Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

Lan Jiuer was overwhelmed by greed and hunger, and time had lost its meaning at this moment.

She looked at Xi's smiling face and suddenly realized something.

This power is like the dissolution of greed.

"Don't stare at me like that, it wasn't me." Xi waved his hand.

"You eat a lot and then you blame me for something wrong? That doesn't make sense."

Before Xi finished speaking, he slapped Lan Jiuer's shoulder heavily.

Psychic energy surged like electric current, the laws of physics twisted into a vortex, and the spell turned into invisible chains. The three forces penetrated into her flesh at the same time, exploring wantonly.

"Bugs... the Great Devourer... the future is coming... interesting." Xi's murmur was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, and every word fell clearly into the ears of the two.

The air suddenly froze, and some unknown shadow was following the voice and slowly spreading its fangs in the void.

Lan Jiuer's body trembled violently, her bones made crisp sounds under her skin, and a roar mixed with the smell of rust rolled out of her throat.

That was not her voice, nor was it His voice, but some dormant existence wailing through the body.

The bright white runes on Xi's palm suddenly burst into life, spider-web-like burn marks spreading along her collarbone, leaving burning lines on her pale skin.

"Settle down."

Xi's iron-like fingers clasped the back of her neck, and his other hand reached straight into Xu Fu's heart, picking out a strand of silk thread wrapped in black mist with his fingertips.

"This aura... is there actually a being as powerful as a god?" Before she finished her words, the silk thread suddenly disintegrated into thousands of black insects, which gnawed frantically at her arms, and purple smoke rose wherever the insects passed.

The space shattered into pieces like a mirror, and in each fragment flowed the afterimage of Lan Jiuer: a toddler with pigtails holding a rotten apple, an adult wearing a crown of thorns, and a skeleton in the form of bones still clutching a half-broken scepter.

Xi's pupils shrank into needle points, and Fu Wenhua used a light blade to crush the swarm of insects, but suddenly a spider web crack appeared on the ground, and a foul smell gushed out with the tentacles of an upside-down human face.

"It's really time... past, future, and present." She cursed and slapped two sealing spells into Lan Jiuer's brows.

The roar of gears turning came from deep in the crack, and the entire space began to flow in the reverse direction, even the air condensed into a sticky amber.

Xi dragged the struggling Lan Jiuer back quickly, but scarlet runes seeped out of the mirrored floor.

It was not until this moment that she suddenly realized: "I just remembered that you are Tzeentch! If you die, you die. Anyway, your real body is in the warp."

"How ungrateful! It was me who helped break the Mortarion!" Lan Jiuer had tears of fake crying on her face, but her fingertips secretly hooked the corner of Xi's clothes.

The human-faced tentacles in the crack suddenly turned towards them collectively, and a buzzing sound beyond words came out, like the grinning of an ancient evil god.

Xi suddenly pulled back the corner of Lan Jiuer's clothes, and the silver chain on his wrist broke with a sound. The pendant drew a dark blue arc in the reversed time and space.

"Don't hold me accountable for the past! You're now a living black hole that attracts disaster!" Before she could finish her words, the human-faced tentacles in the cracks rushed over like a tide. Each twisted face had a wide-open mouth full of sharp teeth, and fishy saliva condensed into ice crystals in the air.

Lan Jiuer's pupils suddenly straightened into thin lines, and her fake crying instantly turned into a ferocious smile. Twelve pairs of bone wings suddenly bloomed behind her, and the black blood dripping from the tips corroded the backward flowing fragments of time.

Outside the cocoon, the inverted stalactite tentacles suddenly began to merge, piecing together a huge half face deep in the crack.

It was a face between an insect shell and metal, its single eye swallowing and spitting out stars and ashes as it opened and closed. What overflowed from the corners of its cracked mouth was not flesh and blood, but distorted fragments of time and space.

"Your body will become a minion of the Great Devourer..." Xi gritted his teeth, and caught a glimpse of the same pattern as the monster in the crack emerging on Lan Jiuer's collarbone.

The space inside the cocoon began to collapse, and Lan Jiuer's twelve-bone wings turned into gears, biting into each other and making a harsh sound.

"Remember the prophecy under Mortarion's seal?" Her voice was mixed with the roar of turning gears. "When time flows back to zero, the evil god's key will..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and the cocoon suddenly burst into a dazzling white light. The giant face in the crack let out a scream that shattered the space. Countless tiny black holes exploded in the white light, dragging the two into a vortex-like space-time rift.

Xi finally saw Lan Jiuer's eyes, and what was reflected there was not the scene before her, but the afterimages of their enemies or friends in countless parallel worlds.

And under the feet of those afterimages, countless tentacles are breaking out of the ground, weaving the entire universe into a huge cage.

The space-time rift tore the two people's figures apart like a meat grinder. Xi's hair turned into silver threads in the countercurrent, and Lan Jiuer's bone wings disintegrated into golden gears.

When the white light faded, they fell into a liquid sea of ​​stars, and each drop of "water" contained the remains of a civilization.

"Is this... the stomach of the Great Devourer?" As soon as Xi's fingertips touched the liquid, they were corroded and left with charred marks.

A loud sound of chains breaking was heard in the distance, and countless rusty anchors fell from the void.

Lan Jiuer suddenly twitched violently, and a third eye appeared between her eyebrows, identical to the giant face in the crack.

As his pupils opened and closed, the entire sea of ​​stars began to boil, and the prisoners' wails turned into tangible sound waves, shaking Xi's eardrums so much that they oozed blood.

"He's awake..." Lan Jiuer's voice came from all directions. The fake tears on her face disappeared, replaced by a kind of indifference that transcended good and evil. "Every civilization, before its death, leaves behind sighs in time and space. And these sighs are the code to unlock His cage."

Xi pushed the psychic spell, which transformed into a compass in the blood. "So you deliberately lured me to rescue you? Were those black bugs and cracks the path you paved for the Great Devourer?"

Before she could finish her words, a giant claw wrapped in nebula suddenly pierced through Lan Jiuer's chest. It was the shadow of the Great Devourer.

Lan Jiuer was nailed in the void, but a strange arc appeared at the corner of her mouth. The black mist surging out of her body merged with the giant claws, outlining the complete outline of the evil god in the sea of ​​stars.

"No, it was He who chose this body of mine." Lan Jiuer's voice mixed with the roar of the evil god. Twelve fragments of bone wings turned into keys and inserted into the void. "And you, are the sacrifice—"

The sea of ​​stars suddenly solidified into a solid entity, and the space around Xi was compressed into a cage.

The roar of the Great Devourer shattered all the star debris. Before Xi's consciousness faded, he saw Lan Jiuer's body transformed into thousands of light points and merged into the third eye between the evil god's eyebrows.

What was reflected in those eyes was the entire universe collapsing in reverse into a black egg, with Lan Jiuer's face densely crawling on the eggshell.

The timeline began to become disordered, and the sound of gears breaking could be heard. The blue pupils of the Lord of Change flickered in the vortex of the nebula.

He grasped the silver shuttle of the reality loom and tore it apart with the Great Devourer. Every crack oozed out fragments of time and space with a metallic smell.

This fierce battle for the body has long surpassed the transformation itself and has become an uncompromising struggle for dignity between the divine beings.

Xi was suspended outside the ionosphere of the blue crystal star, watching the earth's crust peel off layer by layer like puff pastry.

The timeline turned into tangled silver threads, weaving and collapsing in the void.

Those destinies that were supposed to be parallel are now being twisted into bloody balls by invisible giant hands.

The attack and defense between the crystal spires and the insect egg colony has lasted for seventeen dimensional cycles.

The phosphorescent fire that bloomed when the crystal cluster burst and the slime hatched by the insect swarm intertwined in the gravitational tide to form a strange existence.

The Lord of Change's tentacles pierced the Devourer's ethereal form, but were regurgitated into Chaos spores in the next Gangplank moment.

Erling was so angry that she burst into tears. Sanshixi lowered her eyes to look at the pocket watch on her wrist, the gears of which had long since stopped.

The memory of the afternoon of cricket fighting suddenly came to my mind: two grass insects were fighting in a bamboo tube, and the boy's fingertips were wet with dew when he teased them with a grass stem.

At this moment, the sounds of gods falling one after another in the sea of ​​stars gradually overlapped with the crisp sounds of insect pincers colliding that year.

When the Lord of All Changes' eyes penetrated the ninety-nine folds of time and space, and the chaotic singularity in his deduction materialized into a dark purple giant jaw wrapped around a nebula, he instead chuckled like the sound of a glass bell.

This surge of variables is actually the most magnificent move on His chessboard.

But the dimension-tearing scream of the Great Devourer crushed this calmness.

The moment the tentacles covered with stardust violently penetrated his divine body, all the changes were shaking.

Stealing the beacon is equivalent to tampering with the essence of existence, which is more offensive to the dignity of divinity than annihilation.

The Warp's observers gathered at the edge of the rift.

They saw the fluid creatures embodied by greed corroding the azure bones of the Lord of Change, and fragments of the laws bursting out like scales.

The psychic matrix set off a mathematical tsunami in the sea of ​​souls, and each rune that embodied the formula collapsed into a new destructive paradigm during deconstruction and reconstruction.

The storm of paradox burned honeycomb-like holes in the Devourer's gelatinous body, and the oozing chaotic mucus condensed into oracle bones engraved with ancient blasphemous runes in the turbulent flow of imaginary numbers.

The arcane magic of the Lord of Change seeped into the cracks like mercury pouring out of the ground, but the moment it touched the oracle bones, a sharp sound of shattering glass was emitted. It turned out that within this ever-proliferating body, there were actually dormant fragments of the essence of the Warp Abyss.

The projections of the Warp Gods suddenly became solid.

The six mirror images of the Lord of Pleasure simultaneously cracked their lips, and they flicked their jewel-encrusted robes. "Behold, the stirrings of Chaos are rewriting the stretch marks of the universe."

The Lord of the Skulls, the being on the Skull Throne, split the dimensional barrier with his battle axe, and the blood beads condensed on the blade fell into the prototype of a supernova explosion.

And Xi's observation suddenly trembled.

She saw countless versions of herself in parallel universes looking up at the same time, and the battlefields reflected in their pupils were undergoing strange changes.

Everything about the Lord of Change resonates with greed, and every shock strips away the original will of the Devourer.

When the 90,000th resonance tore the space-time membrane, the starlight of the entire star field suddenly poured back into the wreckage of the divine body, and reconstructed a new existence between rules and chaos in the collapsed singularity.

"He is forging his enemies into a new forge of godhood." The whisper of the God of Knowledge set off a storm of concepts.

The newly born being opened its ninefold pupils, and within them flowed no longer the simple laws of transformation, but rather an "eternal transformation" fused with the essence of devouring. The projections of the gods of the Warp began to disintegrate, and they finally realized that this battle had never been a simple attack and defense, but rather a ritual of divine ascension, pre-ordained by the Lord of All Change.

The light bursting from the triple pupils of the newborn godhead melted the disintegrating projections of the gods of the warp into liquid faith.

The oracle bones suspended in the crystal suddenly reversed and pierced into the remains of the Devourer. Chaos let out a dying scream in the furnace, but the moment it came into contact with the new godhead, it strangely turned into an aria.

All the devoured dimensional fragments are being reorganized into twelve wheels of fate surrounding Him in the form of quantum entanglement.

Xi's observation prism began to seep blood-red lines.

She saw the new godhead raise his hand and draw it across the void. The collapsed timelines suddenly turned into silver threads wrapped around a roulette wheel, with the end of each thread adorned with the remains of a parallel universe.

When He turns the wheel, countless "presents" fall into the abyss of the "past" at the same time, and are reborn in the chaos of the "future".

"This is the final casting that transcends life and death." The reverberation before the God of Lies collapsed was filled with indescribable fear.

The new godhead lightly tapped his fingertips, and the star field corroded by the Devourer suddenly blossomed with anti-entropy flowers. What flowed on the petals was not light, but liquid causality.

The universe trembled and burst into countless black cracks. The same face emerged in each crack. It was the Great Devourer that was devoured and reshaped by Him.

At this moment, the subspace is boiling like a sea of ​​magma.

All the gods were frantically calculating the parameters of this mutation, but were horrified to discover that the very existence of the new godhead was an unconvergent singularity.

His authority is no longer limited to change, but rather fuses "devouring" and "transformation" into a paradox of eternal cycle.

When the last silver thread was embedded in the roulette wheel, the pendulum of the entire multiverse began to swing in the opposite direction, and all predetermined endings became the prelude to a new cycle.

The roar of gears meshing came from deep in the warp.

He raised his hand and crushed the last loose fragment.

Strange ripples appeared on the surface of the body.

Those star fields that were once invaded by the Great Devourer are now being reborn recursively into nested micro-cycles.

And in the cracks of reincarnation, the faces of the Lord of Change and the Great Devourer flashed alternately, and finally merged into a smiling Chaos Mask.

The entire subspace fell into a deadly hum.

The new god's voice echoed through all dimensions, carrying with it the vibrations of time and space: "Witness this everlasting variation. Every end is the beginning of a new life, and every devouring breeds a more perfect transformation."

His authority transformed into countless blue chains, binding both the warp and the real world into the eternally rotating gears of fate.

Xi stroked the broken fragments of the observation prism, and the metal fragments condensed into a tiny star map at his fingertips.

"It seems clear that Tzeentch has messed this up again." Her voice was tinged with the hum of the Warp, the tail end of which was caught in a time vortex. "Or perhaps he wanted this result himself, combining the power of the Lord of Change and the Great Devourer to create this small creature."

The gilded scales emerging from the void created tidal patterns, and Lan Jiuer's figure shifted between the quantum state and the physical entity.

At this moment, a rotating hourglass hovered above his head, and each grain of quicksand reflected a war scene from a different dimension. "Xi, you should be happy for me. I will soon become the most powerful being among the gods of the Warp."

He raised his hand and lightly touched Xi's brow, and memory fragments suddenly exploded between the two of them. The nine-fold mirror image of Tzeentch was raising a glass to the hourglass. The runes on his robe had already predicted this transformation of power.

"Okay, I miscalculated." Xi's pupils reflected the constantly collapsing and reborn universe in the hourglass. The star map on her fingertips suddenly turned to ashes. "I didn't expect Tzeentch to win."

She looked at the chaos chains wrapped around Lan Jiuer, which were weaving the power of faith in the warp into a new divine warp. She finally understood that this so-called battle was nothing more than the most gorgeous sacrifice of a piece on Tzeentch's chessboard.

Chapter 289: Anger, Anger, and Anger of Khorne

Xi looked at the Lord of Change, who was laughing wildly, and the words rolled in her throat: "Is it really appropriate to talk at this juncture? I'm still here.

His question was swallowed by an eerie silence.

Instantly, a barbed laugh ripped through the air, and azure light patterns flowed across the twisted arm like liquid metal: "What can you do to me now?

Psychic energy and mathematics burst into nebulae at the fingertips.

Xi stretched his back, and his joints made crisp popping sounds.

It's time to end this farce.

In an instant, time began to wrinkle under her attack.

A beautiful white afterimage swept across the battlefield, carrying a power beyond dimensions, and its iron whip-like kick slammed heavily into the new body.

The newly condensed body shattered like glass, and the cracks spread along a star-like trajectory, but at the moment of collapse, it began to reverse and reorganize.

The nine incarnations of Tzeentch transformed strangely at the same time, and the membrane wall of the real universe was torn into spider-web-like cracks.

The chaotic energy of the subspace gushed out like boiling magma, enveloping the two colliding people in an energy vortex.

The attacks of both sides were annihilated into light dust in the void, and no one could truly touch the core of the other.