“……”

Killiman froze in place.

Qin Mo looked at his best friend with a smile.

He once said to Kiliman that the two were like brothers who were punished to clean the toilet together, and he didn't expect Kiliman to remember this sentence.

And he remembered what Killiman had said.

That is, Killiman felt that he was a head short of Ryan because he was not as tall as Ryan.

When Qin Mo sat on the throne and realized that his wishes could affect many things, he chose to have a height enhancement surgery on his good thick rice.

Killiman, who was stronger than before, was stunned for a long time, his dry lips opened and closed, and he wanted to spit out some words, but the words came to his mouth and swallowed back.

He thought that Qin Mo had turned into a cold subspace creature, but apparently ...... He didn't.

"You threw the Emperor's Sword just now, not at me, but at the throne." Qin Mo leaned back and lifted Erlang's legs, "As I thought, you are the most humane one in the original body." I never see Ryan as a friend, nor do I see St. Giles as a friend, you may not believe it, but St. Giles seems to me to be a hot man on the outside and cold on the inside...... In short, we are brothers and good friends. ”

Kiriman didn't speak, he couldn't be sure what state Qin Mo was in now.

Just now he had seen everything, he knew the purpose of the throne, and he knew the purpose of the ceremony.

That throne only needed Qin Mo's willingness to interfere in subspace, and it would be able to achieve all of Qin Mo's goals.

Destroy the Discord Engine and Vashtor to build an empire that will never decay......

If this is his will, then outside of the Eye of Fear now, the Tyrone Star Sector should have changed, and maybe, he ......

As Kiriman pondered, a storm caught his attention.

He looked sideways.

A storm of blue flames gradually formed in the crystal field, and this storm began to materialize.

Eventually, it became concrete enough to speak.

"My brother."

"I'm here to welcome you to the Great Game, where together we will destroy the other three gods and monopolize the Eightfold Trial."

The moment the words rang out, Killiman felt a fear deep in his soul.

Because he intuitively felt and heard, what suddenly appeared was a projection of the power of Tzeentch, one of the dark gods.

Qin Mo sat on the throne half-reclining, staring indifferently at the hellstorm in front of him.

Like a man in the desert sitting on his small wooden chair, facing the oncoming giant sandstorm.

"Eightfold Trial." Qin Mo knew that the words in this Tzeent's mouth referred to the eight godheads in the subspace.

In some cases, the term even refers to the subspace itself, in the mouths of fanatics who believe that their belief in evil gods is omnipotent.

Qin Mo could feel the changes in the eightfold trial.

Among them, the Jeongto Godhead, which represents the malevolent skill, has changed into a Godhead called Endless Domination.

It was a complete distortion by the power of one of the dark gods, the ancient conceptual throne, and the resolute will.

Reign without end means an authority that will never decay and be questioned and overthrown, and as the throne has previously said, this godhead will bring an empire and a happy people.

But Qin Mo just thought about it, and he knew the possible consequences of this thing.

The so-called immortal empire, indeed.

It is not only the ruler who has been elevated, but also his people, because they have entered the subspace, they will no longer be bound by the rules of the real universe, and they can certainly be immortal.

But anything will be distorted by Chaos itself.

The so-called immortality and eternal happiness must be terrifying.

"The prophets of Saarr told me not to enter the network, they had a sense of foreboding."

Qin Mo looked at the storm gathered by Tzeentch and slowly spoke.

"I entered this hellish place and went through some mysteries, rituals, I don't know what it was for, but then I learned, including what your lackey called a gift."

"It's a plot to lure me into ascending to God."

"If I desire to ascend to God, then the moment I become a god, I can destroy Vashtor and its discordant engine, but at a price I am not willing to pay."

Qin Mo looked sideways at the dried corpses who were prostrate and prostrate under the throne, with happy smiles on their faces, those disgusting looking walking corpses.

"Look at this shit."

"The so-called eternal happiness of my people is to become these things."

"One by one, like a dried corpse, with a smirk on their faces that they don't know what the hell they were laughing at, just like the souls who have taken refuge in Slaanesh can feel nothing but pleasure, and they don't feel anything but happiness, which is not what I want."

Hearing this, Hellstorm formed an ugly and angry face.

"You gave up?!" Tzeentch's voice resounded throughout the material realm and subspace, "You have given up the gift I have given you!" You actually gave up! ”

Qin Mo heard that Tzeentch couldn't perceive his thoughts and state.

"Yes." He nodded, "What kind of gift are you?" The maggots in your dung pit have almost turned everything I have built and my people into an eternal cursed ominous, and they have almost become my eternal guilt and unwillingness! ”

Neither Tzeentch nor Netdao could make Qin Mo feel afraid, what he was really afraid of was just now.

He didn't dare to imagine what Tyrone would have become if he had achieved his desired goal with chaotic means just now.

The Praetorian Guards, with the exception of Yaoen, will become exactly like the Dry Corpses, except that they may be shriveled with steel and machinery.

A terrified eye exploded in the Tyrone Star Sector.

The beautiful Tyrone Three, and the Tyrone One, whom he has poured his heart and soul into as a symbol of glory and popular hearts, will all enter the subspace in an instant, becoming a dirty and ugly demon world, and a group of walking corpses in the demon world who will not and will not perceive anything but obeying orders and happiness.

"Rats' eyes! I don't know what to do! ”

The Hell Storm converged into a storm hovering over the field, roaring towards Qin Mo and the others.

Qin Mo raised his hand, and the storm formed by Tzeentch's projection stopped howling.

"Your deeds will be forgotten, your kingdom will decay, and your people will be tormented for generations in your kingdom that has become decaying!"

"Just because you gave up the gifts of the gods! You have given up the gift I have given you! ”

"In order to find this throne, to run this ritual, I have paid a small price, drawing strength from the competition with the gods to assist your arrogant desires, and you have abandoned them as if they were gone!"

The Hellstorm continues to howl.

Listening to Tzeentki's words, Qin Mo nodded indifferently, thoughtful.

"I didn't ascend to God because at that moment I figured it out that there is no point in immortal empires without real people, and false prosperity and happiness formed with the help of the power of destruction."

"It is true that my kingdom will decay, and my people will eventually face the misery again, in a hundred thousand years, a million years, or more, but I can imagine that there will come a day, and I accept it."

Qin Mo changed his sitting posture, his upper body was straight, and his tone became more powerful.

"But no matter how many years have passed, no matter how vicissitudes of life have changed."

"When they need me again, when they call again on the name of the Lord of Tyrone, when they need someone again to pull them out of their torment, whether they remember me or not......"

At this point, Qin Mo took a deep breath and slowly exhaled: "I'm here." ”

(End of chapter)