rely on the thoughts of life to exist, and life relies on the solid space to exist. Although the four gods only have a playful attitude towards life, they will also restrain themselves in order to continue the game longer.

Thinking from this point of view, Tzeentch may really want to protect the future of the galaxy from his heart.

So what will he do?