For the Chaos Demons, it seems that to enter the material realm, all they need is a subspace rift.

But is that really the case?

If this is really the case, as early as when the first crack in the material world opened, countless Great Demons, Divine Choices, Princes, and Champions will directly descend on this world and harvest a wave of delicious human souls. Even if the rules don't allow it, some of these Chaos Demons have ways to exploit game loopholes.

Who makes the game host the master of the subspace?

No matter how much Li Lin dotes on human beings.

will also find ways to spur or lure chaos to better help human civilization progress, progress means elimination, and those who die unimportant will naturally be eliminated in the big waves.

Guess who was behind Darwinian socialism.

Demons want to enter the material realm, just like logging in to a holographic virtual game, this virtual game only gives them a blank slate at the beginning, and theoretically can slowly unlock and become the strongest state. There are many ways to become stronger, relying on one's own knowledge, or by plundering the achievements of peers, and the most convenient one is, of course, inherited.

For example, Accardo, the Lord of the Blood River in the British Isles.

At the time of the Chaos Invasion of World War II.

He took on a good role as a primer, and the blood on his body became a high-quality carrier for the Sadistic Demon Army to enter the material world, and through that wonderful blood echo crystal, the Sadistic Demon could unlock many restrictions under the rules, and these blood directly weakened or even avoided the rules.

If there is no such thing.

Then the demons will be much more painful.

After all, the material world doesn't give you a chance to explode your liver, and as soon as you come over, you will be strictly guarded and sent back to subspace. And the demons who have been banished once will often be thrown into their own accumulation in this game and start all over again, which is equivalent to clearing the game characters to zero.

The demons of the Nurgle faction were no exception.

Whether it's the Rain Father or the Rotten Cultivator, you must abide by the rules of this game.

In addition to some reasons for their own reasons, these two big demons came mainly for the sacrifice, this sacrifice is Wolverine, strictly speaking, it is the information carried by Wolverine, Logan's intuition is not wrong, he can travel through time is largely the result of an evil god allowed under the end of the world.

He changes the future.

And the price paid is that the demon army of the Nurgle faction in this world line will save countless troubles, and no longer need to waste time cultivating despair and plague, and can easily and effectively descend to the material realm without worrying about starting from the blank slate.

Fear is blood, Nurgle is the plague, Tzeentch is earlier, wisdom, and Slaanesh is farthest away, enjoyment.

These are the best offerings to the four gods.

So......

Charles has understood.

When he wanted to close the rift in subspace, and when he appeared here, this conspiracy sacrifice that transcended time and space had already achieved its purpose. What a suffocating arrangement, where the evil gods entrenched in time and space exploited the dregs of a world's destruction to fuel the game!

Only when one's own life is placed in such an arrangement can one tremble deeply and know the power of the Chaos Gods.

The Father of Rain, as it says, did not stop humanity from closing the subspace rift.

The vague shadow of the majestic shore like a lofty mountain stood in the storm, and the filthy torrential rain did not stop at all, it just looked at the struggling human beings and admired their efforts.

After all, it got what it deserved.

Why continue to work hard and make wedding dresses for your peers?

This unusual invasion was an unexpected event before the feast, and the demon of Nurgle could smell the strong smell of the Tzeentchy Bird in it with his eyes closed, and his companion Buller had been calculated by the Birdmen, but it was also self-inflicted. As a good father of kindness, Father Yu naturally won't work for the birdman.

No doubt.

If this invasion continues, it will definitely be plucked by the Tzeentch believers.

Tzeentch believers are all in this routine.

Instigate the demons or believers of other factions to make trouble, and then secretly prepare a second set of plans by themselves, and when it is almost over, jump out and backstab to harvest a wave of running away and continue to hide and make trouble.

The United States is a capital country, the word capital is very treacherous, guess how many Tzeentch believers were hidden in the human kingdom after the Cold War began?

"Cunning Green Fly."

Seeing that Father Yu did not continue to stir the material world, a certain double-headed eagle who was playing a chess game by remote control couldn't help but muttered and cursed fiercely with words, they are all old opponents, and they know what kind of shit the other party is going to pull as soon as they pout their buttocks, and they are not so easy to set.

But it doesn't matter.

This is a trap that comes easily, the feast must be served, and it doesn't matter if you can't pit the annoying green Xiang, there is an opportunity later.

About ten minutes after Dom set off a wave of blood and smashed into the crack in subspace without hesitation, a psionic signal was shot out of it. Through this psionic signal, the psionic team that was cleaning up the battlefield smoothly triggered an emotional extreme, and under the strong and brutal impact, the unmaintained subspace rift began to convuls.

It's like an out-of-control flush toilet.

Sometimes skyrocketing, sometimes shrinking, sometimes spewing, sometimes absorbing, that terrible instability directly gave birth to more deformed and curious things in this polluted area.

But what made the psionic team feel irrational the most.

Until this time, Darwin was alive.

They could only watch this friend in this desperate torment, constantly wailing and screaming, praying for relief, and finally was completely clutched by the rotten hand stretched out from the other end of subspace, as if a giant hand from outside the picture broke the lattice of the picture, grabbed his sacrifice and slowly retreated to the highest heaven.

The psionics did not dare to look directly at this scene.

Even if he was as strong as Professor X, just by looking at it, he was almost corrupted by pollution.

The subspace rift finally and abruptly extinguished.

The moment it closed, the demons of the material world froze, and the plague carriers who had almost rushed to Carter lost their strength in an instant, and their bodies were torn apart according to the laws of physics, scattered like broken building blocks.

The warplanes that were screaming and dancing in the sky also lost control of the parasite, like steel coffins, and fell towards the earth.

Rampant germs and viruses are inactive.

Even the polluted liquids that flowed like a flood were dying on their own.

The psionic tsunami that Doom caused on the other side of the subspace has swept the area almost indiscriminately, and he will be trapped in the subspace forever, dead or a demonic plaything.

"Lucky humans, you're safe for the time being. But the war never ended. ”

Father Rain said meaningfully to the psionic team before his voice completely dissipated.

That's right.

War never ended, and the Cold War was a continuation of World War II.