Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

After all, the Avatar of Khorne had just been severely damaged by the Gods of Order, and Nurgle was unarmed. The Varian was fighting in his own domain, and if he couldn't win, he could still delay or flee. If the Gods of Order joined the battle at this moment, the situation would be disastrous.

"No, we cannot abandon Nurgle. Nurgle is dangerous within the Darkforge Realm, and we are equally dangerous outside. Tzeentch has been hiding his strength. I originally thought that after he shattered the Crystal Scepter, I would be the most powerful evil god, but now it seems that this guy is as dangerous as before. His schemes and tricks have us in his hands." Khorne said with some fear. After all, Tzeentch's actions just now were too shocking to Khorne.

However, Khorne quickly analyzed the current situation after growing up. It was obvious that Nurgle would not be able to escape in a short time after entering the Dark Forge Realm. He was alone outside. If he encountered the Gods of Order, he would definitely be defeated by the Justice 4V1.

If they followed the spatial rift into the realm of the Vulcan, once the Gods of Order decided to intervene, they would have three targets. Nurgle and the Vulcan would always help share some of the pressure. As for the final outcome of this melee, sorry, "He" didn't want to think about it now; the situation was too complicated.

Khorne is a typical man of action, and he did not hesitate after making a decision. Khorne transformed into a bloody frenzy, sweeping the fleet of the World Eaters Legion and a group of demons into the unsealed portal. A moment later, the bloody ocean fell into the Dark Forge Realm, and the red sea of ​​blood and Nurgle's plague gardens spread on the left and right of the Dark Forge Realm.

"Alas... I can't hide anymore. What's coming will eventually come." Vashtor's true form appeared within the dark forging realm. His body was the size of a planet, his four metal wings swathed in endless darkness. He held the hammer, symbolizing the power of the forge, and he surveyed everything within the realm. The Dragon Forest Star also returned to the realm, hovering high behind him. Emitting a dark red light, all the matter on the planet gradually condensed into a metallic creation.

"You are finally here." The incarnation of Nurgle said overjoyed when he saw the arrival of the incarnation of Khorne.

"Of course I came back. We are allies, and He is our prey!" Khorne drew out his beheading sword, and endless hellfire burned on the blade.

"What about the Gods of Order and Tzeentch?" Nurgle said with some concern.

"How should I know? Tzeentch is our enemy, and the Gods of Order don't communicate with us. We can't control what they do. Since that's the case, since we've already entered the battlefield, let's just concentrate on enjoying the battle!"

Khorne snorted coldly, and in an instant, his fury and bloodthirsty power were fully unleashed! He roared and charged at Vashtor's true form. The clash of blade and hammer unleashed an unimaginable wave of destruction. The terrifying energy vaporized part of the Sea of ​​Knowledge and shredded countless factories and machines within the Dark Forge Realm.

"Vashtol, fate has granted you death!" Nurgle rushed forward, somewhat embarrassed by his lack of weaponry. He began to transform the Dark Forge Realm, severing its connection with Vashtol himself, while simultaneously halting the Dragon Forest Star, which was about to smash into Khorne!

The battle was a grueling one at first. Khorne had just been severely wounded, and Nurgle had no weapons, only flesh and blood. Vashtor, fighting in his own domain, had the advantage of terrain and people, but not the right time, and he was only a demigod. For a while, the fight was evenly matched. While fierce, it wasn't fatal.

If Khorne and Nurgle were locked in a battle that caught them unawares, then Tzeentch was the most triumphant of the gods. When Khorne was forced into the fray, the Crystal Palace erupted in wicked laughter. Countless Tzeentchian daemons, living books of untold knowledge, and myriad magical artifacts cheered their master's machinations. Fate had shifted once again. Tzeentch sat aloft on his throne, overlooking the chaos of the Dark Forge Realm, feeling a certain smugness.

"So now, Emperor and Traveler, what are you going to do?" Tzeentch muttered to himself. "This is getting more and more interesting. Hahaha."

"My Lord, Khorne and Nurgle have entered the game, so what should we do?" asked Dark Magnus.

"We? We are naturally waiting for the Gods of Order to make a decision. You still don't understand the essence of change. The essence of change is not to let fate develop according to our wishes. That is called planning, not change. It is that we can constantly stand on fate and make choices. According to the other party's decision, we make changes." Tzeentch said meaningfully.

Then, Tzeentch awaited the decision of the Gods of Order. Meanwhile, not far away, the Emperor's golden realm and the Traveler's blue realm merged into one. A powerful divine force warped the boundaries between reality and the Warp, transforming everything around them into a divine realm. Led by Jonson, the Primarchs entered this realm. The decisive battle for Vashtor had begun, and the Imperial army was assembled. The two gods and the Primarchs gathered, awaiting the moment of march.

"Father, when will we attack?" Warmaster Zhuangsen came before the Emperor and asked.

"We wait. Waiting for the Eldar Gods to complete their preparations," the Emperor responded.

“The Eldar? Because of the pact we made with them?” asked Jonson.

"Yes, this is an agreement drawn up by the gods. Humans and the Eldar gods form the camp of the gods of order. We all use each other's divinity as footnotes." said the Emperor.

"So what are they doing?" asked Jonson.

"They are searching for Tzeentch!" The Emperor's words surprised Jonson. He couldn't understand why, considering Vashtor's inevitable demise, and the fact that he held the godhood the gods desired, and Khorne and Nurgle already dead, the Gods of Order could easily have considered taking action and profiting from the conflict. Why, instead, kill Tzeentch, who had been languishing on the sidelines?

"There's an old saying: 'The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.' And Tzeentch wants to be that oriole," the Traveler said with a smile. "Do you know what the greatest lesson I've learned over tens of thousands of years is?"

"Please teach me." Zhuang Sen bowed and said.

"Beware of Tzeentch, defend against Tzeentch, kill Tzeentch!" The traveler's words revealed a strong murderous intent.

"Uh..." Jonson was puzzled. He felt certain the Traveler and Tzeentch had a deeply troubled past, to the point where their feud remained unresolved. As enemies, killing them was a given, but the Traveler's relentless pursuit of destruction was rare, and in Jonson's opinion, irrational.

"Let's think about this from another angle. If we attack Tzeentch, we don't have to worry about being backstabbed by Khorne or Nurgle. But if we join the battlefield in the Darkforge Realm, then Khorne, Nurgle, or Vashtor could all become our enemies. Have you figured this out?"

"As for the harvest? Even if Khorne and Nurgle kill Vashtor, we can still snatch the spoils that belong to us from them. Moreover, if we can kill the incarnation of Tzeentch, the authority dropped from it will also be very attractive." The traveler explained.

At this point, fate had already swung to the side of the Gods of Order. The last time the Traveler defeated the Avatar of Slaanesh, the latter didn't drop gold; that was fate's blessing. If Tzeentch were to be defeated this time, he wouldn't be so lucky.

"This..." Zhuang Sen had to admit that the older generation was full of evil. The Traveler wasn't just considering robbing Wa Banxian, he was also considering robbing Jianqi. As for the Traveler's principle, it was actually very simple: to have only one main enemy at any given stage, and never make enemies everywhere.

Chapter 451: Kill Tzeentch and it's all over (6K)

"By the way, Jonson, there are some other matters that you and your brothers need to attend to," the Emperor said. "Horus and Lorgar are coming, and they too want a piece of this war. If they do, let us deal with Horus and Lorgar, while you and your brothers deal with their fleets."

"As you command," Zhuang Sen replied. "So is there any chance they will succeed?" Zhuang Sen asked after a moment's thought.

"You won't succeed. Although they are powerful now, it is not your own strength. Strength that is not your own is ultimately illusory. You must remember this. In the end, you still have to find your own way." said the emperor.

The small talk before battle is always brief. When the Harlequin God appeared before the Emperor and the Traveler and located Tzeentch's avatar, the prelude to another major battle finally began, and the Heresy was drawing to a close. So, Tzeentch had better leave now!

"Have you located the Avatar of Tzeentch?" the Traveler asked.

"Of course, although Tzeentch is the lord of conspiracy and change, his actions are not without trace. He has used his power too much in this war. The more he changes, the more he is exposed. Tzeentch has never been able to grasp the degree of it. Nurgle reversely determined the position of the Thousand Sons Legion through the fragments of Magnus. This in itself is a very dangerous signal, but Tzeentch ignored it and indulged in his tricks." The Big Clown said with emotion.

The more you do, the more mistakes you make; the more you try to hide, the more you'll be exposed. These mortal experiences also apply to gods, and Tzeentch has been too absorbed in his own changes and tricks. Now, it's time to make him pay the price!

"Let us begin, Traveler, open the door. I will lead the charge!" The Emperor drew His sword once again! Eternal flames entangled the blade, emitting a brilliant light.

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The world where Tzeentch's avatar and the main force of the Legion reside lies on a planet where the Warp and the real universe are mutually eroding. This planet belongs neither to the Warp nor to the real universe. The erosion of the rules of both worlds has greatly reduced the effectiveness of most prophetic psychic powers and divination. Coupled with Tzeentch's power, this planet has always been a safe haven for the Tzeentch Legion. But today, the Gods of Order have come to attack. Under the influence of the Traveler's power, the Gods of Order and their countless armies descended upon this place in an instant.

The Emperor and the Traveler's domain quickly enveloped the planet and the Tzeentch avatar. The Emperor's power of human sovereignty and his power of destruction merged to suppress Tzeentch's domain. The Traveler, in turn, used his power to rapidly solidify space and time around him, preventing Tzeentch from escaping. The soul sea of ​​the Eldar Death God enveloped the starry sky, providing spiritual protection for all officers and soldiers involved in the battle. Meanwhile, the scimitar in his hand shone with a deadly light, ready to reap the enemy at any moment. The Grand Harlequin and his troupe disappeared behind the veil, performing various auxiliary tasks.

"Emperor, Traveler, you actually came to find me?!" Tzeentch looked at the Gods of Order who appeared in the void, and his blue face turned black. He thought he had calculated everything, but he didn't expect that after Khorne and Nurgle fell into the quagmire, the Gods of Order did not choose to beat the drowning dog, but aimed at himself!

"Damn it! This isn't my fate!" Tzeentch raised his staff. He finally felt fear. This clone was in danger of falling. The other party was too powerful, and too well-prepared!

"Go to hell! Tzeentch." The emperor was the first to rush forward.

"Everyone, attack together." The Traveler, picking up the Twilight Spear, followed closely behind. Then came the Eldar Death God, and the Great Harlequin, who waited in the wings! The two domains collided in an instant, and the powers of destruction, travel, souls, forging, and war collided with Tzeentch's transformation, psychic energy, and conspiracy, eroding each other!

"Damn it, I can't win!" If the previous battles between the Gods of Order and Chaos had been characterized by back-and-forth, with the victors paying a heavy price, then now, when Tzeentch faced justice in a 4v1 situation, he could be described as being completely crushed.

His amazing magic was not a secret in the eyes of the ancients. While the four gods were besieging him from the front, not far from the battlefield, the Phoenix King and the God of Forge, Vaul, used astrology and manipulation of fate to break Tzeentch's magic and various means.

When Tzeentch tries to escape, the Harlequin will rush out to block the way, and then the Traveler will seize the opportunity to drag Tzeentch into the battle again. The Emperor is always the battering ram in the war between gods. Each of His swords is heavy and deadly. The long sword entangled with the power of human faith and the destructive force of the warp requires Tzeentch to pay full attention to resist.

"Tzeentch, everything you do will eventually be punished. You were born in the pain of civilization, and you have brought destruction and disaster to other civilizations. Everything you do is not without price. The shadow of revenge will eventually cover you and then destroy you completely!" After the Emperor spread out Tzeentch's staff with his sword, he also cut off a few of His feathers.

Tzeentch teleported to the side, but ran into the traveler who also flashed. The Twilight Spear pierced Tzeentch. After he barely blocked it, he found a vague figure appearing from behind him. Tzeentch flapped his wings and flapped them behind him. The powerful divine power rushed towards the target that appeared behind him.

The Harlequin groaned as he was knocked from the shadows. But before Tzeentch could make another move, a soul-piercing scream pierced the very soul, leaving even the god in a trance. It was the furious war cry of countless Eldar souls trapped in endless soul circuits, unable to reincarnate. The roar of a civilization once the dominant force in the galaxy weighed heavily on Tzeentch. Seizing this opportunity, the Traveler stabbed the sword's chest with a spear, then slashed with the force, sending the god's blood cascading into the mortal realm, where it was consumed by the many realms that enveloped it.

"You can't defeat Tzeentch." The Emperor's figure appeared in front of Tzeentch again, and the powerful Emperor's sword smashed down like a hammer, and Tzeentch could only barely cope with it.

The battle of the High Dimensions raged on, while the Mortal Empire's legions launched wave after wave of onslaughts against the rebels. Hordes of Tzeentchian daemons, commanded by the Lord of Change, attempted to resist the onslaught, but without divine protection, the daemons proved powerless. Some of the Thousand Sons provided cover, while others, along with their Dark Primarchs, were cared for by Tzeentch. From the moment the Gods of Order descended, they were already embraced by Tzeentch within his own feathers.

Tzeentch knew that the vast majority of mortal forces in this battle would be vulnerable, so he had to protect certain key pawns. Compared to the mortal Legionaries and Primarchs, the value of demons was far less. Thus, these demons became cannon fodder, delaying the Imperial army.

"How could this happen?" The Spell-Eater, having failed to unleash his psychic energy once again, looked on in horror at the psychic sparks before him. As a formidable psychic among the Lords of Change, Spell-Eater Gnar had already failed three times in a row. This was incomprehensible to him. However, just as he was about to sacrifice his spellbook containing 9999 spells to gain greater spellcasting power, a sudden warning flashed through his mind, causing him to stop.

He retreated quickly like a frightened quail, hiding behind a group of fire demons and Tzeentchian horns. A moment later, a Tzeentchian demon prince not far from him, after sacrificing his weapon and a large number of soul fragments, finally released a bolt of psychic lightning.

A powerful psychic storm roared towards the distant Salamanders. However, at this moment, something in the sky seemed to have abandoned the Demon Prince. Then, the Demon Prince went mad! The out-of-control psychic storm was blown back, and in a flash of lightning, the Demon Prince and the surrounding demons were blown to ash.

"It's the gods! It's the gods watching here! What is my lord doing?" Spell-Eater Nar clutched his head like an ostrich, not even daring to open his eyes. Fearing he'd drawn the attention of some being. He finally understood why he'd felt that alarm. If he'd been the one casting the spell, then everything that happened to that unfortunate demon prince would have happened to him.

"Even though the gods are fighting, the gods of order still have enough energy to pay attention to the battlefield. Their advantage is too great. And the action just now should be an idea of ​​the Eldar God of Death." Nar quickly thought about the situation in front of him.

The battle had begun with a catastrophic collapse; there was no so-called battle, only a crushing defeat. However, the gods' direct attack to eliminate the troublemakers was merely an appetizer. The following scene filled Gnar with even greater fear, for when he opened his eyes again, he saw the demon's soul being torn and shattered!

To put it simply, when the realm of the gods descended, the demons could no longer be resurrected. The demons' favorite thing to do, devouring souls, fell on them at this moment.

The souls of demons who died in battle were blocked by the realm of the gods, unable to return to the warp. Their souls were devoured by the realm of the gods, then torn and shattered, the parts representing knowledge and power extracted, and the parts representing demonic nature directly crushed by divine power or thrown into the depths of the realm, burned and purified by the blazing fire of faith!

On the battlefield, countless demons were utterly destroyed every minute. The wails of demonic souls echoed across the battlefield, but for the Imperial soldiers participating in the battle, this was the most beautiful music. What could be more exciting than the utter destruction of the enemy?

However, just when Nar was about to run back and was considering how to open a portal to leave the battlefield, two huge figures appeared in front of Nar. When Nar looked closely, he found that these two guys seemed somewhat familiar. One was Fulgrim, and the other seemed to be Demon Disaster?

"Uh... Are you still accepting surrender now?" The dignified Lord of Change, Spelleater Nar, knelt on the ground with a thud and raised the staff in his hand.

"We do not accept the surrender of demons." Fugen's face showed deep disgust.

"I can be a human, really, I can be a human, I can reshape my soul! You can even use me for experiments. I am the most knowledgeable demon under Tzeentch, and the lord next to you can prove it. Really, every word I say is true." The Spelleater Nar said anxiously.

"Do you know this guy?" Fugen asked with some surprise as he looked at the demon disaster that appeared in human form next to him.

"Yes, this guy is considered an academic among the Tzeentch demons. He is usually responsible for collecting and recording knowledge. He is quite famous because he is good at using psychic power." Mozai said helplessly as he looked at the "old acquaintance" in front of him.

"Then how do you know him?" Fugen asked curiously.

"I once beat him up and stole some things from him." said Mozai.

"Well, considering that he still has research value, let's spare his life for now." Fulgrim nodded in agreement, and then Nar was controlled and thrown into the Emperor's domain.

What awaits him could be used as research material for demons, or perhaps a spiritual cleansing. Or perhaps even being made into some kind of magical tool. Demons favor powerful human souls. Similarly, the souls of powerful demons can be tools for intelligent civilizations, especially when those civilizations have "people above them."

Gnar's fate epitomized the demonic forces of this battle. After the overwhelming power of the Gods of Order, and the demons' supposed advantage of resurrection, they were no match for the forces of a higher intelligent civilization. Vast swathes of demons were decimated by the combined forces of the Empire and the Eldar, while psychic energy and various forbidden weapons swept the battlefield.

Even the starships lowered their altitude and entered the atmosphere. The firepower used against space battleships was unleashed upon the ground, like a volcanic eruption. As for what would happen if a battleship entered the atmosphere and something went wrong? The traveler said, "Just go down. I'll take care of the rest."

"Let's put our little guy here." Perturabo glanced at the fortress in the distance. A large group of Tzeentch Lords and some Thousand Sons Legion rebels were hiding in it. The previous attacking forces seemed to have deliberately avoided the distant castle, which made this castle an isolated island in the storm.

However, this wasn't an oversight by those who devised the attack plan. It was a deliberate act by Perturabo, who wanted to test a newly developed weapon. A device called a psychic blocker, it could block the psychic energy of a specific group. Simply put, it selectively forbade magic, preventing the enemy from casting spells while allowing the attacker to cast spells.

"The samples inside are very good. There are demons, Thousand Sons rebels and mortal psykers. There are also various alien psykers enslaved by these demons and rebels." Perturabo rubbed his hands excitedly.

"We will first use firepower to force them to use psychic shields, and then we will use psychic blockers to see how effective it is. What do you think of my idea, Dorn?" Perturabo said to Dorn next to him.

"You are a little different now. You have started to like these metaphysical things." Dorn frowned. He didn't expect that the brother who used to fight with him would also start to develop psychic powers so enthusiastically.

"No, you are wrong. What I developed is equipment to deal with psychic energy. This system is the product of the combination of ancient civilization and human civilization. It is a powerful weapon for non-psychics to deal with psychic energy." Perturabo explained.

"We will always have to face various abominations in the future, so we must be prepared." Then Boss Pi waved his hand, and the Titan Legion of the Iron Warriors and the gunship formation of the Sky Fist behind him poured deadly firepower towards the distant fortress. The moment the opponent raised the psychic shield, a sneer appeared on Boss Pi's lips.

As a pale green light shot into the distance, the thick psychic shield vanished like a popped bubble, and then, due to the backlash of the psychic energy, countless souls were directly burned. The shattering and wailing of souls echoed in the Primarchs' astonishing senses.

"We've saved ourselves a lot of trouble, haven't we? And this experiment was a resounding success," Perturabo said with a smile. "Tell the warsmith in charge of the research and development and his men that they can call me father in the future!" Perturabo's words drew cheers from a group of Iron Warriors in the distance.

"Crash, everything is crumbling," Tzeentch gasped, chaotic magical flames pouring out from the wounds of his avatar. The gods of order carefully surrounded him, patiently wearing him down, bit by bit, step by step, carefully wiping away his avatar, ensuring a complete and utter destruction. Tzeentch attempted to break free, even employing materials unique to this world, but all efforts failed. He now needed to make a decision.

"You have triumphed after all." Tzeentch parried another of the Emperor's attacks, wielding his claws to repel the Harlequin. "The battle here must end, as your reward for defeating me. May I warn you that if you act slowly, Khorne and Nurgle may gain considerable advantage."

"Don't worry, we won't let them go, but the prerequisite is that we have to kill you first." The traveler said with a smile.

"Huh, you're still as annoying as ever." Tzeentch looked at the traveler he had fought for tens of thousands of years. "Alright, remember what you said, I'll grant you what you asked for!"

With that, Tzeentch began to fade away, his avatar transformed into a raw and violent divine and psychic force. He was ready for his final act, his avatar no longer needed. All he desired was to return the Dark Ponies and some of his core "assets" to Tzeentch's domain. To achieve this goal, Tzeentch was willing to sacrifice some of his own authority!

With a tearing sound, a piece of flesh fell from Tzeentch's body and then turned into a colorful crystal. As soon as the crystal was formed, it flew away at an unattainable speed.

"A piece of psychic authority. Who wants it?" the Clown asked after taking a look. The Eldar had their own psychic system and could also uncover some of the legacy of the Ancient Saints, so they weren't interested in psychic authority.

"Emperor, you take it. I'll keep an eye on Him!" The Traveler's eyes remained fixed on Tzeentch. He was interested in psychic energy, but it was not what he needed most.

"Are you all right?" the Emperor asked.

"Don't worry, I can still fight," the Traveler said confidently, waving the Twilight Spear in his hand. Even with Tzeentch, now at low health and having divided power among himself, he was a weakling against the Traveler. The reason the Emperor had sent him to retrieve him was because they were worried that Tzeentch would escape. Therefore, the Traveler, the second strongest of the Gods of Order and the most skilled at escaping and pursuing, remained behind.

A moment later, Tzeentch dropped a second fragment, this one holding the power to interfere with fate. The Traveler remained unmoved, signaling the Harlequin to retrieve the second fragment. Just as the Harlequin vanished, Tzeentch's remaining form transformed into a blue storm, attempting to escape. Unsurprisingly, the storm was intercepted by the Traveler's vast ocean, trapping Tzeentch once again.

"I knew you were dishonest." The traveler grinned and swung the Twilight Spear, piercing Tzeentch's body again. On the other side, the Eldar Death God also rushed up, and the three parties fought again.

"Alas..." Finally, with a long sigh from the incarnation of Tzeentch, its entire body shattered, all authority and godhead fading. The remaining power enveloped its "core assets," including the dark pony, and flew towards Tzeentch's domain. The Traveler hesitated, but did not intercept it. Instead, he chose to seize the authority of "Transformation" that Tzeentch had dropped.

The Traveler made a choice, believing the power he now possessed would better complement his pursuits of travel and exploration. As for the Dark Ponies? The Traveler and the Emperor were suggesting that perhaps in the future, Magnus's evil intentions would need to be purged, but not now. Excessively weakening Tzeentch would benefit Khorne and Nurgle. Maintaining a rough balance among the Chaos Gods would allow their struggle to endure and intensify.

Tzeentch himself could accept this outcome. After all, what else could he do? His avatar had vanished, and he could no longer exert any influence on this great rebellion. For him, when the gods of order came knocking, the fall of his avatar and the loss of his authority were already a foregone conclusion. Tzeentch could only accept what was destined to be lost.

Fortunately, some of its "core assets" have returned. The Dark Ponies and the Thousand Sons rebellion ensured that Tzeentch maintained an active presence in the real universe even after the Great Heresy. While it might be difficult for Tzeentch to wreak havoc within the Imperium after the war, it could certainly target alien civilizations beyond the Astronomican's reach. The galaxy is vast, and for a well-intentioned and willing Tzeentch, there will always be opportunities.

Chapter 452 Vashtor's Revenge

"I hope that next, the Emperor and the Traveler can be more powerful and beat up that bloodthirsty vicious dog and that pile of green rotten meat. That way, my pressure will be less." Tzeentch said to himself.

"The incarnation of Tzeentch has been destroyed." The incarnation of Khorne stopped temporarily and said to Nurgle beside him.

"Indeed, Tzeentch's avatar was destroyed, and he also lost some of his authority. He lost miserably this time," Nurgle said with a somewhat complicated expression. He was naturally happy that Tzeentch's avatar had been defeated. He even couldn't help but give a thumbs-up to the Gods of Order. However, if it were their turn next, he wouldn't be able to smile.

"So, what should we do?" Nurgle looked at Khorne and asked.

"We..." Khorne looked at the half-dead Vulcan in the distance, lost in thought. For a moment, Khorne truly wanted to draw Vulcan into his anti-Tzeentch camp. But when Nurgle entered the Dark Forge Realm, all that was lost. Now, even if Vulcan defected and sided with Khorne, the three of them would be no match for the four on the other side.

"Let's try harder. The Gods of Order are tracking down the fragments of authority and power scattered by Tzeentch. It will take some time for them to gather together, and given their caution, they will not come to trouble us alone before they reunite. This guy is just one breath away!" Khorne raised his beheading sword again!

"War, killing and blood!" With the roar of Khorne, he rushed forward like a madman. Now he had given up everything and no longer considered the possible backstab of the Gods of Order. He only thought about how to destroy the existence in front of him and then explode this guy's gold coins!

"Puff..." Khorne once again used the sword in his hand to deflect Vashtor's hammer, and then stabbed the sword into the body of the dark-forged demigod. The divine power and the flames of Khorne burned Vashtor's body, and an incurable wound began to spread on his body.

Nurgle next to him quickly followed suit, and smashed Vashtor with a bell condensed by corrupt authority. The plague and corrupt power emitted from the bell corrupted Vashtor's already injured wings. One of the steel wings that were originally like a skeleton was broken, and the damaged wing now began to mold, grow cysts and rotten flesh.

And that wasn't all. The realms of Khorne and Nurgle continually invaded the Darkforge Realm, roiling seas of blood and gardens filled with twisted, diseased creatures expanding and gradually shrinking the Darkforge Realm. This direct engagement and rooting out the root of the enemy's power completely exposed the weaknesses of the Vorbanxian.

Wa Banxian possessed godhood, authority, divine power, and even a domain. He was infinitely more powerful than the Lord of Radiance, seemingly a deity. However, Wa Banxian possessed godhood, but it wasn't high. He had authority, but it wasn't complete. He had divine power, but it was difficult to replenish.

Although on the surface, Wa Banxian was considered a conceptual god, inherently stronger than the average god of faith. However, although a god of faith relied on faith, once achieved, the faith of an intelligent race supporting this god would grant the latter considerable power of faith, and thus relatively more divine power.

But Wa Banxian is different. He's not a racial deity. While he's skilled in technology and even managed to swindle humanity during the Golden Age, fundamentally, he doesn't have many followers. He's easy to manipulate, but lacks faith. Furthermore, he's not naturally strong like those five guys, which puts him in a difficult position. If the Chaos God is a bucket, then Wa Banxian is a basin... He has everything, but nothing is complete, and nothing is strong.