Just as Custer was using his full strength, a being sheltered him without his knowledge.

This is an incomparably chaotic space, a strange world where time, space, and matter are infinitely chaotic, and the laws of physics are greatly influenced by spirits, but in such an incomparably chaotic world, there is some 'order' in some places.

A blood-red-skinned giant god sits high on a huge brass throne, and below this throne is a pedestal made of countless corpses and piles of skulls, giant swords, battle axes, and countless huge blades lined up, and endless blood gathers into a huge sea of blood flowing slowly, and the sounds of countless planets fighting together all day long, forming a poem that celebrates war and killing.

On the opposite side of the Scarlet Giant God, a figure with an equally huge and swollen body, full of corruption and stench, surrounded by a strange black cloud composed of insects, stirred the green soup that seemed to never be finished, and happily took out some strange left materials from his body at will, and countless rotten and rotten organs spontaneously fell from the loopholes one after another, floating and sinking in the soup, and there were faint happy slapsticks.

An indefinite white cloud also flowed between the two, occasionally conjuring countless bird-like beaks and constantly distorted faces, and countless colorful feathers also looming inside the white cloud, enough to subvert the river system, and the huge magical energy of the confused universe lurked in the white cloud.

Compared to the above three, the last one looked so normal, humanoid, with slender limbs, elegant manners, a face with an unforgettable beauty that was both male and female, and the mystery looming between the long skirts seemed to arouse any desire to chase pleasure in life.

The four gods of Chaos, Strange, Nurgle, and Slaanesh converged here for a new universe, but just as they tried to stretch out their tentacles by relying on the fixed point, something was pushed in front of them, becoming an insurmountable barrier for them.

It was a huge, terrifying, infinitely attractive round object, and even light could not escape from its sphere of influence, and the tentacles that had just been stretched out by Sadomasochism and Nurgle fell directly into the center before they could move, and then crushed and absorbed, in the human imagination, this kind of object that can affect everything just by existence is called a black hole.

This is Liu Tian's projection in the subspace, representing a side of his heart, different from the cold golden sun, representing Liu Tian's projection is not only equivalent to the four gods in essence, but even not inferior to the four gods in terms of volume.

"Warhammer?" The black hole slowly collapsed, and finally turned into a humanoid object, with the support of countless worlds, Liu Tian, who was already a little exaggerated unconsciously, tentatively showed a friendly smile, "Let me come in, can you?" ”

Taking the three minutes on the timeline as the boundary, in the limited and infinite time gap, Liu Tian constantly tentatively stretched out his power tentacles to try to descend on the real universe and was destroyed by the tacit cooperation of the four gods, and in the same way, none of the tentacles stretched out by the four gods could cross the humanoid black hole to reach the world behind him.

The terrifying turbulence in the subspace continued to become more chaotic with the confrontation between the two sides, and then a different kind of order was born in the chaos, forming a huge storm, and countless secondary universes were born in the storm, and then shattered.

This was just a greeting for the two sides, and after Custer swung the sword light that represented death, before the two sides could decide on a specific victory, the two universes that had just come closer staggered by.

"Warhammer 40k, the tragedy of countless civilizations, how many source points are left in it." Liu Tian said, a huge wound directly cut open his chest, and the damage of magic and plague continued to emerge and shatter on it at the same time, and some twisted tentacles continued to climb out from the deep darkness.

"It's really worth looking forward to."

…………

Terra, the Golden Throne.

The strongest psionic in the human race, the icy golden sun of the subspace, a huge corpse-like object sat on the throne he had been sitting on for 10,000 years, and the high-tech life-supporting device that had kept him alive had gradually lost its proper role.

If nothing else, the Empire of Humanity's techno-clerical priests who believe in the Holy Texts and Omnisaiah no longer have the knowledge they need to fix them. Unless a miracle happens, the emperor will eventually die, her spiritual power will be extinguished like a candle in the wind, the whole world will fall into the abyss of despair, and the four evil gods will ravage everything unscrupulously until the birth of the true fifth god.

But accidents are never less common in this universe.

Ten days ago, an unprecedentedly huge subspace storm affected the entire universe, the barrier between subspace and the real universe was weakened like never before, everything everywhere was buried in the subspace storm, the endless storm divided everything, and the human empire, which had been divided in two by a huge curse scar, was cut into countless pieces.

In theory, this subspace storm of unknown origin would be a great thing for all the cultists of the Chaos Gods, demons, weirdness, and unknown things - if not for one of the following.

"Fuck, the four gods of the dog day, want to defeat me! You are not enough for the class! ”

On the Golden Throne, with the injection of a strange spiritual light, the withered skeleton gradually plumped up, and a powerful force emerged from the bones that should theoretically have been exhausted, and the flesh and blood continued to cover it.

Strong! Strong! Strong! Strong! Strong!

The entire Terra trembled with the awakening of this terrible powerhouse, and the mere hint of power from getting up made all life on the planet fall to its knees.

Everyone understands that after 10,000 years of slumber, the Light of Human Salvation, the Lord of Humanity, the Terminator of the Xenomorphs, has finally cured his ailments and risen from that throne to save the incurable human empire that is about to be completely relegated to extinction.

"Scared~" The emperor slowly spoke, milky white gas erupted from his body, and then the smoke dissipated with the golden armor worn for ten thousand years, leaving only the pure scenery belt, representing the cloak of the strong slowly dancing behind him.

Dark-black eyes swept over the forbidden army that had been guarding him for 10,000 years, and the emperor slowly spoke, saying his hadith: "Fuck, the four gods of the dog day, just rely on you bastards to defeat me!" It's not fucking powerful enough, it's not powerful enough! ”