Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 4 The Clash of the Gods
The evil god Nurgle, known as the "benevolent father," laughed loudly in his meticulously tended garden because his nemesis was essentially damaged.

Countless mosquitoes, flies, and maggots fell from His rotting and diseased body, and these filths fell into the crucible in front of Him that was stirring and boiling countless diseases and pains.

"Perhaps it should be a rare source of joy in endless emptiness?"

The soft, ethereal music, neither male nor female, whispers like a lover's tender words in the ear, stirring an unspeakable longing deep within the listener's heart.

Accompanied by pink mist and an omnipresent fragrance, the Dark Prince, Slaanesh, Lord of Pleasure, arrives.

The wills of Khorne, Nurgle, and Slaanesh converged in Tenggi's domain, mocking his momentary weakness.

The will of the gods converged once more, and the ever-changing demon lords gripped their claws tightly, their scepters creaking. Last time the gods arrived, their master broke the crystal scepter; what would happen this time?
The Lord of All Changes remained calm and composed, sitting cross-legged in the void, his gaze sweeping over the souls in his hands, weaving yet another plan.

He spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and mysterious: "A soul spewed from the Well of Eternity, and it wounded my body."

The gods' gazes were drawn to the translucent red soul in Xin Liezhi's hand, and they temporarily stopped mocking His weakness, their eyes becoming extremely solemn.

Although the power of the four gods may fluctuate with major events in the real universe, their overall strength is still roughly equal. If they can harm the soul of the evil god Tzeentch, they can certainly harm them as well, and they deserve to be taken seriously.

“A lie! Another trap,” Nurgle said disdainfully, believing that Tzeentch had just concocted another scheme to toy with the gods for his own amusement.

"Hand it over." Khorne sensed an endless rage within his soul, perfectly aligned with his power.

The crimson blood cloud outside Tzeentch's domain deepened, gathering divine power in preparation for its attack.

Slaanesh remained silent, his will watching with great interest the pure, unblemished soul.

His true form, far away in the realm of gods, stretched out his long tongue and lightly licked his lips, wanting to taste this seemingly delicious soul.

The Lord of All Changes remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he nearly burst out laughing at the behavior of the warp gods. With a tremor of his withered arm, he cast his soul into the ever-changing warp, saying, "Here you go."

The warp was churning, and the soul flew out of Tzeentch's domain, immediately attracting the attention of three evil gods who were vying for it.

Their will transformed into tentacles and nets, stirring up the surging waves of the sea of ​​souls, and rolling towards that faint red light.

Perhaps it was a deliberate arrangement by the Lord of Change, but the wills of the three evil gods came into contact with that mysterious soul from an unknown place at almost the same time.

"Shinrei! Do you want to start another war?" Khorne's furious roar was laced with suppressed pain.

The moment His soul came into contact, His will seemed to be scorched by flames, and the God of War angrily questioned the God of Conspiracy.

Slaanesh and Nurgle were no better off; the former wallowed in his pain, uttering pleasurable groans, while the latter let out a muffled groan, enduring the agony from the depths of his soul.

The Lord of Myriad Changes was secretly pleased, but his words were even more unforgiving. His myriad mouths slowly and lightly uttered the same sentence: "My words are sincere enough to be seen. It is your own fault for not believing me, and you cannot blame me for your own actions."

"My God!"

The Demon Lord of Myriad Changes shouted excitedly, "The God of Conspiracy has manipulated all the gods without even using any schemes!"

If all four gods are injured, then none of them are injured. They are back to the same level, and no one should laugh at anyone else.

Such is the way of the game among the gods; any slight gain or loss of face is worth spending endless time arguing about.

"Hmph." Having suffered a hidden loss, Khorne was planning how to attack Tzeentch's Realm next time, but there were more important things to do right now.

That pure soul, whose origins are unknown, grew even larger after absorbing the subspace energy carried by the will of the three gods.

The eyes of the gods can see into its soul, but cannot see into its essence.

The soul seemed to have completed an evolution, slowly beginning to absorb the free-floating power in the subspace, while its essence remained spotless, radiating red light, pure and flawless.

The Lord of Changes put away his smile, and the eyes of the gods once again focused on the soul. Every god was waiting for an opportunity, eager to try.

Absorbing the energy of the Sea of ​​Souls without paying any price, and without being tainted by the power of the subspace.

The essence of the soul is extraordinary; if one can unlock its secrets or devour it, one will surely gain immense rewards.

The gods were stuck here, hesitant to act, but wary of other deities. A chain of suspicion had been re-established among them; any rash move would result in a collective attack. "It now possesses the power of a low-level demon."

Nurgle's voice buzzed, reminding the gods that they should act quickly, as things were not going to continue like this.

The red soul can absorb energy, and no one knows its limits.

The longer it drags on, the worse it will be. If it has no limit and continues to absorb energy, a "new god" may be born in the subspace.

"In my field, I would enjoy those pains and study them along the way."

Slaanesh's voice was sweet and alluring, as if he hadn't recovered from the pleasure he had just experienced. His true form lay on the soft bed in the palace, limp and powerless, his pleasure beyond description.

"Get out!" Khorne said succinctly, rejecting his mortal enemy's suggestion.

This wanton bitch is bound to desecrate the essence of the soul.

Khorne and Slaanesh are inherently incompatible.

One is a self-disciplined warrior, the other is a shameless and unrestrained bitch.

Khorne, the Blood God, dreams of seizing Slaanesh by the throat, personally strangling his unscrupulous divine brother, and completely eradicating the root of his debauchery.

Khorne hesitated, pondering whether he could offer a price that would tempt the gods. He was determined to have the red soul, for the endless rage it contained was very much to his liking.

"I have a suggestion." The mouth on the Lord of Myriad Changes, which had been constantly telling secrets, transformed into eyes that could see through everything, and a voice, seemingly from nowhere, spoke leisurely.

"can."

"can."

"Tell your lies."

The last one was very uncooperative among the gods, constantly mocking and ridiculing the treacherous.

The Lord of Change glanced at the location of Nurgle with disdain and contempt, but did not take it to heart.

"Since we have no way to unravel its true nature, we might as well let it develop and place it at the intersection of the four divine realms to observe the changes. We will be able to know about any changes immediately."

"I agree." After some thought, Khorne nodded first. It was indeed a feasible solution at present, and he did not favor either side.

“I agree.” Nurgle accepted the proposal; He liked stalemates, but not pointless ones.

"Let me deliver it to the boundary of the realms." Slaanesh couldn't wait to touch the red soul and experience the extraordinary pain and pleasure once again.

"Get out!" Khorne roared, for He had already considered the soul His own and would never allow this bitch to defile it.

He decisively stirred up a warp storm, and without touching it, used the warp waves to send the soul to the boundary of the four realms of the gods.

Having done all this, the will of Khorne was the first to leave, heading to the edge of the realm to observe the souls He desired.

After the matter was over, the gods departed one by one, and the Warp fell into a brief period of calm.

The conflicts among the gods never cease, and new conspiracies and wars are concealed beneath the calm.

Du Mu, on the other hand, was now oblivious to everything and knew nothing about what was happening outside.

Unaware that it had been targeted by the Four Gods, the soul, fused with the essence of the Doom Slayer, floated on the edge of the Four Gods' domain, guarded by the Great Demon and the Demon Army dispatched by the Four Gods.

The Warp was thrown into a delicate balance by his arrival. The four gods were suspicious and wary of each other, and continued to send troops to the border to avoid being at a disadvantage in the first sign of conflict.

The one who started all of this is absorbing subspace energy to continuously strengthen itself.

Du Mu and the system were unaware that, due to the uncertainty of time in subspace, they had not arrived at 40K.

(End of this chapter)