Rumble!!!!!!

With the roar of the massive oil engine and the psionic lightning and flames released from the six jets on the back of his new body after the complete comple, Vashtor finally woke up from the silence that had lasted for days.

When he saw that the realm of the Soul Forge he ruled was already filled with glistening oil, and all the armies, demon engines, production workshops, slaves, and coolies had all been compleinted, and they were constantly making all kinds of weapons of war, a flash of excitement appeared on his expressionless face.

Even some of the unfinished Arks of Omen, built in collaboration with Chaos Warlord Abaddon, have now been upgraded and evolved with the help of Oil, turning into terrifying and terrifying Cursed Warships.

You must know that these warships were originally abandoned spaceships lost in subspace.

Due to the influence of chaotic forces for a long time, it gradually merges with the wreckage of other spaceships, the corpses of dead mortals and even demons, and a large number of negative emotions such as malice, hatred, hatred, and anger to form a kind of existence similar to that of a ghost ship.

Amazing psionic energy gathers inside the ship's hull, merging with mutated and twisted flesh and grows uncontrollably, and some even absorb demons and become part of the ship.

Some of these ships have been dragged to the dark side of the empire by Abaddon and are being reformed by the Cult of the Dark Mechanics, while others have been sent to the Soul Forge.

Now, though, they've gone from being a secret weapon against the human empire to a fuelwood that allows subspace to burn continuously.

Most importantly, all of these creatures, although most of their souls have been squeezed into energy during the compleat process, they have the consciousness and wisdom that the oil has bestowed.

Unless it is the four gods of chaos or the lesser evil gods, and the oldest demon princes, the rest of the subspace creatures cannot have any effect on their spirits, let alone the so-called mood swings, just like artificial intelligence and robots.

This meant that subspace creatures could not draw any power from the New Phyrexian creations.

Moreover, the presence of the oil also eliminates the possibility of corruption.

Whether it is a chaotic god or a demon, they can only be forced to fight a tug-of-war with them.

No tricks are there!

There is no strategy!

It is simply a matter of quantity, logistics, and who can hold out longer in this protracted war.

Want to make New Phyrexian forces kill each other through demagoguery and corruption like the thirtieth millennium?

Dream on!

There is no doubt that this war is not only a contest between the physical universe and subspace, but also a confrontation between order and chaos.

All in all, this subspace territory that once belonged to the "tile half-immortals" has completely turned into a super casting world, and is constantly providing more cannon fodder for the expeditionary force of unprecedented scale to consume.

Seeing the awakened Vashtor go straight to the huge furnace in the center of the field, he suddenly picked up the giant war hammer and injected the divine power he was in charge into the furnace, and roared in a deafening voice: "For the supreme master! For the great New Phyrexia! Let's join this great expedition too! ”

As the last word came out, flames and crimson liquid metal burst out of the furnace, and the production speed and efficiency of all fully automatic assembly lines were instantly increased tenfold on the existing basis.

And this is the authority held by the "Creator", and it is also the decisive weight that determines the final direction of this war.

He himself stepped aboard one of the massive warships and led his legions to the Nurgle Gardens, where the battle was raging.

Obviously, Compleat Vashtor and the Soul Forge are equivalent to building a huge logistics base with full production capacity in subspace.

What's more, what is consumed in production is the psionic energy in the subspace.

The larger and longer the war is fought, the more devastation and weakening it will be to subspace as a whole.

After all, anyone who knows a little about military affairs and strategy knows how great the benefits of opening a sub-base in the enemy's large rear can be.

……

At the same time, far away in the Castle Demon Pavilion in Nurgle Garden, the god-killing war that lasted for several days is finally about to usher in a turning point.

Although Nurgle could not be killed by normal means due to his authority over life, reincarnation, and rebirth, Zuoth still used the power of the two oils to completely drain all the energy and matter out of the surrounding area.

It even formed a void where there was nothing in the true sense of the word.

Nurgle's mountain-like rancid body was no longer reborn no matter how many times it was destroyed, and even the effects of those terrifying plagues began to wane.

In contrast, Gianna, the god of death, has transformed all the souls of the dead that she devoured into psionic energy with cold and death properties, and poured all of them into the sorrow of frost.

At this moment, the magic sword, nicknamed the "filial sword", seemed to have completely turned into a deep black like ink, and the surface exuded an ultra-low temperature infinitely close to absolute zero.

From that motionless posture and movements, it is not difficult to see that she is ready to complete the final blow and is waiting for the final signal.

Nurgle undoubtedly noticed this, and suddenly a large yellow-green and intensely corrosive mucus erupted from the decaying abdominal cavity, causing more than one-fifth of the volume of the Death Star's shimmering oil to completely decay and dissolve.

And that's with the blessing of spells and physical protection.

It can only be said that the four chaotic evil gods of subspace are by no means in vain.

But soon, Zuo Si was restored to his original state by absorbing the matter and energy contained in the sea of oil.

I don't know how many times a similar scene has been repeated since the beginning of the war.

He himself has no reaction to this.

"Die! I'm going to use your corpse to make a new cauldron that boils the plague! ”

Taking advantage of Zuosi's efforts to repair himself, Nurgle roared and rushed towards Gianna, the god of death, intending to deal with the god of death who posed the greatest threat to him first.

After all, although Zuo Si is also very annoying, he can't really kill him.

But Gianna really made him smell death.

At this moment, a dazzling golden light suddenly fell from the sky.

Robert Killiman, who had been watching the battle from afar, finally joined with the power of the Lord of Humanity.

He swung the sword burning with psionic flames and slashed at Nurgle, instantly causing a hideous and terrifying wound on it.

"Ahhhhh!!!!!!h

Piercing screams immediately echoed over the entire Nurgle Garden.

I saw that this subspace evil god covered the wound with his fat palm and retreated again and again, and one of the intact eyes revealed a strong jealousy.

You don't have to ask to know that the power of the Lord of Humanity makes him fearful.

After all, the Emperor was already the most powerful psionic in the entire galaxy before he sat on the Golden Throne, and even his own body could not fully unleash its full potential, let alone accept the belief and worship of all mankind as a god for thousands of years.

In particular, the flames attached to the sword can even completely kill demons and even the strongest primordial body like Horus, who is only one step away from becoming the fifth evil god.

No one knows if this flame is the result of the human race's anger and hatred for the creatures of the subspace, or if it represents the human emperor's strong desire to destroy the Chaos Gods.

But one thing is certain, and that is that it threatens the sadomasochism, Tzeentch, Nurgle, and Slaanesh.

Because according to the theory that every demon is born from the fragment of the Chaos God that belongs to it, if a certain weapon can completely kill the demon, it will naturally be able to inflict damage on the nature of the evil god behind it.

Seeing that Robert Killiman had successfully blocked Nurgle's attack on Gianna, the god of death, Zuo Si quickly dismantled the massive Death Star structure and turned back into a human form, teasing in a half-joking tone, "Are you finally rested?" ”

"No, no, I'm in terrible shape right now, and I can't last much longer.

If you have any hole cards, show them now.

Because if we can't get rid of Nurgle in a short period of time, we may have to face two, three, or even four subspace evil gods next.

Sadomasochism, Tzeentch, and Slaanesh should be aware that our intentions are on their way. ”

The original gives bad news in a slightly nervous and serious tone.

Don't look at these four guys who fight and kill each other on weekdays, but in fact, they are all people who sit at the same table and play games, and they will never sit back and watch Nurgle be killed like this.

Of course, Zuo Si also knew this, and quickly used himself as a medium to continuously inject a huge amount of spiritual energy into the magic sword in his hand, and responded meaningfully: "Don't worry, Nurgle won't survive the other three guys to arrive." Because he's about to taste death......"

"Oh? What are you going to do? ”

Robert Killiman asked curiously.

In the past few days, he had seen with his own eyes how Nurgle had been reborn after being destroyed again and again, so he instinctively felt that this terrible Chaos God could not be completely killed.

"It's simple.

Passing beyond the subspace projection to form entities, directly destroying the origin and essence of its existence in subspace.

All Chaos Gods are born out of chaos, so Order is their greatest nemesis.

Nurgle is the god of life, so death can also exert great restraint on him.

Also, take a good feel for the changes in the environment.

You don't think I've been doing useless work these days, do you? ”

With that, Zuo Si gave Gianna a look at the god of death.

Just a second later, the large, rotating eyes on the hilt of the magic sword suddenly burst out with a huge amount of spiritual energy carrying the power of order, followed by the bone and flesh parts that began to swell wildly, covering the glistening oil avatar from head to toe at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a while, Zuo Si became a half-machine, half-devil.

As for the magic sword, it completely turned into his right arm.

You don't need to ask to know that this state at this moment really exerts all the power of the magic sword, and it is also the upper limit of the power that the incarnation of the oil can achieve at the moment.

Gianna, the god of death, undoubtedly sensed what her master meant, and immediately asked in a cold tone without a trace of emotion, "Can you start?" ”

Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes, you can start." Let us use the death of Nurgle as a sacrifice for your ascension. ”

"That's exactly what I was looking forward to!"

Gianna also unleashed the power that Frost Sorrow had been building up for a long time, completely relinquishing her identity as an undead and beginning to transform in a transcendent direction.

Even the original human female form could not be maintained, and she completely transformed into a black vortex, constantly drawing power from the sea of psionic energy in the subspace.

Anyone who is not a fool can perceive the beginning of the grand ascension ceremony.

And this time, instead of becoming the fifth Chaos God in order like the Lord of Humanity, he replaced him by killing Nurgle, who represented his opposite.

This more intense form of ascension instantly caused a violent concussion throughout Nurgle's Garden.

In particular, the demons of Nurgle, who were still fighting against the Scourge and were constantly dying and reborn, seemed to realize what was coming, and stopped fighting and looked up at the direction of the castle in the distance.

The Demon Primordial Motarian widened his eyes and shouted in disbelief in disbelief, "How can this be! The Great Father...... Have you been forced into such a predicament? It's fake! It must be fake! ”

At this moment, he, like all traitors, simply can't accept that his new master who has abandoned everything in the past is not as powerful and invincible as he originally imagined.

To make matters worse, in order to regain more strength to fend off the next deadly attack, Nurgle began to absorb the fragments that had split out of his consciousness.

And the most direct consequence of this act is that hundreds of millions of demons began to disappear into thin air, turning into filthy souls containing huge spiritual energy and returning to the huge abdominal cavity of the loving father, turning into wriggling maggots.

With each additional strip, Nurgle's body swells a little.

When his already huge and fat abdomen was filled, he had completely turned into a plague giant that stood up to the sky.

"Are you going to be desperate? In that case, then you're welcome. ”

Zuo Si took the lead in turning into an afterimage, wielding the magic sword that had been completely released, aiming at Nurgle's abdominal cavity filled with maggots.

He was clearly aware that all the recovered demon maggots would become part of its vast life force to counter the final blow from Gianna, the god of death.

If it can't be destroyed, then the other party may survive until the support and help of the other three Chaos Gods.

That kind of result is obviously not what the Left thinkers want.

So he didn't hesitate at all, and plunged directly into the high bulging abdomen.

With the powerful power of order bestowed by the magic sword, he easily managed to tear a hole in Nurgle's belly, and then turned himself into a terrifying meat grinder, smashing all the stenching demonic maggots inside, while releasing the glittering oil to absorb the distorted life force that flowed out of the shattering.

"No!!! Damn outsiders! How dare you commit such a blasphemous act! ”

Nurgle screamed in pain as he opened his mouth full of fangs, maggots, and rotten flesh.

I saw him violently swing his big hand and plunge into his abdomen, which was dripping with blood, internal organs, poisonous gas, and plague, and grabbed the oil incarnation inside, and tried to pull it out.

But alas, it was already too late.

The destructive power unleashed by Zuo Si still crushed more than half of the demon maggots, and the rest seemed to be free from Nurgle's control, and a stream of brains poured out of the wound and fell to the ground and fled in all directions.

Seeing this, Robert Kiriman unceremoniously unleashed the spiritual energy flame of the Lord of Mankind, directly burning a large area inside the abdominal cavity to blackening and carbonizing.

Under the intense pain caused by the joint attack of both sides, Nurgle, who was known for his good temper, fell into a complete madness, raised his huge right foot and stomped on it, vowing to crush all these enemies who dared to offend him.

But he obviously forgot that whether it was Zuo Si or Kiliman, who had been blessed by the emperor's power, the speed was far above his own.

Moreover, the spiritual power of the Lord of Mankind has already reached a level that is comparable to the four gods of chaos.

The two just exchanged a glance and instantly understood what the other meant.

Zuo Si's shimmering oil incarnation instantly swelled into a large, spiked metal ball.

Nurgle didn't react and stepped on it.

Burst!

The huge spikes directly pierced the huge fat soles of the feet, and the blood containing plague and decay suddenly gushed out.

You must know that the spike standing at the top is nothing else, it is the blade of the magic sword that contains the power of order, so this blow caused terrible real damage on the spot.

Nurgle himself screamed even more, his back turned to the sky, like a collapsed mountain, falling heavily on a shell of dust that had long since become a cloud of hypocrisy.

As soon as he fell on his front foot, Robert Killiman leaped to his feet, holding the Emperor's sword high and plunging it into the other intact eye.

Nurgle's huge and clumsy body didn't have time to react, and he went from being a one-eyed dragon to being completely blind.

On top of that, this one seriously hurt the essence of his power as a subspace evil god.

The moment the sword was drawn, the damaged and blind eyeball fell from its socket and turned into a gem that radiated an emerald green light.

Actually dropped your equipment?!

Zuo Si was slightly stunned.

But soon he lost the heart to pay attention to the gem that was formed by the transformation of his eyes, and may contain the power and authority of Nurgle.

Because three clusters of light emitting different colors suddenly appeared in the sky overhead.

One of them is a blood-red color that symbolizes anger and killing;

The second is blue, which represents wisdom, stratagem, cunning, deceit, and change;

The third is purple, which symbolizes the pleasure of seduction, pleasure and intense stimulation.

Anyone with a modicum of subspace knowledge knows that this is a sign of the imminent arrival of the other three Chaos Gods.

"It's now!"

Without hesitation, Zuo Si gave Gianna the final order.

The latter, who turned into a dark death vortex, did not hesitate for a moment, and plunged Frost Sorrow directly into Nurgle's heart.

Because in many traditional primitive religions, the heart symbolizes life.

So this is the most important and only fatal part of Nurgle's body.

"Nope! No! No! I am the Great God of Life and Reincarnation! How could I die! ”

As the power of cold and death began to be infused, the powerful evil god finally developed a mood of fear and despair for the first time, and began to roll violently to push Gianna away from him.

"Stop struggling. Because that's what you're going to do. Death is the end and end of all life! There is no difference between man and God. ”

Gianna made the final declaration with the cold and unforgiving attitude of the Grim Reaper, and the power of death poured into Nurgle's heart like a flood, completely wiping out the last shred of his life.

When the three light clusters in the sky gradually began to condense into entities, Nurgle, who was feared and hated by countless people, was finally wiped out from the roots of the subspace.

Although by showing the emotions and beliefs of mortals in the universe, there is a high probability that he will be reborn in the future.

But the reborn Nurgle may be much weaker than the previous one, and there is a big question mark over whether the personality and memories can be preserved.

"Whew—

Finally......

We've finally managed to kill one of the Chaos Gods!

This is a historic moment!

The miracles we have created will be the eternal glory that shines on the entire galaxy! ”

Robert Killiman let out a long breath, and at the same time an expression of great excitement and excitement appeared on his face.

This is a great event for both the mortals of the real universe and the human empire that has suffered from subspace.

Just as God cannot shed blood.

When the Chaos Gods are no longer invincible, but are proven to be injured and killed by greater restraint, the fear and fear of them will be much weaker.

In the same way, the number of people who believe in and worship them will also fall off a cliff.

"You think that's the end of it?"

Zuo Si glanced at the original body with the eyes of an idiot, then raised his head to look at the sadomasochism, Tzeentch, and Slaanesh appearing in the sky, as well as Gianna, who was frantically devouring Nurgle's corpse and transforming it into a death form, and whispered slightly upturned at the corners of his mouth: "The real show has just begun." ”

The voice has not fallen!

Nurgle's mountain-like corpse completely lost all life, including the maggots, bacteria, viruses, and various creatures and microorganisms that coexisted in his body, and all of them were completely dead, leaving only an undead puppet driven by the power of death.

At the same time, Gianna, who was lying on Nurgle's body, finally ushered in her moment of transformation.

I saw a pillar of black-gray light rising into the sky, directly filling the void left by Nurgle's death.

What was once a "vibrant" garden of Nurgle was completely transformed into a field of cold death in just a few minutes.

The warring Scourge and the Nurgle Legion were quickly transformed into servants of the god of life and death under the influence of this terrifying psionic storm that swept in.

When the black vortex gradually coalesced into a female figure wearing black armor and cloak, and holding a giant black scythe, the whole ascension ceremony finally ended.

At this moment, the Nurgle Garden no longer has the slightest chaos and disorder in the subspace, but is full of overwhelming order, and everything forms established rules under the control of the new god of life and death.

What's even more terrifying is that the power of this order is still spilling out at a slow speed, causing a huge and incomparable impact on the entire subspace.

The mere confrontation with the chaotic nature of the other three Chaos Gods descending overhead had already resulted in a deafening roar and violent psionic explosions.

Anyone can feel that Gianna, the new god of death, is completely opposite to Sadomasochism, Tzeentch, and Slaanesh in nature, and there is no possibility of easing it in the slightest.

"Tsk, we seem to be a step late, aren't we?"

With her androgynous sexy body and seductive voice, Slaane was the first to break the silence.

As the youngest of the four Chaos Gods, he/she clearly doesn't like Nurgle, who is ugly, dirty, or unpleasant, so he doesn't care about the latter's death.

The Sadist stared at the resurrected body of the undead, and said with a look of disdain: "This is the inevitable end of the weak. Nurgle always emphasized the need for love and harmony among believers, and it is not surprising to me that he ended up where he is today. Bah! He's really disgraced the faces of our four chaos gods! ”

"Hehe, the changes, the intrigues, the tricks and the surprises that completely exceeded the expectations, it was a wonderful show.

I love this outsider, and the new god with him.

If you count the Human Emperor, the number of players sitting at the table now has reached a staggering six.

I can't even imagine how thrilling the next game will be. ”

Tzeentch put on an intoxicated look of admiration.

If there was one of the three Chaos Gods who wanted to see this outcome the most, it would have to be him.

Because the drastic changes and the earth-shattering deceptions, intrigues, and tricks that may be involved will make this-stirring stick who likes to do things around be happy.

It can't be helped, who let this be the common problem of abstract concepts.

They simply can't suppress their nature, and even if they know that something can be devastating to them, they still can't help but want to see what happens instead of stopping the destruction in advance.

In addition to these few people in front of him, the laughing god of the Spirit Race, Hi Gaoqi, is also a very typical example.

At this moment, in this realm that has been transformed into death, the sadomasochism, Tzeentch, and Sanesh, who represent chaos, stand together, while Gianna, a symbol of order, and Robert Killman, who uses the power of the emperor, stand together, as if to foreshadow the possible future situation of the subspace.

"Do you want to go to war?"

Gianna, who had successfully promoted to the god of death, asked in a tone of uncertainty that was not very sure.

Zuo Si replied with a smile: "There is fear and Tzeentch, I think this battle may not be avoidable." Be careful not to push too hard, though, as this is just a test and you don't need to expose all your hole cards. ”

"Got it."

Gianna suddenly raised her hand and began to summon the death force of the entire realm to strengthen herself, then took a big step and hooked her finger at Tzeentki.

The latter immediately responded.

In an instant, the two of them had crossed the distance in space and mingled.

"So my opponent is Slaanesh?"

Robert Kiliman's whole body shone with a dazzling golden light, and he asked with a wry smile.

He is still self-aware, knowing that he will definitely not be able to fight the fear of going crazy when he sees blood, but wants to pick a "soft" persimmon.

Of course, the reason why this soft has to be put in double quotation marks is because even the Chaos Evil God, which is currently recognized as the weakest and youngest, is definitely not something that a mere primordial body can touch.

Even with the blessing of the main force of the human race, all the Imperial Regency can do is delay a little.

Slaanesh was undoubtedly aware of this, and immediately stretched out a long, sharp tongue like an alien and licked his lips, smiling and teasing, "Come on, cute little handsome guy, I can't wait to teach you how to develop your potential to get more happiness."

You know, your brother Fogham has learned a lot under my tutelage.

Although you may have had a little bit of a holiday before.

But trust me, there's nothing that can't be solved by a feast of naked pleasure.

If there is, then another one.

Above all, I'm very much looking forward to seeing the passion that can arise between your brothers, and it's exciting just thinking about it.

After all, in the beginning, I was going to put together two handsome guys, Vogrim and St. Helles, who had made countless people crazy.

It's a pity that St. Gerreus was too stubborn and died in battle.

You know, I was sad for a long time when he died.

But now it's time to use you as a replacement. ”

With that, Slaanese began to look Robert Killiman up and down with an unabashedly perverted gaze.

Especially the latter's straight buttocks and strong pectoralis muscles, as well as the tough and handsome face like an ancient Greek marble sculpture.

In just a few seconds or so, the part of him/her that was supposed to be feminine suddenly erected a small tent without warning.

I have to say that this scene caused a huge mental impact on Robert Killiman, the straight man of steel, and the whole person suddenly became extremely angry.

As a well-informed and super-brained primordial, he realized almost instantly that Slaanesh was clearly trying to get into his own hands, and that he was going to take with him Fogrim, who had beaten him to sleep for 10,000 years.

The terrifying image of being sandwiched from front to back was disgusting just thinking about it, so much so that the imperial regent couldn't help but shiver on the spot, and subconsciously covered his ass with his other hand.

It seems that the next moment Slaanesh or Vogram will suddenly appear behind him and launch a "sneak attack".

Just as Robert Killiman was hesitating to switch opponents with Zuosi, more powerful psionic energy from the Lord of Humanity began to infuse into his body.

Obviously, this is the emperor telling him not to coward, go up and kill Slaevil, and Daddy will support you.

As a result, the original body instantly gained confidence and courage again, wielding the Emperor's sword to launch a fierce attack like a storm.

With the other four all confirming their opponents and officially starting the fight, only Zuo Si and the most capable frontal combatant are left.

"From the moment you came to this universe, I noticed your presence."

The Sadist opened his mouth and said slowly in a tone full of blood, killing, and rage.

"So what?"

Zuo Si gently stroked the blade of the magic sword that had turned into an arm, and his eyes revealed undisguised hostility.

He won't forget that the first subspace creature he encountered when he came to the Warhammer universe was the opponent's great demon, the Skullsnatcher, and he also fought in the air.

"I hope you do well in the next fight."

As the last word blurted out, the sadism suddenly turned into a red streamer and disappeared.

Less than a millisecond later......

Rumble!!!!!

The sharp, blood-stained, jagged-looking axe in his hand collided directly with the magic sword that had turned into an arm.

With the blessing of powerful divine power, this blow can definitely easily split a planet if it is in the real universe.

But the good news is that this place belongs to the realm of Gianna, the new god of life and death, and it is also the first place of order born in the chaotic subspace.

This also means that the power of the apocalyptic is inevitably limited because it is an away game, while the power of Zuo Si has been greatly strengthened by the home advantage.

In addition, the oil avatar itself is a super material similar to a neutron star, and its mass has already surpassed most stars by swallowing it, so he stood in place without even moving a step.

"That's it?"

Zuo Si raised his head and sneered in a slightly contemptuous tone.

If there was anyone among the Chaos Evil Gods that he was least afraid of, it would be the Blood God in front of him.

Because this guy is not only irritable, irritable, impulsive, and bloodthirsty, he is completely like a beast that follows primitive instincts and desires, and all his attacks are basically simple and rough slashing, slashing, killing, killing.

The oil avatar with strong protection characteristics and infinite recovery ability is the least afraid to encounter such an opponent.

"Hahahaha! Good! Very good! Very good! Looks like you can withstand my strength. In that case, let's enjoy this fight! ”

The Sadist let out a burst of laughter with a roar, then fell into a bloodthirsty madness, lost his mind, and launched wave after wave of onslaughts with his primal instincts, completely ignoring the defense, and his body was soon filled with wounds of blood gushing out of blood.

But the funny thing is that the more he is injured and the more blood he sheds, the faster his strength and reflexes will be.

In stark contrast to this wildness is the graceful sword dance that Zuo Sina displays through observation and a great deal of precise calculations.

Although it seems that he has been defending most of the time, once he finds an opening, he can leave a wound on the opponent.

In the end, the two sides even faced each other completely at the speed of light, or simply faster than it.

All the matter around it shattered into elementary particles like protons and electrons, and even smaller microscopic particles, in the face of this terrifying destructive force.

The psionic energy also formed a tornado-like storm between the two.

The terrifying sound was like destroying the entire subspace along with the galaxy in the real universe.

Combined with the battle between Gianna and Tzeentch, the new god of death in the distance, and the continuous suppression of Slaanesh by the Lord of Humanity and his primordial heirs, anyone with a little common sense will realize that in the future, the subspace may no longer be dominated by the chaotic forces as before, but will gradually split into the two largest factions.

And this will determine the pattern of the Milky Way for the next tens of thousands of years and beyond.

As the saying goes, when the belligerents remain evenly matched, the addition of any insignificant chip will cause the balance to tip to one side.

This time, it was none other than someone else who broke the current balance, it was the Vashtor "Wa Banxian" who had just been compleated by the oil compleator and rushed over non-stop.

"Vashtor! How did you end up here? ”

Tzeentch was the first to react, quickly forcing the Grim Reaper back, Gianna asked loudly.

"Me?"

The vent behind Vashtor suddenly burst into blinding lightning and flames, and he grinned and replied, "Of course, I have come to express my infinite admiration and worship to the great Father of New Phyrexia.

By the way, help him solve you stupid, ignorant, low-level idiots.

After all, aside from that boring game, have you done anything meaningful since you were born?

Because of your presence, the universe in which we live is in a state of utter deplorability.

It's a terrible feeling.

For the sake of a better future, in order to realize the ideals of the Most High Father, please trouble you all to die. ”

As the last word came out, not only Tzeentch was stunned, but even Slaanesh, who was enjoying the pleasure of teasing Robert Killiman, and the sadistic man who had fallen into bloodlust and war frenzy, came back to his senses, and stopped fighting and stared directly at the Chaos Demigod.

They couldn't believe that the "tile half-immortal" who was usually submissive would actually talk to them in such an arrogant tone.

You must know that although Vashtor is revered as a "demigod", he is actually at best half a pound and eight taels like the oldest demon prince born in the first place, Birac.

Although in the eyes of many people, these two are already the strongest existence among the chaotic forces standing under the four gods.

But in the eyes of Sadomasochism, Tzeentch, and Slaanesh, they are just pawns.

It's just that these two chess pieces lie dormant on the chessboard, silently waiting for an opportunity, eager to become chess players one day.

But Vashtor didn't care about the reaction of the three Chaos Evil Gods, but flew straight in front of Zuo Si and knelt on one knee in an extremely reverent gesture: "Great Supreme Father, creator and ruler of New Phyrexia, please forgive me for being late. ”

"No, you're not late, you're just in time."

Zuo Si undoubtedly felt the glistening oil in the other party's body, as well as the physical and spiritual essence that had been completely assimilated, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Because he knew very well that the "Tile Half-Immortal" could definitely be regarded as one of his biggest gains in the Warhammer universe, and even one of them could be omitted.

"Allow me to congratulate you on your unprecedented feat of killing Nurgle. It's a pity that I didn't get to see it with my own eyes. ”

Vashtor apparently noticed the corpse of Nurgle who had been resurrected in the form of an undead not far away, and his two eyes that were constantly spewing orange fire became unusually bright.

After all, as the god of creation and invention, how could he not be interested in studying the body of his loving father Nurgle.

If he could, he would also like to see a series of modifications and enhancements to the resurrected undead puppet.

Zuo Si glanced at the three Chaos Evil Gods present with interest, and threatened in a threatening tone: "It doesn't matter, this is just the beginning, not the end. If some guys don't get out of here, there will soon be a second, a third, a fourth. ”

You don't need to ask to know that this sentence is for the sadomasochistic, Tzeentch, and Slaanesh.

Although he didn't have such a plan, and he didn't plan to take a huge risk to enter the realm of the Chaos Evil God again, it would be nice if he could take this opportunity to plant the seeds of fear, suspicion, and doubt in the other party's heart.