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Chapter 89 Chapter 89, Emperor: There is no God. (Updates will be added with monthly tickets for the new book issue)

This blessing was peeled off from the nun when Efilar joined the Heart Network. She never thought that she would once again become the medium to connect the emperor at this moment.

The majestic and solemn voice of the emperor flooded into my mind, but the voice I heard this time was completely different from the last time - it was no longer as friendly and easy-going as last time, but it was inviolable and full of divinity.

You are my biological son,

He offered his utmost sincerity to me,

I will carve it carefully and forge it with all my heart.
Knives can chop and axe, but their shape will not be damaged;

The vicious plague is not easy on his heart;
The beauty and beast's head will not change its ambition;
Get up,

My son!

There is no true God in the world, and no one is worthy of your bow! ——

Golden sunlight pierces the bloody desert.

He is here, He is here, He is here!
Although all sentient beings and spirits have not yet seen Him, every molecule can clearly feel His arrival.

The darkness that swallowed everything burst the whole world like popping a balloon.

The dark stars are bright and fierce, He is omnipresent and omnipresent.

The scorching power he radiates burns and melts everything around him, not even light is immune, so he is pure black in silence.

Horrible, beautiful, incredible, unimaginable - the Lord of Darkness is here, and every grain of sand dyed red with blood is evaporating.

The sky, desert, blood, atmosphere... everything is being destroyed.

The same was true for the warrior shrouded in the blood shadow. Endless blood evaporated from his body, and he roared with great rage.

The anger contained in the roar filled the whole world in an instant.

This spiritual world is torn apart by two brutal forces.

Half is the color of blood, and the other half is the darkness of silence.

The two forces fought together in an unimaginable way, and everything in this world was being affected. Only Dukel was shrouded in golden light, watching everything happen.

After the original body heard the emperor's words clearly, the corner of his mouth twitched unconsciously - Old man, it's now this time, you still have to emphasize that there is no god.
Apart from admiring his original intention, what else can Dukel say?

He raised his head and watched the duel. Although he couldn't understand it, he was deeply shocked. This is not an adjective, but a fact. Just watching his battle, he felt that his soul and essence were trembling.

Fortunately, his soul and essence both possess the status of a demi-god. Otherwise, just watching this incredible battle would be enough to shatter his soul and split his essence.

This incomprehensible war was still going on, but Duker's eyes narrowed slightly - he suddenly thought, could all of this be part of Tzeentch's plan? !
He didn't see through the master of destiny's plan. This was deduced from the current result orientation.

Yes, the games of the gods have lasted for a long time. Their games have lasted for so long that everyone has subconsciously forgotten that in their eyes, even as great as the demigods, they are just chess. It's just a slightly eye-catching chess piece on the table.

The targets that the gods deliberately target are, after all, each other.

Dukel reviewed everything that had happened recently.

If you understand it in a simple and easy-to-understand way——

That is, the gods were playing cards in the chess and card room, and at the same time they took a fancy to the new gold card (Dukele) in the card pool. The loving father took the lead in drawing the card. After trying to win gold to no avail, he simply gave up the card.

The remaining three players were not determined to give up, and agreed to draw cards together and work together to drain the card pool.

The current result is that although Slaanesh and Tzeentch also spent money to no avail, they only lost a little money, which is not painful to them at all.

But the situation with Khorne is more serious.

He spent the most money and had the highest probability of drawing a gold card. At a certain moment, his fingertips had touched this golden card - but at this moment, a strong man suddenly jumped out of the chess table. Shouting that this card belonged to him, he not only snatched the gold card back, but even chopped off two of the Blood God's fingers!

This is definitely something the others would like to see.

And the person most likely to contribute to this result is the Lord of Destiny.

Of course, this is just the speculation of the original body. After all, as the Lord of Change, no one can yet understand Tzeentch's thoughts and behavior.

While he was thinking.

In the already turbulent subspace, an unprecedented storm was set off at this moment. Although the Emperor and Khorne did not engage in a direct confrontation in the physical universe or the High Heavens, they only had a brief collision in the spiritual world.

But it also caused the two major etheric realms of true north and northwest to inevitably shift and collide.

The aftermath of their collision set off huge waves in the sea of ​​souls. As a result, the waterways of countless worlds were isolated and became hidden islands.

"Roar!--"

The blood god's roar filled with endless fury echoed throughout the sea of ​​souls. Even the world in the most secret corners was infected by the anger in his roar, and bloodshed suddenly increased.

In the crystal maze, the laughter of the Lord of Destiny resounded endlessly.

The demons who stirred the threads of fate felt joyful even though they didn't know why when they heard their master's laughter.

In the Plague Swamp, the loving father who had been isolated in the garden for a long time unexpectedly came out uncharacteristically.

With a loving smile, He showered blessings on his descendants, and with laughter and love, He offered the rich soup carefully prepared by Him to the goddess of life.

And the Emperor's voice resounded in the consciousness of the original body again,
"Go home, my son."

"Wait a minute, old man, I have one more thing to ask you."

"What's the matter?"

After hearing the Emperor's inquiries, Duquer told him about the method he had deduced to save Guilliman - to extract the essence and characteristics of Kalos and infuse it into Guilliman's destiny. In armor.

Originally, he had no intention of asking, but the other gods were fine. Only the God-Nagging Lord of All Changes really made him feel more pressured.

No matter what he looked at now, it felt like Tzeentch's trick.

But it was different with the old man in charge. Although he couldn't understand the previous battle, he could still see that the old man was really fierce now. If the emperor was weaker, the Lord of the Skull would not only be in the Brass Castle. Li Wuwei was furious.

His Primarch brothers have used their own tragic cases to prove the importance of communicating more with the old man.

Therefore, Duker wanted to be on the safe side and seek the Emperor's opinion.

"You can give it a try."

After a moment of silence, the Emperor responded.

After receiving the response, Dukel immediately felt at peace.

Once again, he lamented the need to strengthen communication, especially with Fulgrim. As long as he and the old man spoke a few more words, they would still be the proud phoenix of the empire.

Thinking of this, Duker suddenly thought that this proud little phoenix was still waiting for the care of his elder brother in the physical universe.

I don’t know what the situation is now.

Thinking of this, Dukel's will, guided by the golden light, broke through the spiritual world constructed by the Blood God and rushed towards the real universe.

The real universe is a ground battlefield in a dark world.

When the roar of Khorne resounded, Durkor's consciousness was pulled away, leaving only a body standing on the battlefield.

Fulgrim was the first to be keenly aware of this change. He twisted his body, brandished the poisonous sword in his hand, and rushed straight towards the original body.

This time, he was bound to cut off his brother's head and use his flesh and blood to comfort him for the torture he had suffered.

"Protect His Highness!"

The loyalist soldiers shouted quickly.

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