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How could it be him?
In Tzeentch's mind, the Ancient Ones had all disappeared from the galaxy after the War of Heaven, either dead or gone.
How could his name still be seen here after so many years of isolation?!
click!
As if in response to the treacherous fear, the many doors connecting the secret room suddenly clanged loudly in the next instant.
There was no wind in this quiet place, but it could sense the flow of another kind of energy—the psychic energy from the subspace. As an expert in this area, it naturally understood what this energy represented.
Vashtor... that guy is catching up.
The situation is not good; He must finish His work here as soon as possible.
In his vision of the future, he could indeed see Vashtor successfully ascending to the position of the God of Chaos, but Tzeentch did not like that future.
If it weren't for the immense threat posed by the Cursed One, necessitating his removal, the God of Chaos would actually be happy to see fewer and fewer rivals in his domain, thus enabling him to successfully divide all the power.
We need to find the [weapon] quickly...
Weapons, a treasure trove of weapons, where exactly will it be—
The search for this secret room continued for some time.
He originally thought that this legendary secret chamber of the ancient saints would be magnificent, and that it must contain the great wisdom passed down from the ancient saints since ancient times—but reality was not so romantic.
This seemingly ordinary small pocket space is quite unremarkable, except for the extremely complicated entrance, which even He needs to find a [key] to enter. Everything else in the room is just ordinary and unremarkable.
Contrary to the impression of possessing super technological power and wisdom, the wisdom that He craved did not seem to be present here.
Fortunately, the ancient holy staff known as the "weapon" remained quietly on the static force field of that tranquil area.
This is it.
Tzeentch's avatar joyfully took the staff, feeling the weight of the ancient creation. At the same time, he took out a drop of blood from the cursed person that he had previously treasured from a pocket in his robe and slowly dripped it onto the staff.
While the appearance of the cursed's name here was indeed quite unexpected for Him, it seems to be just a minor incident for His purpose.
If he can activate the staff and use its power to completely kill the being guarding the Golden Throne, then he will have more time and opportunity to unconsciously corrupt the entire human empire into the most loyal and foolish lackeys, just like the Imperial Church.
despair.
As dark red blood dripped onto the Ancient Holy Staff—the weapon—a powerful dark red light flashed before the Tzeentch avatar.
Vashtor appeared before Him.
"Oh, my friend, Creator. It's so good to see you here, really."
“But I’m not happy. Tzeentch! You haven’t kept your word,” the mechanical demon’s eyes blazed with fury. “If I remember correctly, you promised to help me ascend to godhood after I helped you find the key fragments and enter the Ancient Chamber, so that we could fight together against the rising human empire.”
"Of course, of course."
"But before that, we must all stand together to help you ascend to godhood by destroying the cursed one who occupies the divine position, isn't that right?"
"【arms】."
"Ok?"
"Give me the weapon!" Vashtor roared as he stepped forward. "Your tricks won't fool me! If you're truly willing to cooperate, give me that weapon and let me aim it at the cursed!"
“I am trustworthy! Tzeentch, Vashtor never betrays a contract.”
But you are different.
As it spoke, Vashtor reached out to snatch the weapon—for it, even if this operation failed and it ended up falling out with Tzeentch, as long as it could possess this powerful relic from the ancient saint, its chances of becoming a god in the future would greatly increase.
Give it to me!
"Do not."
A cunning smile appeared in the countless eyes on the bird's head that Tzeentch had transformed into.
"But of course, I can make you the first guy to try facing this energy."
In His plan, He certainly couldn't have forgotten that Vashtor might choose to turn against Him.
Just as the psionic light gathered in His hand, the [weapon] also shone brightly, about to unleash a terrifying power capable of destroying everything.
Although it was unclear how the other party had managed to do it, it was clearly beyond Vashtor's expectations that Tzeentch had mastered the use of the [weapon] in a very short time, without even needing Vashtor's help.
"Goodbye, Creator."
The weapon's light continued to flicker, showing no sign of stopping.
Tzeentch wasn't just threatening; he meant it.
"you!"
"Tzeentch! You breacher! You will reap my relentless revenge!"
Seeing that the cunning creature had indeed finally chosen to target it, the last shred of hope in Wa's heart vanished without a trace.
This guy is determined to eat it all by himself!
Under the dark red aura of energy, despite his reluctance, Vashtor finally used the artifact that had transported him there to leave the mysterious ancient sacred chamber.
"This is also part of the plan."
He said confidently.
With a flash of dark red light from the psionic teleportation, Tzeentch was once again the only one left.
Unexpectedly, even He Himself did not expect that the unsealing of the [weapon] would be so easy.
With just a gentle activation of his spiritual power, one could feel the power, enough to stir up giant waves in the warp, gathering in his hands.
He originally thought that the meticulous ancient saints would leave countless restrictions on it to prevent such a powerful weapon from falling into the hands of those with ill intentions and being misused.
In that case, it's time to completely eliminate that damned cursed one.
Thinking of this, He excitedly tried to activate His weapon with His spiritual power, preparing to aim at the golden throne on Holy Terra and unleash the grandest, and most unexpected, attack He had envisioned—
......
no respond.
The weapon that was once as powerful as an arm or finger when facing Vashtor suddenly seemed to have lost all its power and become nothing more than a fire poker.
Keep up the good work!
Tzeentch's avatar poured all his spiritual power into it, but the surging energy vanished without a trace before the ancient holy staff in his hand, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.
The weapon remained unresponsive—no matter how much psionic energy Tzeentch poured into it, it could no longer control it as effortlessly as it had when facing Vashtor.
broken.
Sensing that the future might not go as He wished, Tzeentch murmured to himself.
click!
Once again, when Vashtor's anchor point locked onto the Tzeentch avatar, the warp rift that had already been naturally repaired tore open again.
The magnificent golden centaur was carrying a somewhat bewildered-looking fellow—that person was Kasgar.
The being who repeatedly disrupted His plans, Tzeentch recognized the other party.
Let's eliminate this variable first!
His avatar gathered power, threw aside the ancient holy staff in his hand, and shot a strong beam of psionic lightning directly at the Casca that had just landed—although it was only an avatar, the power from the God of Chaos struck Casca completely in the next moment.
when!
"Give up your struggle, demon. We have seen through your tricks."
A sword burning with light blocked Casca's path, and then the owner of the blade flapped his wings and slowly descended, looking directly at his opponent.
Angel.
An angel from the Emperor—this is the real Saint Gilles—her body is still burning with golden-red flames. Her armor is not only decorated with many of the emblems and markings from when she was the Holy Blood Angel, but also with new relief decorations that make her look like a living saint. In addition, the compassionate mask on her face makes her look particularly solemn and dignified.
Even its original wings faintly shimmered with a holy light, and a halo, befitting a true angel, appeared above its head.
"Saint-Gilles?!"
Casca spoke with a hint of surprise, looking at his old friend who had suddenly appeared before him alongside the golden centaur. He never expected to meet him again in space after ten thousand years.
As for Saint Gilles... her gaze toward Casca was somewhat complicated.
Although Casca did indeed keep her promise and provide her blood angels with meticulous, truly motherly protection.
This blessing even lasted for ten thousand years and continues to this day, which is more than fulfilling Saint Gilles' request.
But she couldn't feel happy at all.
Forget it, now is not the time to dwell on these things.
[Tzeentch, your plan has failed. The great treasures of the Ancients will not be controlled by your dirty tricks.]
You lost.
"This is all your doing, a scheme by the cursed one?!"
How can it be!
How could He, the God of Wisdom, be fooled by that foolish, cursed one who willingly endures suffering on the golden throne?!
Actually... actually, all of this is part of the plan, that's right, all of it is part of the plan!
You outsmarted yourself, Tzeentch.
Although the face of the golden angel Saint Gilles was hidden beneath a mask, it seemed as if everyone present could hear her judgment.
Your plan led you into a trap; your greed made you abandon your allies.
Your arrogance will ultimately cost you everything.
"No, you can't—"
Tzeentch's avatar tried to struggle, but the ancient holy staff, as if imbued with life, flew out in the next moment and landed directly in Casgar's hand.
A flood of information assaulted Casca's mind the moment the weapon was in his hands—but his current strength was sufficient to control this ability.
Accompanied by surging, tide-like waves of subspace energy, the final judgment passed down from the ancient saints fell upon this oldest and most cunning god of chaos.
Whether it is its avatar or its true form lurking in the crystal labyrinth within the warp, both are subject to this unavoidable and irreversible light of annihilation—
Completely disappeared.
......
In fact, long ago, when Tzeentch was looking through the Well of Eternity at everything that was going to happen in this world, he already sensed that he could not defeat these guys by conventional means.
They were too cunning and too lucky—even though He used all His wisdom to block all 999999999 paths, 999 forks, and 999 possible outcomes of those paths, weaving a giant net that they could never escape.
But in the end, it was as if some world will was helping them, allowing humanity to escape danger and die every time—and He, as the god of wisdom and change, could only use "this is part of the plan" as a way to save face for Him.
"Why is this?!"
Tzeentch raised a question about the Well of Eternity.
Why do His plans always fail? Why can the cursed one never truly die?
Why do humans always seem to unleash their full potential at crucial moments?
As if in response to His question, the Well of Eternity, which had been without any ripples, finally changed.
A bright blue moon appeared in the well.
In the deep blue moon, human experts appeared.
"That's because they are all my chosen ones."
"you?"
"I am Hayek."
"Then why do my schemes never work? Why, even though I know everything about this world, am I still unable to decide the fate of the cursed one?"
"Is that even a question? How can the story continue without the emperor?"
"Are you kidding me? Do you really think our writers are that amazing, capable of writing top-tier intellectual battles that are earth-shattering and awe-inspiring?"
Is that the reason?
What does it mean to sell chess pieces?
and many more?