Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"Yes, I didn't expect that Nurgle and Khorne would attack Tzeentch first! This really surprised me. What a great hatred." The Emperor was speechless.

Originally, the current situation should be that the Chaos Gods and the Order Gods are considering how to deal with the fish Wa Banxian, so why did the Chaos Gods sitting at the dining table start fighting first?

"What do we do?" asked the Emperor.

"Let's wait and see for now. I won't move unless the enemy moves. In fact, I'd like to know what Vashtor will do. As for the battle here, you don't have to worry too much about it. I have a feeling that the incarnations of the gods will not appear." said the traveler.

"Why?" asked the Emperor.

"Tzeentch is weak, and he will not face two incarnations of evil gods. It is also possible that Khorne and Nurgle's clones will take action, but their main target should be the Immortal Wa. Taking action will be a waste, and it is not worth it." The traveler thought for a while and said.

Chapter 448 Jianqi: Damn, my house was robbed!

Khorne and Nurgle's decision to raid Tzeentch was indeed motivated by revenge, and it was done with genuine intent. After all, Nurgle had used the pony fragment in his possession to divine the location of Tzeentch's lair. However, as the Traveler noted, the two Chaos Gods exercised a measured approach to this vengeance, delicately balancing the benefits and benefits.

If Tzeentch's avatar appears, Khorne and Nurgle will immediately attack and smash the old coin, hoping to find some gold or other items, such as authority or divine power. If Tzeentch doesn't appear, Khorne and Nurgle might even consider whether this guy is secretly preparing something? Has he already gone to steal the dragon, Vulcan?

The Emperor and the Traveler's approach was to not move until the enemy moved, and Khorne and Nurgle had a similar approach. At least that was Nurgle's approach before he met Mortarion.

The portal that Tzeentch opened just now was to bring back Carlos and Mortarion's Death Guard. However, a mistake was made in a hurry. If Mortarion had not appeared, Nurgle might have been relatively calm, but if Mortarion appeared, Nurgle would have been emotionally agitated and his blood pressure would have risen for sure!

"I feel my own Primarch, Khorne." Nurgle said, looking at Khorne who was leisurely beside him.

This time, Angron was the one carrying out the attack. Khorne had already delegated power, wanting to see how good his Primarch was. As for why he didn't let the likes of Angras take command, well, the reason was simple: these wrathful creatures might not be as good as the nailless Angron in commanding a battle.

"I know, Mortarion. Typhons will also join the battle this time. I wonder what will happen when they meet." Khorne was full of interest in the "father and son" battle that was about to break out.

"That's mine! Khorne, I want it back!" Nurgle said angrily.

"If Tzeentch makes a move, I will make a move! If Tzeentch doesn't make a move, you won't be unable to get your things back, right?" Khorne said jokingly. It must be said that Khorne's IQ has improved and his methods have become more sophisticated.

"I will get my things back myself!" Nurgle said bitterly. But He still hadn't decided to take action personally. Getting his own pawn back was important, but if He sacrificed Himself, the loss would outweigh the gain.

"You will definitely get it back. Let's see how the battle progresses." Khorne didn't continue to provoke Nurgle. Now they were allies, and they had to unite. "We've already struck the first blow. Let's wait for Tzeentch to strike back."

"What about the gods of order?" Nurgle said with some concern.

"They eagerly watch us fight Tzeentch. They share our vision on this matter." Khorne gazed into the mortal realm. Khorne's fleet had already arrived on the planet. Sixty-four skull pillars were then towed to the battlefield, divided into eight groups, ready to be launched at eight locations on the planet. These were anti-psychic devices forged by Khorne's Blood Forge, specifically designed to counter Tzeentch's psychic powers and magic arrays. Meanwhile, Tzeentch's avatar, hidden beneath a veil of psychic power and fate, observed the battle with a cold eye.

"I'm truly surprised you found me first," Tzeentch muttered to himself. "Khorne, Nurgle, your actions may have exceeded my expectations, but that doesn't mean I wasn't prepared. Khorne, since you want to fight, let me see how much you've improved. Nurgle, don't you want to reclaim Mortarion? Then you'd better tell Typhon to be more careful."

Tzeentch laughed heartily. To outsiders, the unprecedentedly dangerous situation did not frighten Tzeentch. On the contrary, he was filled with interest in the impending battle, as if he were watching a wonderful opera.

The show is about to begin, the gods have taken their seats, and the actors are in place.

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"The great messenger of Nurgle, Lord of Plague and Swarm Typhons greets the great Primarch of War." Typhons and his party came to Angron's throne. Typhons secretly looked up and glanced at the throne made of scarlet and brass, then bowed and saluted.

Angron in front of him gave Typhons a very strange feeling. If the previous Angron was a butcher with his hands stained with blood, then the current Angron gave people the feeling of a giant beast hiding in the dark, exuding deadly threats all over his body. His power was greater than before, but he was much more restrained.

"Welcome, great emissary of Nurgle." Angron stood up from the throne, walked down the steps and stood before Typhon. He patted Typhon's shoulder in a gesture of cordiality, which surprised Typhon. After all, he didn't remember Angron being easy to talk to. Angron's change made Typhon feel even more uneasy. He felt as if the person standing before him wasn't Angron, but Horus, a man who could command service with just words.

"I sense Mortarion's presence. I will hold back Magnus and his Thousand Sons. So, Typhons, messenger of the great Lord of Entropy, do you have the confidence to bring Mortarion back?" Angron asked with a smile.

"I..." Typhon glanced at Angron in surprise. He hadn't expected Angron to say such infuriating words in such a calm tone.

On the surface, Angron's proposal seemed fair: Angron and the legions of Khorne would take on Magnus and the Thousand Sons, while he, the leader of the Death Guard, and K'Gath, the chief archdaemon of Nurgle, would take on Mortarion. But in reality, it couldn't be done this way, for the simple reason that Typhons' forces were indeed smaller than Mortarion's, and having the Death Guard take on Mortarion was simply unreliable.

But could Typhons refuse? Say he couldn't handle Mortarion, and therefore needed Angron's help? Wouldn't that be beneath the great Nurgle's dignity?

"I..." When Typhons was gathering up his courage and ready to agree, Kugax on the side spoke.

"Respected Commander Angron," Ku'gath said, a hint of weakness in his tone. "According to the agreement between the Blood God and my Lord, retrieving Mortarion is the paramount priority of this mission. Everything should revolve around this plan. Granted, if the mission fails, Typhons, as Nurgle's emissary, will bear the blame, but I'm afraid you won't escape punishment either. This is the first time our two armies have collaborated, and we may have to fight together for a long time to come, so we'd better show some sincerity."

"Can demons be sincere?" Angron chuckled. There seemed to be a hint of sarcasm towards Kugath, but he didn't continue to embarrass Typhons.

"It is our mission to get Mortarion back on the right track. We can provide assistance, but Typhon, you should be the vanguard. After all, you are the vanguard of the Lord of Entropy. Go and prepare. After our subordinates set up the Khorne magic circle, you will be the first to go up." Angron laughed.

"Okay." Kugath stopped Typhons, who was about to argue, and left Angron's flagship.

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"Father, you seem to be full of hostility towards Typhons," Kahn said to Angron.

"Of course, Typhons usurped his lord. He betrayed his gene-father. He even sought to overrule Mortarion." Angron made no secret of his dislike for Typhons. "If Mortarion returns to Nurgle's service in the future, we can use this as an opportunity to cultivate good relations with him. My brother values ​​this very much, and we will get along very well in the future."

"What if, what if this operation doesn't go well?" Kahn asked after hesitating.

"That means Nurgle's legion is not strong enough. In our future cooperation with Nurgle, we will play a leading role. Some of the dirty work can be left to them. Aren't they known for their so-called tenacity? Although they are just a bunch of rotten meat, rotten meat also has to play a role." Angron sneered.

"Father, you've become somewhat unfamiliar to me," Kahn said, looking at Angron, whose appearance was much the same as before. Angron hadn't ascended to a demonic state. Khorne needed Angron's genes, so Angron was in a special state now. He could still produce gene-seed, but he was no longer a normal Primarch.

"In this dark galaxy, survival is a luxury. Therefore, some changes are necessary," Angron sighed. He then silently returned to the throne, preparing for the next battle. Meanwhile, Typhon began to complain about Ku'gath, believing his actions had insulted the great Nurgle!

"You are too weak, Ku'gath. Even if Mortarion is the Primarch, we have the blessing of the gods. We can easily defeat him and then bring him before Nurgle to admit his mistakes. And Angron, he is just a dog of Khorne, how dare he humiliate us like this!" Typhons said angrily. Angron hated Typhons because the latter was a traitor in his eyes, and Typhons also disliked Angron. In his eyes, Angron was just a beast!

"Haha, Mortarion is blessed by Tzeentch. Typhon, put aside your sense of superiority. Let alone you, a mere emissary of Nurgle, even Nurgle himself is not invincible in the galactic arena. Your so-called superiority and arrogance may be acceptable to mortals, but facing our enemies and the gods behind them, arrogance will only harm us!" Ku'gath sighed and continued, "And now, the most realistic point is that among the three Chaos Gods Khorne, Tzeentch and Nurgle, we are the weakest, and the weak can only obey temporarily!"

"Get to work, Typhon," Kugax said, looking at the still unconvinced Typhon. Deep down, he had a feeling this confused fellow might not live much longer... Humans call being cowardly "following one's heart," and even demons sometimes follow their hearts. Losing isn't the worst thing; losing your life is.

"Begin!" Angron waved his hand, and the warships carrying the Khorne Pillars arrived at their positions. Then, one by one, pillars forged from brass and skulls were launched from the warships. These kilometer-long pillars, emitting a scarlet aura of tyranny, were shot towards the planet like nails. If they could land in the designated location, they would be equivalent to setting up an anti-psychic array and a Khorne amplification array on the planet.

However, in Tzeentch's territory, how could the Thousand Sons Legion allow Khorne's plan to be so easily carried out? As the Skull Pillars fell, a dozen spatial rifts appeared in the sky, sucking parts of the Pillars directly into the Warp. Then, the ground-based defense system sprang into action, launching a dozen Tzeentchian Silver Towers into space, destroying several Khorne warships and the Khorne Pillars they carried.

However, just as the Thousand Sons Legion completed its first counterattack and the new Silver Tower of Tzeentch prepared to launch, the Nurgle fleet arrived at its position. A massive space hulk, bearing an endless supply of Nurgle demons and plagues, smashed directly into the planet! Under the combined pressure of the two evil gods, Tzeentch also felt tremendous pressure.

Although Khorne's plan was not completely successful, more than half of the Khorne Pillars were eventually shot at the target. With the opening of the magic sealing circle, more than half of the area on the planet became weak psychic zones. The psychics who could originally release a fireball are now at the level of a lighter at best, and predictions and divinations have become inaccurate. Bloodthirsty murderous intent and a frenzied atmosphere spread across the planet, affecting many mortal troops of the Thousand Sons Legion.

After suppressing the enemy's psychic energy, Khorne and Nurgle's forces began to land. Tens of thousands of Legionnaires, along with a vast number of Daemons and Daemon Engines, emerged from drop pods, forming a red and green torrent that rushed towards the distant Tzeentch formations. The Thousand Sons Legion reacted swiftly, withdrawing from the area covered by Khorne's pillars to exploit their own psychic advantage.

The toll of Nurgle's death knell hung high above the withered trees. As the bells echoed, countless swarms of flies swarmed towards the Thousand Sons' fortress. The Tzeentchian daemons responded with a dazzling display of psychic magic. Unearthly lightning struck, transforming the swarms of Nurgle's flying insects into a sky full of fireworks. Nurgle's diseases, which could rot steel, and its viruses, which could wipe out entire cities with just one drop, proved less effective against the Tzeentchian forces.

Void rays and Thousand Sons officers and soldiers riding on flying discs rushed out, and the flames of the horror demons turned everything in front of them into ashes. The sudden appearance of the portal made the bulky Nurgle army a little distracted. After the swarm of flies serving as the air force was suppressed by the Void Rays and the Thousand Sons rapid assault force, the offensive of the Death Guard and various demons on the ground seemed to be stuck in a quagmire.

At this moment, Mortarion and the Death Guards loyal to him appeared on the battlefield, or to be more precise, appeared opposite Typhon!

Chapter 449: Traitors fight each other, Nurgle comes

"Typhons! You traitor! You traitor who betrayed the Father of Genes!" Mortarion roared, raising the sickle in his hand high. Along with his anger, a pair of wings emitting blue magic fire stretched out from behind him. The mark of the Lord of Change appeared on his shoulder armor, and a blue blade also appeared on the sickle that had harvested countless lives, and his body was gradually expanding and rising!

"Damn it! He opened his mind to Tzeentch! He accepted Tzeentch's blessing!" Typhon exclaimed in shock. This omen of demonic ascension foreshadowed Mortarion's choice.

"Filthy thing, look at the disgusting cysts and pustules on your body, and the swarms of flies wrapped around you! You are unworthy of being my offspring!" As the wings vibrated, the power of the Warp gathered around him. Mortarion felt unprecedentedly powerful, and endless power and knowledge poured into his body and brain. Things that he did not understand before now became very simple, and he enjoyed this feeling very much.

"Betrayal? Didn't you betray your father as well? Your genetic father? I just chose the path that suits me. Nurgle is... bang..." Typhons retorted, but before he could finish his words, a blue lightning streaked across the sky, and Mortarion instantly appeared in front of Typhons. With a wave of the scythe in his hand, the Death Shroud Terminators around Typhons were instantly burned to ashes.

"Go to hell!" Mortarion's scythe slammed down hard. Typhons blocked it with his own scythe. A huge force suppressed Typhons fiercely, and the impact even made Typhons' body shake.

One after another, Mortarion attacked Typhons with brute force like driving piles. A swarm of flies swarmed out of the chimney on the back of Typhons' body, trying to interfere with Typhons' attack, but with a gesture of the latter, all the swarms of flies turned into crystal fragments all over the sky. The blessing of Nurgle was really not enough against the magic fire of Tzeentch. Just when Mortarion knocked Typhons' weapon away and was about to kill him with one sword, Ku'gath appeared, and the scythe in his hand blocked Mortarion's attack.

"Hurry up and get Angron here. This is not an enemy we can deal with!" Kugath shouted while parrying Mortarion's attack.

"Just a bunch of clumsy, swollen, rotten flesh!" Mortarion sneered and put away his weapon. Then he appeared behind Kugath in a flash, and the sickle in his hand chopped down Kugath's offspring like lightning. A deep scar that could be seen to the bone made Kugath tremble with pain.

"This is such a tough guy!" Ku'gath said in his heart, and then swung the sickle with chains, trying to entangle Mortarion, but after the latter obtained the blessing of Tzeentch, his mobility was directly maximized, and the occasional teleportation made the Nurgle demon feel extremely uncomfortable.

All of Ku'gath's attacks, whether it was the scythe and the knell's smash or Nurgle's magic, were ineffective in the face of Mortarion's frequent teleportation and casual psychic energy. Mortarion could always find opportunities in the gaps of Ku'gath's defense, using his energy to burn the rotten flesh on Ku'gath's body and his scythe to cut the rotten skin on the surface!

I have to say that Mortarion and Tzeentch's Blessing are quite compatible. Mortarion has a strong physique. In the background battle with the Khan, he was stabbed many times, but it was difficult to cause fatal damage. However, his agility and psychic power are a bit lacking, and Tzeentch's Blessing makes up for this.

Both Tzeentch's teleportation and psionics are significant enhancements for Mortarion. After all, among the Chaos Gods, no one is more proficient in these two areas than Tzeentch. However, if Mortarion were to cast Nurgle, it wouldn't be much of a benefit. After all, in the barrel theory, the shortest target determines the capacity of a barrel. Nurgle's psionics are inferior to Tzeentch's. Mobility? Does Nurgle have that compared to Tzeentch? As for toughness? There are diminishing returns to continuing to pile up health!

Ku'gath didn't battle Mortarion for long, as Mortarion quickly let him go, seeing a giant figure with outstretched red wings in the distance. Ku'gath was then left to Carlos to deal with.

"Mortarion, my brother, I never thought we'd meet in such a setting." Angron smiled as he faced Mortarion. At this point, Angron had become half-demonoid. His body remained primarily human, though taller. A pair of blood-red wings spread out behind him, but his skin was dark. A pair of pitch-black demonic horns extended from his head. His weapons were a massive battle axe and a chained vortex sword.

"If it weren't for your thick skin, I would have thought it was someone else." When Mortarion saw Angron again, he always felt that there was something wrong with him, but he couldn't say anything.

"Motarion, come back. Tzeentch's power makes you strong, but behind every bit of his power, you must repay him tenfold." Angron said sincerely.

"To become a pile of rotten flesh and maggots with a scoundrel like Typhons? And then let him laugh at me?" Mortarion snorted. "I have made my choice, Angron. If you do not withdraw, then we will be enemies." Mortarion pointed his scythe across the way.

"Come on!" Angron flapped his wings and charged headfirst at Mortarion, who met his blows without flinching. Scythe and axe clashed fiercely, Tzeentch's demonic fire and Khorne's bloody flames consuming each other. Angron had prepared for this battle. The brass vortical sword in his hand was more of a magical implement than a weapon. The energy fluctuations it emitted greatly affected Mortarion's psychic powers, which Khorne's daemons did not rely on. In terms of pure physical combat and strength, Angron had the advantage over Mortarion.

"You are stronger than I thought, Angron." Mortarion spoke after once again blocking the opponent's attack with his sickle bullet. If the previous Angron was a bloodthirsty beast in his eyes, then the current Angron was more organized in fighting, and even surpassed himself in terms of skills.

But Mortarion was in no hurry, for Dark Magnus had told him through psychic powers that he would be there soon.

"Mortarion, you are at a disadvantage in this battle, and your legion is in an even worse situation. So why do you still insist?" Angron asked with a smile. As he spoke, he continued to attack, swiftly but not fiercely. It seemed that Angron was very satisfied with the current situation.

"Hmph..." Mortarion snorted coldly.

"I know what you are waiting for, Mortarion. You are waiting for Magnus' magic." Angron's words shocked Mortarion. This was a typical case of I predicted your prediction. He did not expect that Angron was so smart now!

"It's alright, Mortarion. We can wait. This time, the advantage is mine," Angron said, his voice filled with laughter. Angron's words chilled Mortarion's heart even further. He desperately hoped Dark Magnus could complete the spell as soon as possible, so as to turn the tide of battle. However, what Angron hadn't anticipated was that Dark Magnus and Tzeentch behind him were indeed preparing a spell, hoping to use it to turn the tide of battle. But their actions seemed to differ somewhat from what Mortarion had envisioned.

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"My lord, our legion is gradually withdrawing from here." Amon reported to Dark Magnus.

"Very good, after our last large-scale troops have withdrawn and the mortal legions and demons are used to push to the front line, we can take action." Dark Magnus said with some pride and reluctance in his heart.

"If it weren't for the current situation where the incarnation of God could be born, I really wouldn't be willing to abandon Mortarion. After all, he is my brother and he is indeed useful." Having said that, Dark Magnus shook his head and shed a few crocodile tears.

"My lord, everything has a price. Our next journey is full of risks. It is best to let Mortarion bear the cost." said Amon, who has become the Demon Prince of Tzeentch.

If Mortarion knew what the two had said, his first reaction probably wouldn't be to call them despicable, but to ask, "I was ready to fight to the death, why are you running away?!" Indeed, in Mortarion's view, although the legions of Khorne and Nurgle were coming in force, he also had two legions on his side and was not at a disadvantage. If he continued to fight, he wouldn't necessarily lose. After all, in his opinion, he had the advantage of terrain.

But what can be said? Mortarion's idea was naive, or perhaps the pain had healed. In the age of the gods, many things weren't what he imagined. If Mortarion had any memory, if he could remember how the Lord of Radiance nearly wiped him and his legion out like dust, he should have been wary of the gods. If the underlings couldn't defeat the ones above, it was the right of the gods incarnate to overturn the table! It had nothing to do with mortals.

Of course, Mortarion was simply clueless, or perhaps he had chosen to forget some of his own embarrassing moments, like the time the Emperor saved him, or the time he nearly felled before the might of the Lord of Radiance.

However, Mortarion's disregard didn't mean Tzeentch and the Dark Ponies hadn't considered the situation. The situation was now clear. With two gods and the supposedly strongest Chaos God, Khorne, Tzeentch was absolutely powerless to defeat them. And it was clear that Nurgle was determined to defeat Mortarion this time. Nurgle's fate was inevitable.

Now, the question is, if Nurgle is gone, will Tzeentch be gone? He definitely can't. Would he be out for a fight? A 2v1 mauling? Tzeentch certainly isn't that foolish. While the attacks of Khorne and Nurgle caught him off guard, it doesn't matter. Tzeentch has a backup plan. When Nurgle strikes, that's when Tzeentch reveals his trump card.

"My Lord, we have locked onto Mortarion's location, and Angron has entangled the target." A Nurgle Daemon reported to the Avatar of Nurgle.

"Very well, this is mine, I will take it back eventually," Nurgle nodded. "And his legions, too." The Nurgle avatar walked out, scanning the Warp and the physical universe. He detected no trace of Tzeentch. Facing this old enemy, Nurgle knew he could never be too cautious.

"Okay, Nurgle, let's get started. If Tzeentch is really hiding, you won't be able to find Him. You are just sensitive to corruption and dying things. I am behind you, and we have a huge advantage." Khorne sneered.

"Thank you." Nurgle took a deep breath and said, Khorne had become unpredictable. Just now, the first half of his sentence mocked him as a scavenger, but now he promised to help him. It was really a pulling and beating.

With a wave of his hand, the Avatar of Nurgle opened a portal between the Void and the real universe. Then, he leaped out of the portal and re-entered the physical universe. The moment he emerged, a wave of foul energy spread. Countless plants quickly decayed and died, only to be reborn twisted. Twisted steel and corpses were animated, trembling as they stood up and worshiped the god who had given them life.

"Mortarion, my child, you have changed. You have rebelled for too long." Nurgle now appeared as an old man in a tattered gray smock. He walked the earth, and with every step, the surrounding ground instantly transformed into a Nurgle garden. The psychic energy of the Thousand Sons and the war engines of Khorne were insignificant before this might. They were instantly assimilated, the former becoming cystic walking corpses, the latter becoming Nurgle behemoths.

"Damn it, how could this happen? Magnus, where are you?" Mortarion was locked by the incarnation of Nurgle. A special feeling lingered in his heart. He felt Nurgle's anger, but at the same time, he could feel that Nurgle had no intention of killing him. He was just dissatisfied with his performance and wanted to take him away.

"Praise the great Lord of Entropy!" Typhons led the way, prostrating himself on the ground, offering his fervent worship to the incarnation of Nurgle. Other Nurgle daemons and legions followed. Khorne's legions also made way, standing silently to the side, using their silence to show respect for the god.

As for the Tzeentchian demons and the Thousand Sons Legion? Except for those who were initially affected, the rest quickly withdrew, and now the Avatar of Nurgle has no interest in paying attention to them.

"You should have belonged to me. My child, my vanguard." Nurgle walked towards Mortarion slowly. The invisible pressure made Mortarion's knees bend. The blessing of Tzeentch on his body was gradually erased by Nurgle's power. The blue flames were replaced by gray-green smoke. His bird-like wings began to decay and the feathers fell off. Amidst Mortarion's painful wails, a skeleton covered with rotten flesh was exposed.

Chapter 450: Wa Banxian: Why are you in my house?

"I refuse! You try to subjugate me with pain and disease! You corrupt my legions, turning them into a horde of walking corpses! I..." Mortarion endured immense pain, but this time, he seemed more resolute than ever. Nurgle's actions reminded him of everything his so-called adoptive father had done to him. And the Emperor. He believed Nurgle was no different from those before him, even more brutal and direct! These painful memories engendered in Mortarion a strong rebellious mentality.

"Destiny cannot be defied!" Nurgle was obviously impatient. Before coming, he tried to convince himself to take back Mortarion in the gentlest way possible, but now, Nurgle decided to be more direct.

"Nurgle, you also understand fate?!" A sharp and mocking voice echoed on the battlefield. "You understand nothing!"

Then, a gigantic bird-like figure appeared in the night sky of the planet. It waved its wings and pointed. Then, with the Thousand Sons sacrificing the entire planet, a terrifying rift in space and time opened from the planet's core and rapidly expanded across the entire planet. The continents crumbled, and all demons and legions attempting to leave were drawn towards the fissure in the planet's core by a tremendous force. At the heart of the rift, a corner of a world shrouded in smoke and flames emerged!

"Damn it, what have you done? Tzeentch!" Nurgle raged. He attempted to close the rift, but with the final execution of his scheme, the truth was revealed to Nurgle. Most of the Thousand Sons and Tzeentchian daemons had already been relocated, leaving only the abandoned. If the rift remained open, the combined forces of Khorne and Nurgle on this planet would fall into the realm of a Transcendent.

"You actually opened up the passage to Vashtor's territory?" Nurgle said in panic.

"Haha, this guy wanted to save trouble, so he used some of the Webway's technology to move quickly. However, this guy's skills are not very good, while I am more skilled! So, I just opened a door in his passage! Hahaha! Nurgle, you can't stop us. Let's go to Vashtor's domain together. I really want to know what kind of expression Vashtor will have when he sees you suddenly descending into his domain." Tzeentch laughed wildly, and with a slight flick of his wings, he took away most of his legions and demons. Then he shook his wings and disappeared completely.

Tzeentch's conspiracy was indeed culminated. He had considered the possibility of his home being robbed, so he specifically connected to a webway line controlled by Vashtol through psychic power and webway. Once this planet was attacked, Tzeentch and his deployment only had to activate the magic array, and then a space-time portal would be opened on this planet to connect to Vashtol's dark forge domain, smashing everything here directly into Vashtol's domain!

This strategy of driving away the wolf and devouring the tiger was truly remarkable. Even though the Avatar of Nurgle was the incarnation of the gods, it wouldn't benefit from landing in the domain of a veteran demigod in the short term. And facing a passive invasion of Nurgle, Vashtor would definitely not hold back. Of course, the success of this plan was due not only to the fact that Vash the Banxian simply connected the Dark Forge Realm with part of the Webway for the sake of convenience, but also to the fact that Vash the Banxian's true form was not in the Forge Realm, but on the Dragon Forest Star in the physical universe. This was also a significant factor.

(The Heart of Dragon Forest is a planet created by Wa Banxian by collecting planet fragments. Interested readers can check it out. It can be regarded as a large and enhanced version of the war planet.)

So the result now is that Khorne and Nurgle thought they had stolen Tzeentch's home, but in fact they had directly stolen Vashtor's home! Faced with this unexpected situation, not only was Nurgle, who had already fallen into the trap, confused, but even Khorne, who was in the void and waiting for support at any time, was in a bad mood!

"How could this happen?" Khorne stared blankly at the planet torn apart by the dimensional rifts and the daemon army carried away by the vortex of time and space. Nurgle didn't leave, not because he couldn't, but to protect his legions and the daemons. If Nurgle withdrew, every demon and legionary trapped in the Dark Forge would be in the hands of the Immortal V. Wouldn't they all be dismantled and made into parts?

"My Lord, we must make a decision immediately," said a nearby Khorne Daemon, somewhat uneasily. This Daemon, named Sakassin, was a newly born Daemon after Khorne's transformation, representing Khorne's strategic approach to war. Unlike his peers, he wasn't the type to get carried away the moment a fight started.

"Nurgle has been trapped in Vashtor's domain. He will certainly not be able to win in a short time, and even evacuation will be difficult. We are separated and are in a situation where we are extremely vulnerable to attack. In this situation, we can only help Nurgle. Tell Nurgle, my ally, that I will take the rest of the legionaries to the Dark Forge Realm and let him hold back the enemy." Khorne said firmly after pondering for a moment.

"My lord, this is a very dangerous thing. Once we are all trapped..." Sakazim tried to dissuade his lord from falling into danger. After all, even if the incarnations of Khorne and Nurgle descended into the realm of the half-immortals together, it would take a great cost and time to win.