Warhammer: From the Devouring C'tan Fragments

After the art student escaped from the subspace, the five great gods in the subspace realized that their attack did not hit the traverser, but instead allowed the traverser to escape safely.

This instantly aroused the interest of the five evil gods of the subspace, who had originally not cared much about the time travelers.

In the past, I have killed at least 8,000 of these weak time travelers of various races, and I have never failed. Those time travelers would be killed with just one blow from the five great gods, and no time traveler has survived.

Even those individuals who were relatively powerful, after surviving, became playthings of the various gods, and were still unable to live or die in the realms of the various gods.

The five great gods of the subspace all used their magical powers to search for the art student. Faced with such an interesting traverser, it was hard for the five great gods in the subspace not to pay attention to him.

"Strange, I can't find the existence of this traverser. It seems that this traverser has special abilities. Interesting. I hope you can bring me more wars."

Khorne sat on the brass throne, wearing heavy spiked armor. Only a pair of blood-red eyes were exposed under the heavy armor. He only felt interest in the disappearing art student.

Since I can't find it, I won't pay too much attention to it. As long as I am still in this universe, I will find it after making some noise.

Tzeentch used his terrifying prophetic ability to search for the artist throughout the universe, but found that the artist had never existed and did not leave any trace.

"Ga! Ga! Ga! Everything is going according to plan!"

Tzeentch couldn't help but laugh at this result. Although he didn't find an art student, for Tzeentch, as long as he was still in this universe, all changes and constants were within his power, and he was powerful.

The Emperor discovered this human traveler and fled the Warp after sensing danger. Even with his great power, the Emperor was unable to find the artist.

The Emperor couldn't help but look worried. Human beings in the universe have already suffered many disasters, and now there is an uncertain factor. Will it make human suffering even worse?

The Emperor had to consider all of these things. After all, the Emperor was the Lord of Mankind and had the responsibility to protect all of humanity.

Now the Emperor can only send messages to those among his subordinates who are able to receive his psychic communication.

Pass on the information about the art students and make sure to get rid of them.

The remaining Nurgle and Slaanesh did not care about the existence of art students, nor did they continue to pay attention to the existence of time travelers, and continued their "great" careers.

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After the art student was kicked out of the subspace, he felt his body falling continuously. It was dark all around, without a trace of light.

The art student's hands kept waving in the air, trying to grab something and get rid of this damn feeling of falling.

The fear of falling deeply entangled the art student's heart. The art student, who was already afraid of heights, became even more terrified, and felt as if his heart was being firmly grasped by the big hands of an unknown monster.

The art student struggled for a long time, but no matter what he tried, he couldn't stop himself from falling.

Still not finding any hope, the art student was in despair. His mind was blank and he could no longer hold back the fear in his heart. He couldn't help but shout loudly, hoping to get rid of the feeling of falling.

"Ahhhhh, help me, I don't want to die yet!"

The screams of art students continued to be heard in the dim space.

"bump."

The art student, who had no idea how long he had been falling, felt like he had bumped into an unknown entity, which stopped him from falling. He lay with his limbs spread out in the dim space.

"Hiss! I finally survived. It hurts so much."

The art student lay on the ground and couldn't help groaning. He felt like his whole body was broken and there was not a single intact part on his body.

Pain was felt everywhere on the body. For an art student who had never suffered any injuries, this was a feeling that could not be described in words. The person lay on the ground and dared not move.

The pain in the brain is especially unbearable, as if someone suddenly stuffed a lot of unfamiliar information into my head, simply and crudely.

"what."

"what."

The art student couldn't help but scream, holding his head with both hands and rolling on the ground, hoping that this would relieve some of the pain.

But all this was in vain, the pain became even more intense. The art student kept rolling on the ground in vain, and the pain in his body became even more intense.

The art students were sweating profusely, and the sweat soaked their clothes, making them tight.

As the art student rolled over, the sound of hissing clothes tearing could be heard from his body.

I don’t know how long it took, but the art student suddenly no longer felt any pain in his body. In an instant, all the pain in his body disappeared, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

"Finally alive."

After the art student no longer felt any pain, he couldn't help but say with fear.

The art student turned over and lay on the ground, looking up at the pitch-black space, feeling lucky to be still alive.

"I've suffered so much, and all the gains are meaningful, hahahahahahaha."

After receiving the strange information, the art student couldn't help but burst into laughter, feeling that the suffering he had just endured was not in vain.

The art student was lying on the ground, his hands trembling uncontrollably as he fumbled around in his pants, pulling out a pack of extremely "tiny" cigarettes from his trouser pocket.

The art student took out a cigarette with trembling hands and put it in his mouth. For today's art students, it was only the size of a lady's cigarette.

A tiny flame suddenly appeared from the art student's fingers, lighting the cigarette. He took a deep breath, watched the flame pass through his throat and lungs, stay in his lungs for a few seconds, and then exhaled a string of white smoke.

"Ah! It feels good. Unfortunately, the cigarette is still too small for me now, and the strength is not strong enough."

The artist struggled to raise the burning cigarette to his eyes and couldn't help complaining.

The art student stared at the cigarette between his fingers, thinking in his mind, and saw that the very small cigarette in the art student's hand suddenly changed.

The entire cigarette continued to grow longer and bigger until it became as thick as a cigar. When the cigarette changed, the surrounding environment did not change at all.

"Wow! That's powerful! As expected of the most powerful Star God in the real universe. The power of a Star God is truly extraordinary. It can distort any matter in the real universe at will."

The art student took a puff of the enlarged cigarette, felt the increasing smoke, and couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.