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

But that's only the best case scenario. Tzeentch must have put his own interests first when planning, and saving the world must have been done casually.

The two endings of everything being extinguished and being turned into pawns are not good endings for Khayon...especially Carlos must be hiding something. To be honest, they are too skilled at what they did.

After this analysis, Khayon has little interest in the future of the galaxy, and is only worried about what kind of suffering his sister will suffer.

Carlos approached Khayon and described to him how wonderful the world would be after Tzeentch's victory.

"All living beings will remember your name and praise you as a great sacrifice! And all you have to do is sign it with your soul."

"Haha..." Khayon sneered at Carlos's temptation. He had no interest in the illusory glory. "You'd better leave quickly. If the Emperor finds out, he will burn you to ashes." of."

Carlos is not in a hurry, everyone has a price, and as long as the price is right enough, no one can be bought.

Although the concept of bribery is similar to Slaanesh's attributes, Tzeentch is much more skillful than Slaanesh when it comes to bribery. Slaanesh will bestow naked gifts on the followers she likes, as simple and crude as giving a large piece of fat to a person who is about to starve to death. Tzeentch, on the other hand, will make everything revolve around the chosen one through subtle changes, giving him the unique temperament of a child of destiny. Although it is not too obvious, it tastes longer and longer.

What exactly is Kayon looking forward to?

His father? His brother? His guardian spirit? His little Scourge minion? His good sister?

Hehehe...he is really greedy...

Carlos' eyes flickered, and Kayon knew what his plan was just by looking at him.

The next moment, this somewhat empty soul world changed under Carlos' control.

The figures of Gale, Mekari, Jhar, Nefertari, and Izala floated before Khayon's eyes. They all left unforgettable marks on Khayon, and they were also the softest weakness in Khayon's heart. Facing them, Kayon's face showed traces of sadness involuntarily.

Among the many figures was the tall and elegant Magnus, but Khayon did not pay much attention to him. His father was an arrogant psycho with little to miss.

"As long as you agree, they will always be by your side. Isn't this exactly what you want?" Carlos chuckled. He felt that he already had a chance to win.

However, the Tzeentch demons are Tzeentch demons after all. They are good at weaving plans and conspiracies but are not as keen in perceiving people's hearts as the Slaanesh demons.

Kayon's sadness froze, and he answered Carlos calmly, "No, let him fade away..."

"What... what!?"

Carlos couldn't understand. He pounced on Kayon and babbled to him describing how the souls of these people suffered in the subspace. They were crying and begging to you.

"As long as you nod! They will be released from hell!!!"

"There's no need for that."

"why why?"

"This is the ending they deserve. They deserve what they have done. It is fair. Just like me." Kayon opened his arms to Carlos, showing him his broken body and weak soul, " Although the Empire is not righteous, we are not good people either. We are just the dead who act out of unwillingness. We hate the Empire and inflict our wrath on innocent people on countless planets. I hate those in space who act like butchers. Wild wolves, but there is no essential difference between me and them."

"But you are an Astartes! A great Space Marine! You are born to be superior to those mortals. Crushing them is like killing a few ants. There is no need to be so entangled!"

After watching the panicked Carlos say this, Kayon smiled, and then answered quite seriously, "I am a mortal, just like them."

Hearing this unexpected answer, both of Carlos's long necks felt uncomfortable and wanted to be knotted. Finally, he shouted hoarsely, "What about your sister? She is suffering in the heart of the Vengeful Spirit." Ah! You can't bear to watch here? Don't you want to take revenge on Abaddon?"

"My sister..." When talking about Izala, the smile that appeared on the surface of Kayon sank again. He closed his eyes and saw the picture of his sister running on Prospero's land and soaking in the cold water. The incubator switches back and forth.

In the end, Kayon sighed deeply and said pessimistically and mockingly, "My sister shouldn't have to endure this... But she should have died long ago, but she lives in pain because of my obsession. On this day It will eventually come, I just didn’t expect it to come so soon.”

At this moment, Carlos really wanted to grab Kayon's soul and scold him. How could a wizard as powerful as you become so pessimistic and desperate? You are just a depressed young man. Could it be that there was something wrong with his brain because he was tortured by the empire's inquisitors?

Khayon's idea is actually very simple. After hearing that Abaddon abandoned their friendship, the last thread of hope in his heart was broken.

Look at Kayon's life from an ordinary person's perspective. My hometown was burned, my friends died in the war, and I became the most hated person ever; my pet disappeared during the gang war; my sister was hanging on to a machine, and more and more memories were lost; the new friends she made also failed to fulfill their obligations. With his promise, he turned around and sold the sister he had entrusted with his own hands.

Now Carlos is here, trying to sell him a trap with bad intentions, trying to squeeze the last bit of profit out of this lonely guy.

Khayon was tired of it. After experiencing the surprise, he even thought now: Maybe the death of all things is a good thing. At least all his regrets and regrets have disappeared, and good and evil, supermen and mortals no longer have any meaning.

Just when Carlos was distressed by Khayon's lack of oil and salt, Tzeentch spoke.

"Let me talk to him."

Carlos did not dare to neglect and directly opened his body to Tzeentch. But if he is not so submissive, it will not be a problem for Tzeentch. After all, the endless demons are just the extension of their will and the embodiment of their concepts.

Tzeentch spoke to Khayon through Carlos's mouth, his voice becoming more ethereal and changeable, "If I take out these chips, how will you choose?"

Khayon also felt the changes in Carlos. He taunted Tzeentch without fear, "Carlos has already shown these things once, you don't have to show them to me a second time."