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"O destiny, as the moon is fickle, where fortune and fortune depend on misfortune, a life of misery is followed by sweetness, manipulated at will, poverty without support, power so great that it melts like ice and snow, destiny is frightening and empty, Thousands of turns are vicious and murderous, praying in vain for everything…”

A man in a gray suit was walking among the sea of ​​stars, his skin was green, smooth, and extremely disgusting.

The man walked past a gestational star, then turned into a huge white snake and began to crawl on the ground.

The snake spit out its long letter, and there was no emotion in its scarlet eyes like jewels. It crawls... meanders through the sea of ​​stars, its slender tail, whether intentional or not, crushes several planets.

Their debris floated in the warp, churned into a surging storm by a force from nowhere, roaring and engulfing the surrounding planets with a manic force. The white snake stopped in place, watching the storm with interest—to be precise, watching the back of the storm.

The golden brilliance came out through the storm, and the stars were scattered. The snake became a blue bird again in a burst, followed by an indeterminate colored smoke.

It changes its form, and every time it changes, its strength becomes stronger. finally. By the time that golden brilliance came to it, it had become a huge demon. Thousands of different faces boiled against her skin, sitting cross-legged and floating in the air.

"You found me."

She nodded gracefully to the man in the golden armor: "I hope you and my children are having a good time, but I guess most of them are dead, right?"

The man didn't speak, and Tzeentch obviously knew why, and she giggled, as if she couldn't hide her happiness. The laughter echoed in the man's ears, and eventually it became an indescribably terrifying laughter.

"I thought this would not work, but I didn't expect it to actually work."

Tzeentch smiled and said, "Who would have thought that you would be willing to be at the mercy of those mortals? Let their beliefs shatter you and shape you into a thousand different images. Ah, old friend, this is how I know you. My happiest moment ever."

The Emperor remained silent, so far he was the Emperor of Men, not the God of Men. Skyfire rose from behind him, illuminating his face.

And that devil, she was still chattering.

"I can't wait. What kind of welcome ceremony do you think I'm going to give you? Oh, by then, you may not be you anymore. Our friendship has to be reckoned from the beginning."

Tzeentch grinned at her mouth, his fangs full of fangs, but the Emperor didn't bother to answer her at all.

He had fought with her for so long, and he knew one thing well.

Anything that comes out of Tzeentch's mouth could be the truth or it could be a lie. But the process of trying to tell what's true from what's not will lead you into a bigger conspiracy, so the best way to deal with Tzeentch is to not listen to anything she has to say.

Also, he didn't have much left to speak.

He raised his arm, and the blade rose with his movement. The sky fire behind him suddenly soared, and the light that the flame erupted at that moment seemed to illuminate the entire subspace.

The darkness around him was expelled, and the Tzeentch demons hidden in it screamed and emerged, before being completely burnt to ashes in the flames. Countless pillars of fire rose into the sky, and the smile on Tzeentch's face had not disappeared. She even observed it all with a grace that came from nowhere.

And the Emperor just took a step forward.

He stepped in the sea of ​​​​stars, and there was nothing under his feet, but he could still walk. The indescribable power made his entire face become blurred, looking extremely sacred, just a golden brilliance. Every time the sword fell, the collapsing fire would burst into a stronger light.

Look directly at him and you will be blind. Stop him and you will die.

Tzeentch watched all this patiently,

Then reach out to fish out more of her demons from her realm or elsewhere in the warp, and send them to the Emperor to die.

Most of them can't survive for a second and will die directly, both physically and mentally. And a few big demons can persist for more than a few seconds, but still can't escape the fate of death.

Yes, destiny.

This is the fate that Tzeentch has woven for them. Ten thousand years of waiting and careful planning are all for this moment... let them die. The more they died, the happier she was. In fact, the smile on her face never stopped.

"How, are you still happy to kill?" Tzeentch shouted at the man who was walking towards him. "I hope you are still happy! Our old friend for so many years, this is your first visit, and I naturally have to give you the best treatment!"

"Do you think this will work?"

The Emperor finally spoke. He raised his eyes and glanced at Tzeentch, his voice still calm: "Escape, change form, so that I can't find your breath, let them kill you. I know your purpose clearly. It's no use. Yes, you are destined to die today."

"yes."

Tzeentch pulled her voice so long that she didn't seem to care about the threat, and continued to laugh: "If you want to kill me, first of all, you have to come before me. This way you will have a chance. When it comes to me, how can you kill me? You are too weak, and you need to follow these rules when it comes to your life."

"Rules are the most useless thing in the world, old friend. If you didn't follow the moral lines you set for yourself, your empire would have stood in the sea of ​​stars. You would have killed us all, but You don't want to do that. How stupid? Bound yourself with your own rules..."

"But I don't need it, dear old friend. I just have to wait until you die - and the god who was born from your dead body did not threaten me with the same power as you. A broken conglomerate body, a sad product that doesn't even have a will of its own..."

The harsh laughter broke out again: "God of mankind! Humans worship you and give you such a title, why don't you obey them?"

The Emperor did not speak, he moved forward, as always.

He was in great pain, the Golden Throne's injury had not actually recovered, and the injury would not have recovered. His body is actually still the same, and it is entirely because of his psychic power that he can stand in the warp now. With every movement, he could feel his body protesting to him, but he dared not stop.

He could feel...that 'God', that which was shaped by human belief, was about to be born.

He must do one last thing for humanity before he dies.

Yes, he must.

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"The ancient sage is waiting for you here!"

Empty echoes reverberate in the underground airport, dusty but no life born. It seems that even the most insignificant insects disdain to live here for a long time, in fact, it is not the case. This is a dead planet for a long time, and it is impossible for any life to survive here for a long time.

No, I'm going to correct it - except for one person.

"The ancient sage is waiting for you here!"

At the other end of the underground hangar was a small orbiting spacecraft, its hull shattered by falling debris.

A forward-leaning wing snapped off the fuselage by a falling beam. A breach in the back of the ship gleamed like glass, vitrified by the jet of the ship. Next to the spaceship is a fearless silhouette, already broken.

It was held down by a huge steel beam, unable to move, and the surface of the sarcophagus was covered in dust. The color of the armor had faded over time, and a leg was not far from its body.

The Dreadnought lay in a deep pit, its surface scarred and scarred by hot melt that had nearly refurbished its surface, and the cables snaked down the ship's shattered hatch to the Dreadnought's bottom.

From the bottom, which was so destroyed that it was almost impossible to see what it was, some instruments were emitting a tiny light.

"The ancient sage is waiting for you here!"

That's where the sound came from.

Inside the adamantine sarcophagus, a mutilated body is breathing slowly. It's almost impossible, he should have died long ago - this is Instefan Three. No one can survive here, and for so long.

maybe.

The electrolytes in the sarcophagus were still feeding him, and Rila was sleeping. He is of Guterran descent, which means he joined the Legion late in the Unification Wars. He became Dreadnought long ago, and his life is almost the history of the Emperor's Children. Rila the Ancient Sage, that is his name.

Here he lay, the crude apparatus over and over again following the mechanism he had set before he fell asleep. Sending a monotonous signal that lasted for thousands of years. This is not a distress signal, but a bait, a trap.

Underneath the Dreadnought... there is a virus bomb. Eater of life. That is its name, and it has killed countless people, more than any demon in the Warp. This is Rila's elaborate trap, waiting for someone to come and die with him.

His wish will not come true today. A golden light flashed across the surface of the iron coffin, a dull sound echoed in the cold hangar, and Dreadnought itself began to move slowly. But it is not controlled by the person inside, but by some higher-level and deeper power. A power that has persisted in the warp for thousands of years.

The dust on the ground began to vibrate, and they flew up one by one, and the Dreadnought Mecha began to stand up slowly. Its viewing window is lit.

Technically, this is not possible. It's missing a leg, and its energy is all but depleted. This iron coffin shouldn't be able to do anything other than keep Rila alive. However, it just stood up. Not only that, but it even started walking - all the way to the outside of the hangar.

With only one leg.

The gates of the underground hangar that had been closed for 10,000 years were opened again, and the surface of Instefan III was chilling. The scars from the orbital bombardment still remained on the ground, which was full of ash and vitrified rock. The ground reflected a golden brilliance, and hundreds of shattered glass reflected the brilliance that could never have appeared on Instefan III.

One of the beams shone on Rila's iron coffin and shone on his observation window. The Dreadnought stopped, its arms drooping. The soul in the iron coffin opened his eyes in a shudder.

"What?" He spat out a word, soaked in golden light all over his body. "what happened?"

No one answered, he only heard the sound of running. A child ran from behind him, wearing only a cloth robe. He looked like a child, and Rila looked down to find herself standing on a golden bridge.

"Stop, boy."

Trying to keep his cool, Rila called out in low Gothic to the child who had crossed him: "Where is this place?"

"I don't know, sir." The boy nodded politely to him. "However, you are very strange. I don't think I should dream of a person like you."

"Dream?"

Rila felt a sense of absurdity, and he rubbed the boy's head amusingly. "How could you think this is a dream?"

The child clapped his hands away angrily and straightened his hair: "Because I'm sleeping! What else could this be if it wasn't my dream? Otherwise, the emperor's apparition must have been moved by my prayer before bed. , that's why she made me dream about it. Don't you think it's beautiful here?"

The child's emotions came and went quickly, and he quickly ran around Rila happily, pointing to the golden bridge and the surrounding blue sky and cheering. Rila was silent.

This...is not a dream.

He lowered his head and looked at his hands. The hands were of healthy complexion, well-knotted and intact. It was completely different from the fearless and bulky gun barrels and power gloves he remembered. Rila raised her head slowly and walked forward. The kid was still playing around, and in his mind, Rila might really just be a figure in a dream.

Leaving the kid, Rila stepped forward. He felt light in his body, even his consciousness. People kept coming up behind him, walking alongside him, or overtaking him. Others simply stayed where they were, unwilling to move. No one speaks, no one talks, and their consciousness becomes one at this time.

The further they went, the more golden light shone, and a man in a black robe stood at the end of the bridge. There was nothing behind him, just pure nothingness. The crowd stopped in front of him, and Rila looked at him carefully.

He looked tired.

This was Rila's first thought, followed by a huge sense of absurdity - what the hell am I doing? What should I do?

With this daze, Rila saw the man slowly raise his right hand and heard him say, "He needs your help."

who?

Rila didn't ask, but felt that the man was looking at her.

"he."

The man spoke slowly, his face was gradually swallowed by the golden light, and his body began to tremble. A huge beam of light took his place, rising from where he was standing, and the violent explosion almost made Rila deaf, but the man's voice stuck firmly in his mind.

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Tzeentch's traps followed one after another. She didn't just throw those demons out to die, but cast a depraved spell through their bodies. The Emperor could detect almost every vicious detail in it, but he couldn't see every single one of them.

Like this one now.

A dark cloud of evil sorcery came from beyond the chaos, obscuring his vision, preventing him from seeing anything. Tracing Tzeentch's trail is naturally out of the question. He gasped, the feeling of being torn apart intensified. And he drives his body and doesn't let himself stop.

Can't stop, this is not the end.

Skyfire ignited on the blade, carrying his blood—the Emperor swung the blade, no longer as fast as before. Tzeentch's tactics were successful, and his stamina was exhausted. To be precise, his spirit is being consumed and absorbed.

The blade is slow, but still firm. The huge dark cloud was pierced to reveal a planet within, which the flames burned into gleaming glass. He walked past it, and a cracking sound came from behind him. The Emperor raised his blade, held it to his side, and a claw slammed him into the air.

Tzeentch mocked his impotence with her disgusting laugh, and the Emperor heard her say, "Soon you will be out of sight. Do you know why?"

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"Because any newborn will eventually open their eyes when they become self-aware, they will want to see the world. So, your eyes will be taken away by her. Next, she will take your arms, who will Don't you start to perceive the world by touching it?"

Tzeentch spoke to him very patiently, hit him with a single blow, and then fled directly. She didn't fight the Emperor head-on at all, but kept using her demons as traps to drain his stamina, and tried to beat his spirits with vicious words.

I don't know if the latter is useful, but the former is clearly effective.

The Emperor felt the flow of power within him, and he knew that Tzeentch was right. He showed a smile, and the sky fire poured out from behind again, helping him to stabilize his body, so as not to stop after smashing a few planets. The warp was turbulent because of their battle, and strange fluctuations were floating strangely.

A cloud of mist floated up, stopping not far from him, and Tzeentch's voice rang out again: "Seriously, old friend. There's no point in what you're doing. You've lost your demeanor and ended up like a lunatic with a sword. Chasing and killing me across the warp, but not touching half of my fingers, I'm already exhausted."

"What's the point of that?"

no answer. The Emperor gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands. As the knuckles clenched, the lines of the sword body overflowed with light, and the electric fire rushed, wrapping the sharp blade in the flames. He raised his sword, and the boiling flame roared towards the uncertain mist, burning it clean. And Tzeentch's voice was still echoing.

"What's the point of that?" she asked again.

"I can manipulate the fate of countless people and distort the minds of living beings. But I never do that, because it's too boring. I prefer to hide behind their backs and drench their life trajectory with details, and let them go to destruction on their own. It's more interesting that way. And you, old friend. You willingly gave up those really interesting paths and chose for yourself a path full of pain and thorns with no turning back."

"I can't understand you," Tzeentch said frankly. "So I want to destroy you, I have to destroy you. I knew it from the moment I was born, I saw today, and I sensed the fate between you and me. This is because of character, or there is a higher The existence of dimensions manipulates our minds. But I don't care because..."

"You're going to die soon, today." Tzeentch said happily. "And your empire, don't worry. I'll take good care of it."

The Emperor looked up, and he looked into the dark void of nothingness. There was an emotion in Tzeentch's eyes that made Tzeentch almost feel stinging.

"You won't understand, things like you are only worthy of being trampled and wailing to death. You can't understand what is really beautiful, because the essential force that shaped you and made you exist is ugly..."

The Emperor spoke slowly, gasping for breath with every sentence he uttered. so weak.

"I pity you, Tzeentch," he said sympathetically. "You can't understand me, you don't know a reason, so you want me to give you a reason. But I won't, and you won't get an answer from my death."

A smile appeared on his face: "...because you don't deserve it at all."

"boom--!"

Blue evil energy was brought out of the void, and with a burst of fury bombarded the place where the Emperor had just stood. Tzeentch's anger was so strong that it even caused a certain deity who was at war with Nurgle to cast a curious glance. The Emperor's smile turned into a laughter, the deep disdain in the laughter making Tzeentch shudder.

His form also began to appear - a cloud of silver smoke with no shape, floating among the asteroid belts. The next second, a sword pierced into it.

"I said, I will kill you sooner or later."

The Emperor twirled his blade, and his power poured into it unreservedly. Tzeentch screeched as the magic weapon began to creak unbearably—she couldn't bear the Emperor's power, and his power was poisonous to anything in the Warp. She tried to escape, but was completely unable to move.

"Didn't you want to kill me?"

The Lord of Humans let go, the blade still stuck in the silver smoke. His power compressed the surrounding space, and thousands of golden chains whizzed out from behind him, blocking the space around Tzeentch, trapping her here. Immediately afterwards, he raised his hands and exposed his chest.

"Come on, kill me," he said with a smile. "Try it."

The blade began to swell, the sky fire behind the Emperor disappeared, and the golden brilliance could no longer be seen in him, only the purest human nature - a human, a proud human standing here, playing with the Naja space The wise evil spirit spit out his disdain.

"You cowardly bug."

"Do not--!"

Tzeentch started screaming, as if she could use words and screams to stop what was about to happen, she couldn't. Because another person is burning his life.

"Yes." The Emperor smiled. "Die, come with me. Come on."