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 towed 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 warp.
Just like God cannot bleed.
当混沌邪神不再是无敌的，而是被证明也会受伤、会被更加强大的克制力量杀死，那人们对于他们的敬畏跟恐惧就会变弱许多。
同样的，信仰和崇拜他们的人也会断崖式的减少。
“你以为这就完了？”
左思用看待白痴的眼神瞥了一眼原体，紧跟着抬起头注视着天空中现身的恐虐、奸奇和色孽，还有正在疯狂吞噬纳垢尸体将其转化成为死亡形态的吉安娜，嘴角微微上翘的低语道：“真正的好戏这才刚刚开始呢。”
话音未落！
纳垢那宛如山峰一样的巨大尸体彻底失去了所有的生机，包括他体内共存的蛆虫、细菌、病毒和各种各样的生物与微生物也全部彻底死亡，只剩下一副被死亡力量所驱使的亡灵傀儡。
同一时间，趴在纳垢身体上的吉安娜也终于迎来了自己的蜕变时刻。
只见一道黑灰色的光柱冲天而起，直接填补了纳垢死亡后留下的空缺。
原本一片“生机勃勃”的纳垢花园在短短几分钟之内就彻底变成了冰冷死亡的领域。
正在交战的天灾军团和纳垢魔军在这股席卷而来的恐怖灵能风暴影响下，迅速转化为新生死亡之神的仆从。
当那团黑色的漩涡逐渐凝聚成一个身披黑色铠甲与斗篷、手持黑色巨型镰刀的女性身影后，整个升神仪式才终于结束。
此时此刻的纳垢花园再也没有半点亚空间的混乱与无序，而是充斥着压倒性的守序属性，所有的一切都在新生死神的支配下形成既定的规则。
更可怕的是这种秩序的力量还在以缓慢的速度不断外溢，对整个亚空间造成了巨大无比的影响。
光是跟头顶降临的另外三位混沌邪神混乱本质的对抗就已经导致了震耳欲聋的轰鸣声和剧烈灵能爆炸。
任谁都能感受得到，新死神吉安娜与恐虐、奸奇和色孽在本质上就是完全对立的，不存在一丁点缓和的可能。
“啧啧，我们好像来晚了一步，不是吗？”
有着雌雄同体性感身材和充满诱惑声线的色孽率先打破沉默。
作为四大混沌邪神中最年轻的一位，他/她显然并不喜欢既丑陋又肮脏更无法带来半点欢愉的纳垢，所以对于后者的死亡完全不在意。
恐虐则盯着那具被复活的亡灵躯体，一脸鄙夷的说道：“这就是弱者的必然结局。纳垢总是强调信徒之间要有爱和谐，会落得今天这个结局一点都不让我感到意外。呸！他可真是把我们混沌四神的脸都丢尽了！”
“呵呵，变化，阴谋、诡计和完全超出预计的意外，这简直就是一场精彩绝伦的表演。
我喜欢这个外来者，还有跟他一起的那位新神。
如果再算上人类皇帝，现在坐上桌子的玩家已经达到了惊人的六个。
我都无法想象接下来的游戏会变得有多么惊险刺激。”
奸奇摆出一副陶醉的样子发出赞叹。
如果说在三位混沌邪神中有谁最想要看到这个结果，那一定非他莫属。
因为剧烈的变化和可能涉及到的惊天欺骗、阴谋、诡计，都会让这个喜欢四处搞事情的搅屎棍感到愉悦。
没办法，谁让这就是抽象概念神的通病呢。
他们根本无法压抑自己的天性，哪怕明知道某件事情可能会对自己造成毁灭性的打击，也依旧会忍不住想要看看发生之后的结果，而不是提前阻止破坏。
除了眼前这几位以外，灵族的笑神——嬉高奇也是一个非常典型的例子。
此时此刻，在这片已经被转化成死亡的领域中，代表混沌的恐虐、奸奇和色孽站在一起，而象征着秩序的吉安娜、左思和使用皇帝力量的罗伯特·基里曼站在一起，仿佛象预示着亚空间未来可能出现的局面。
“要开战吗？”
成功晋升为死亡之神的吉安娜用不是很确定的语气问了一句。
左思笑着回答道：“有恐惧和奸奇在，我想这场战斗恐怕是避免不了的。不过注意点别太用力，毕竟这只是一次试探，没必要暴露所有的底牌。”
“知道了。”
吉安娜猛然间抬起手开始召唤整个领域内的死亡力量强化自身，然后猛地迈出一大步冲奸奇勾了勾手指。
后者立马做出回应。
转瞬之间，两人就已经跨过空间上的距离打成一团。
“所以我的对手是色孽？”
罗伯特·基里曼全身上下绽放着刺眼的金光苦笑着询问。
他还算有自知之明，知道自己肯定打不过见血就发疯的恐虐，而是想要挑一个“软”柿子。
当然，这个软之所以要打双引号是因为即便是目前公认最弱、最年轻的混沌邪神，也绝对不是区区一个原体能碰瓷的。
哪怕有人类之主力量的加持，帝国摄政所能做到的也仅仅只是拖延一点时间而已。
色孽无疑也察觉到了这一点，立刻伸出一条宛如异形般又长又尖的舌头舔了舔嘴唇，笑着挑逗道：“来呀，可爱的小帅哥，我已经迫不及待要教导你如何开发自身潜力来获取到更多的快乐了。
要知道你那位兄弟福格瑞姆可是在我的调教下学会了很多东西。
虽然你们之前可能有点小过节。
但请相信我，没有什么是一场赤身裸体的欢愉盛宴解决不了的。
如果有，那就再来一场。
最重要的是，我非常期待看到你们兄弟之间所能产生的激情，那种画面光是想想就让人觉得兴奋。
毕竟最开始的时候，我可是打算把福格瑞姆和圣洁列斯这对让无数人为之疯狂的帅哥凑成一对。
只可惜圣洁列斯太过于顽固最终战死了。
要知道他死的时候我可是伤心了好久。
不过现在刚好可以用你来作为替代品。”
说罢，色孽开始用一种毫不掩饰的变态目光上下打量着罗伯特·基里曼。
尤其是后者挺翘的臀部和健壮的胸大肌，还有那张宛如古希腊大理石雕塑般硬朗英俊的面容。
才短短几秒钟左右，他/她那原本呈现出女性特征的部分就突然毫无征兆的支起了小帐篷。
不得不说，这一幕给钢铁直男的罗伯特·基里曼造成了巨大的精神冲击，整个人顿时变得暴怒无比。
作为见多识广且拥有超级大脑的原体，他几乎一瞬间就意识到色孽这摆明了是想要上自己，而且还要带上把自己打得沉睡了一万年的福格瑞姆一起。
那种被前后夹击的恐怖画面光是想想都让人觉得恶心，以至于帝国摄政忍不住原地打了个哆嗦，下意识用另外一只手捂住了自己的屁股。
仿佛下一刻色孽或者福格瑞姆就会突然出现在身后发起“偷袭”。
就在罗伯特·基里曼犹豫要不要跟左思换个对手的时候，来自人类之主更强大的灵能开始注入身体。
很显然，这是皇帝在告诉他不要怂，上去干死色孽，老爹给你撑腰。
于是乎原体瞬间又有了信心和勇气，挥舞着皇帝之剑展开狂风骤雨般的猛烈攻击。
随着另外四个都确认了自己的对手并正式开打，眼下就只剩下左思和正面作战能力最强的恐虐。
“从你来到这个宇宙的那一刻开始，我就注意到了你的存在。”
恐虐张开嘴用一种充斥着血腥、杀戮和狂暴的语气缓缓说道。
“所以呢？”
左思轻轻抚摸着已经变成手臂的魔剑剑刃，眼神中透露出毫不掩饰的敌意。
他可不会忘记自己来到战锤宇宙第一个遭遇到的亚空间生物就是对方的大魔——夺颅者，并且还隔空交手打了一架。
“我希望你能在接下来的战斗中表现的令我满意。”
伴随着最后一个字脱口而出，恐虐突然化作一抹红色流光消失了。
仅仅不到一毫秒之后……
轰！！！！！ 他手中沾满鲜血且看上去像是锯齿状的利斧直接与化作手臂的魔剑发生碰撞。
在强大神力的加持下，这一击如果是在现实宇宙绝对能轻而易举劈开一颗星球。
但可喜的是这里属于新生死神吉安娜的领域，同时也是混沌亚空间第一块诞生的秩序之地。
这也就意味着恐虐的力量由于是客场作战所以不可避免遭到限制，而左思的力量则得到了主场优势的大幅强化。
再加上烁油化身本身就是一个类似中子星一样的超级材料，其质量早已通过吞噬超越大部分的恒星，因此愣是站在原地连一步都没有挪动过。
“就这？”
左思抬起头用略带轻蔑的语气发出了嘲讽。
如果说在混沌邪神中有谁是他最不畏惧的，那一定是眼前的血神。
因为这家伙不仅暴躁、易怒、冲动、嗜血，完全就像是遵从原始本能和欲望的野兽，而且所有攻击手段基本都是简单粗暴的砍砍砍、杀杀杀。
拥有强大防护特性且拥有无限恢复能力的烁油化身最不怕的遇到这样的对手。
"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.