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Chapter 712 You want to prove you're the Eternal Dragon? You dare to prove you're the Eternal Dragon!
Tzeentch manipulated fate, sending it like threads hanging down, as he attempted to re-establish control over Azak Ahriman.

Azak Ahriman was too precious, especially the moment His divine status was revealed. Tzeentch realized that Ahriman's value was even greater than he had anticipated.

The divine position occupied by Azak Ahriman is named Ahriman, representing the worst aspect of fate, symbolizing the destiny of all things to turn to dust, and the inevitable fall into darkness. The closer to the end of the universe, the stronger and more dangerous this divine position becomes.
The threads of fate pierce Azak Ahriman, imprisoned in a cage by the space wolf, from different dimensions of the past, present, and future.
Magnus had lost all knowledge of psychic powers at the time, relying entirely on instinct to unleash them. While powerful, their accuracy was somewhat unpredictable. This led to a possible deviation when sending Ahriman out of the warp, causing Ahriman to fall towards Fenris instead of being transported to Wizarding Planet.

He was captured directly from orbit by Fenris's gravity, smashed through the atmosphere, passed through thick clouds, and plunged headlong into Fenris's Wolf Fang Fortress.

At that time, inside Wolf Fang Fortress, old wolf Logan was holding a banquet, discussing the wizarding planet that had suddenly appeared next to Fenris.
As a result, Ahriman smashed through the ceiling of Wolf Fang Fortress like a cannonball, crashing headfirst into the banquet hall of the Space Wolves. His horned helmet embedded itself directly into the rough stone floor, standing upright right in front of Logan Grimnal.

Even Logan, the old wolf, had never seen anything like it before, and almost thought it was some new attack method from Ahriman.
However, Ahriman did not move at all, remaining in that upside-down position with his helmet stuck in the ground.

Logan then put Ahriman in the cage, intending to discuss with Bjorn how to deal with him.
Ahriman offered almost no resistance throughout the process; His emotions were in a state of extreme stagnation, a state brought on by His father's sacrifice and the impact of His ascension to Godhood.

Tzeentch's threads of fate dangled, but before they could touch Ahriman, they crumbled into ashes, inch by inch.
How powerful! Even though Ahriman had clearly fallen from his ascension to godhood, the power binding him remained so immense.

Is Ahriman's divine status really that exaggerated? His strength is even greater than that of Vashtor in the past.

Why does this happen?

Is the galaxy already so close to its destruction?

Tzeentch looked at Fenris with some resentment. It wasn't just Ahriman's own power; Fenris's cold winds, frost, subterranean fire, and undead were also hindering Tzeentch's strength.
He now has more important goals and no time to waste on Fenris and Ahriman.
Tzeentch cast his gaze into the distant depths of space, to the battlefield where Alteramar and the Tau Empire met.

A dense tapestry of fates wove itself into threads that hung from his hands, connecting with Magnus's body.
The multi-headed monster was writhing with terrifying psionic energy, unleashing storms that tore apart the surrounding warships.

Mortarian was using his mobility and the prophetic abilities granted by his numerology to dodge and weave around Magnus, but ultimately, he was only barely holding on.

The power gathered within Magnus far surpasses that of Mortarion.

Magnus now possesses the power of his own from the infinite parallel dimensions, as well as most of the power from the Well of Eternity. In a sense, Magnus is already the god of the realm represented by the Well of Eternity.

Even if Mortarian manages to stall, he can only hold out for a few more moments.

Zhou Yun is currently deeply embroiled in a battle with the will of the insect hive and cannot spare the time to do so.
Ok?
The Lord of Change watched as the threads of fate began to snap one by one, as if an unseen worm was gnawing at destiny from the future.
He looked up in horror from his own domain, gazing into the vast, high heavens.

Boundless waves are rising in the highest heavens, countless warp beings are howling in agony, hunger is spreading among them, the realm of greed is dissolving from the sea, and endless shadows are emerging from the warp like mountains of night.

In those shadows, the Lord of Change saw the low hum of swarms of insects, the thirst of wild beasts hunting, the plight of starving corpses, and the withering of all things.
Thousands of insects cried out in unison, thousands of beasts roared hoarsely, and thousands of people wept softly. Finally, all the ravenous creatures devoured each other, swirling in a circle, head to tail, biting each other, like a giant dragon coiling in the subspace, appearing and disappearing, about to be born.

A distant hunger descended upon the Warp, coalescing into dragons that coiled and roared, devouring all things and feeding on themselves.
Without a doubt, that is the seventh divinity revealed by fate in the warp, the Lord of Greed and Dissolution, ranked after the Dark Lord and the God of Lore, the Eternal Dragon.
He is about to be born.
Zhou Yun lost?

how come?
The will of the Lord of Change trembled, and panic swept through the entire Crystal Labyrinth, causing everything within Tzeentch's Domain to shake and tremble.
Is this still part of His plan?

If Zhou Yun fails, the Eternal Dragon will be born, and the power of the three domains—Greed Dissolves, Vicious Arts, and Corruption Destruction—will weigh down on the Emperor.

The Dark Lord is bound to be born, and Tzeentch does not believe the Emperor can bear the weight of three realms alone.
Just then, Tzeentch suddenly realized that something was amiss with the course of fate.

Fate has clearly changed since then. The ascension of the Tyranid swarm has indeed been stopped, but the ascension itself has not ended, the rise of the Greedy Dissolution Realm has not ended, and the birth of the Eternal Dragon has not ended.

A deep brown light rose from a greedily dissolving patch of shadow, mingled with the aroma of wheat and chestnuts, like a bright, shining sun.
The starving corpses, swarms of insects, and wild beasts embedded in the body of the Eternal Dragon, serving as its scales, let out thirsty screams. They stretched out their limbs, like withered trees yearning for the nourishment of sunlight, reaching towards the deep brown light.
Within that deep brown light, only a brown chestnut-shaped steamed bun floated.

What's happening here?
what happened?
"Tzeentch!!!" A scream rose from Slaanesh's domain as the Lord of Thirst roared at the Lord of Changes, "Was this also part of your plan?"

Is this part of His plan?

Tzeentch looked at his fate, a tangled mess, so blurred that he could no longer discern the future's trajectory.

But, however, Tyrion still had a vague idea of ​​what had happened.
Even if it's unbelievable, even if you don't understand how He did it,
But everything now points to one possibility.
"It's not the will of the hive, nor is it that the Terran swarm wants to become an eternal dragon."

"It is Zhou Yun. He is ascending for the second time. He is seizing the second domain."

"It is He, from beginning to end He is the one who wants to ascend to become an eternal dragon."

Silence. Silence spread throughout the warp, and all beings in the warp heard Tzeentch's words.
The trajectory of fate becomes clear at this moment.

The second ascension. Zhou Yun's first ascension was never actually completed.

Due to the Emperor's obstruction, Zhou Yun never truly became the God of All Machines; he remained in a state of infinitely approaching, but never fully becoming, the God of All Machines.
Now, with his first ascension nearing completion, Zhou Yun has begun his second ascension.
He will simultaneously possess both the art of evil and the dissolution of greed; He will be both the god of all machines and the eternal dragon.

"Has He gone mad?" roared the Lord of Thirst. "Does He want the Lord of Darkness to be born?"

No one answered Slaanesh's question. Tzeentch stared at the real universe with a mixture of horror and delight.

Fear arose from Zhou Yun's actions, while joy stemmed from His perception that a great change was brewing within Zhou Yun.
Since the War of Heaven and the Horus Rebellion, an unprecedented storm of change is brewing in the galaxy, with Zhou Yun at its core.

At the same time, maniacal laughter and battle cries echoed from the Blood God's brass fortress, and the Blood God revealed an almost cruel smile.

"War! War! War!" The roar of war, like a horn, shook the entire High Heavens. Meanwhile, in the real universe, the flesh-and-blood spire built by the Tyranid swarm slowly bloomed like a twisted flower.

Zhou Yun and the Four-Armed Divine Emperor rose simultaneously from the tower.
A shadow appeared around the four-armed god-emperor, the sky dimmed, insects chirped, and the hunger of countless races—the hunger of those races merged and devoured by Tyrion—was faintly visible beside Him, as subdued as stars, as eternal as hunger.
Surrounding Zhou Yun were the aromas of wheat, rice, sweet potatoes, chestnuts, and red beans, swirling like a cloud of food and drink. His hands formed rings, and a chestnut bun multiplied from one to two, then four, then eight, eventually transforming into a ring of chestnut buns that hovered around Zhou Yun.
A powerful force simultaneously surrounded the two of them; it was a call from the realm of dissolving greed, an irresistible torrent.

However, in terms of positioning, the Four-Armed Divine Emperor was slightly behind Zhou Yun, as if He were lifting Zhou Yun up to ascend to heaven.
At the same time, all the Tyranid creatures on this planet stopped moving and turned their heads in unison to look at Zhou Yun and the Four-Armed God Emperor, who were slowly rising into the void.
These Tyranid creatures rose from the earth, transforming into torrents that circled around Zhou Yun and the Four-Armed Divine Emperor before ascending together into the void.
The swarm of insects in the void also stopped moving, twisting their bodies in unison as they looked at Zhou Yun and the Four-Armed God Emperor.

"Black Sun." The Four-Armed God-Emperor gently opened his mouth and uttered a single word: "I saw a pitch-black sun, as if carved from obsidian, as if formed from black smoke. There was nothing in that black sun, not even hunger, never having eaten, never having been eaten."

"Eating and being eaten are both rights and obligations of the living. If something lacks even these, it is an absolute denial of the living."

"And that thing was right before us."

"Can He hold on?"

Zhou Yun held his breath, concentrated, closed his eyes, and remained silent.
He could sense the surging torrents in the warp, the wailing and howling of all things, like an approaching storm.

He looked up at the enormous, dark sun; its heat stung his eyes.
He could see the figure seated on the golden throne.

He wasn't a majestic emperor, nor a god, but simply a weary middle-aged man, a child who wished to be a good person, a bewildered father, just an ordinary person.

He shook his head slightly, even he himself did not know if he could hold on.

Zhou Yun was also unaware that in his dreams, among the more than 22,000 times, he sometimes managed to hold on and sometimes he couldn't, seemingly depending entirely on luck.

"Only God knows," Zhou Yun said softly, almost to himself.

"Where is the heavens?" the Four-Armed God Emperor asked Zhou Yun.

"Then I have no idea either."

"Brother, you seem a bit weak," the Four-Armed God Emperor said with a few laughs.

"What, are you going to back out?" Zhou Yun lowered his head and asked the Four-Armed Divine Emperor.

"I inherited most of the memories from the Emperor's genes, so it's quite right that you call me the Four-Armed God Emperor."

The Four-Armed God-Emperor waved his four arms and said:

"Ten thousand years ago, after the Horus Rebellion, the Emperor believed that humanity was nearing its end, especially as the Primarchs departed one by one and the Empire grew increasingly corrupt. Even the Emperor thought that humanity would collapse soon."

"But as you can see, without Primarchs or Emperors, the Empire of Man has persevered for ten thousand years amidst turmoil."

"Life is more resilient than you think. To survive, life will do anything, even in the most despicable and ugly form."

"Perhaps you have all accepted that the birth of the Dark Lord can destroy everything, that someone will survive, and that life will continue."

"Now, go for it."

Zhou Yun took a deep breath. He remembered that in his dream, before this moment arrived, he had a final exchange with the Dragon Kingdoms.
When people are under pressure, they always yearn for guidance from their hometown.

"Whether you fail or succeed, we will rack our brains and do everything we can to survive."

"No regrets even if I die?"

"No, people do not die. Death does not belong to us, nor to you."

So, just go for it.

Zhou Yun gently raised his round hand,

The chestnut buns that had swirled around him like star rings transformed into galaxies, surging towards Zhou Yun with the aroma of wheat and chestnuts, and flowing into the four-dimensional pocket on his stomach. The surrounding insect swarms also let out a chorus of chirps.

The four-armed divine emperor took a step forward, following the chestnut buns, and entered the four-dimensional pocket.
Within the Tiamat galaxy, an endless swarm of insects followed closely behind, converging upon Zhou Yun's four-dimensional pocket.
At the same time, both the Tyranid swarm in the distant void and the Tyranid swarm in the Milky Way that had not yet reached the Tiamat system collapsed, self-destructed, and turned into a pool of biomass dissipation under the control of the hive's will.

The entire galaxy, the entire universe, all the Tyranid swarms have converged into Zhou Yun's four-dimensional pocket.
He has devoured the entire Tyranid swarm, the Great Devourer, and the Will of the Hive.

The realm of Greed is rising toward Him, and the figure of the Eternal Dragon is emerging in His future.

"You really do want to be this eternal dragon!"

"How dare you usurp the throne of the Eternal Dragon!"

(End of this chapter)