The deafening roar and storm began to spread outward from here.
The terrifying momentum and unparalleled destructive power made the attacked Nurgle and his clones constantly wander between death, reincarnation and rebirth.
Likewise, Nurgle continued to release horrific plagues to corrode the Avatar of the Oil as it was destroyed again and again.
As symbols of disease, decay, and despair, these plagues represent the divine power he possesses, and are also a projection of the thinking, mental strength, and soul of intelligent life in the real universe formed in the subspace.
So when these plagues splashed onto Zuo Si's expanded mechanical Death Star body, large pieces of metal and attached materials immediately became rusty, and even large areas of decay and aging occurred, eventually turning into slag-like things scattered in the surrounding environment.
And once something like this starts happening somewhere, it will spread at an extremely fast rate, just like people infected with the plague infecting each other.
Zuo Si himself didn't have any better solution for this. He could only use the Shuo Oil to frantically absorb substances and energy from the Garden of Nurgle to replace the corroded parts of his body.
As expected, the final battle with Nurgle eventually turned into a war of attrition and tug-of-war.
Although since he is not the original body, he cannot gain the power of the Planeswalker Spark.
However, after more than a hundred years of continuous deepening and transformation, the incarnation of Shuo Oil has long been deeply integrated into the rules of this universe. The Shuo Oil inside it has been transformed and tempered countless times, and once it is released, it can absorb energy from the surrounding environment without limit.
Especially in the subspace, a sea of souls with almost infinite psychic energy, every energy storage and attack can produce a power equivalent to the explosion of several stars.
If the Garden of Nurgle had not belonged to the domain of Nurgle, one of the four great Chaos Gods, it would have been shattered into pieces by the repeated impacts of terrifying energy.
But even with the protection of the domain, the area where the Castle Magic House is located has already turned into a purgatory-like scene.
Except for the area isolated from the battlefield by extreme cold and death created by the goddess of death Jaina, the rest of the place has been basically shattered beyond recognition.
All matter was ejected at a speed close to the speed of light under the violent impact, and countless gases and dust gradually condensed into a huge semi-arc shell.
Influenced by the regenerative power of Nurgle, these destroyed areas will slowly reshape themselves under the influence of vast psionic energies.
However, the reconstruction process is obviously far slower than the speed at which the Oil Incarnation is destroyed in the mechanical Death Star form.
Because the destructive power released by the two sides during the battle was too strong, the entire subspace began to be affected.
The most typical example is the psychic storm that was powerful enough to tear everything apart. Together with the huge expeditionary force and the Cursed Legion that set out from the physical universe, it completely ignited the subspace that had not been threatened by the outside world for tens of millions of years.
Kill! Destroy!
die!
The real universe, which was originally regarded as a playground for demons and evil gods, took the initiative to attack this evil and chaotic world for the first time.
And there wasn't even a single sign of this before.
At this moment, the entire subspace is shrouded in this grand war.
Fleets from many civilizations, including the Human Empire, will more or less witness this jaw-dropping scene when traveling through the subspace at faster-than-light speeds.
Especially the Eldar, who now know the most about the Warp, are now completely in panic, fear and disbelief.
As the only leader of the Death God Army who can unite all factions in the entire race, Evelyne, was standing on the Craft World - Iyang with a solemn expression. Feeling the completely burning Warp, she asked the incarnation of the Eldar Death God - Inieid without turning her head: "What happened? Why did the Warp suddenly become so violent? What about those expeditionary forces that suddenly appeared and are fighting against demons and Chaos evil gods? They have never even appeared in the physical universe before!"
"It was war, the Lord of Mankind and his Outsider allies launched an unprecedented attack against the evil gods of the Warp.
Now, Tzeentch, Khorne, Slaanesh and Nurgle have all been dragged into this war of unprecedented scale since the War in Heaven.
Nurgle, in particular, is currently under siege from two powerful forces.
He was responsible for the angry roars and psychic storms from the Warp.
Obviously, they wanted to try to kill this Chaos God and use Nurgle's death to announce to the other evil gods that the era when they could manipulate the real universe at will was over.
How audacious! How mad! It's a pity they chose Nurgle instead of Slaanesh.
Otherwise, we might be able to take the opportunity to retrieve the most important Crone Sword."
At the end, the incarnation of death summoned from the warp sighed with regret.
From any perspective, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for the Eldar Death Army.
After all, regardless of whether the counterattack by the Lord of Mankind and his allies is successful, the power of the Chaos Evil Gods of the Warp will inevitably be greatly weakened.
If anyone can stand up and slightly restrain Slaanesh, the Death Army will be able to quickly enter the opponent's territory through the Webway and achieve its intended goal.
Unfortunately, although the Death Army has reached an alliance with the Imperial Regent and the only current Primarch, Robert Guilliman, it is obviously far from enough to influence the Emperor behind him who is about to become the fifth evil god.
They had no way of making the Lord of Mankind and his allies act according to their ideas and will.
Even before the war started, no one knew that the other side had been quietly preparing a big move.
"What do you think our chances of success are if we enter the Warp's realm of Slaanesh and seize the Crone Sword now?"
Evelyne asked in an uncertain tone.
The Eldar Death God Avatar was silent for a moment and then replied, "It will never be more than 20%. Because the forces and scale deployed by both sides are beyond imagination. With our limited strength, we will be wiped out if we are affected by the slightest impact. And I don't think Slaanesh will not expect that we will use this war to launch a surprise attack."
"So we can only watch now?"
There was a strong sense of unwillingness in Eveleni's tone.
You know, ever since the birth of the Eye of Terror, the entire Eldar race has been almost destroyed by Slaanesh, with all kinds of weird thoughts and emerging ideas one after another, many of which are so abstract that they are incomprehensible.
Take the ark under our feet, Iyanden, as an example.
Inspired by the resurrection of Prince Yrel, the seer Iyangna suddenly came up with a "brilliant" idea, which was to strengthen the power of the god of death Aeneid by merging their souls into the infinite circuit through collective suicide, so that he would be able to finally defeat Slaanesh.
After Slaanesh is defeated, everyone will use the technology of the Dark Eldar Haemophilus to resurrect him.
Don't laugh too quickly, because this plan of stewing your own cerebral thrombosis in an iron pot is quite popular among the Death Army, and many people believe in it.
There are also some elves who think that Inieed is not a god of death at all, but a personified product of the resonance of souls who have nowhere to go in the circuit of the Eternal Matrix.
You must know that before Slaanesh was born, the souls of every Eldar were connected through a system called the "Eternal Matrix".
After their death, they will enter the matrix with the memories and energy of their past lives and wait for reincarnation.
To put it bluntly, you won't really die, you will just get a new body.
It is precisely because of this that the elves have no fear or awe of death.
Later, a series of decadent, indulgent, abuse, torture, slavery and other deadly behaviors were born on this basis.
It can be said that without the Eternal Matrix system, Slaanesh would not have been born.
This is why once they join the Deathly Hallows, the Eldar no longer need things like Soul Stones to preserve their souls from being taken away by Slaanesh.
Even from the moment they join the Death Army, they will sever their connection with their original soul stones.
Even the Dark Eldar can use the power of Death to break free from the addiction caused by having their souls constantly drained by Slaanesh.
But no matter which speculation it is, it is just speculation and it is impossible to be confirmed.
In short, when it comes to making things happen and making big things happen, the elves are no worse than humans, and may even be better.
The incarnation of death sighed slightly and said, "What else can I do if I don't watch?
You have to understand that the war launched by the Lord of Mankind and his allies had no clear goal at all, let alone the hope of winning the so-called victory, and they didn't even intend to bring those large-scale expeditionary forces back alive.
They simply weaken the power of the evil gods of the subspace by consuming each other.
After all, simply resurrecting those demons that were constantly killed would inevitably make the Chaos God weaker and weaker.
Most importantly, if Nurgle is really killed, do you know what it means for the entire galaxy?"
"What does it mean?"
There was a strong sense of uncertainty in Evelene's tone.
"It means that a true God-killer will be born in the universe! In addition, the mysterious being that exudes the breath of death will also stand in the subspace and become a new god! Humanity, who has been trapped in darkness for ten thousand years, will become the undisputed overlord of the Milky Way.
Because they will have the protection of two gods and a godslayer.
Whether the Eldar can continue their civilization at that time will depend entirely on the perception and attitude of the Human Empire towards us."
The Avatar of Death bluntly stated the awkward position of the Eldar in this confrontation.
Even though the Death Army has now formed an alliance with the Empire, the inherent distrust between the two sides cannot be resolved in a short period of time.
After all, as the old overlord of the galaxy, the arrogance, selfishness and cold-bloodedness of the Eldar are obvious to all.
Moreover, their so-called cooperation and alliance are not to achieve a "win-win" situation that is beneficial to both parties, but to achieve their own goals.
Once their goal is achieved, these bastards will immediately choose to backstab or simply sell their allies for a high price.
A typical example of a Taoist who would rather die than let his friend die.
Countless humans who have attempted to ally with the Eldar have experienced betrayal.
Sometimes they would even slaughter all the inhabitants of a planet for an inexplicable prophecy, and the inhabitants would never know why these elves suddenly attacked them until they died.
Therefore, once the common interests of both parties in cooperating to deal with the evil gods of the Chaos in the Warp no longer exist, given the Empire's tradition of extreme rejection of alien races, it is hard to imagine what they can do.
These words instantly made Evelyne sweat profusely. She raised her head suddenly and questioned: "Robert Guilliman shouldn't be so heartless, right? We woke him up from a sleep that lasted for ten thousand years."
"Do you think he can change the attitude of the entire human race towards us?" Death Incarnate asked expressionlessly. "No, he can't, and neither can you. You can't even truly control this legion."
"Damn it! So, according to you, we can only stay here and wait to die?"
Evelyne became visibly exasperated.
You must know that in the traditional concepts of most elves, humans are just a primitive and backward civilization that has just emerged recently, just like modern humans view cannibal tribes that eat raw meat and drink blood, or primates such as monkeys and gorillas.
When we realize that these primitive intelligent races may wipe us out in the future, the feeling should be similar to that of humans experiencing the plot of Rise of the Planet of the Apes. The first reaction is always anger and disapproval.
"Go talk to the outsider named Soth. He is your last and only hope."
The incarnation of death solemnly gave a solution.
But Evelyne frowned and said, "I have met him once before, but that conversation was quite unpleasant. He looked down on us and even thought that we were eliminated by the times in the 30th millennium of mankind and were not worth wasting time on."
“Then go again and put aside all your pride and self-esteem.
Because this may be related to the survival of the entire race.
Of course, if you want to use this method to bring my power to its peak and kill Slaanesh, that's fine too.
Anyway, I have told you everything I should tell you.
As for the specific choice, that is your business.”
After saying this, the incarnation of death disappeared into the darkness.
Evelyne stood there, looking at her compatriots in the distance who were in panic because of the war and the war. Then she lowered her head to look at her reflection on the mirror-like smooth ground and couldn't help falling into deep thought.
There is no doubt that she has clearly sensed that this is definitely a major change that will affect the history of the entire galaxy.
The long-declined Eldar are now at a crossroads that will determine their own fate.
…
At the same time, far away in the realm of another evil god or demigod in the Warp - the Soul Forge, Vashtor, known as "Vash the Half-Sage", is leading his own army of demons and machines to fight desperately against an expedition led by the Judge of New Phyrexia.
Needless to say, this entity, which is the projection of technology, innovation and invention in the subspace, has been targeted by Zuo Si from the very beginning.
Taking advantage of this grand war that set the entire subspace on fire, he wanted to use the sparkling oil to completely transform the enemy and use it for his own benefit.
The Soul Forge now no longer has the black smoke and shadows that usually cover the sky, nor can the wails of tortured souls be heard. Even the demons that work day and night in the forge and foundry and constantly change their forms have now taken up weapons and joined the battle.
Even the black flames ignited by the souls of the cursed were now used as weapons.
Thousands and thousands of demon engines, as far as the eye can see, keep roaring and humming.
Although Vashtor is not as powerful as Khorne, Tzeentch, Nurgle and Slaanesh, he is by no means an ordinary one.
Because he is the largest arms dealer in the Warp Chaos realm, forces including the Demon Primarch and Warmaster Abaddon often purchase weapons and equipment from him in order to better wage wars and please the evil gods behind them.
As an arms dealer, the Soul Forge has no shortage of weapons and ammunition, so on weekdays, basically no demons dare to run wild here.
What's more, he successfully cloned the Primarch, Fulgrim, which gave Vashtor a high prestige in the Chaos realm, and most demons were more willing to maintain a cooperative relationship with him.
The most important thing is that Vashtor possesses a quality that the evil gods and demons in the warp do not possess - integrity.
Yes, you read that right.
Although he is a Chaos Demon Demigod, his behavior pattern is very similar to that of the devil in Baator. When making transactions, he will give a series of complex and precise contracts and strictly implement them according to the above terms.
However, most of the chaotic demons did not have the patience to read it to the end and signed their names on it.
Therefore, those unlucky guys who were stuffed into the demon engine and those who were forced to become slaves and hard laborers could not blame Vashtor at all. If they had to blame someone, they could only blame themselves for not being cautious enough.
Moreover, compared to the Chaos God who likes to go back on his words, he is truly a breath of fresh air in the Warp.
In addition, he has very similar powerful scientific research and creative abilities to Jingitashya, the Blue Demon Judge of New Phyrexia, so he naturally came into Zuo Si's sight.
It's just that this guy is usually very low-key and rarely appears in the material universe, so it is not easy to catch him.
But it's okay now.
The people in charge of this expedition were none other than Els, the Judge who had always followed the Lich King Jaina, and Typhas, the second-in-command of the Death Guard.
Since both of them are veterans of battle and the legions they lead are all soulless creatures made of oil, the effect of the psychic energy of the Warp on them is very limited.
In just a few hours, the Soul Forge's guarding forces were defeated.
Many powerful weapons would be completely controlled by the scorching oil that fell from the sky before he could even use them.
Although Vashtor, the god of creation and invention, can also do this to some extent, he can even sense every component and principle of a weapon and absorb the energy shot at him, and use it to repair wounds or bounce it back directly on the spot. He can also release waste code to infect and corrupt the enemy's weapons.
But the problem is that all this is based on the premise that the weapons and equipment are not contaminated by the oil.
Once Shuoyou gets ahead of him, more than 90% of his abilities will be completely destroyed.
Especially those mechanical engines driven by the bound demons, as long as they are controlled by the sprayed oil, they will turn against their will in a minute.
This destroyed the originally indestructible defense line in a short period of time.
"Damn it! Typhas! What on earth do you want to do, you bastard?"
Vashtor roared angrily at the Perfected Death Knight who was in charge of commanding the ground troops.
As he had often sold Daemon Engines to these Chaos Astartes in the past, he undoubtedly knew this former Herald of Nurgle.
However, later, because Typhas' soul was captured by the Lich King Jaina and became one of her most capable lieutenants, he gradually faded out of the sight of the Chaos forces in the Warp.
But who could have thought that when this guy appeared again, he actually brought a large army to attack his Soul Forge.
"Hahahaha! Dear Vashtor, aren't you happy to see an old friend like me? I have brought you good news!"
Tyfas, whose entire body had been almost half transformed into machinery, swung up the super-phase sword made using Necron technology and directly split a huge demon engine in half, then grinned and greeted.
His attitude immediately made Vashtor furious. He asked with his two flashing orange-red electronic eyes, "You broke into my territory for no reason and killed and destroyed everything. How dare you say good news?"
But Taifas nodded without hesitation: "Of course! Because the great father of New Phyrexia has taken a fancy to your ability and talent, and intends to let us recruit you to his command to receive the baptism of the sacred oil.
Only in this way can you break free from the limitations imposed by Chaos and the flaws of the very nature of the Warp.
Come, join us to become glorious evolvers, stride forward towards becoming the most perfect creature in the multiverse, and listen to the teachings of the Supreme Lord.
Only in this way can you walk out of the darkness and embrace a better future."
As he said this, Tyfas's face was filled with creepy piety and fanaticism, and he strode forward with a group of Death Knights who had undergone complete transformation, destroying all the Demon Engines that blocked their way with overwhelming force.
"Father of New Phyrexia? Did you betray Nurgle and then turn to that unknown guy?" Vashtor narrowed his eyes and tested cautiously.
Although he has similar powers to some extent as the fragments of the star god "Void Dragon" Magradros who was defeated by the human emperor and sealed deep in Mars, and is almost immune to damage from all technological weapons, this does not mean that those demon engines are also immune.
In fact, from the beginning of the war until now, no long-range fire has been aimed at him. Instead, those guys with melee weapons are constantly approaching.
From this posture, it can be seen that the other party knows his abilities and weaknesses very well.
In addition, Vashtor had more or less heard rumors about Shuo Oil and was very interested in this programmable material that could change matter at the subatomic level.
It's just that I have never taken the time to do some research.
In the eyes of this demigod of the Warp, Zuo Si, who controls the power of the Shocking Oil, is undoubtedly a potential competitor and threat.
Because he could have gained strength from the worship and belief in the "God of Machines" within the Mechanicus, especially the Dark Mechanicus's malicious technology and inventions with no bottom line.
But since the appearance of the Shuoyou incarnation, most of the power that originally belonged to Vashtor has been divided away.
After all, Shuoyou is such a simple and easy-to-control tool that any oil man who masters the control method can use his knowledge to create unlimited possibilities. Even the creations of the dark technological age have been successfully cracked.
But "Wa Banxian" never expected that Zuo Si, whom he had always regarded as a strong rival, suddenly made a big move and directly joined forces with the Lord of Mankind to start a war that ignited the subspace.
Especially the godslaying battle that was taking place in the Garden of Nurgle, which made him see clearly the huge gap between himself and the enemy, and he had no intention of continuing to be their enemy.
What a joke! How could a mere demigod like me defeat a ruthless man who dared to kill Nurgle, the father of kindness?
So when Vashtor realized that Taifas and the huge army in front of him were coming on behalf of Zuo Si, his first reaction was to run away.
But then he thought, the entire subspace is full of expeditionary forces and demons exchanging opinions fiercely, where can he run to? Hide in the physical universe?
That's not his home ground, and he can't even exert his full strength. If he gets caught, you can imagine what will happen to him.
Just as this demigod of the Warp was racking his brains to find a way to resolve the current crisis, the voice of the Demon Judge Els suddenly echoed in the sky.
"Tyfas! What the hell are you doing? Get this guy quickly, we don't have time to waste here."
"Don't worry, don't you see that I am preaching to him the purpose of the great New Phyrexia and how noble and great the Supreme Father who created all this is?"
Typhas responded loudly at the top of his voice.
Since the two of them have similar identities and status, with only slight differences in division of labor, he does not need to be afraid of the other party.
"You idiot! Can't you see that Vashtor is stalling for time? He has no intention of actively throwing himself into the arms of the great father of New Phyrexia."
There was clear impatience in Els' tone.
As a Demon Judge who was transformed from the overlord of a small Necron dynasty, what he hated most was this kind of procrastination and inefficiency.
All the attempts to persuade people to surrender and publicize their purpose are just unnecessary.
Simply capture Vashtor and pour a few barrels of oil on him, and he will naturally understand the benefits of joining New Phyrexia.
After all, that's how he got here.
After receiving the reminder, Taifas immediately stared at "Wa Banxian" with an unfriendly look, gently waving the super-phase sword in his hand that was glowing green, and said in a threatening tone: "You'd better give me a satisfactory answer immediately, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."
"What if my answer is no?"
Vashtor slowly raised the Soul Forge Hammer in his hand, which was constantly spewing flames, and prepared for battle.
Obviously, with his personality, it is impossible for him to sit still and wait for death, let alone willingly submit to a certain force or a certain person.
Otherwise, why did they go to so much trouble to break away from the control of the four most powerful Chaos Gods and choose independence?
In fact, Vashtor has only one real goal, which is to become the fifth Chaos God of the Warp by studying the Primarch and the Emperor of Mankind.
After all, just because the Lord of Humanity doesn't want that position doesn't mean others don't want it.
The only way to avoid becoming a manipulated and fooled pawn in this great game dictated by Khorne, Tzeentch, Nurgle and Slaanesh is to put yourself at the table.
"I'm sorry, that's the wrong answer. It seems I need to teach you a lesson."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Taifas suddenly turned into a shadow and rushed out.
With the dual blessing of the scorching oil engine and the power of death, his speed was so fast that even many advanced instruments could hardly capture it. It took him less than 0.001 seconds to rush forward, intending to cut off the leg of this ungrateful guy.
However, Vashtor was obviously prepared and immediately swung his hammer and smashed it down hard.
Just as huge energy and boiling flames were spurting out from the front of the warhammer, he suddenly found that Tyfas had disappeared from in front of him. The warhammer passed through the afterimage and smashed into the ground with a bang, causing a violent vibration, and broken metal chips and sparks flew everywhere.
Just a moment later, Taifas appeared in person again, raised his foot and stomped on the hammer head that was deeply embedded in the ground, then swung the blade with all his strength and chopped it down.
Snap!
With a crisp sound, Vashtor's right leg, which was composed of a part of demon flesh and a large amount of mechanical structure, broke into two on the spot, and his huge body lost its balance and fell to the ground.
Obviously, Taifas successfully used the super-phase sword's ability to transfer dimensions, first luring the opponent into making a move and then using the gap between attacks to counterattack.
In terms of close combat experience, he is definitely much stronger than "Wa Banxian".
What's more, close combat was not Vashtor's forte, otherwise he would not have been killed by Azrael, the Supreme Grand Master of the Dark Angels Chapter, with a power sword in the Battle of the Ark of Evil.
But just when Taifas wanted to press on with his victory, Vashtor suddenly released a fierce psychic lightning from his body, and at the same time swung the sickle-like sharp blades embedded in the mechanical wings behind him.
The former was first electrocuted, leaving the outside burnt and the inside tender, and then his entire chest, abdomen, throat, and eyes were instantly pierced by the sharp blade.
"Do you think I really don't know that the Necrons' super-phased sword has the ability to travel through different dimensions? No, I did it on purpose. Because only in this way can I get rid of you at the lowest cost."
A creepy smile appeared on Vashtor's face, which had been extensively modified to the point where its original appearance was almost unrecognizable.
Not only that, countless fibers that looked like a mixture of flesh, blood and mechanical machinery suddenly emerged from the cross-section of his broken leg, reconnecting the broken part at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Just as the demigod of the Warp lifted up the "corpse" of Tyfas to intimidate the enemies who invaded his territory, the latter's pierced chest suddenly shattered without warning, followed by a large amount of shiny oil gushing out from the crack.
In just less than a second, "Wa Banxian" was covered in blood. Not only was his head, body, and face covered with blood, but more importantly, the fibrous tissue that had been cut open and was being reconnected to his thighs was completely dyed black by the oil, and it invaded the inside of his body at an extremely fast speed.
Typhas, who was pretending to be dead the previous second, suddenly came back to life the next second. He suddenly opened his arms and hugged the other person tightly, grinning and laughing ferociously: "Hahahaha! My old friend! Now you can finally bask in the glory of the great father of New Phyrexia."
"No! Let go! Get away from me!"
As the demigod of the Warp who was in charge of technology and invention, Vashtor had obviously realized what the two kinds of oil that had invaded his body were doing, and he immediately panicked and tried to push Taifas away.
But unfortunately it's all too late.
The power armor on Taifas' body, which looked nothing special, disintegrated into strong and powerful mechanical tentacles. In less than a few seconds, it entangled the neck, arms, and body of "Wa Banxian". The sharpest claws at the front even penetrated deeply into the interior and hooked the mechanical structure inside, continuously injecting two kinds of shiny oil into it.
The Demon Engines loyal to Vashtor wanted to rush up to rescue their master, but were suppressed by the fierce firepower of the warships above their heads. The legions on the ground soon continued to launch attacks to completely separate the Soul Forge's army from the Chaos Demigod.
“Do you feel the wonderful sensation of the sacred oil flowing into your body and soul?
Can you appreciate the nobility and greatness of the father of New Phyrexia?
Believe me, it may be a little painful at first, but soon you will be immersed in it and unable to extricate yourself.
Because there is no creature in the entire multiverse that is closer to perfection than we are.
This is a generous gift and recognition of you.
What you have to do is not to resist, but to accept it with gratitude!"
With his true identity hidden underneath the power mecha completely exposed, Taifas placed his head against the forehead of "Wa Banxian" and stared into the other's eyes that were emitting orange-red flames, emitting a frightening excitement and fanaticism from the bottom of his heart.
Because he could already imagine what kind of rich reward he would get if he could personally transform this Chaos Demigod that Zuo Si had chosen.
"You're dreaming! I will never be a puppet in the hands of others like you! I will not sit still and wait for death either! I will squeeze this damn black grease out of my body!"
Vashtor frantically activated his authority as the god of creation and invention, trying to use his divine power to excrete all the oil that had invaded his body.
If it was just ordinary sparkling oil, he might be able to do it with the skills and supernatural power he possessed.
But the problem is that Zuo Si had already upgraded Shuoyou to be more suitable for localization a long time ago.
With the blessing of countless mortals' faith, the Warp Oil is no longer the original version, but has been continuously iterating, forming an extremely huge projection of the Warp Oil Sea in the Warp.
However, Zuo Si did not use it easily, but hid it as his trump card.
Now, with the official declaration of war on the Chaos Gods of the Warp, it has finally been fully revealed.
No matter how hard Vashtor tried to expel the ordinary sparkling oil, the latter would return to his body in the next second and continue to complete his half-mechanical, half-demon body.
In less than ten minutes, most of his body was no longer under his control.
Even worse, the Warp Oil has seeped into his head, corroding his brain and consciousness, and eroding his essence and core as a demigod.
Soon, Vashtor's consciousness began to become confused. Countless knowledge and technologies from other universes poured into his brain like a tide, making it impossible for him to stay focused. Even his almost crazy struggle gradually weakened.
In the end, he was like a demonic engine that had lost its power, standing there in a fixed posture.
A large amount of black oil continuously gushed out from the body, constantly absorbing the surrounding matter and energy. The sickle-like sharp blade on the back was gradually transformed into a more flexible and complex mechanical tentacle.
After the partial transformation of the mechanical tentacles was completed, they began to dismantle the body of the subspace demigod.
There is no doubt that he is being perfected bit by bit.
Moreover, compared with the transformation of appearance brought by ordinary oil, the spiritual infection and assimilation are the most terrifying.
To be precise, within the demigod essence of the subspace that is invisible to outsiders, Vashtor has been completely immersed in the impact of the vast and boundless knowledge. He no longer has the slightest will to resist, but instead follows the phantom formed by Zuo Si's will injected into the sparkling oil to frantically learn and absorb.
When the transformation was completely completed, he, like Typhas, completely bowed down at the feet of the Father of New Phyrexia and became his most loyal supporter.
“Please forgive my previous ignorance, arrogance and disrespect, great Supreme Father.
If it were not for your generosity and kindness, how could a humble person like me have access to so many brilliant ideas and great inventions.
It is you who connects the infinite multiverse, and it is also you who has brought me to a height that does not belong to me, allowing me to look at everything from a more macro perspective.
I am guilty! I am guilty of an unforgivable crime! I actually used such a despicable and narrow-minded imagination to try to spy on your unparalleled wisdom. "
"Wa Banxian" in the spiritual world knelt on the ground and apologized to his new master with a pious face.
The projection of Zuo Si's will in the oil smiled and helped the demigod of the subspace up, and responded in a very gentle voice: "No need to apologize, because you deserve such treatment. Now get up and let your consciousness return to your new body. From now on, you are the Great Demon Judge above all the Demon Judges in this universe."
“Your will is my command.
I vow to spread your glory and that of New Phyrexia throughout the Warp.
What the hell are Khorne, Nurgle, Tzeentch and Slaanesh? How can you be compared with them! You should be the master of the entire warp and even the physical universe! "
Along with Vashtor's impassioned cry, the spiritual world he was in completely turned into a white light and disappeared.
About two or three seconds later, the eyes of the huge mechanical demon standing on the ground of the Soul Forge began to shine with dazzling light, and then its half-crouching body slowly stood up and raised the weapon in its hand that had been transformed into a heavy war hammer...
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