Warhammer: Rise of the Star Gods

The army was torn apart. The demon army that was boundless not long ago could now be counted with the naked eye, as if the demon army from other timelines had never existed.

There were only a thousand or so people, all of them were injured.

As the bastion of the Eight Winds of Magic and a base capable of lending money at high interest rates in the Sea of ​​Souls, the Bank of Heaven and Earth is not gentle in its methods.

That's right. After being forcibly broken from the fusion state by Zhang Lingyou, the ownerless bank tried desperately to survive.

Zhang Lingyou's power was still flowing in its body. It had consumed too much of its power, but lacked the vitality to restore the eroded vitality and expel the spreading death energy.

If the demon army wants to become the new Eight Winds of Magic, then let them come. They are exactly the sacrifices needed.

“Was the appeasement successful?”

Sigma paused in front of the open doorway, hesitating.

The Tiandi Bank was incredibly large at this time, and he couldn't get a full picture of it with his own will, let alone say what the current situation was.

“It’s urging us…urging us to get in.”

This was the first time Tzeentch encountered a will that was so obvious, without any cover or symbol, so direct that it was almost an order. He was a little confused, not knowing whether it was a blessing or a curse. The original intention was conveyed without any processing.

"Let's go. At this point, can we still go back?"

Aenarion strode in calmly.

The rest of the people came to their senses and realized that, yes, he was right.

The army is gone, and the remaining people are not qualified to be involved in the conspiracy, so the other party does not need to deceive themselves.

Besides, where can we go back?

This journey was a desperate move when the demon army from other timelines arrived.

The Zhendan Legion that was fooled by Sigmar is probably on the way. Either you go in and succeed or die, or you will be killed by the Zhendan Legion. If you stick your head out, you will be in danger. If you hide your head, you will be in danger. What else is there to think about?

Inside the bank, what meets the eye are endless gorgeous gems. The transparent crystals gather tides of psychic energy, which are reflected on every facet of the gems.

Sigma has never been here, but he has seen it clearly. When the bank was at its peak, countless demons wanted to profit from it. How could the conventional service hall structure be enough?

"Just take a look, don't use your will to probe. The situation inside is unknown. It would be fun to suck your soul in."

Nurgle was indeed giving a kind reminder, and Tzeentch breathed a sigh of relief. This guy was quite powerful and of high status, and it was such a waste for him to die at the entrance.

"What next? How do we get there?"

As far as the eye can see, there is only endless jewel desert, and it seems there is no other way.

You can't just say that the bank is still open and invite them to come in to do business.

As time passed, the quiet crowd became restless.

The troops were in disarray, which made Khorne angry. They wanted to fight without order?

"No, there is no need to interfere with their fate."

Tzeentch reached out to stop Khorne who was holding a battle axe and wanted to enforce military discipline.

There were only a dozen or so Eldar here, and Sigma's team had no reason to restrain the demons.

The unrestrained demons scattered in all directions, their figures blurred as they moved forward, and when they walked further away, they could not even be seen anymore.

The three parties looked at each other and knew what to do.

As they moved forward, they gradually lost consciousness of the concept of time and space, and those who were afraid to take off had to rely on running.

Running is also hard work. There is no gravity in space, and the direction and magnitude of gravity are random. It is normal to get into trouble if you react slowly.

Their energy was constantly being consumed, and suddenly their feet felt light, and everyone lost control of their bodies as the world spun around them.

"Who's that on my head? Don't you want to take a shower, buddy? Can you get up? You smell bad!"

Aenarion's voice was buzzing, and when he regained consciousness he felt as if he had been slapped hard in the face.

It’s not that he was really beaten, nor was he pinned under something. He was just a little unlucky, being trapped under Nurgle’s skin, like being covered with a thick meat blanket.

The Eldar's keen sense of psychic energy becomes a disadvantage at this time, and their pursuit of flexibility and insufficient defense of armor play out their greatest flaws.

The really unlucky one was Sigmar, who was pressed under Nurgle and used as a cushion for everyone.

After a long while, the three little ones who had regained control stood up one after another. Sigma was finally able to speak, but he had shut up. He was covered in sticky green soup, his face was turning blue and red, and his eyes were full of shock and confusion.

"Sorry, are you okay?"

Gently questioning the victim, Nurgle patted Sigmar on the back, and Sigmar was frightened so much that he came back to life instantly.

“Eight roads… Each path is clearly written. What should we do?”

Tzeentch recovered quickly and had already circled around and brought back the intelligence.

The other demons who came here no longer cared about Khorne's shouts and ran wildly on the road for their lives.

Team Sigma was neither anxious nor impatient, as they knew very well the significance of this road.

If nothing unexpected happens, it should be an imitation of Zhang Lingyou's work.

Zhang Lingyou was the earliest god to open source. He published his research methods and programs to the public for use by all living beings. He even took care of some idiots and those who could not understand the instructions and added annotations.

Although it has been open source for a long time, no one can catch up with his level.

It's not that the skills are too advanced, but that those guys who got the knowledge really just copied it without any understanding at all.

The huge differences between the two sides are enough to make those who try to copy explode themselves.

Not finding the path that suits you and just copying and pasting without thinking is a way to seek death.

"You're not leaving? You'll regret it if you miss this opportunity."

Seeing that the three little ones didn't move, Sigma couldn't help but remind them that the gap between their strength and his was not too big. The big guy really wanted to know what the consequences would be if he went through this at his level.

It was rare for Tzeentch not to feel that the other party was trying to trick him. After all, the other party was a human being, unlike himself and his group who were a psychic tide. What was of great use to him might not necessarily be useful to Sigmar.

On the contrary, Sigma might have taken a fancy to many things around him, but he didn't want to conflict with his group.

"Let them run for a while. Don't be in a hurry. Even if they start later, we can still get there first."

The eager Khorne calmed down and finally reacted. No matter whether it was the Old Saints, the Star Gods, or the Wind of Magic, which one was an easy opponent?

Look at this journey, there is no conspiracy or test, the end result is clearly laid out, using straightforward benefits to tempt and destroy reason.

In fact, Jianqi was nervous. He could clearly sense that the road was a good one, there was nothing dirty about it, and the things at the end were real.

While they were thinking, the three fastest demons ran to the end of their respective paths.

Hell's storms, rottenness and decadence, heartless killing, once again have someone in charge.

Everyone continued to watch, and the sense of absurdity and unreality in their hearts became stronger and stronger.

Amidst loud laughter, the three demons tried to merge themselves with the power of the demonic wind.

The momentum of the Sea of ​​Souls suddenly changed. For some reason, the barriers of the Bank of Heaven and Earth shattered and peeled off, exposing its core in the Sea of ​​Souls.

In the highest sky, thunderclouds were densely packed, bearing clear murderous intent.

Three streams of light appeared, and Team Sigma looked back suddenly, eyes full of surprise.

"Fuck, why didn't you tell me earlier that the guy wasn't dead? This is bad luck..."