Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

Everyone was shocked to realize that the emperor who had just torn the psychic field with his bare hands was now stroking the fragments of the rebel starship on the armrest of the throne with his bloody fingertips.

The Emperor covered his face with a mask.

The breathing sound leaking out from under the gilded mask was sometimes heavy and sometimes light, like the roar of some giant beast before going into hibernation.

When the first piece of the alien mothership's bow wreckage crashed into the ionosphere, the entire Dream suddenly trembled.

It was not because of the aftermath, but because of the metallic roar similar to the meshing of gears coming from deep within the base of the throne.

The Lord of Mankind raised his hand and pressed the obsidian totem on the side of the throne. The star map was instantly swallowed by blood, and the dying planet outside the window was blooming its last light and heat into an elegy dedicated to the human tyrant.

He felt that he was being too lenient with Luo Jia now.

……

Aurora's knuckles turned white as she gripped the holographic command screen, and the crystal operating console began to crack slightly in her palm.

The star map on the bridge dome cast a cold light on her furrowed brows, making the scarlet words "Destroy the infrastructure of Lorgar Perfect City" look like a bleeding wound.

"Another executioner." She pulled off the gilded chain from her neck, symbolizing the Emperor's presence. The holy symbol on the pendant echoed crisply on the floor. "Lorgar wrote last month that the glazed bricks in the floating dome were made from three star systems..."

Memories suddenly flooded back. The image of Luo Jia excitedly gesturing at the design drawing on the communication screen overlapped with the annotation "leave no grass behind" on the current instruction, forming an absurd irony.

Hui Le handed over the tactical sand table. In the suspended translucent model, the perfect city that had not yet been topped off was blooming with a magnificent nebula-like structure.

Aurora's eyes automatically scanned the markings: 37 energy hubs, 128 art corridors, and a residential area that can accommodate 1.2 billion psychics - every detail was the pride that Luo Jiamei had repeatedly described in her letters.

"The Emperor must have been blinded by psychic energy." She kicked the holy symbol pendant at her feet, its gilded shape drawing a cold arc in the tactical blue light. "Are you asking us to destroy his most proud work? Once Lorgar gets wind of this, those believers who sing praises to the Emperor in the cathedral every day will probably turn their hymns into proclamations of retribution."

Aurora loosened the collar of his combat uniform, and the sound of metal buckles colliding mixed with the scream of debris passing by outside the cabin.

She thought of the holographic petals enclosed in Luo Jia's letter, which might now be lying in an unfinished art gallery.

These crimson flowers, bred with alien plant genes, are said to be able to change shape with fluctuations in psychic energy.

"Or maybe it's a gift," Hui Le sneered, the crimson of the holographic command screen illuminating his bloodshot eyes. "When our orbital artillery shatters the first load-bearing pillar, and the Lorgar kneel on the ruins licking the Emperor's boots, they'll probably forget their own names."

Huile stroked the serrations along the compass's rim, the gilded lines casting tiny shadows on her palm. "Bring Russ, Jonson, and Guilliman here. Add our two legions, and the firepower of the Five Legions will be enough to plow Lorgar's fields three times over." She suddenly raised her eyes, the red light of her mechanical prosthetic eye scanning Aurora's tense jaw. "But remember, the Emperor doesn't want a victory. I suspect he wants Lorgar to kneel and beg him to step on her again."

Aurora's gloves creaked under her grip.

"But what if the person has something to say..." Hui Le interrupted her before she could finish her words.

"Can the Word Bearers' prayers be used as artillery shells?" The compass suddenly beeped, and twelve lines of the compass illuminated simultaneously. "No matter how many they are, orbital bombardment will only reduce them to ash in the psionic field. We must keep a close eye on Guilliman. His Smurfs always play by the rules of the Imperial Truth."

"Let's prepare first. Once the five legions have assembled... it's time for Lorgar's perfect city to witness true and perfect destruction."

Chapter 287: God's Chessboard, the Fall of the Chess Player? The End of the Gods.

The dazzling chess pieces hovered above the dark chessboard, and tens of thousands of miniature galaxies floated in the dark night.

Among those star tracks composed of spiritual energy and matter, a game of gods beyond time and space is being played out.

The gilded emblems of the twenty Primarchs were lined up side by side with the double-headed eagle emblem of the Human Empire. The crystal prisms of the Randan, the blue runes of the Eldar, the bone totems of the Greenskins, and even the fragments of Vashtor's Chaos Machinery, as well as countless alien creatures, flickered like the sparks of civilization scattered across the galaxy, in the territory interwoven with checkerboard lines.

Xi's fingertips brushed across the suspension array, and finally stopped in front of the mechanical chess piece forged with flesh and blood: "Even with the soul gear, Vashtor can't pry open the position of chess player and take a seat?" Before she finished speaking, the black and gray reflection had already rippled on the surface of the chessboard.

"That's just wishful thinking." Lan Jiuer's psychic tentacles swept across the Ran Dan chess piece, and the crystal cluster turned to dust in the dim light. "The chess piece's fate has long been engraved on the time track of entropy, and no one can tamper with it."

The star map on her wrist suddenly burst out with a dazzling blue light, illuminating the human camp in a corner of the chessboard.

The Emperor's emblem, which should have sat upon the Golden Throne, was now nothing but a charred hollow.

Xi spun the Chaos Space Marine chess piece, which emitted a dark red mist in her palm: "Isn't the promotion of a secondary god a variable?" The chessboard suddenly trembled, and countless miniature supernovas exploded one after another on the chessboard.

Lan Jiuer collected the fragments of Ran Dan and distributed the proceeds from Ran Dan's destruction to all the chess players. As her sleeves swept across the chessboard, a galactic vortex swirled. "The real variable isn't the change in godhood. The position of the chess player was determined from the birth of the Sea of ​​Souls. Vashtor's flesh and blood machine? The art of soul and flesh is nothing more than a crude imitation that steals the authority of the cursed."

Her fingertips slid across the center of the chessboard, and the phantom of the Mechanicus's gear array instantly disintegrated. "The core secrets of the Mechanicus sank into the cursed abyss along with Mars ten thousand years ago."

Xi's pupils reflected the broken mechanical afterimage, and she finally withdrew her hand from above the Vashtor chess piece.

When her psychic field withdrew, the entire chessboard fell silent again, with only the hole in the human camp still oozing out golden dark matter.

Like a wound in the universe that has not yet healed.

Lan Jiuer suddenly raised her hand and made a fist. The green chess pieces on the edge of the chessboard suddenly expanded. Those crude creations made of bone fragments and chewed ancient explosive bombs began to twist and deform, making a harsh metal friction sound.

"Look at these savage greenskins," she said, her voice shrouded in a cold smile. "Their Waaagh! energy may appear chaotic, but it is actually the purest manifestation of the Warp."

Xi's eyes swept over the madly proliferating greenskin array, and suddenly found that their bone saws and gun barrels were emitting a strange purple light.

It was clearly the turmoil of the Warp's energy. "Chaos is seeping in," she said, gathering a psychic shield between her fingertips. "Even the greenskins are beginning to be tainted by the whispers of the Four Peddlers."

Before he finished speaking, the Eldar area in the center of the chessboard suddenly lit up with a dark blue spiritual fire.

The emblems of the thirteen Craft Worlds were faintly visible in the flames, but a dark crack spread from the Star God's skeleton.

"The wraithbone resonance of Iyanden's Ark has disappeared," Lan Jiuer said. "The fate of the Eldar has been exploited by our sister to a degree worse than expected."

Xi's attention was drawn to the tentacles extending from the cracks. Those chaotic limbs covered with pupils were entangling the Eldar chess pieces, dragging them towards the abyss at the bottom of the chessboard.

"I see," Xi suddenly chuckled, blood-red lines appearing on the hem of her psychic-woven skirt. "The chess player's true plan is to let all the pieces devour each other?"

Lan Jiuer did not respond, but simply scattered the fragments of Ran Dan in her hand back onto the chessboard.

As they fell, the crystal dust unexpectedly reorganized into a miniature fleet, crashing directly into the Chaos tentacles. "No matter who the chess player is," His feathers emerged with ancient runes, "at least we can decide which pieces will survive to the end."

The chessboard suddenly trembled violently, and thousands of golden lights burst out from the holes in the human camp.

The shadows of countless Emperor-class Titans emerged from the light, their arrays of light spears pointing towards the Chaos Rift, but they solidified into obsidian statues just as they were about to fire.

"The Emperor's will is trapped," Xi's voice was filled with surprise. "The rules of this chessboard simply don't allow the players to directly intervene."

Lan Jiuer's psychic tentacles suddenly pierced the chessboard, opening a spatial rift at the border between Chaos and Empire. "In that case," she dragged Xi into the rift, the sound of chess pieces shattering behind them echoing. "Let's go beyond the chessboard—and see who's in control of this doomed game."

The moment the crack closes, all the chess pieces on the board turn simultaneously in the direction where the crack disappears.

The mechanical remains of Vashtor suddenly opened its single scarlet eye, and the soul gears began to rotate in the reverse direction, emitting a shrill scream that did not belong to this dimension.

And in the deepest part of the chessboard, a silhouette shrouded in black mist was slowly raising its hand, and its fingertips picked up a silver-white chess piece engraved with the human gene chain.

When Lan Jiuer and Xi's figures disappeared into the crack, spider-web-like cracks began to appear on the surface of the chessboard.

Warp storms surged out from the depths of the rift, swallowing up the blue spirit fire of the Eldar, the savage Waaagh! energy of the Ork's, and the golden light of the Imperial Titans.

The mechanical remains of Vashtor twisted into a strange spiral in the storm, and countless soul gears disintegrated into chaotic dust, falling into the imaginary abyss through the cracks.

The golden statue of the human camp collapsed first, and the gold material turned into rusty iron sand, carrying the last prayers of the citizens of the empire and sinking to the bottom of the chessboard.

The Randan crystal fleet burst into a poisonous nebula under the corrosion of the warp, and each broken crystal reflected the tragic scene of the destruction of civilization.

The wraith bone network of the Eldar Ark World let out its final wail, and the thirteen emblems, like extinguished candlelight, were twisted into drifting fluorescent lights by the chaos tentacles.

The green-skinned bone warships suddenly exploded collectively, and the chain reaction of the ancient chewing bombs blasted a hole with a diameter of light years on the chessboard.

The remaining alien races tore at each other in this chaotic orgy. Orks used chain axes to split the Tau shield wall, and Necrons' tomb ships smashed into the Necrontyr's star fortresses. The flying wreckage was wrapped in solidified fear and madness.

The wall of rules at the edge of the chessboard began to peel away, revealing the silver stream of data flowing behind it.

That is the underlying code that builds this game, and it is now being shattered by the torrent of increasing entropy.

The mysterious chess player shrouded in black fog finally revealed his form. His body was forged from the debris of countless civilizations, but it crumbled piece by piece in the tide of the universe's end.

The genetic chess piece in his hand shattered into dust, and among the scattered fragments flashed the last fragments of memories of races such as humans, elves, and Randan.

The boundary between the warp and the physical universe completely dissolved, and the faces of the four vendors were distorted in the chaos storm.

Thousands of dark blue runes rose from Tzeentch's open palm, and those psychic mysteries that were steeped in the strangeness of the Warp were collapsing in reverse time.

The nine crowns suspended above His head suddenly turned upside down in the surrounding Well of Fate, and the conspiracy chain that had been deduced for countless epochs burst into stardust like a broken harp.

When the last flame of prophecy died out, the vortex of possibilities flowing in his eyes solidified into dead silence, and the psychic aftershocks caused by the dissipation of the runes created fleeting ripples in the sea of ​​souls.

The drums of Khorne fell from the top of the Brass Fortress Banner, and the roar of the impact on the ground was abruptly stopped in the vacuum.

The flying sparks froze into dark red ice crystals before they even touched the boiling pool of blood. The city wall filled with skulls collapsed into a pool of sticky blood like a puppet with its soul sucked out.

The battle axe he held high hovered in the solidified trajectory of the chopping, and the blood droplets on the blade reflected the last afterimage of the battlefield.

When the final destruction spread across the battlefield, even the roar of the God of War turned into a muffled sound in his chest that had not yet burst out.

Phosphorescent liquid oozed from Nurgle's bloated body, and the plague spores that had once multiplied infinitely burst into dust in the light particles.

In the garden, rotting roots grow in reverse, and pus-shaped flowers burst into fleeting bursts of pure white light.

Countless tiny lives made a soft sound like cicadas shedding their shells as they evaporated. His pus-covered fingertips brushed against the withered fungi for the last time. Countless tiny skeletons emerged from the sticky body fluids, piecing together an unrecited prayer before dissipating.

The crystal dome of Slaanesh crackled with spiderweb patterns, and six soul-piercing screams burst from His twisted throat.

The joyful energy twisted into sharp sound waves in front of the entropy barrier, shaking the addicted souls in the Hall of Mirrors into drifting spiritual mist.

Sixty-six psychic chains entangled with sensory memories broke at the same time, and the imprisoned extreme desires solidified into ice crystals in the collapse. Each piece of refracted light reflected the twisted smile of the believer at the moment of death, and finally shattered into six circles of fading echoes, sinking into the silence of the end of the universe.

Xishan's eyes looked at that: that was Him, that was herself.

The chains of hatred crumbled bit by bit in the flames of the end.

Those slavery runes, forged from billions of years of hatred, now turned into charred ashes and fell to the ground.

His gorgeous body still maintained the posture of imprisoning all living beings, but under the tearing of the subspace storm, the soul origin carrying hatred evaporated along with it.

With the last unwilling roar, it was completely swallowed up by the final destruction.

The Ash Throne where Jun Jin sat collapsed with a loud bang, and the power of annihilation surrounding him no longer had any direction.

As the waves of destruction washed over His cracked armor, this being who once held the law of balance actually smiled with relief.

The shattered authority turned into stardust and merged into the torrent. The ash runes remaining in His palm reflected the faint light of the birth of the universe before dissipating.

Xie Shu's flesh and blood machine is undergoing its final transformation.

A body woven from the genetic chains of thousands of races was twisted into a form that violated the laws of physics by the tides of chaos.

The beating soul furnace in his chest burst out with a dazzling light, and the imprisoned consciousness was liberated in the flames, while his mechanical bones and flesh and blood tissue fell into the abyss of annihilation like melting wax figures, leaving only a series of gradually weakening nerve pulses, telling of the final madness of the creator.

The essence of Xu Chaos was completely exposed at the final moment. He was no longer a variable that stirred up chaos, but a catalyst for the universe to return to its original state.

His form transformed into countless flickering probability clouds, and the afterimage of each quantum state was interpreting a different destructive ending.

When all possibilities collapsed into nothingness, this being who once fed on chaos finally found eternal certainty in the embrace of annihilation.

Their remains sank into the primordial soup beneath the chessboard, merging with the gears of Vashtor, the gene-seed of the Emperor, and the bone dust of the Eldar.

When the last square of the chessboard collapsed, all the chess pieces, races, gods, and the chess players themselves turned into the primordial soup in the placenta of the universe.

In this chaotic and undivided imaginary womb, a new cosmic embryo is being nurtured, and those figures who once fought on the chessboard will eventually become the star soil that nourishes the new civilization.

Xi and Lan Jiuer witnessed this destined ending, watching the glory and sin of all civilizations become equal in the final destruction.

"Is this the answer the chess player wants?" Xi's voice was mixed with the roar of the subspace.

But the chessboard began to change again.

That was the ripple of creation from the beginning of the universe, which at the final moment reflected the prototype of the newborn star.

The extinguished life turns into stardust and falls into the eternal night, but the universe recasts the morning and evening in the collapsing singularity.

New star tracks weave patterns on the chessboard, while the hem of the player's robe still holds the afterglow of the previous game.

Xi's fingertips traced across the mottled chessboard, and faint blue phosphorescence seeped from the cracks. "If I had known this endgame move would become a prophecy, why would I have accompanied you in deducing this blasphemy? You're really willing to write about me as an evil god who devours the galaxy, Lan Jiuer."

Shadows rose from the chessboard, and the face of the Lord of Change decomposed and reassembled in the mist.

He lowered his gaze to the surging torrent of cause and effect deep within the chessboard. His gilded pupils reflected the image of countless rays of light tearing through the heavens. "Resisting the established patterns is like trying to reverse the flow of the Milky Way. The Emperor, the star kissed by fate, now shares the same thorny trajectory with you."

The moment everything in his hands was shattered into dust, thousands of parallel universes collapsed and were reborn in the dust.

Millions of star cores burst simultaneously, and parallel universes emerged from the void like dandelion seeds.

Lan Jiuer's fingertips swept across the flowing ripples of time and space, and the newly unfolded world lines were kneaded into new starting points amid the roar of collapse.

"What if I've deduced billions of times?" She looked at the dissipating nebula in her palm, her falling blue hair entwined with the impending annihilation of the universe. "The patterns of the other two chess players... have long been devoured by chaos, leaving not a trace."

Before she finished her words, another galaxy-shaped chessboard stretched out behind her. What was leaping between the squares was not chess pieces, but a new universe being born.

When He emerged from the observation crack, the starlight of the entire star field condensed into a sticky black.

It was a living giant built from the corpses of billions of insects. The friction between its limbs sounded like rusty gears rolling over the core of a star. Countless compound eyes emitted a turbid yellow light. It was not the brilliance of wisdom, but the gluttonous fire of some primitive instinct.

These insect swarms have no language, and even their hissing is hoarse like the collapse of minerals.

Wherever they passed, stars were eaten into hollow glass shells, planets were turned into chewed powder, and even the folds of space were scratched with bleeding scars by the dense mouthparts.

Lan Jiuer watched as the wriggling "will" swallowed the thirteenth parallel universe whole, and suddenly discovered that what oozed out of the cracks in the shell was not body fluids, but solidified, long-rotten...desire.

Xi was laughing secretly.

Chapter 288 The partial combination of the Lord of Change and the Great Devourer.