boom!!!!!!

With the roar of the huge oil engine and the psychic lightning and flames released from the six jets on the back of the completely perfected new body, Vashtor finally woke up from days of silence.

When he saw that the Soul Forge area he ruled was already filled with shiny oil, and all the armies, demon engines, production workshops, slaves and coolies had all been completely transformed and were continuously producing various war weapons, a hint of excitement emerged on his face, which had originally been expressionless.

Even some of the huge ominous arks that were built in cooperation with Chaos Warmaster Abaddon and have not yet been completed have now been upgraded and evolved in all aspects with the help of the sparkling oil, turning into hideous and terrifying cursed warships.

You have to know that these warships were originally abandoned spacecraft lost in the subspace.

Due to the long-term influence of the power of chaos, it gradually merged with the wreckage of other spaceships, the corpses of dead mortals and even demons, as well as a large amount of negative emotions such as malice, hatred, hostility, and anger to form a kind of existence similar to a ghost ship.

Astonishing spiritual energy gathered inside the hull, merging with the mutated and twisted flesh and blood and growing wildly. Some even absorbed demons and made them part of the ship.

Some of these spaceships have been towered to the dark side of the Empire by Abaddon and are being transformed by the Dark Mechanicus, while some have been sent to the Soul Forge.

But now, they have gone from being a secret weapon against the Imperium of Man to the fuel that keeps the Warp burning.

The most important thing is that although most of the souls of all these creations were squeezed into energy during the process of perfection, they still possessed the consciousness and wisdom bestowed by the sparkling oil.

Unless they are the Four Chaos Gods or the lesser evil gods, or the oldest demon princes, the rest of the Warp creatures cannot have any influence on their spirits, let alone the so-called emotional fluctuations, just like artificial intelligence and robots.

This means that the creatures of the Warp cannot draw any power from the creations of New Phyrexia.

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

Whether it is the Chaos Evil God or the Demon, they can only be forced to fight a head-on tug-of-war with it.

There is no skill or strategy! It is simply a matter of numbers, logistics, and who can last longer in this protracted war.

Want to use seduction and corruption to make the New Phyrexian forces kill each other like in the 30th millennium?

Dream on!

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

In short, this subspace territory that once belonged to "Wa Banxian" has completely turned into a super forging world, and is continuously providing more consumable cannon fodder for the unprecedented expeditionary force.

The awakened Vashtor walked straight to the huge furnace in the center of the realm, swung his giant war hammer and injected his divine power into the furnace, roaring in a deafening voice: "For the Supreme Overlord! For the great New Phyrexia! Let us also join this great expedition!"

As the last word came out of his mouth, flames and red liquid metal suddenly burst out of the furnace, and the production speed and efficiency of all the fully automatic assembly lines instantly increased tenfold from the existing basis.

This is the power held by the "Creator", and it is also the decisive factor that determines the final outcome of this war.

He himself boarded one of the huge warships and led his legion towards the Garden of Nurgle where the fierce battle was going on.

Obviously, completing Vashtor and the Soul Forge is equivalent to establishing a huge logistics base with complete production capabilities in the warp.

What is more important is that the production consumes psychic energy in the subspace.

The larger the scale of this war and the longer it lasts, the more damage and weakening it will cause to the entire warp.

After all, anyone who knows a little about military affairs and strategy knows how great the benefits of opening a branch base in the enemy's rear are.

…

At the same time, far away in the castle of Nurgle's Garden, the godslaying war that had lasted for several days was finally about to reach a turning point.

Although Nurgle cannot be killed by normal means due to his power of life, reincarnation and rebirth, Zuo Si still used the power of the two kinds of oil to completely drain all the energy and matter in the surrounding area.

It even formed a truly empty zone where there was nothing.

Nurgle's huge, mountain-like, stinking body was finally no longer able to be reborn no matter how many times it was destroyed as before, and even the effects of those horrific plagues began to weaken.

In contrast, the goddess of death Jaina has transformed all the souls of the dead she has devoured into spiritual energy with the characteristics of coldness and death, and injected them all into Frostmourne without leaving a single trace.

At this moment, this magic sword nicknamed "Filial Son Sword" has completely turned into a dark black color like ink, and its surface exudes an ultra-low temperature that is infinitely close to absolute zero.

It was not difficult to tell from her motionless posture and movements that she was ready to deliver the final blow and was waiting for the final signal.

Nurgle undoubtedly noticed this, and suddenly a large amount of yellow-green mucus with strong corrosiveness gushed out from his rotten abdominal cavity, instantly causing more than one-fifth of the Death Star-shaped incarnation's volume to completely decay and dissolve.

Even with the help of numerous spells and physical protection.

It can only be said that the four great Chaos Evil Gods of the Warp are well-deserved names.

But soon Zuo Si recovered by absorbing the substances and energy contained in the sea of ​​​​oil.

Similar scenes have been repeated countless times since the war began.

He himself has no reaction to this.

"Go to hell! I will use your body to make a new cauldron for boiling plague!"

While Zuo Si was repairing himself, Nurgle roared and rushed towards the goddess of death Jaina, intending to get rid of the goddess of death who posed the greatest threat to him first.

After all, although Zuo Si is annoying, he cannot be really killed.

But Jaina really made him smell the breath of death.

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

Robert Guilliman, who had been watching the battle from a distance, finally joined in with the power of the Lord of Mankind.

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

“Aa…

The shrill screams immediately echoed throughout the entire Nurgle Garden.

The evil god of the Warp was seen covering his wound with his fat hands and retreating repeatedly, with one of his intact eyes revealing a strong fear.

Needless to say, he was terrified by the power of the Lord of Mankind.

After all, the Emperor was already the most powerful psychic in the entire galaxy before he sat on the Golden Throne. Even his own body could not fully unleash its full potential, not to mention that he later accepted the faith and worship of all mankind for tens of thousands of years as a god.

Especially the flame attached to the sword, which can completely kill even demons and even the strongest primarch like Horus who is only one step away from becoming the fifth evil god.

No one knows whether this flame originates from the anger and hatred of the human race towards the creatures of the Warp, or represents the human emperor's strong desire to destroy the Chaos evil god.

But one thing is certain, that is that it makes Khorne, Tzeentch, Nurgle and Slaanesh feel threatened.

Because according to the theory that every demon is born from the fragments of its subordinate Chaos God, if a certain weapon can completely kill a demon, it will naturally cause damage to the essence of the evil god behind it.

Seeing that Robert Guilliman successfully blocked Nurgle's attack on the Goddess of Death Jaina, Zuo Si quickly dismantled the huge Death Star structure and turned back into a human form, and teased in a half-joking tone: "Have you finally rested well?"

"No, I haven't, I'm in a bad state right now and I can't hold on for long.

If you have any cards up your sleeve, reveal 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 evil gods of the Warp.

Khorne, Tzeentch, and Slaanesh should be aware of our intentions and are on their way."

The Primarch delivered the bad news in a slightly tense and serious tone.

Even though these four guys are fighting and killing each other all the time, they are actually just sitting at the same table playing games and will never sit idly by and watch Nurgle get killed like this.

Zuo Si was of course aware of this, and he quickly used himself as a medium to continuously inject huge amounts of spiritual energy into the magic sword in his hand, and responded meaningfully: "Don't worry, Nurgle won't live until the other three guys arrive. Because he will soon taste death..."

"Oh? What are you going to do?"

Robert Guilliman asked curiously.

During these few days, he had witnessed with his own eyes how Nurgle was reborn after being destroyed time and time again, so he instinctively felt that this terrible Chaos God could not be completely killed.

“It’s very simple.

Go beyond the entity formed by the subspace projection and directly destroy its root and essence existing in the subspace.

All Chaos Gods were born from chaos, so order is their biggest nemesis.

Nurgle is the god of life, so death can also be a huge restraint on him.

In addition, feel the changes in the environment here.

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

After saying that, Zuo Si winked at the Goddess of Death Jaina.

Just one second later, the big eye that kept rotating on the hilt of the magic sword suddenly burst out with huge spiritual energy carrying the power of order, and then the bones and flesh began to grow wildly, covering the shiny oil incarnation from head to toe at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a while, Zuo Si turned into half machine, half devil.

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

Needless to say, this state at this moment truly unleashes the full power of the magic sword, and it is also the upper limit of the power that the Shuoyou incarnation can reach at the moment.

The Goddess of Death Jaina undoubtedly sensed her master's intention and immediately asked in a cold tone without any emotion: "Can we start?"

Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes, we can begin. Let us use Nurgle's death as a sacrifice for your ascension to godhood."

"This is exactly what I was looking forward to!"

Jaina also released the long-accumulated power of Frostmourne, completely gave up her identity as an undead and began to transform towards the extraordinary direction.

She could not even maintain her original human female appearance, and completely transformed into a black vortex, constantly drawing power from the psychic energy sea of ​​the subspace.

Anyone who is not a fool can sense that the grand ceremony of ascension has begun.

And this time he did not become the fifth Chaos God in order like the Lord of Mankind, but replaced him by killing Nurgle, who represented his own opposite.

This more intense method of ascension instantly caused violent shaking in the entire Garden of Nurgle.

Especially those Nurgle demons who were still fighting fiercely with the Scourge and constantly dying and reborn seemed to realize what was about to happen. They stopped fighting and looked up at the direction of the castle magic house in the distance.

The demon primarch Mortarion opened his eyes wide and shouted in disbelief, "How could this be! The great and loving father... has been forced into such a predicament? This is fake! It must be fake!"

At this moment, he was like all traitors. He could not accept that the new master for whom he had abandoned everything in the past was not as powerful and invincible as he had originally imagined.

What's even more terrible is that in order to recover more power to withstand the next fatal attack, Nurgle began to absorb the fragments that split from his own consciousness.

The most direct consequence of this behavior was that hundreds of millions of demons began to disappear out of thin air, transforming into filthy souls containing huge spiritual energy and returning to the huge abdominal cavity of the kind father, turning into wriggling maggots.

With each additional one, Nurgle's body expands a little.

When his already huge and fat abdominal cavity was completely filled, he had completely turned into a plague giant that stood tall and straight.

"Are you going to fight to the death? If so, I won't be polite."

Zuo Si was the first to turn into a shadow, wielding the completely released magic sword and rushing towards Nurgle's abdomen filled with maggots.

He was clearly aware that all the recovered demon maggots would become part of his vast life force, used to counter the final blow delivered by the goddess of death, Jaina.

If it cannot be destroyed, then the opponent may be able to survive and wait for the support and help of the other three Chaos Evil Gods to escape.

That kind of result is obviously not what the left wants.

So he didn't hesitate at all and dived straight into the bulging belly.

With the powerful force of order bestowed by the magic sword, he easily succeeded in tearing a hole in Nurgle's belly, and then turned himself into a horrible meat grinder, crushing all the foul-smelling demon maggots inside, while releasing the sparkling oil to absorb the twisted life force that flowed out after the shattering.

"No!!!! Damn outsider! How dare you do such a blasphemous act!"

Nurgle opened his mouth full of fangs, maggots and rotten flesh and let out a wail of pain.

He suddenly swung his big hand and inserted it into his abdominal cavity which was flowing with blood, internal organs, poison gas and plague. He grabbed the incarnation of the shining oil inside and tried to pull it out.

But unfortunately it was too late.

The destructive power released by Zuo Si still crushed more than half of the demon maggots. The rest seemed to have escaped from Nurgle's control, and they rushed out of the wounds, fell to the ground and fled in all directions.

Upon seeing this, Robert Guilliman unceremoniously released the psychic flames of the Lord of Mankind, directly burning a large area of ​​the abdominal cavity until it turned black and carbonized.

Under the intense pain caused by the joint attack from both sides, Nurgle, who was originally known for his good temper, went completely crazy. He raised his huge right foot and stomped down hard, vowing to crush to death all the enemies who dared to offend him.

But he obviously forgot that both Zuo Si and Guilliman, who had been blessed with the power of the Emperor, were much faster than him.

Moreover, the psychic power of the Lord of Humanity has already reached a level comparable to that of the Four Gods of Chaos.

The two of them just exchanged glances and instantly understood each other's meaning.

Zuo Si's oily incarnation instantly expanded into a huge metal sphere with a spike structure.

Nurgle stepped on it without any reaction.

Puff! The huge spike directly pierced the huge, fat sole, and blood containing plague and corruption gushed out immediately.

You must know that the spike standing on the top is nothing else but the blade of the magic sword containing the power of order, so this attack caused terrible real damage on the spot.

Nurgle himself screamed and fell on his back like a collapsed mountain, heavily onto the hypocritical dust shell that had already turned into a shell.

As soon as he fell, Robouti Guilliman leaped up, raised the Emperor's Sword high, and stabbed the opponent's other intact eye.

With Nurgle's huge and clumsy body, he had no time to react and was instantly transformed from a one-eyed dragon into a completely blind person.

Most importantly, this attack seriously damaged the essence of his power as the evil god of the subspace.

The moment the sword was drawn out, the damaged and blind eyeball fell out of the eye socket and turned into a gem emitting emerald green light.

The equipment actually dropped?! Zuo Si was slightly stunned.

But soon he no longer had the heart to pay attention to the gem that was transformed from an eye and might contain the power and authority of Nurgle.

Because three balls of light emitting different colors suddenly appeared in the sky above.

One of them is blood red, symbolizing anger and killing; the second is blue, representing wisdom, strategy, cunning, deception and change; and the third is purple, symbolizing temptation, joy and the pleasure produced by intense stimulation.

Anyone with a little common sense about the Warp would know that this was a sign that the other three Chaos Gods were about to arrive.

"Now!"

Zuo Si gave Jaina the final order without hesitation.

The latter turned into a dark death vortex and without any hesitation, he inserted Frostmourne directly into Nurgle's heart.

Because in many traditional primitive religious beliefs, the heart symbolizes life.

Therefore, this is the most important part of Nurgle's body and also the only part that can cause fatal injuries.

"No! 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 injected, the powerful evil god finally felt fear and despair for the first time, and began to roll violently trying to push away Jaina who was pressing on him.

"Don't struggle. Because this is the fate you have to face. Death is the destination and end of all life! There is no difference whether it is human or God."

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

Although by showing the emotions and beliefs of mortals in the universe, he will most likely be reborn in the future.

But the newly born Nurgle may be much weaker than the previous one, and it is still a big question whether his personality and memory can be retained.

"call--

finally……

We have finally managed to kill one of the Chaos Lords!

This is a historic moment! The miracle we created will become an eternal glory that shines throughout the galaxy!"

Robert Guilliman let out a long breath, and an expression of great excitement and excitement appeared on his face.

This is a huge event both for mortals in the real universe and for the human empire that has suffered in the war.

Just like God cannot bleed.

When the Chaos Gods are no longer invincible, but are proven to be vulnerable and can be killed by more powerful restraining forces, people's awe and fear of them will become much weaker.

Likewise, the number of people who believe in and worship them will drop drastically.

"Do you think this is the end?"

Zuo Si glanced at the Primarch with an idiotic look, then raised his head to look at Khorne, Tzeentch and Slaanesh appearing in the sky, as well as Jaina who was frantically devouring Nurgle's corpse and transforming it into a dead form. With a slightly upturned corner of his mouth, he whispered, "The real show has just begun."

Before he finished speaking!

Nurgle's huge corpse, which was as big as a mountain, had completely lost all vitality, including the maggots, bacteria, viruses and various organisms and microorganisms coexisting in his body, which were all completely dead. Only a undead puppet driven by the power of death remained.

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

I saw a black-gray beam of light shooting up into the sky, directly filling the gap left by Nurgle's death.

The originally "vibrant" Nurgle Garden was completely transformed into a cold and dead realm in just a few minutes.

The warring Scourge and Nurgle armies were quickly transformed into servants of the new God of Death under the influence of this horrific psychic storm.

When the black vortex gradually condensed into a female figure wearing black armor and cloak, holding a giant black sickle, the entire ascension ceremony finally ended.

At this moment, the Garden of Nurgle no longer had any of the chaos and disorder of the Warp, but was filled with overwhelming lawful attributes. Everything formed established rules under the control of the new God of Death.

What is even more terrifying is that the power of this order is still slowly overflowing, causing an enormous impact on the entire subspace.

The mere confrontation with the chaotic essences of the other three Chaos Gods that descended overhead had already resulted in deafening roars and violent psychic explosions.

Anyone can feel that the new Goddess of Death Jaina is completely opposite to Khorne, Tzeentch and Slaanesh in essence, and there is no possibility of easing at all.

"Tsk, it seems we are a step late, aren't we?"

Slaanesh, with his androgynous sexy body and seductive voice, was the first to break the silence.

As the youngest of the four Chaos Gods, he/she obviously does not like Nurgle, who is ugly, dirty and cannot bring any joy, so he/she does not care about the latter's death at all.

Khorne stared at the resurrected undead body and said with disdain: "This is the inevitable end of the weak. Nurgle always emphasized love and harmony among believers, and I am not surprised that it ended up like this today. Bah! He really brought shame to us, the Four Chaos Gods!"

“Haha, the changes, conspiracies, tricks and unexpected surprises, this is simply a wonderful show.

I like this outsider, and the new god that comes with him.

If we include the human emperor, there are now a staggering six players sitting at the table.

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

Tzeentch exclaimed in admiration with an intoxicated look.

If there is anyone among the three Chaos Gods who wants to see this result the most, it must be him.

Because the drastic changes and the shocking deception, conspiracy, and trickery that may be involved will make this troublemaker who likes to stir up trouble everywhere feel happy.

There's nothing we can do about it, since this is a common problem among gods of abstract concepts.

They are simply unable to suppress their nature. Even if they know that something may cause a devastating blow to them, they still can't help but want to see the consequences instead of preventing the damage in advance.

In addition to the people in front of us, the elves' god of laughter, Xigaoqi, is also a very typical example.

At this moment, in this realm that has been transformed into death, Khorne, Tzeentch and Slaanesh, who represent Chaos, stand together, while Jaina, Zoth, who symbolize Order, and Robert Guilliman, who uses the power of the Emperor, stand together, as if foreshadowing the possible future situation of the Warp.

"Are we going to start a war?"

Jaina, who had successfully ascended to the God of Death, asked in an uncertain tone.

Zuo Si smiled and replied, "With Fear and Tzeentch here, I think this battle is unavoidable. But be careful not to use too much force. After all, this is just a test, there is no need to reveal all your cards."

"knew."

Jaina suddenly raised her hand and began to summon the power of death in the entire realm to strengthen herself, then she took a big step forward and hooked her finger at Tzeentch.

The latter responded immediately.

In a flash, the two of them crossed the distance in space and started fighting.

"So my opponent is Slaanesh?"

Robert Guilliman asked with a wry smile, a dazzling golden light blooming all over his body.

He was self-aware enough to know that he could not defeat Khorne, who would go crazy at the sight of blood, so he wanted to pick a "soft" persimmon.

Of course, the reason why the word "soft" is put in double quotes is that even the Chaos Evil God, who is currently recognized as the weakest and youngest, is definitely not someone that a mere Primarch can mess with.

Even with the support of the power of the Lord of Humanity, all the Imperial Regent can do is delay a little time.

Slaanesh undoubtedly noticed this, and immediately stretched out a long and sharp tongue like an alien to lick his lips, and said teasingly with a smile: "Come on, cute little handsome boy, I can't wait to teach you how to develop your potential to get more happiness.

You should know that your brother Fulgrim learned a lot from my training.

Although you may have had some small conflicts before.

But trust me, there's nothing a naked feast can't solve.

If so, let's do it again.

Most importantly, I am very much looking forward to seeing the passion that can be generated between you brothers. Just thinking about that scene makes me excited.

After all, at the beginning, I was planning to pair Fulgrim and Sanguines, two handsome guys who drove countless people crazy.

It’s a pity that Saint Jarles was too stubborn and eventually died in battle.

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

But now I can use you as a replacement."

With that, Slaanesh began to look Robouti Guilliman up and down with an undisguised perverted gaze.

Especially the latter's perky buttocks, strong pectoral muscles, and that tough and handsome face that looks like an ancient Greek marble sculpture.

In just a few seconds, the part of him/her that originally showed feminine characteristics suddenly erected a small tent without any warning.

It has to be said that this scene caused a huge mental shock to the iron-hearted Robert Guilliman, and he suddenly became extremely furious.

As a well-informed Primarch with a super brain, he realized almost instantly that Slaanesh clearly wanted to attack him, and even wanted to bring Fulgrim, who had beaten him into a sleep for ten thousand years, with him.

The horrific scene of being attacked from both sides was so nauseating just thinking about it that the Imperial Regent couldn't help but shiver on the spot and subconsciously covered his butt with his other hand.

It seemed as if Slaanesh or Fulgrim would suddenly appear behind him and launch a sneak attack in the next moment.

Just as Robert Guilliman was hesitating whether to change opponents with Zuo Si, more powerful psychic energy from the Lord of Mankind began to be injected into his body.

Obviously, the emperor was telling him not to be timid, to go up and kill the pervert, and that his father would support him.

Then the Primarch instantly regained his confidence and courage, wielding the Emperor's Sword and launching a fierce attack like a storm.

As the other four have confirmed their opponents and officially started fighting, the only ones left are Zuo Si and Khorne, who has the strongest frontal combat ability.

"From the moment you came into this universe, I noticed your existence."

Khorne opened his mouth and spoke slowly in a tone filled with blood, killing, and violence.

"so what?"

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

He would never forget that the first Warp creature he encountered when he came to the Warhammer universe was the opponent's big demon - the Skulltaker, and they even fought a battle in the air.

"I hope you can perform to my satisfaction in the next battle."

As the last word came out of his mouth, Khorne suddenly turned into a streak of red light and disappeared.

Barely a millisecond later...

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

With the blessing of powerful divine power, this blow would definitely be able to easily split a planet in the real universe.

But the good news is that this belongs to the domain of the new goddess of death Jaina, and it is also the first place of order born in the Chaos Warp.

This means that Khorne's power will inevitably be restricted due to the fact that they are playing away from home, while Zuo Si's power will be greatly enhanced by the home advantage.

In addition, the incarnation of Shuoyou itself is a super material similar to a neutron star. Its mass has already surpassed most stars through swallowing, so it just stands there without moving a single step.

"That's it?"

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

If there was one Chaos Evil God that he was least afraid of, it must be the Blood God in front of him.

Because this guy is not only violent, irritable, impulsive, and bloodthirsty, just like a wild beast that follows primitive instincts and desires, and all his means of attack are basically simple and crude: chop, chop, kill, kill.

The Shuoyou incarnation, who possesses powerful protective properties and unlimited recovery capabilities, is least afraid of encountering such an opponent.

"Hahahaha! Good! Very good! Very good! It seems that you can withstand my power. In that case, let's enjoy this fight happily!"

Khorne roared with laughter, then fell into a bloodthirsty frenzy, losing his mind and launching wave after wave of attacks based on primitive instincts, completely ignoring defense. His body was soon covered with wounds of varying sizes that continuously gushed out blood.

But the interesting thing is that the more injured he is and the more blood he loses, the faster his strength and reaction speed increase.

In stark contrast to this wildness is Zuo Si's elegant sword dance, which is the result of observation and a lot of precise calculations.

Although he seemed to be on defense most of the time, once he found an opening he could inflict a wound on the opponent.

In the end, both sides were fighting at speeds close to or even exceeding the speed of light.

All the surrounding matter was shattered into elementary particles such as protons and electrons, or even smaller microscopic particles, by this terrifying destructive force.

The spiritual energy also formed a tornado-like storm between the two of them.

The terrifying momentum seemed to destroy the entire subspace and the Milky Way in the real universe.

Combined with the battle between the new God of Death Jaina and Tzeentch in the distance, as well as the continued suppression of Slaanesh by the Lord of Mankind and his Primarch descendants, anyone with a little common sense will realize that the Warp in the future will probably no longer be dominated by Chaos forces as before, but will gradually split into two largest factions.

This will determine the pattern of the Milky Way for the next tens of thousands of years or even longer.

There is a saying that goes, when the two warring parties are evenly matched, the addition of any insignificant chip will cause the originally balanced scale to tilt to one side.

The one who broke the current balance this time was none other than Vashtor "Wa Banxian" who had just been completely transformed by Shuoyou and rushed over without stopping.

"Vashtor! Why are you here?"

Tzeentch was the first to react and quickly forced back the goddess of death Jaina and asked loudly.

"I?"

The nozzle behind Vashtor suddenly burst into dazzling lightning and flames, and he grinned and replied, "Of course I came here to express my infinite respect and admiration to the great father of New Phyrexia."

And by the way help him deal with you stupid, ignorant, low-level idiots.

After all, apart from those boring games, have you done anything meaningful since your birth?

Because of your existence, the universe we live in is in an extremely sad state.

This feeling is terrible.

For a better future, and to realize the ideals of the Supreme Father, please die."

As the last word came out, not only was Tzeentch stunned, but even Slaanesh, who was enjoying teasing Robert Guilliman, and Khorne, who was in bloodthirst and war frenzy, regained their sanity, stopped fighting and stared at the Chaos Demigod.

They simply couldn't believe that the usually timid "Wa Banxian" would actually speak to them in such an arrogant tone.

You know, although Vashtor is revered as a "demigod", in fact, he is at best the same as the first and oldest demon prince born - Bilak.

Although in the eyes of many people, these two are already the strongest existences in the chaos forces, standing under the Four Gods.

But they are nothing more than pawns in the eyes of Khorne, Tzeentch and Slaanesh.

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

But Vashtor didn't care about the reactions of the three Chaos Gods. Instead, he flew directly to Zuo Si and knelt on one knee in an extremely pious manner: "Great Supreme Father, the 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 sparkling oil in the other person'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 "Wa Banxian" could definitely be regarded as one of his greatest gains in the Warhammer universe, and even the word "one of" could be omitted.

"Please allow me to congratulate you on your unprecedented feat of killing Nurgle. It is a pity that I was not able to see it with my own eyes."

Vashtor obviously noticed the corpse of Nurgle that was resurrected in the form of an undead not far away, and his two eyes that continuously spewed orange-red flames became abnormally bright.

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

If possible, he also hopes to carry out a series of transformations and enhancements on this resurrected undead puppet.

Zuo Si glanced at the three Chaos Evil Gods present with interest, and threatened them 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 quickly, there will soon be a second, third, and fourth one."

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

Although he had no such plan and did not intend to take the huge risk of entering the Chaos Evil God's domain 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.