Bronze door through time and space

Chapter 909 Wealth from All Directions
Yan Xu thought he could continue to hide, but he underestimated his opponent's abilities. When he was simultaneously locked onto by the Heavenly Eye and the Fiery Eye, he knew it was time to face him.

This was the first time Yan Xu had faced those three in his avatar. Although he wasn't afraid of a real fight, his idol image was too heavy, making him unconsciously breathe lightly, even though he didn't need to breathe now.

Whether it was because he was just an avatar or something else, the three—high, medium, and short—didn't immediately start shouting for battle. Instead, a strange atmosphere arose, leaving him somewhat bewildered.

Given their level of understanding, they no longer needed to communicate verbally, but Yan Xu felt that he might have misunderstood something. Was there really such a good thing?

These three weren't idle either; they somehow acquired several great worlds on the verge of rebirth.

Both the world and the universe have life cycles, just like breathing. Each contraction and expansion is a cycle, only the cycle is unimaginably long.

The three worlds they brought out were not much smaller than the Warhammer universe combined. They used them all as stakes to merge them with the Warhammer universe, create a new world, and then the four of them entered the game as true spirits, concealing their true forms and spiritual consciousness, and fought an equal battle.

Yan Xu was speechless. Him? Fight three? Or all three of you?!
What exactly is wrong with you about him? Or are you wrong about yourselves? What makes you have such great confidence in me?

Just then, Daji, who had escaped with her original body, suddenly appeared out of nowhere, smiling and taking out her bets to join the game.

Seeing Daji taking the initiative, Yan Xu seemed to understand something. Since he was used to cheating, he nodded in agreement.

Yan Xu has about eighteen Warhammer Worlds, two single universes, and the cornerstone he dug in the Heavenly Dao World. The other three have only nine large worlds in total, and with Daji's bet, it's at most twelve. This means that Yan Xu will have more power in the new world.

However, he had no confidence at all in using this to close the gap between himself and the other three.

These three are distinguished by their realm of understanding and their strength, and there is a distinction between real fighting and fake fighting. Above real fighting, there is also the possibility of unleashing one's full potential.

Otherwise, why would he be so cowardly? He would have already grabbed a weapon and attacked.

Therefore, when the other party proposed the bet, he was still a little uneasy and didn't really want to agree.

However, Daji's appearance made him realize something, but he wasn't sure.

However, upon closer reflection, the possibility is not low. After all, which of these three, no, these four, is not rebellious? Even he is a transmigrator in a novel who defies heaven and earth, destroys gods and Buddhas.

If the five of them stick together, unless the Heavenly Dao World dares to risk the incomplete Heavenly Dao by releasing a Sage, no matter who comes, it won't work. They'll either get beaten by monkeys, bitten by dogs, or have their tendons pulled out by Lotus Root King.

Yan Xu's eyes kept flashing as he thought about it and it made more and more sense. But all of this was on the premise that those three could break free from the control of the Heavenly Dao over them.

Even if Yan Xu used cheat codes, it was a long-term plan, and he only managed to escape by taking huge risks.

They are more severely controlled or assimilated by the Heavenly Dao, and they would likely have to pay a heavy price to break free.

However, after paying the price, any great immortal from the Heavenly Dao World could easily deal with them, which is why they need him.

These are all Yan Xu's guesses. He doesn't know if they are the truth, but the temptation is too great.

Yan Xu was a little flustered at this moment, because if he guessed wrong, the consequences would be too serious.

The creation of the world still requires the merging of several worlds. As for the bet, Yan Xu plans to take it one step at a time.

As for whether he can win the bet, Yan Xu can only say that as long as the cheat is big enough, nothing is impossible.

He accepted this windfall from all directions, this immense wealth!

Although it hasn't even started yet, the Warhammer universe has already undergone some changes due to the injection of external forces, which have neutralized and diluted the despair and darkness within it.

At this moment, the God-Emperor, who sat high on his divine throne and was forced to ascend due to the faith of billions of humans, noticed this slight change. Because Yan Xu's focus had always been on the Empire, these changes mainly occurred among humans. As the ruler of humanity, the Emperor noticed them earlier than the four gods of space, and therefore he did his best to hide them, because among the countless dark futures he saw, this was the only glimmer of light.

This change at this level went unnoticed by anyone in the empire, which continued to unfold according to its original destiny, only with the addition of something else that softened the coldness and cruelty slightly.

The warehouse was dimly lit, but the powerful ventilation and filtration system kept it odorless, and the cooling and water molecule collection systems prevented it from feeling stuffy or humid. Apart from the cold, the environment was excellent for an Imperial warship.

The High Priestess wore only a piece of cloth, yet she appeared incredibly holy, preventing anyone from having the slightest evil thought.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that the opponent has a finely crafted two-handed power greatsword.

She is currently leading her young sisters in spiritual practice. The process is tedious and boring, but it is precisely because of this that they can develop an unbreakable will and faith. However, they still need to eat and sleep, after all, they are just mortals.

They ate the lowest-grade staff meals, which were generally the worst. The higher the deck they were on, the higher their food and accommodation standards were. The members of the bridge cathedral were treated as nobles.

However, it is precisely because of their poor diet that it aligns with their doctrines. Although external support from the three thousand worlds of Type-Moon is limited, food is not included in the scope of support. Therefore, the vast mortal populations of the two legions at least eat like human beings.

The young nuns, their faces bearing the naivety of newcomers to the faith, had eyes full of devotion. They held a lowly staff meal in their hands, expressing their gratitude for the Emperor's bounty.

After the prayers were finished, the nuns opened the package, which contained four items: an energy bar, biscuits, compressed vegetables, and instant coffee.

The latter two need to be brewed with hot water, so soon the entire warehouse was filled with the aroma of vegetables and coffee.

According to their doctrine, they should have sought out the worst food, and the rats, insects, mushrooms, and moss in the lower decks were the natural ingredients they envisioned for sustenance.

But when hot water was slowly poured into the container containing compressed vegetables and instant coffee, the rich aroma of vegetables and the mellow fragrance of coffee instantly filled the warehouse. For the nuns who were used to harsh conditions, the smell was surprisingly tempting.

The High Priestess's lips twitched almost imperceptibly. She hadn't expected that the food in the lower deck of the Golden Throne would be of a standard that most people in the Empire could only dream of in their entire lives.

If she wasn't mistaken, many of these were high-quality ingredients from the agricultural world, meaning they were uncontaminated, whether from the land, the air, or the irrigation water.

Ingredients of this quality should be on the tables of the nobility, but now they have become food for the lower classes.

The High Sister Saint initially thought it was a well-intentioned deception, but after contacting the High Sister Prophet and seeing the supplies stored in the warehouse area, she realized that it was truly the worst food available.

This was clearly a subtle deviation from the doctrines she had always followed. Although it did not violate any doctrines, it still felt a little strange.

However, food cannot be wasted, nor can it be deliberately contaminated, as these would violate the doctrine. Therefore, the elder sister of the saints was the first to pick up the energy bar and take a bite.

As the sweetness spread across her tongue like a bomb, the High Sister Saint couldn't help but marvel at how this was a test given to them by the Emperor—a test of not falling into depravity and indulging in pleasure.

"Eat." The High Sister's voice was calm yet carried an undeniable power. She slowly chewed the energy bar in her mouth, savoring this rare delicacy.

Energy bars are rich in sugar and a small amount of fat, and also contain crushed nuts, making them a veritable calorie bomb. But for the people of the Warhammer world, this is exactly what they need. Even the High Priestess could feel her body greedily absorbing these nutrients, as if parched land had received sweet rain.

While coarse biscuits containing dietary fiber don't taste or feel good, they can increase satiety, which is a luxury for people in the Warhammer world.

Vegetable soup is a source of various vitamins. It has a mediocre taste and is slightly bitter, but it is still a novel delicacy for the nuns. Due to excessive industrial development and a large population, growing vegetables has become an inefficient option, far less cost-effective than taking synthetic supplements. As a result, many commoners in the empire have never eaten a single vegetable or fruit in their entire lives, and are even unaware of their existence.

The final touch of coffee is the finishing touch. A cup of warm instant coffee goes down your throat, its rich taste with a slight bitterness can instantly dispel fatigue, gradually relax tense nerves, and restore depleted energy more quickly.

Among the saints and nuns who were torturing their own minds and bodies, a little warmth actually arose from a meal. This scene was comparable to Slaanesh clinging to the emperor's leg, begging for kisses, hugs, and to be lifted up high.

(End of this chapter)