Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 5 New Deal
Ten thousand years? A moment? Eternity? Time has no meaning in the warp, and the sea of ​​souls is filled with endless turbulent waves.

The mysterious soul remained unharmed under the protection of the four gods, and its power grew stronger, its light illuminating the borderlands of the four gods.

The turbulent waves in the subspace foreshadow a major event that will occur in the real universe.

The Aidalings are a people guided by the ancient saints.

In that "Battle of Heaven" that influenced the existing order of the subspace, they received the blessings of the ancient saints and were freed from their original state.

They were promoted to a superior race in the galaxy and helped the ancient saints fight against the physical cosmic deities "Star Gods" and their servants "Space Necromancers".

After an eternal war, the ancient saints were defeated by the gods of the real universe and the primitive inhabitants of the subspace, and disappeared from the galaxy.

In the final moments of the war, the Necromancers launched a surprise attack on the Star Gods, and after paying an unimaginable price, shattered their former masters into countless fragments.

The cost of killing a god was extremely high. The space undead were severely weakened and, knowing they were powerless to control the galaxy, the entire race entered a great hibernation.

The Eldar, on the other hand, rose from being the upstarts to inheriting the legacy of the superior races and became the dominant race in the galaxy.

During their reign over the galaxy, their culture, technology, and endless development flourished.

Conquer the galaxy with technological power and the spiritual power bestowed by the Creator, and control the Milky Way for tens of millions of years.

The Aidarin, invincible in the galaxy, gradually became arrogant, regarding all other galactic races as inferior.

The entire race, due to its arrogant perspective, failed to see the hidden crisis of annihilation.

Eldar society is obsessed with pleasure, hedonism is rampant, and they gradually degenerate in endless indulgence.

The elegant halls that once witnessed the glory of the Spirit Clan are now filled with Spirit Clan members engaging in sexual intercourse, and blasphemous acts are commonplace in the temples where gods are worshipped.

With the collapse of faith, the power of the Eldar gods waned to its limit, leaving them powerless to bring the race back on track.

The Eldar have fallen into depravity through boundless indulgence, becoming addicted to the pleasures that indulgence brings.

When simple sexual intercourse can no longer stimulate the senses of the Eldar, they seek more stimulation and enjoy extreme pleasure.

The powerful spiritual talent bestowed upon them by the Creator is now a deadly poison blade aimed at annihilating the entire Spirit Race and pressing against the throat of the Spirit Race Empire.

Psionic talent.

Psionic talent is an extraordinary and exceptional talent in the real universe. Psionicists draw energy from the warp and unleash the power to reverse the laws of physics in the physical universe.

Using psionic power comes at a price; whenever a psionicist uses psionic power in the real universe, their soul projection will be very bright in the warp.

Attracting the attention of demons, one's soul is then devoured by them, and one's physical body is taken over by demons, becoming the gateway to the real universe and the subspace.

Almost every Eldar possesses psychic abilities, and they are extremely powerful.

The entire Eldar race indulged in depravity, and the Warp was almost entirely filled with the Eldar's intense emotions. The extreme emotions generated by the fallen Eldar stirred up a bizarre storm in the Sea of ​​Souls.

The Eldar empire, spanning the entire galaxy, has fallen into corruption, and dark emotions born from the souls are gradually gathering in the Warp.

The new and the old intertwined, and the warp energy born from the Eldar's fall surged like a tide, awakening the evil god who had been accumulating power in the warp and giving birth to Him.

Then came a sharp, piercing cry.

The raging storm that had spread through the warp was dispersed, and a new evil god was born: Slaanesh.

From the moment of its birth, the evil god has existed in all timelines, past and future.

Events that occur in the real universe merely "anchor" history, making what has already happened unchangeable.

Slaanesh let out a wild cry, tearing open a warp rift in the heart of the Eldar Empire in the real universe, swallowing most of the Eldar Empire's territory into the warp.

This even alarmed the weakened spirit gods in the Pantheon, filling them with immense fear.

Slaanesh was spawned by the Eldar; he is the prince of darkness, the most unrestrained blasphemer.

The Spirit Race nourishes Him and is His sustenance; the Spirit Race God, whom the Spirit Race worships, is His great tonic.

He possessed an irresistible targeted attack against the Eldar. The Eldar gods, weakened to the extreme, were powerless against Slaanesh and were all killed and devoured by him, becoming the first "milk" He gave them, nourishing the evil god's growth.

The Eldar Empire, which had dominated the galaxy for tens of millions of years, collapsed with a roar. The once glorious Eldar central universe was torn open by a permanent subspace rift, like a scar on the real universe.

The flying serpent riding the mist eventually turns to dust.

The once-powerful Eldar Empire has fallen, leaving only the laughter of the Chaos Gods.

In the devastating catastrophe, only a few Eldar survivors who foresaw the crisis managed to escape; the gods either fled or died, and very few survived.

After indulging in a hearty meal and feeling completely satisfied, Slaanesh returned to the realm of the gods and began his endless indulgence and pleasure.

The raging storm in the subspace subsided, and a brief period of calm returned.

The newly enthroned deity ascends to the divine throne and participates in the endless "Great Game".

The four gods turned their attention to the frontier, constantly seeking to possess that soul, but their gaze was diverted by another intriguing event. A ray of golden light appeared in the subspace, and a golden sun rose.

The sun shone brightly in all directions, so bright that demons dared not look directly at it; yet the light was also incredibly cold, causing warp creatures to tremble.

Golden light illuminated the subspace, and the psychic energy shone brightly and holyly, unleashing its power freely.

A powerful psionicist from the real universe arrives in the warp to prove himself and attract the attention of the Four Gods.

Wherever the golden sun passed, the power of the warp dissipated, and any demon that dared to look directly at the golden soul was reduced to ashes, truly disappearing into the warp.

"The Chaos Gods!!!"

His words echoed in the subspace, all known languages ​​repeated His declaration, while unknown whispers expressed His will.

In the subspace, the gods remained silent, while the golden sun hung there quietly, awaiting their response.

A warlike great demon under Khorne's command raised its twin axes and swung its demonic wings, flying towards the golden sun.

The majesty of the gods must not be challenged!
"I will take your head and offer it to my lord!"

In the warp, the Great Demon Khorne unleashed his full power, far exceeding that of the real world.

The great demon roared and charged straight up, raising its two blood-red axes with its blood-red arms. Blood-red flames enveloped the axe bodies, its power shaking the heavens and earth, and its ability to reverse the universe.

The golden will scorned the Great Demon Khorne, its attention completely elsewhere.

Once again, I call upon the true rulers of the depths of the warp: "Gods, I have come to negotiate."

The contemptuous humiliation enraged the Great Demon Khorne even more, and with a roar, his ferocity increased even further as he raised his double axes and brought them down with all his might.

It cleaved through the chaotic turbulence of subspace, and a blood-red axe light cleaved the earth.

Those chaotic, newly formed fragmented demons were reduced to ashes and completely erased from the warp by the powerful strike.

Such a powerful blow caused the warp to tremble, and even the evil god Khorne took notice.

The golden sun remained unmoved by the ferocity, without even taking any defensive measures to protect itself, as if it had not seen the Great Demon Khorne.

As the Great Demon's twin axes cleaved the golden will, the onlookers watched with bated breath as the blasphemer was severely wounded and banished back to the real universe.

What happened in the next instant far exceeded the imagination of the Four Great Demon Gods. They had never seen such a powerful psychic since their birth!
The Great Demon's twin axes were unstoppable, yet the psionicist did not intervene. The moment they made contact, a strange change occurred that horrified the Great Demon Tzeentch.

The great demon Khorne's slash struck the golden sun, but made no difference; instead, the demon's body was destroyed.

In the eyes of the demons, the Great Demon Khorne approached the light, and the cold light turned it to ash.

The golden sun remained unmoved. The great demon Khorne, who was close to Him, gradually annihilated in the holy light. The two great axes gradually disappeared, turning into dust.

The power it displayed at this moment was like a moth drawn to a flame, showing no dignity in the face of its natural nemesis.

"Human, you have come here once again to display your power. What do you want from us this time?"

The golden sun displayed its power and gained recognition, as the will of the four gods descended upon it.

The four gods descended simultaneously, radiating an aura of majesty that could not be looked at directly, and the power they casually released invisibly distorted the subspace.

Burning fireballs streaked down from above, lightning struck the earth, storms howled with frost, and demons knelt in worship before their power, calling forth the names of the gods.

Facing the majesty of the four gods, the golden sun showed no fear or panic.

The space around Him was calm and still, without any ripples.

He spoke softly, in a deep voice: “A new deal, an unprecedented concept in the real universe and the subspace.”

"My knowledge, combined with the knowledge you have given me, the intersection of the subspace and reality, creates a unique and powerful existence."

"Here are the details!" A golden light flashed, and the golden sun threw out four orbs of light, each containing the contents of the transaction, which flew toward the four gods respectively.

The moment they made contact, the four gods understood what was written on it.

After calculating all the gains and losses, the four gods whispered among themselves, discussing the legitimacy and feasibility of the deal.

The humans before us once used a warp portal to enter the realm of chaos, paying a price to obtain forbidden knowledge from the gods within the chaos.

Now, having stepped into the realm of chaos once again, they have become even more extreme.

The Golden Will remained silent, knowing that the deal was destined to succeed and that the Four Gods could not refuse the conditions it offered.

"We agree to your deal, humans." After a murmur, the Lord of Changes spoke on behalf of the Four Gods, agreeing to this unprecedented deal.

“However… I think we should add one more.” Tzeentch grinned, his smile sinister and darkly arrogant.

(End of this chapter)