With the departure of the evil god of the Warp and the return of Robert Guilliman to the real universe, this Warp area that originally belonged to the Garden of Nurgle but has now become the new realm of the God of Death has completely returned to peace.
Because unlike Nurgle, the god of life and fertility, Jaina controls coldness and death, so there is nothing that can be called alive in the realm she rules.
Whether it was the rotten demons, zombies, and great unclean ones, or the maggots, mosquitoes, flies, bacteria, viruses, and fungi that formed a symbiotic relationship with them, or the twisted plants and animals that spread throughout every corner of the garden, they had all disappeared now.
In their place are trillions of undead souls that are born from the transition from life to death.
And their numbers are still increasing as the realm of death and the forces of order expand in the warp.
The most powerful and impressive of these is undoubtedly the massive mountain of flesh reshaped from the corpse of a giant Nurgle.
In previous battles, it had already demonstrated many terrifying abilities under Jaina's control, which once made Tzeentch dare not approach it easily.
But now, this ugly and ferocious-looking undead creature was crawling on the ground like a dog, opening its big mouth and sticking out its tongue to please its owner.
Although Nurgle's essence as the Chaos God of the Warp no longer exists, the huge life energy he left behind created a horrible monster when it fell into the opposite side.
Looking at the rapidly expanding death domain and the army of the undead, Jaina raised her hand and gently stroked her face, which was half a skeleton and half still had the beautiful appearance she had when she was alive. She turned around and said in a cold and emotionless tone: "I have now become the absolute master of this universe's death domain.
I draw strength from everything that has to do with death.
Whether it is death from war, or death from starvation, disease, plague and normal natural causes.
In time, it will be almost inevitable that he will surpass Khorne, Tzeentch and Slaanesh to become the most powerful evil god.
But the problem is that while I am constantly gaining power, I will also continue to be influenced by the thoughts, consciousness and spirit of mortals, and eventually become less and less like myself, until I become some kind of abstract consciousness aggregate.
Do you have any good ideas for this?"
Zuo Si thought for a moment and quickly shook his head: "Sorry, this is the rule of the universe we are in now, and no one can change it easily.
Otherwise, why do you think I only sent down a Shuoyou incarnation instead of letting my real body come?
Because if the real body descends, it will be dragged into the subspace in an instant due to the large amount of faith and worship, forming a powerful entity projection, which may even cause the extinguishing of the spark of the mage.
So I settled for the next best thing and created a huge sea of oil here, and absorbed matter and energy by transferring the oil.
But fortunately, through this in-depth exploration of the subspace and some information provided by the Lord of Mankind, I have found a way to avoid similar situations.
It just might require taking a little risk.”
"Oh? What's the method? What does risk mean?"
There was a strange light in Jaina's two completely different eyes.
To be precise, the half of her face that retained her original beautiful appearance still had eyes that emitted a cold deep blue, while the other half of the skull had a grayish-white glow that symbolized death.
Not only the face, but also the body is almost the same.
If nothing unexpected happens, this should represent the process of life from birth to death and have some special symbolic meaning.
If an ordinary person saw this combination of beauty and skeleton, he would definitely feel both physical and psychological discomfort.
But Zuo Si, who had long been accustomed to dealing with corpses and undead, had long been accustomed to it, and even felt the beauty of decay and death from it. He stretched out his cold metal hand to lift up the hair and gently brushed the other person's cheek, and explained in a slightly playful tone: "My method is actually very simple.
That is to save and back up your current thoughts and consciousness in the sea of oil, and keep a part of yourself connected with it.
This is like cloud storage in network technology.
Relying on the vast spiritual energy of the Oil Sea to resist the erosion of mortal thoughts and consciousness, and then through this storage and backup, repair and reset one's own consciousness every once in a while.
Most importantly, you can also control the oil to a certain extent, making it a tool to strengthen your own undead army."
"You mean... to make the Sparkling Oil Sea the source of the power of the entire subspace order?"
As one of the most mortal talented mages in Azeroth, Jaina was undoubtedly smart and immediately guessed Zuo Si's true intention.
Zuo Si smiled and nodded: "That's right.
You must understand that although we have injected the power of order into the warp, the chaos that has lasted for tens of millions of years still has an overwhelming advantage.
In other words, the power of Chaos had already formed its own source before the birth of Khorne, Tzeentch, Nurgle and Slaanesh.
That is why Chaos Evil Gods were born one after another.
But you are different. Although you are the first god born in the Warp with a strong tendency towards law, you do not have your own source of order.
On the contrary, your ascension to the divine is triumphing through the ritualistic process of death over life.
In order to prevent yourself from being eroded by the chaos and chaotic nature of the subspace, you need to find your own source of order.
And nothing is better suited to accomplish this mission than the sea of oil I created."
Hearing this, Jaina fell into deep thought.
Because she knew her master was right.
After all, the existence and development of a galaxy or even the entire universe is more inclined to chaos theory, and it is full of disorder, randomness, contingency and uncertainty.
That is why the subspace has gradually become what it is today in the projection of the real universe.
By the same token, after becoming the God of Death, Jaina would inevitably be affected by the various chaotic thoughts of mortals during the process of death, and inevitably evolve from order to chaos.
But if she closely connects her consciousness with the Sea of Oil, she can resist this erosion and ensure that the realm of death will always tend towards order, and then continue to expand until the chaos and order of the subspace form a delicate balance.
Of course, this is a long process and also requires the birth of more gods of order.
After figuring this out, Jaina raised her head and asked directly: "What should I do?"
"It's simple. Close your eyes, relax yourself, and I'll take care of the rest."
As he spoke, Zuo Si held up the other person's face with both hands, and suddenly a large amount of Warp Oil gushed out from his palms, injecting it all into the skeletal half of Jaina's body.
Under the effect of the sparkling oil, after a while, the original white bones were covered with metal muscles, bones and skin.
An electronic eye emitting red light appeared in the eye socket that had no eyeball.
Almost at the same time, his authority and essence as the god of death were gradually infected, until a channel was formed that was stably connected to the Shocking Oil Sea.
After doing all this, Zuo Si let go of his hand and looked at the changed Jaina in front of him, and asked with interest: "How do you feel now?"
"Hmm... It seems a bit strange, as if there are two consciousnesses and two personalities existing at the same time."
Jaina slowly opened her eyes and raised the mechanical arm transformed from bones, a very confused expression appeared on her face.
“That’s right.
Because your consciousness and personality have been uploaded and stored in the vast ocean of oil.
When you connect to it, it feels a little weird.
But don't worry, you just need to distinguish and remember which one is the backup and which one is your current self.
At that time, as long as the connection is established every once in a while and the backup is used to correct the personality, it can be ensured that it will never be corrupted by chaos.
In fact, it was this constant self-correction that allowed the Lord of Mankind to not be driven crazy by those messy beliefs and prayers for tens of thousands of years.
The only difference is that the storage method he used was not the oil sea, but the golden throne that was built with unknown technology.
When Robert Guilliman woke up and met him for the first time, he saw the Emperor who had fallen into a half-crazy state due to a long period of lack of personality correction.
Zuo Si told everything he knew without any concealment.
"I see!"
Jaina suddenly realized.
She had always been a little confused as to why the Lord of Mankind behaved like a mentally disturbed lunatic at one time, and sometimes could handle various crises wisely and calmly by appearing in spirits, possessing people, sending out cursed legions, and creating living saints.
But now the truth is out.
This also explains why the emperor never took the final step towards becoming a god.
Because his personality has not been tainted by mortal beliefs, he is still the great leader who was willing to make all sacrifices for the continuation of the human race ten thousand years ago.
After realizing this, Jaina immediately asked in an uncertain tone, "Do you think he will choose to ascend to godhood like me?"
"have no idea.
Maybe, maybe not.
Anyway, I have already put another path to becoming a god in front of him. It depends on his own choice as to how to do it.
Moreover, I feel that if the Emperor could bring together those loyal Primarchs to ascend to gods and build a huge human pantheon, with the current size of humanity in the Milky Way, it would certainly not be a problem to suppress the Chaos forces in the Warp and replicate the process of the rise of the Eldar.
Okay, let's stop discussing the human empire and the emperor.
Now you'd better deal with Mortarion and his Death Guard legions."
After saying that, Zuo Si cast his gaze towards the demon primarch who was standing motionless in the distance as if he had lost his soul. Then he picked up the huge green gem that was transformed from the eye of Nurgle that fell on the ground, opened a portal to the physical universe, and disappeared on the spot.
To be precise, ever since the slaying of Nurgle, the Death Guard and their Gene-Father have remained in this state of complete stillness.
Because the faith in their hearts collapsed.
The huge spiritual impact was no less than the physical death and decay at the time of the fall.
And out of respect for the Lord of Mankind and Roboute Guilliman, Jaina did not convert these traits when transforming the Garden of Nurgle into the Realm of Death, but completely ignored them.
However, the emperor and the imperial regent obviously did not care about their life or death, and never even mentioned it from beginning to end.
This means that the Death Guard has become a complete abandonment.
pain!
despair!
remorse!
As the power of Nurgle disappeared from their bodies, the silly smiles of madmen and mental patients were no longer seen on their faces, and swelling, ulcers and various diseases in the body began to torture their fragile nerves once again.
Some guys with severely distorted appearances couldn't even stand up, and could only struggle to kneel on the ground or simply lie down, twitching violently and uncontrollably from head to toe.
Without a doubt, this is the most real and also the cruelest reality after losing the blessing of Nurgle.
Don't be fooled by the fact that many people call him "kind father" and think that as long as they throw themselves into his arms they can be free from the suffering brought by disease and plague.
But in fact, that thing, like various narcotics, cannot solve the problem fundamentally. It only temporarily paralyzes the nerves through the power of the subspace.
When the blessing of Nurgle disappears, all the pain will emerge at once in double the amount, making it impossible for people to live or die.
"Motarion, do you have anything to say now?"
Jaina walked straight up to the demon primarch in front of her, who looked like a large fluttering moth, with naked and undisguised contempt in her eyes.
Because in her opinion, the other party was like a clown and a shrew. She never looked for problems in herself from beginning to end, but only blamed others.
This is completely different from Arthas, who fell into the trap of the dreadlord and became corrupted in order to save the kingdom of Lordaeron.
It can't even be compared to her voluntarily putting on the Helm of Domination and becoming the Lich King in order to save her lover.
If one had to describe Mortarion's life in one word, it would undoubtedly be "twisted".
On the one hand, he has a very strong and sensitive self-esteem, and would regard many people's kindness and help as contempt for himself. At the same time, he is very jealous of those brothers who are favored and valued by the emperor.
On the other hand, he was an out-and-out Social Darwinist who believed that might is right, that emperors and empires are hypocritical, that there is no need to care for non-combatant civilians, and that he felt from the bottom of his heart that everyone except soldiers is an inferior.
What's even more ridiculous is that as the one who hated psychic powers the most among all the Primarchs, after a fierce battle with his good brother Chagatai Khan, he actually started to study psychic powers directly, and even found an almost ridiculous excuse for himself, which was that in order to defeat the demons and psykers in the Warp, he needed to learn and understand the relevant knowledge.
As a result, as I learned more, my room was filled with various spell scrolls and magical instruments.
This is basically just like having a negative distance communication with a lady in the name of combating prostitution, which is pure self-deception.
However, this is just a small manifestation of Mortarion's countless bizarre thought processes.
Later, he was led by Typhas and had no choice but to throw himself into the arms of Nurgle, which made countless people complain that Typhas was the primarch of the Death Guard Legion, and Mortarion was only fit to be a company commander.
Because it's really embarrassing.
Of all the Primarchs, he was the only Gene-Father to be overthrown by his inferiors.
After becoming Nurgle's lackey, Typhas completely ignored Mortarion's orders and acted alone, never taking the latter seriously from beginning to end.
Having reached this point, one can basically be given the title of "the shame of the Primarch".
Although in terms of personal strength, this guy should be ranked among the top few among the Primitives, and is a very capable fighter.
"What can I say now? I am just a pawn played by fate. Now that I have chosen this path, there is no turning back."
Mortarion took off the mask on his face, revealing a pale face covered with raised pimples.
Unlike other people who surrendered to Nurgle, he did not suffer from severe swelling, decay or mutation. It was just that his eyes seemed to have cataracts.
I don't know whether the Primarch's resistance was higher or Nurgle showed mercy.
"In that case, then embrace the true power of death and become my tool."
As the last word came out of her mouth, Jaina suddenly released a large amount of gray-white psychic energy symbolizing death, enveloping the entire Death Guard Corps.
Soon, the mutated, swollen and decayed parts of their bodies disappeared completely, replaced by undead bodies that looked somewhat shriveled and thin.
Especially the Demon Primarch, the skin and muscles on his face seemed to have lost blood and moisture and were tightly attached to his bones. His lips could not even completely cover his teeth, and he looked like a living mummy or skeleton.
As the bone-chilling chill spread, the Death Guard finally completed their transformation, and they all knelt on the ground and swore allegiance to the new god.
Especially Mortarion, who had finally obtained the coveted power of death, lowered his head with great humility for the first time, and there was no trace of rebelliousness in his eyes anymore.
Because Jaina is a god of death who favors order and will never allow even the slightest resistance or disobedience.
"Now I appoint you as the commander of the Scourge expeditionary force. You are responsible for leading the fleet to attack the Chaos forces and consume their strength at all costs."
Jaina gave direct orders to the Death Guard.
After all, becoming the God of Death is just the beginning. There are still many things to do next, and she needs someone to continue the war on her behalf.
This is also the main purpose of transforming this battle-hardened legion.
"As you wish, great goddess of death."
Mortarion made a low, hoarse sound, then slowly stood up, revealing a power mecha that had been transformed by rune magic and looked like a death knight's armor.
Not only him, but also the other Astartes warriors of the Death Guard Legion are like this.
With the power granted by Jaina, the Primarch who embraced death immediately began to summon the legion, gathering together all the undead creatures transformed from demons in the realm of death, and boarding the huge death fortress to drive towards the front line where fierce fighting was taking place.
Obviously, the real purpose of this move is to normalize and prolong the unprecedented subspace war, and gradually reduce dependence on external force input from the physical universe.
After Mortarion set off, Jaina asked Wa Banxian without even turning her head: "Based on the current casualties, how long do you think this war can last without the intervention of the master?"
After all, Shuoyou creatures originally possess powerful self-repair capabilities.
Even if they are severely damaged, they can still maintain the combat effectiveness of some of the expeditionary forces by devouring each other.
Furthermore, the corpses and spiritual energy left behind by those demons after their death will also provide some material and energy."
After a little thought, Vashtor gave an exact time.
"That means there is no need for us to rush, right?" Jaina continued to ask expressionlessly.
Vashtor answered without hesitation: "Yes, the ones who should be anxious now are Khorne, Tzeentch, and Slaanesh.
Because with the infusion of the power of order and the creation of the great oil sea by the father of New Phyrexia, they can no longer stir up warp storms as they please to affect the real universe as before.
Even the huge crack that tore the galaxy apart showed signs of healing.
In other words, as long as this war continues, the chaotic forces in the Warp will continue to shrink until they return to the state around the 30th millennium when humanity unification is achieved.
What's more, the Soul Forge area that I rule is also producing various demon engines and war weapons day and night."
"Very good!" Jaina finally showed satisfaction after hearing this answer. "I will need 50 to 100 years to shape the Death Realm. The war and logistics will be left to you."
"No problem, this is exactly what I am good at."
Vashtor placed one hand on his chest and bowed slightly to express his obedience and respect to the new goddess of death.
…
With the end of the Plague War, the death of the four Chaos Gods Nurgle, and the ascension of Jaina, Zuo Si finally achieved his goals through a series of plans and interventions.
Similarly, Robert Guilliman also saved the precarious human empire as he wished.
Although there are still threats such as Abaddon, Orks, Tyranids and Necrons, at least there is no need to worry about corruption from the Warp, and we can start to solve the numerous internal problems that have accumulated for tens of thousands of years.
If the empire established by the Great Crusade launched by the Emperor was a system that was barely able to run by stringing together a bunch of messy codes, then the empire today is a system that has been patched up with countless bugs and has been running for a long time. At first glance, it is a system full of shitty codes and is on the verge of collapse.
Even Robert Guilliman, the famous operations master, Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar, and founder of the Second Empire, could not help but remain silent after carefully reading all the information.
Although he had long anticipated that the empire's current administrative and judicial systems were rotten, he never expected them to be rotten to such an appalling degree.
Needless to say, the infamous Inquisition is simply a gathering place for crazy people, and their final fate is either to go crazy or to be corrupted by chaos.
Anyone who can work mentally and normally until retirement can be 100% confirmed to be slacking off.
The administrative system basically does nothing except ensure tax collection, allowing planetary governors and sector governors to do whatever they want.
In many areas, more than half of the population does not even have basic living security and can only be bound to their jobs like slaves, working day and night. They will be exhausted to death between the ages of 35 and 40.
Others were simply charged with a crime and sent to the Mechanicus to be turned into "machine servants" or "wetware (human organs, mainly the brain)", or sent to Zuo Si as soul currency in exchange for various goods and weapons and equipment.
The worst thing is that for an empire of this size, daily administrative work is done not with computers, but with pen and paper.
Yes, you read that right.
Such a powerful Galactic Empire was actually built on the primitive basis of pen and paper.
Just the daily expenses, equipment status, material supplies, and personnel losses of a legion would require dozens or even hundreds of pages of paper to record.
If it were expanded to a planet, a star region, or even an entire empire, it would be a terrible disaster for statisticians and auditors.
To sum up, one can imagine how low the empire's administrative efficiency was, how serious the level of corruption and abuse of power was.
The reason for this magical situation is, on the one hand, due to the extreme distrust of artificial intelligence, and on the other hand, the computer system is very vulnerable to erosion by the Dark Mechanicus and the power of the subspace.
Looking at the piles of documents and the large number of shocking records on the table, Robert Guilliman couldn't help but hold his forehead and smiled bitterly: "Well, now I understand what Soth meant when he said that it is a miracle that the empire can survive until today.
I am afraid that in the entire history of the human race, there is no regime as brutal, cruel, ruthless and extreme as the Empire.
No wonder so many people hate it for choosing to throw themselves into the arms of chaos.
If it weren’t for the support of the state religion, it would have collapsed amidst the rebellions.”
"Are you disappointed with the situation within the empire?" the hero Felix asked cautiously.
Robert Guilliman shook his head slightly. "No, I'm not disappointed. I just feel that the people of the Empire have suffered too much in the past ten thousand years, and a large part of this is the fault of the Emperor and us Primarchs. In addition, what do you think about the smuggling reported by some planetary governors near the Botas sector?"
"Stowaway?"
Felix was stunned for a moment, then he turned his gaze to the reports in the upper right corner of the desk and showed a helpless expression.
“I think this should be normal.
After all, in such remote and backward areas, most colonized planets basically adopt slavery, serfdom or feudalism.
The lower class people seem to be living in darkness and despair.
In the past, since other planets around them were like this, they had no other choice at all.
But now, as more and more people know about the wealth and prosperity of the Botas star zone, and as trade activities become more and more frequent, these civilians who see hope will naturally choose to go to a better place to make a living.
I think from a personal perspective this is understandable.
Although perhaps in the eyes of the Planetary Governor, the Inquisition, and the Ecclesiarchy, all stowaways are disloyal and should be punished with death."
It has to be said that the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar are indeed one of the few lighthouses of the human empire.
If someone was born in another region, it would be absolutely impossible for them to say such objective and rational words, and they would directly call for the killing of the illegal immigrants.
Robert Guilliman was obviously very satisfied with his genetic offspring's position, and continued to speak: "But the really interesting thing about these reports is that the planetary governors of all the planets where smuggling occurred have begun to improve people's livelihood either voluntarily or forced to do so.
About half of them even abolished slavery and serfdom and significantly reduced tax rates.
Obviously, this is what South referred to as voting with one's feet.
According to his theory, in the competition among civilizations, if a regime is unable to allow its people to maintain a relatively comfortable and decent life, then there will be a large population loss.
I think the emperor must have seen this, so he allowed him to establish a second human regime.
In this way, the empire could complete internal reforms through this competition.
Of course, it doesn’t matter if we fail. Even if the empire destroys human civilization, it can continue in another way.”
"What? Those greedy planetary governors actually chose to give in instead of suppressing!"
Felix's mouth opened in surprise, his eyes looking as if he had seen the warlike green-skinned orcs holding hands, singing and dancing.
“Because they dare not suppress it violently, otherwise the exodus of the lower-class people will not only not stop but will intensify.
When the population drops to a certain level, the planetary governor will be executed for failing to pay the tithe in time.
In the past, the empire was isolated, and even trade between star regions could only be conducted through Rogue Merchants, so most planetary governors were fearless.
Because civilians have no chance to contact the outside world and no ability to resist tyranny.
But now with the promulgation of the new decree and Soth's huge transport fleet and production capabilities, he can maintain frequent trade with many star regions at the same time.
This means that whether the governors are willing or not, they must face the reality that they no longer have an absolute monopoly on the population under their rule, but must compete with Soth. "
Having said this, Robert Guilliman suddenly paused, and a smile appeared on his face.
“There are only two options before the Governor.
Either choose to improve people's livelihood and prevent a large outflow of population, or lie down and wait to be punished and executed by the empire when you can no longer pay the tithe.
I think most people would choose the former.
This will cause the environment within the empire to ease from a high-pressure state.
In addition, stable trade will strengthen the ties between various planets and star regions, allowing originally poor and backward areas to gain development opportunities while increasing commercial tax revenue.
So although the empire lost a large number of people after the promulgation of that decree, it was actually beneficial to the overall situation.
I could ignore the Governors and start working to split the power of the Inquisition and restore some normalcy to this sick and twisted justice system.
Then let the normal judicial system supervise the bureaucratic system.
In this way, it won’t be long before the Empire gradually emerges from the darkness of the fortieth millennium.”
Obviously, for the Imperial Regent, there are currently two most troublesome institutions that need to be dealt with, one is the Inquisition and the other is the State Religion.
The former represents unchecked power of terror, where the Inquisitor can do almost anything he wants as long as the reason is justified, whether it is suddenly kicking down the door and killing everyone in the room without trial, or demanding that the High Lords Council sign an extermination order.
The latter involves the religious beliefs and ideologies of more than 99 percent of the population.
Any attempt to reform any of them would be like treading on a minefield.
The hero Felix warned cautiously: "It is not easy to split the Tribunal. I think you'd better be cautious, otherwise there will be a big mess."
"Don't worry, I have won the support of the Guards, and the Guards are the only legion that does not need to look at the face of the Inquisition."
A confident smile appeared on Robouti Guilliman's face.
If there was one thing that he gained most from this journey, it was undoubtedly proving to everyone that he represented the will of the Lord of Mankind.
Therefore, the imperial guards, who had always obeyed the emperor's orders, bowed down without saying a word.
What does it mean to have the full support of the Custodes on Terra? It means that no matter what you do, you have the most powerful military guarantee! It is precisely because of this that Robert Guilliman dared to take action against the Inquisition, the largest power institution in the Empire.
However, it is foreseeable that the Inquisition, which has enjoyed unregulated power for thousands of years, will never be willing to fall from the altar like this.
Their top leaders will inevitably make a final desperate stand just like the High Lords Council before them.
As for what will happen, no one knows.
But what is certain is that there will be a great power struggle on Terra.
Of course, these have little to do with Zuo Si.
At present, he is working with Jinji Tasha to study the fragments of the Star God sent back by the Planeswalker.
"How about it, have you figured out what this thing is?"
Zuo Si asked as he stared at the big hand of the shiny oil incarnation placed on the experimental table.
Jinji Tasha answered very straightforwardly: "Yes, I have almost figured it out.
I have to say that the Star God is really a very wonderful life form.
The first thing that can be confirmed is that they are not real gods. They have neither divine essence nor divine power. All the power they display comes from the original cosmic energy.
In other words, the Star Gods and the Infinity Gems are actually somewhat similar. Although there are differences in strength, they all represent one or several permissions.
Although I haven't figured out why they devour stars and mortal souls, I can confirm that it is definitely not for survival.
Most importantly, I can use some magic and devices to remove the remaining consciousness inside so that it can be used by you."
"You mean... to make this fragment into equipment or props similar to the Infinity Stones?" Zuo Si raised his eyebrows in surprise.
“That’s right.
I plan to refine it and make it into a gem.
However, since your spark has not yet connected to that universe, it can only be given to the Shuoyou incarnation for use.
Besides that, I hope to collect more Star God fragments for more in-depth research.
If possible, it would be best to have a complete star god.
This is really important.
If we can find a way to perfect the Star God, then Shuoyou can go one step further and gain the supreme power to perfect all existence in the multiverse."
When saying this, Jinjitasha's tone was full of excitement and excitement.
Because to him, the Star God fragments were simply the most incredible creations among all the life-related objects he had studied.
Although in terms of strength, the Star Gods may not be as powerful as the Titans in the universe where the planet Azeroth is located, nor are they as powerful as the humans who have awakened their bloodline power in the world of Sanctuary.
But this cannot conceal its unique existence and life form.
"A complete star god..."
Zuo Si touched his chin and the name of the "outsider" Saranoga first came to his mind.
Because this is the only complete star god in the Warhammer universe, and it is now turning into a Dyson sphere floating in the outer periphery of the Milky Way.
The reason was that this guy had hallucinations caused by the Eldar God of Laughter Xigaoqi, and he mistook the rest of the star gods for the Eldar gods in disguise. As a result, after eating them, his mind was filled with the mumbling of the dead star gods, and he fell into a state of mental confusion.
The Tyranids happened to pass by him when they invaded the galaxy, and were so scared that they took a big detour.
As for the other Star Gods, they were basically either eaten in the process of infighting, or shattered into pieces by the backstabs of the Necrons, and the pieces were shattered very, very thoroughly.
Belisarius Cawl alone discovered a dozen or so C'tan shard-powered battery packs in the Lighthouse of Sosa.
One can imagine how ruthless the Necrons were in order to prevent them from gathering together and resurrecting.
Some of the Star God fragments that have gathered together and possess enough intelligence have even merged into a dozen or even dozens of pieces.
Therefore, if you want to get a complete star god, the "outsider" Saranoga is almost the only choice.
But the problem is that Zuo Si is not sure whether his Shuoyou incarnation can beat this guy.
After all, another person who was known as the strongest star god, Nightbringer, frightened the Ancient Sage so much that he almost peed his pants when he first showed up, which shows how powerful he is.
Just as he was pondering whether to give it a try, Jinjitaxia had already completed the separation of the consciousness of the Star God fragment, peeling the essence of the fragment from the metal hand, and gradually shaping it into a gem emitting a silver translucent glow.
However, this gem seems to be unstable, always switching between solid and liquid.
The latter took quite a while to gradually solidify it.
Finally, this gem that shone like mercury slowly fell into Zuo Si's palm.
"Great Father of New Phyrexia, now the authority to control all power in the universe belongs to you."
Jinji Tasha bent down solemnly and bowed deeply.
“Well done.
As a recognition of your recent research results, I allow you to go to the Warhammer universe to communicate with Vashtor.
All your questions concerning the Warp and the C'tan can be discussed with him.
I think he should know something about this."
Zuo Si fiddled with the gem, feeling the power contained in it, and decisively gave the Blue Demon Judge the reward he wanted most.
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