There was no doubt that when Zuo Si fully unleashed the true power of the oil incarnation, the entire Nurgle Garden and the surrounding subspace began to shake violently.

A deafening roar and storm began to spread outward around the center.

The terrifying momentum and unparalleled destructive power caused the attacked Nurgle and his clones to constantly hover between death, reincarnation, and rebirth.

In the same way, Nurgle is also destroying again and again, unleashing the terrifying plague-corrupting oil incarnation.

As a symbol of disease, decay, and despair, these plagues represent the divine power he masters, and they are also a projection of the intelligent life mind, spiritual power and soul of the real universe in the subspace.

Therefore, when these plagues splattered onto the body of the mechanical death star after Zuo Si's expansion, they immediately caused large swaths of metal and adherent materials to become rusty, and even appear large-scale decay and aging, and finally turned into something like scum scattered in the surrounding environment.

And as soon as something similar begins to appear somewhere, it spreads at an extremely fast pace, just as people infected with the plague infect each other.

In this regard, Zuo Si himself did not have a good way, but to replace the corroded places on his body by frantically absorbing the matter and energy in the Nurgle Garden through the glistening oil.

As expected, the showdown with Nurgle turned out to be a war of attrition and tug-of-war.

Although he is not an ontology, he is unable to obtain the blessing of the Spark Power of the Brigade Mage.

But after more than a hundred years of continuous deepening and transformation, the incarnation of the oil has long been deeply integrated into the rules of this universe, and the oil that has been transformed and refined many times inside it will draw unlimited energy from the surrounding environment once it is released.

Especially in the subspace, a sea of souls with near-infinite psionic powers, each charge and attack can produce a power equivalent to the explosion of several stars.

If it weren't for the fact that Nurgle's Garden belonged to the realm of Nurgle, one of the four chaos evil gods, it would have been turned into pieces by the impact of terrifying energy again and again.

But even with the protection of the realm, the area where the Castle Demon Pavilion was located had already turned into a purgatory-like scene at this moment.

Except for the realm where Gianna, the god of death, was isolated from death by extreme cold on the outskirts of the battlefield, the rest of the place was basically shattered.

All matter was ejected at a speed close to light under the violent impact, and countless gases and dust gradually condensed into a huge semi-arc-shaped shell.

Due to the influence of Nurgle's reincarnation power, these destroyed areas are slowly reshaped by the effects of vast psionic powers.

However, the process of reshaping is obviously far from the speed at which the oil avatar is destroyed in the form of the mechanical Death Star.

The destructive power unleashed by the two sides during the battle was so powerful that the entire subspace began to be affected.

The most typical example is the psionic storm that is enough to tear everything apart, and together with the huge expeditionary force and the curse legion that set off from the physical universe, it completely ignites the subspace that has not been threatened by the outside world for tens of millions of years.

Slaughter!

Destruction!

Death!

The real universe, which was originally regarded as a playground for demons and evil gods, has launched an active attack on this evil and chaotic world for the first time.

And there was not the slightest sign of it before that.

At this moment, the entire subspace is enveloped in this grand war.

The fleets of many civilizations, including the Human Empire, will see more or less this scene that makes their jaws drop when they travel faster than light through subspace.

In particular, the Spirit Race, who knew the most about the subspace now, had completely fallen into panic, fear, and disbelief at this moment.

As the only leader of the Reaper Army in the entire race who can unite the various factions, Everene, who is standing in the Ark World with a solemn expression at the moment, Eyan boarded, feeling the subspace that had been completely burned, and asked the Reaper of the Spirit Race, the incarnation of Inyad, without looking back: "What happened?" Why did subspace suddenly become so irritable, and what about the expeditionary forces that suddenly appeared to be fighting demons and chaos gods? They hadn't even appeared in the physical universe before! ”

"It's war, the Lord of Humanity and his allies from the Outsiders who have launched an unprecedented assault on the evil gods of subspace.

Now, including Tzeentch, Terrorist, Slaanesh, and Nurgle, have all been dragged into a battle on a scale unprecedented since the Battle of Heaven.

Nurgle, in particular, is now under siege by two powerful forces.

He was the one who caused the roar of wrath and the psionic storm from the subspace.

Clearly, they wanted to try to kill the Chaos God, and use Nurgle's death to announce to the rest of the gods that the time when they could manipulate the real universe was over.

How bold that is!

How crazy!

It's just a pity that they chose Nurgle instead of Slaanesh.

Otherwise, we may be able to take the opportunity to retrieve the most important old woman's sword. ”

In the end, the Grim Reaper incarnation summoned from subspace sighed regretfully.

By any measure, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for the Elven Reaper Army.

After all, no matter whether or not the Lord of Humanity and his allies succeed in this counterattack, the power of the Chaos Evil God in the subspace will inevitably be greatly weakened.

As long as one of them can stand up and contain Slaanesh a little, then the Reaper Army will be able to quickly enter the opponent's realm through the network to achieve the set goal.

It's a pity that although the Reaper Army has reached an alliance with the Imperial Regent and the only original body at present, Robert Killman, it is obviously not enough to influence the emperor behind them who is about to become the fifth evil god.

They can't get the Lord of Humanity and his allies to do what they want and will.

Even before the war began, I didn't know that the other party had silently held back a big move.

"What do you think is the success rate of entering the realm of Slaanesh in the subspace now to seize the sword of the old woman?"

Evelene asked in a tone of uncertainty that was not very sure.

The Spirit Race Reaper incarnation was silent for a moment before replying, "Never more than twenty percent. Because the forces and scale of the warring sides are unimaginably large, with the slightest bit of our strength, we will be completely annihilated. And I don't think Slaanesh would have imagined that we would use this war to launch a surprise attack. ”

"So we can only watch now?"

Evelene's tone was evidently unwilling.

You must know that since the birth of the Eye of Fear, the entire spirit race has been about to be corrupted by Slaanesh, and all kinds of strange thoughts and ideas have emerged one after another, many of which are so abstract that they are incomprehensible.

Take the ark at your feet, Iyandon, for example.

Inspired by Prince Iriel's resurrection, Iyana the Visioner suddenly came up with the idea of "being extremely clever" by merging her soul into the infinite circuit through mass suicide so that he could finally defeat Slaanesh.

After Slaanesh is defeated, everyone will use the technology of the Dark Spirit Bloodlings to resurrect.

Don't be in a hurry to laugh yet, because this kind of iron pot stew of one's own cerebral thrombosis scheme is quite popular among the Reaper Army, and many people are convinced of it.

In addition, there are some spirits who feel that Innyad is not a god of death at all, but a product of personification from the souls of nowhere to go in the circuit of the eternal matrix.

Before Slaanesh was born, the souls of each spirit race were connected through a system called the Eternal Matrix.

After they die, they will enter the matrix with the memories and energy of their previous lives, waiting for reincarnation.

To put it bluntly, it will not die in the true sense of the word, but just change to a new body.

It is precisely because of this that the spirit race does not have any fear or reverence for death.

Later, a series of depravity, indulgence, abuse, torture, enslavement and other acts of great death were born on this basis.

It can be said that without the Eternal Matrix system, there would have been no birth of Slaanesh.

This is also the reason why, once joining the Reaper Army, the Spirit Clan no longer needs things like soul stones to save their souls from being taken away by Slaanesh.

Even from the moment they joined the Reaper Army, they would break ties with the original Soul Stone.

Even the Dark Elveins can use the power of death to get rid of the addiction that comes from being constantly drained of souls by Slaanesh.

But any of these speculations are mere speculations and cannot be confirmed.

In short, in terms of the whole life, the whole work, the spirit race is no worse than humans, and even surpasses it.

The Grim Reaper incarnate sighed slightly: "What can you do if you don't look at it?"

You must understand that the Lord of Mankind and his allies have waged this war without any clear goal, let alone the luxury of winning the so-called victory, and even have no intention of bringing back the massive expeditionary force alive.

They are simply weakening the power of the subspace evil gods by consuming each other.

After all, just resurrecting those demons that are constantly being killed will inevitably make the Chaos Evil God weaker and weaker.

And most importantly, if you do succeed in killing Nurgle, do you know what that means for the entire galaxy? ”

"What does that mean?"

Evelene's tone was intensely uncertain.

"It means that a true godkiller will be born in the universe!

In addition, the mysterious existence that exudes the aura of death from top to bottom will also stand in the subspace and become a new god!

Humanity plunged into 10,000 years of darkness will become the undisputed overlord of the galaxy.

For they will be protected by two gods and one godkiller.

Whether or not the Spirit Race will be able to continue its civilization at that time will depend entirely on the senses and attitude of the Human Empire towards us. ”

The Grim Reaper incarnate bluntly stated the awkward position of the Elves in this encounter.

Don't look at the fact that the Reaper Army has formed an alliance with the Empire, but the distrust between the two sides in their bones cannot be resolved in a short time.

After all, as a veteran galactic overlord, the arrogance, selfishness, and cold-bloodedness of the Spirit Clan are obvious to all.

And their so-called cooperation and alliance are not to achieve a "win-win" that is beneficial to each other, but to achieve their own goals.

When the goal is achieved, these bastards will immediately choose to backstab or simply sell their allies for a good price.

A typical friend of the dead road does not die in the poor way.

Countless humans who have tried to ally with the Elves have been betrayed.

Sometimes they will even slaughter all the inhabitants of a planet for an inexplicable prophecy, and the latter will not know why these spirits suddenly attack them until they die.

Therefore, once the common interests of the two sides to cooperate against the subspace chaos evil gods no longer exist, it is unimaginable that with the Empire's tradition of extremely rejecting the alien race, it is simply impossible to imagine what can be done.

These words instantly made Evelene sweat, and she raised her head sharply and questioned, "Robert Kiliman shouldn't be so ruthless, right?" We woke him up from a 10,000-year-long slumber. ”

"Do you think he alone can change the attitude of humanity towards us?" The Grim Reaper incarnated a rhetorical question with an expressionless face. "No, he can't, neither can you, you can't even really control this legion."

"Damn! So if you say we're going to just stay here and die? ”

Evelene was visibly getting angry.

You must know that in the traditional concept of most spirit races, human beings are just a primitive and backward civilization that has only just emerged, just like modern humans look at cannibal tribes that drink blood and hair, or primates such as monkeys and orangutans.

When you realize that these primitive intelligent races may wipe themselves out in the future, it should feel similar to the plot of humans experiencing the rise of the ape, and the first reaction will always be anger and unacceptability.

"Go talk to the outsider called Thos, who is your last and only hope."

The Grim Reaper incarnate solemnly gave a solution.

But Evelene frowned and said, "I've met him once before, but that conversation was quite unpleasant. He looked down on us at all, and even felt that we had been eliminated by the times in the thirtieth millennium of mankind, and it was not worth wasting time at all. ”

"Then go again, let go of all your arrogance and self-esteem.

Because it could be a matter of life and death for an entire race.

Of course, it doesn't matter if you want to get my power to the top in this way and then kill Slaanesh.

Anyway, I've already told you everything I need to tell you.

As for how you choose, that's your business. ”

After saying this, the Grim Reaper incarnate disappeared into darkness.

Everene stood still and stared at her compatriots in the distance who were panicked by the subspace storm and war, and then looked down at her reflection on the mirror-smooth ground, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

There is no doubt that she has clearly sensed that this is definitely a great change that can affect the history of the entire galaxy.

And the long-lost spirit race is standing at a crossroads that will determine its own fate.

……

At the same time, far away in the realm of another evil god or demigod, the Soul Forge - Vashtor, known as the "Tile Demi-Immortal", is leading his army of demons and machines to fight to the death against an expeditionary force led by the New Phyrexian Wizard.

You don't need to ask to know that this entity, which is formed by the projection of science and technology, innovation, and invention in the subspace, has been targeted by Zuo Si from the very beginning.

With the help of this grand war that burned the entire subspace, he wanted to use the oil to completely complete the other party and take it for himself.

At present, the soul forge can no longer see the black smoke and shadows that usually cover the sky and the sun, and it is impossible to hear the constant wailing of the tortured souls, and even those demons who have been working day and night in the forge and the foundry workshop and constantly changing their forms have now all taken up arms and joined the battle.

Even the black flames ignited by the souls of the cursed are now being used as weapons.

Thousands of demonic engines with no end in sight roared and roared.

Although Vashtor was not as powerful as the four gods of Sadomasochism, Tzeentch, Nurgle, and Slaanesh, he was by no means a general.

Because he is the largest arms dealer in the subspace chaos realm, forces such as the Demon Primordial and the War Marshal Abaddon often buy weapons and equipment from here in order to better wage war to please the evil gods behind them.

As an arms dealer, weapons and ammunition are the most indispensable thing in the soul forging furnace, so there are basically no demons who dare to come here on weekdays to spread wild.

What's more, this one has successfully cloned the original form, Fogham, which has given Vashtor a high prestige in the Chaos Realm, and most demons prefer to maintain a cooperative relationship with him.

The most important thing is that Vashtor has a quality that subspace evil gods and demons do not possess - integrity.

Yes, you read that right.

Despite being a Chaos Demon Demigod, his behavior pattern is very similar to that of the Devils of Bato's Hell, and he will give a series of complex and elaborate contracts when making deals, and strictly enforce them according to the terms above.

It's just that most of the chaotic demons didn't have the patience to read it, so they signed their names on it.

So the unlucky ones who were stuffed into the demon engine because of this, and the ones who were forced to become slaves and laborers, are not to blame Vashtor at all, but only to blame themselves for not being cautious.

And compared to the Chaos Evil God who likes to go back on his word, he is really a clear stream in subspace.

In addition, it has a strong scientific research and creative ability very similar to that of the New Phyrexian Blue Demon Inquisitor, Jin-Gitaxias, so it naturally entered Zuo Si's sight.

It's just that this guy is usually very low-key and rarely appears in the material universe, so it's not easy to catch him.

But now it's good.

As the "Battle of the Table" began, the entire subspace burned everywhere, and no one cared about this dark demigod who symbolized technology and invention.

And the person in charge of this expedition is none other than Els, the praetor who has been following the Lich King Gianna, and the second-in-command of the Death Guard Legion, Tepas.

Since both of them are battle-hardened, and the legions they lead are soulless oil creations, the influence of subspace psionic energy on them is very limited.

In just a few hours, the guardian force of the Soul Forge was defeated and retreated.

Many powerful weapons would not even have time for him to put them into use, and they would be controlled by the compleat of oil that fell from the sky.

Although Vashtor, the god of creation and invention, can do this to some extent, even sensing every part and mechanism of the weapon, absorbing the energy fired at him, either to repair wounds, or to bounce back directly in place, while also releasing weapons that infect corrupted enemies with waste codes.

But the problem is that all this is based on the premise that weapons and equipment are not infected with oil.

Once the oil takes the lead, then more than ninety percent of his abilities will be completely nullified.

In particular, those mechanical engines powered by binding demons will turn against each other in a matter of minutes as long as they are controlled by the sprayed oil.

This shattered the originally impregnable line of defense in a short period of time.

"Damn! Taifas! What the hell do you bastard want to do? ”

Vashtor let out an angry roar at the Compleat Death Knight, who was in charge of commanding the ground forces.

Having often sold demonic engines to these Chaos Astartes in the past, he undoubtedly knew the former Nurgle Pioneer.

It's just that later, because Taifas's soul was captured by the Lich King Gianna and became one of his most powerful lieutenants, he gradually faded out of the sight of the chaos forces in the subspace.

But who would have thought that when this guy appeared again, he would actually bring a large army to attack his soul forging furnace.

"Hahahaha! Dear Vashtor, are you not happy to see me as an old friend? I have good news for you! ”

Almost half of his body had been transformed into a machine, and Taifas picked up the hyperphasing sword created using space necromancy technology, directly splitting a giant demon engine in half from the middle, and then grinned and said hello.

His attitude suddenly made Vashtor angry, waiting for the two flashing orange eyes to ask: "You have broken into my realm for no reason and wantonly killed and destroyed, and you still have the face to say good news?" ”

But Taifas nodded thoughtlessly: "Of course!

Because the great Father of New Phyrexia has taken a fancy to your abilities and talents, and intends for us to recruit you to his command to be baptized with the Holy Oil.

Only then will you be able to free yourself from the limitations of chaos and the flaws of the nature of subspace.

Come, join us as glorious evolutionaries as we march toward the most perfect beings in the multiverse and listen to the teachings of the Sovereign Being.

Only then will you be able to come out of the darkness and embrace a better future. ”

As he said this, Teyfas's face was filled with a terrifying devotion and fanaticism, and he strode forward with a group of Death Knights who had undergone compleat transformation, destroying all the demonic engines that stood in his way.

"Father of New Phyrexia? Did you betray Nurgle and then switch to that guy who doesn't know what to do? Vashtor narrowed his eyes and cautiously probed.

Although he possesses similar powers to the shards of the star god Magladros the Void Dragon, who was defeated and sealed in the depths of Mars by the Human Emperor, and is immune to almost all technological weapons, that doesn't mean that those demonic engines are immune as well.

In fact, since the beginning of the war, not a single long-range fire has been aimed at him, but the guys with melee weapons are constantly approaching.

From this posture, it can be seen that the other party is very aware of his abilities and weaknesses.

In addition, Vashtor had heard rumors about oil and was very interested in this programmable material that could change matter at the subatomic level.

It's just that I haven't poured out the effort to do some research.

In the eyes of this subspace demigod, Zuo Si, who controls the power of the oil, is undoubtedly a potential competitor and threat.

Because he could have gained power from the cult of Mechanica's worship and belief in the "God of Machines", especially the Cult of Dark Mechanica's bottomless malicious technology and inventions.

But since the appearance of the incarnation of Oil, most of these powers that originally belonged to Vashtor have been divided.

After all, oil is such a simple and easy tool to manipulate that any oil guy can use his knowledge to create infinite possibilities as long as he has mastered the method of control, and even those creations of the dark technology era have been successfully cracked because of this.

But the "tile half-immortal" never expected that Zuo Si, who had always been regarded as a fierce enemy by himself, suddenly made a big move, and directly joined forces with the master of mankind to set off a war that ignited the subspace.

In particular, the god-killing battle that was being staged in the Nurgle Garden completely made him see clearly the huge gap between himself and the other party, and he had no idea of continuing to be an enemy with him.

Are you kidding!

Even a ruthless man who dares to kill his loving father Nurgle, how can he beat it with his own little demigod.

So when he realized that Taifas and the huge army in front of him were coming on behalf of Zuosi, Vashtor's first reaction was to flee.

But after thinking about it, the entire subspace is now full of expeditionary forces and demons exchanging opinions fiercely, where can he go?

Hiding in the physical universe?

It's not your home field, and you can't even play your full strength, so once you get caught, you can imagine the end of the game.

Just as the subspace demigod used his brain to find a solution to the current crisis, the voice of the praetor Els suddenly echoed in the sky.

"Taifas! What the hell are you doing? Hurry up and get this guy, we don't have time to waste here. ”

"Don't worry, don't you see that I'm preaching to him the purpose of the great New Phyrexia, and how noble and great the Most High Father who created it all is?"

Tayfas replied loudly at the top of his voice.

Since the identities and status of the two are similar, but they are slightly different in the division of labor, he does not need to fear each other.

"You idiot! Don't you see that Vashtol is stalling for time? He had no intention of throwing himself into the arms of the great Father of New Phyrexia. ”

There was obvious impatience in Els's tone.

As a praetor transformed from the overlord of a small space necromantic dynasty, what he hated most was this kind of procrastination and inefficiency.

What persuasion and propagation purposes are to take off their pants and fart to do more.

Grab Vashtor directly and pour a few barrels of oil on it, and the other party will naturally understand the benefits of joining New Phyrexia.

After all, that's how he came here in the first place.

Tesfas, who was reminded, immediately stared at the "Tile Half Immortal" with unkind eyes, gently waved the super phase sword glowing with green light in his hand, and said in a threatening tone: "You'd better give me a satisfactory answer immediately, otherwise don't blame me for being unkind." ”

"What if my answer is no?"

Vashtor slowly raised the hammer of the soul forge in his hand, which was constantly spewing fire, and prepared for battle.

Obviously, with his character, it is absolutely impossible to sit still, let alone willingly surrender to a certain force or someone.

Otherwise, what was the reason for choosing independence after going to great lengths to break away from the control of the four most powerful Chaos Evil Gods.

In fact, Vashtor's true goal is only one, and that is to become the fifth Chaos God of the subspace by studying the Primordial Body and the Human Emperor.

After all, the fact that the Lord of Mankind is not rare does not mean that others are not rare.

In this great game dominated by sadomasochism, Tzeentch, Nurgle, and Saneane, the only way to avoid being manipulated and fooled is to put yourself at the table.

"Unfortunately, the answer was incorrect. Looks like I need to teach you a lesson. ”

As the last word blurted out, Taifas suddenly turned into an afterimage and rushed out.

With the dual blessing of the oil engine and the power of death, he was so fast that even many advanced instruments could barely catch him, and it took him less than 0.001 seconds to rush forward, intending to unload one of the legs of this unknown creature.

However, Vashtor was clearly prepared, and immediately picked up the war hammer and smashed it hard.

Just as the tip of the warhammer spewed out a huge amount of energy and hot flames, he suddenly found that Taifas had disappeared from front of him, and the warhammer smashed directly through the afterimage and smashed into the ground with a violent shock, and the shattered metal shards and sparks scattered in all directions.

After only a moment, Taifas reappeared as a physical entity, raised his foot and slammed on the hammer that was deeply embedded in the ground, and then slashed down with all his strength.

Click!

With a crisp sound, Vashtor's right leg, which was composed of a part of demonic flesh and a large number of mechanical structures, was broken in two on the spot, and his huge body lost its center of gravity and fell to the ground.

Obviously, Taifas successfully used the super-phase sword's ability to transfer dimensions, tricking the opponent into making a move and then using the gap in the attack to counterkill.

In terms of experience in hand-to-hand combat, he is definitely much stronger than "Tile Half Immortal".

What's more, melee combat was not what Vashtor was good at in the first place, otherwise he would not have been killed by the supreme mentor of the Dark Angel Warband, Azrael, with a power sword in the Battle of the Ark of Omen.

But just as Tephas was about to take advantage of the victory, Vashtor suddenly unleashed a fierce psionic lightning bolt from his body, and at the same time swung the sharp blades embedded in the mechanical wings behind him like scythes.

The former was first electrocuted on the outside and tender on the inside, and then the entire chest, abdomen, throat, and eyes were instantly pierced by sharp blades.

"Do you think I really didn't know that the Space Necro's Hyperphase Sword had the ability to travel between dimensions? No, I did it on purpose. Because this is the only way to get rid of you at the least cost. ”

A creepy smile appeared on Vashtor's face, which had been extensively transformed and barely recognizable.

Not only that, but the cross-section of his severed leg suddenly sprouted countless fibers that looked like a mixture of flesh and machinery, reconnecting the severed part at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Just as the subspace demigod held the "corpse" of Taifas high in the air, intending to shock the enemies who had invaded his realm, the latter's pierced chest suddenly shattered without warning, followed by a large amount of glistening oil gushing from the rift.

In less than a second, the "tile half-immortal" was sprayed with dog blood, not only on the head, body, and face, but more importantly, the fibrous tissues that ran through the body that had been cut open and were reconnecting the thighs were completely stained black by the glistening oil, and invaded the body at a very fast speed along them.

Taifas, who was still pretending to be dead one second, suddenly came to life the next second, suddenly opened his arms and hugged each other, grinning and laughing fiercely: "Hahahaha!" My old friend! Now you can finally bask in the glory of the great Father of New Phyrexia. ”

"Nope! Let go! Get out of here! ”

As a subspace demigod of technology and invention, Vashtor had apparently sensed what the two oils that had invaded his body were doing, and immediately panicked and wanted to push Tuphas away.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

The power-powered mecha on Tepass's body, which didn't look special, directly disintegrated and turned into a series of powerful mechanical tentacles, which wrapped around the neck, arms, and body of the "Tile Half Immortal" in less than a few seconds, and the sharpest hook claw at the front even pierced deeply into the interior and hooked the mechanical structure inside, continuously injecting two kinds of glistening oil into it.

The demonic engines loyal to Vashtor tried to rush to their master's rescue, but were overwhelmed by the ferocious fire of the battleship overhead, and the legions on the ground soon continued to attack, completely isolating the army of the Soul Forge from the Chaos Demigods.

"Do you feel the wonderful sensation of divine oil pouring into your body and even your soul?

Can you appreciate the nobility and greatness of the Father of New Phyrexia?

Trust me, it may be a little painful at first, but soon you'll be immersed in it.

Because there is no creature in the entire multiverse that comes closer to perfection than we are.

This is a gift of generosity, and it is a recognition of you.

What you have to do is not to resist, but to accept it with gratitude! ”

Taifas, who completely exposed the true body hidden under the power mecha, put his head on the forehead of the "tile half-immortal", stared at the other party's eyes with orange firelight, and exuded frightening excitement and fanaticism from his bones.

Because he can already imagine what kind of rich reward he will receive if he can personally comple this chaotic demigod who is favored by Zuo Si.

"You're dreaming! I'm not going to be a puppet like you! Nor will we sit still! I'm going to squeeze this damn black grease out of my body! ”

Vashtor frantically activates his authority as the god of creation and invention, trying to use his divine power to drain all the oil that has invaded his body.

If it was just ordinary oil, with the technology and divine power he mastered, he might be able to do it.

But the problem is that Zuo Si has made a more localized upgrade to the oil a long time ago.

With the blessing of countless mortals' beliefs, the subspace oil is no longer the initial version, but a continuous iteration, which has formed an incomparably large projection of the sea of oil in the subspace.

It's just that Zuo Si didn't use it easily, but hid it as his hole card.

Now, with the official declaration of war on the Chaos Evil God of Subspace, it has finally been completely revealed.

No matter how desperately Vashtor tried to remove the normal oil, the latter would return to his body in the next second, and continue to compleat the half-mechanical, half-demonic body.

In less than ten minutes, most of his body was already out of his control.

What's worse is that the subspace oil has seeped into his head and eroded his brain and consciousness, eroding his essence and core as a demigod.

Soon, Vashtor's consciousness began to become confused, and countless knowledge and technology from other universes poured into his brain like a tidal wave, leaving him with no way to stay focused, and even his near-frantic struggles gradually weakened.

In the end, his whole body was like a demonic engine that had lost power, and he just kept his posture and stood in place.

A large amount of black glistening oil continued to gush out of the body, absorbing the surrounding matter and energy, and the sharp blade of the back like a sickle was gradually transformed into a more flexible and complex mechanical tentacle.

When the partial transformation of the mechanical tentacles is completed, the body of the subspace demigod will be dismantled in turn.

There is no doubt that he is being compleatized little by little.

And compared to the transformation of the appearance of ordinary oil, the spiritual infection and assimilation are the most terrifying.

To be precise, in the essence of the subspace demigods that outsiders can't see, Vashtor has been completely immersed in the impact of the vast and boundless knowledge, and no longer has the slightest will to resist, but follows the phantom formed by the will injected into the left mind in the oil to learn and absorb frantically.

When Compleatism was complete, he, like Tephas, fell at the feet of the Father of New Phyrexia, becoming his most loyal follower.

"Forgive me for my ignorance, arrogance, and rudeness, Great Father Supreme.

If it weren't for your generosity and kindness, how could I, who am as humble as an ant, have access to so many whimsical ideas and great inventions.

You are the one who connects the infinite multiverse, and you are the same that brings me to a height that is not my own, and I can look at everything from a more macro perspective.

I'm guilty!

I am simply unforgivable!

He used that vile and narrow imagination to try to spy on your incomparable wisdom. ”

In the spirit world, the "tile half-immortal" knelt on the ground and apologized to his new master with a pious face.

The projection of the will of the left mind in the oil smiled and lifted the subspace demigod up, and responded in a very gentle voice: "No need to apologize, because you deserve such treatment." Get up now and let the consciousness return to a whole new body. From now on, you are the Great Judge above all the Judge Judges in this universe. ”

"Your will is my command.

I swear I'll spread the glory of you and New Phyrexia throughout subspace.

What bullshit and dread, Nurgle, Tzeentch and Slaanesh are worthy of being compared to you!

You should be the master of the entire subspace and even the physical universe! ”

With Vashtor's impassioned shout, the spiritual world he was in completely turned into a white light and disappeared.

After about two or three seconds, the eyes of the huge mechanical demon standing on the ground of the soul forge began to glow, and then the half-crouched body slowly stood up and raised the weapon in his hand that had been transformed into a heavy warhammer......