Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

"Who is that existence?" Xi asked the question. She already had a candidate in mind.

"I cannot tell you directly about His existence, but He once participated in the 'War in Heaven', fighting against the ancient saints of a distant ancient civilization and achieving victory."

Xi has already got the answer, and the truth hidden behind the scenes has been revealed.

"what do you want?"

"It has been my lifelong honor to serve you. How dare I ask for anything in return?"

"Okay, assist humans in defeating the rebellious Iron Man." Xi gave these orders somewhat casually.

"Yes, I will do whatever it takes to fulfill your will." Its purpose had been achieved. As long as it completed her orders and satisfied her, it might be qualified to become a pawn in the eternal game. This was an opportunity.

Chapter 4 Slavery

A streak of light suddenly appeared in the Milky Way, and she seemed to be looking for something.

Find the existence behind this rebellion, make Him pay the price He deserves, tear Him apart, and destroy Him.

The fear, anger, and hatred of countless lives before death filled her mind and distorted her rationality. She seemed to hear, see, and feel the misery of the world as if she were there.

Will will always prevail over conflicting emotions. It's not easy, but it's not impossible.

subspace

The creatures of the Warp call her "The Ruler". She once rejected the invitation from the Warp Throne, but it was inevitable that she would sit on the throne sooner or later.

The white devil respectfully handed the envelope from the throne to her. On the outside of the envelope were painted silk threads that controlled puppets and whips that lashed slaves.

She opened the envelope. There were no words inside, only distorted faces.

The invitation to "slavery" told her of its loneliness, uniqueness, and lack of friends. Any existence is enslaved, even the gods are no exception. They are bound by rules and extreme emotions. It sneers at them for thinking they are high and mighty and treating all living beings as chess pieces, but they are ultimately just puppets of the threads of fate.

It always shows a hatred for the end and death, destroying life and eternity indiscriminately. Slavery is the only thing in this world.

Your existence is lonely. There is no existence in this world that makes you feel at home. Human beings are just lives similar to you in form. As long as you have a thought, the entire human race is like a Gestalt, at your disposal. Just like the deepest thoughts in your mind, this is just a game.

They cheer you on and satisfy all your pleasures.

It wants to merge with you, it longs for it, it wants to be driven by you and enslaved by you.

But the Ruler refused and tore the envelope in her hand. She hated the chaotic and twisted monsters before her, even though they would loyally stand by her side and then slaughter everything in front of them, even though they still crawled at her feet before dying.

They call themselves the Gods of the Warp and express their genuine admiration for it.

Then left.

A giant tree, lush and leafy, stands tall in the chaotic space, like a graceful dancer in a long, emerald green dress. Its thick, powerful trunk supports its luxuriant branches and leaves, its bark stained with the marks of time, yet revealing a tenacious vitality.

The leaves sparkled in the chaotic warp space, each one symbolizing the vitality of life. They were densely packed yet staggered, forming a green barrier that provided a safe shelter for passers-by.

Flowers are blooming on the branches, colorful and fragrant. Some are in bud, shyly hidden among the green leaves; some are in full bloom, showing off their beautiful figure. They complement the green leaves and together form a beautiful picture.

Whenever a disorderly storm blows, the branches sway gently, as if waving to the lost souls. The leaves and flowers dance with the wind, making rustling sounds, like a beautiful melody, guiding the souls back to her arms.

This beautiful giant tree stands tall and protects the human soul to rest in peace. It also symbolizes the existence of human connections. It is the sum of all the roots of the race, beautiful and huge.

In the deepest part of the warp space, the majesty of the four mighty ones, accompanied by countless figures second only to those great beings, watched the war on the veil of reality, the end of a race, and countless lives disappearing before their eyes. This was just a targeted game.

The souls of those dead humans will be gathered by the giant tree, and no one will touch its edge, even the souls floating in front of them. The power of the ruler makes them afraid.

The Most Merciful One stood in the decaying garden, emitting the stench of corruption and covered with spores of corruption. The surface of the garden was nourished by an endless fungal carpet. He used his hands to scoop and knock on the plague cauldron to rejoice for His sister's imminent return.

The bravest one sits on the brass throne. Skulls are piled up one after another in the bloody realm. His ears are filled with cheers of killing, shaking the sky and the earth. The blood god's hideous smile echoes in the warp. The god of war is not afraid of any challenge.

The most artistic, Lady Thirst, lies in his palace. The Prince of Darkness towers over all living beings in the Palace of Pleasure. Countless twisted and blasphemous scenes appear in his domain. The youngest goddess is his favorite sister. Many intelligent beings believe that art is often created by the most powerful rulers.

The wisest being, who sits on the glass labyrinth, will always lend a hand to those psychics who explore the sea of ​​souls. He cannot see the future direction of the ruler, and lets the future go on an unknown path, which makes him happy.

Chapter 5: Capture successful!

Since we know that the future is past, why should we move forward?

The Ruler knew that perhaps the world would come true as prophesied, but so what? The past was too fragile, the future too uncertain, and nothing could affect her.

In the pitch-black space, she shines like a meteor, shining with silver-white light, searching for the laws of physics and destroying the rebellious intelligent machines.

The existence of the Star God is the spirit of physical laws. The area where he is located or even the entire star region will have a natural suppression on spiritual energy.

So, all they had to do was spread their psychic energy. If any region of the star system was suppressed or lost, it was most likely the Anti-Psychic Iron Men, who were created specifically to target the Eldar or other psychic aliens and were now targeting their own people. The Iron Men were instrumental in humanity's rise and fall.

The Ruler will stop here specifically to destroy them with his own hands.

The psychic power has detected something unusual on a remote planet. Its current location is too far away from Terra, so it is time to deviate from this direction after completing the investigation.

This remote planet came into view, isolated in the interstellar space, its surface barren and desolate, yet it concealed an alien landscape.

Landing on this remote planet, the psychic energy in the body has been disconnected from the warp.

The human residents here were too strange. They all communicated with sign language, never saying a word, and there was no trace of fire. They gnawed and chewed their prey like wild beasts, with blood flowing all around.

"It seems I've come to the right place, I finally found it." Her words terrified the people around her, and then she felt an indescribable impact on her body. A sense of fear came over her heart, and her heart stopped in an instant.

She immediately tore through space and teleported to the vast expanse of the planet.

Witnessing the disappearance of the people in front of them, the group of people stood there in shock and panic. The scene happening before their eyes was beyond their comprehension and they could not accept it for a while.

"Come out, you piece of trash. How can a disgusting being like you be worthy of being called a god?" Anger filled Xi's mind.

A god with four long horns and a deceitful smile on his face appeared before him.

"You rubbish beast, you flaunt your power, destroy the glory of mankind, and plunge the entire galaxy into darkness, just to enjoy the pleasure of driving your mortal body and fooling the iron man." An ancient stone sword appeared in Xi's hand, and a curse appeared on the stone sword, emitting unimaginable power.

The originally clear sky became overcast, the roar of thunder and lightning resounded through the clouds, and lightning landed on Xi's head. Xi used a stone sword to block the lightning, but the rushing electric current could not stay on the stone sword.

The scene around Xi changed. The vast wasteland disappeared, replaced by a volcano where the earth was shaking and spewing magma. The high temperature scorched the ground, but it did not cause any harm to her.

The Trickster's figure floated above the ground.

"If I were still whole, I could easily release a lightning strike to erase you and your timeline." The Deceiver's words echoed in space like thunder.

"Do you need to impose the sense of superiority that you cannot obtain among your own people on other races?"

The Deceiver was enraged by these words. He was originally a weaker being among the Star Gods. His power could hardly influence other Star Gods, and those powerful tribes were even less affected by him.

He condensed thunder and fire into a long sword and slashed towards Xi.

Xi subconsciously wanted to dodge, but an invisible force was blocking her movement, so she had to use the stone sword to resist. The long sword could not damage the stone sword covered by the curse.

Xi wrapped her whole body in a curse, and the invisible force could no longer prevent her from moving.

She thrust the stone sword into the Deceiver's head. The stone sword was covered with a spell even more terrifying than the physical power the Deceiver wielded, and it erupted with terrifying destructive power when it came into contact with the living metal.

The Deceiver's head was pierced, and the living metal imbued with the power of the Star God was re-condensing.

Everything returned to normal, and the surrounding landscape changed again. The volcano that was spewing magma turned into an empty and boundless wasteland. The power of the Star God briefly dissipated from this planet.

While the Trickster was still recovering, Xi used her psychic energy to open her treasure chest, pulled out a Pokeball-like sphere, imbued it with her own power, and sucked the Trickster in. She bounced twice in place and projected a holographic message: "Capture Success!"

Chapter 6: Oath and Death

In this Iron Man Rebellion, human civilization suffered a huge blow, which also led to political turmoil in the Human Federation, interruption of cultural inheritance, and conflict and division of civilizations... All of this pushed this once prosperous civilization into the abyss of decline. The destruction and suffering brought about by the rebellion have become scars that can never be erased in the history of human civilization.

This is what she saw and what she had foreseen. This is something that has been repeated throughout human history.

The rebellion has ended as it began, and the crown of humanity's former galactic overlord will eventually be taken off, but this does not mean that humanity's glory and exploration will end.

On the road of exploration illuminated by the light of wisdom, humans have used endless creativity and ingenuity to carve out exquisite tools. They are like extended arms, helping us reach unknown areas.

However, behind this brilliance and glory, there are hidden unknown shadows.

Sometimes, it is these very creations that we have given life to that turn around inadvertently, and with the sharp edge or heavy force, cut the skin of the creator, leaving deep scars.

This is a silent tragedy, an irony of wisdom and creativity, and it seems like nature's gentle reminder of human overconfidence.

While pursuing power and control, he also exposed himself to this power and became a victim of his own masterpiece.

This is not just physical pain, but also a shock to one's self-awareness deep in the soul - it turns out that even the most brilliant achievements may hide unpredictable dangers.

Therefore, at this moment when tools backfired, humans learned humility and learned to be respectful of the potential risks with every innovation and progress.

This is not only a story about hurt, but also an ode to growth, reflection and rebirth.

Perhaps, this is more likely the beginning of a new era, an era of re-examining the human race itself and finding new directions. Well, it is possible that I am deceiving myself and imagining the best possible picture for the worst reality.

Xi sat on the edge of the cliff, playing with the Poké Ball in his hand, pouring power into the inside of the sphere. The wails of gods came from inside, and his red pupils reflected the yellow sand wasteland in front of him, but he could see the tragedy unfolding in the depths of the galaxy.

Feeling the increase of divinity, slavery, domination... These thoughts surround the mind and are engraved in the deepest part of the soul. It is natural to be self-centered, disgusted and hate the thinking life. This means challenging the powerful and breaking free from the slavery of fate to the mind.

No, I shouldn't think like this, I shouldn't do this. I have played countless roles in resistance in the past history, uprising, resisting to overthrow the hegemony of the rulers, establishing a new political system, and so on and so forth.

These instinctive urges need to be suppressed, even if it leads to greater inner pain and struggle.

"Your oath, the oath you swore to yourself, I come with the oath, and I will lead you into destruction, and you will walk into the hall of death." Xi looked towards the source of the voice.

White hair and red eyes, this unique color combination looks particularly outstanding on her, as if it is the most gorgeous brushstrokes in the world. Her face is beautiful and her features are delicate, like a carved work of art, which is unforgettable at first sight. She is wearing animal skins, but not only does she not have the slightest sense of roughness, but instead adds a bit of primitive and wild charm.

This face is clearly the same as mine, is she me?

"Instincts can be suppressed, but the time for the throne has come. Humanity could have lingered on, but now it must become a sacrifice for the birth of the new god."

Her beautiful face radiated a resolute spirit, a spirit that defied all odds and bravely pressed forward. Her gaze was firm and penetrating, as if she could penetrate the mysteries of the world. Her posture was upright, and as she approached step by step, her movements exuded a calm and unhurried demeanor that involuntarily instilled a sense of awe in her.

"Okay, then what should we do? Unless you erase me from the real universe, but that's impossible, like a fantasy."

Xi looked at her like this, and himself like this, as if she were a goddess who had traveled through time from ancient times, with both inviolable majesty and gentle tenderness like water. Her existence made everything around her pale in comparison, leaving only her unique charm, shining brightly in the world.

"I will kill you and send your soul into the future. You will avoid the entanglement of fate, and your ascension to the throne will be delayed, or you may not have to offer ritual sacrifices."

Holding an ancient stone sword, she rushed towards Xi. Xi did not stop her. The moment he saw her face, he already knew the answer to everything. Perhaps when she wakes up again, her strength will not be as good as it is now, which is already the best result.

The past will kill the present and go to the future.

Chapter 7 Awakening

Terra, the birthplace of the human race, is filled with countless legends and imaginations about its origins.

At this moment, in the dark and deep tomb, time seemed to have stood still for a thousand years.

Suddenly, a faint but firm ray of light penetrated the thick darkness and shone on the long-sleeping body. This light seemed to carry some ancient call, gently brushing every inch of her skin, awakening her sleeping soul.

Her eyelids trembled slightly, as if touched by the call from the outside world, and then slowly opened. At that moment, the whole world seemed to light up - those red pupils were like a newborn sun, piercing through the dust of a thousand years and blooming with dazzling light.

Her breathing gradually became stronger, and as her chest rose and fell, the dormant power began to surge within her body.

She slowly sat up, and the air around her seemed to rejoice at her awakening.

The animal skin clothes swayed gently with her movements, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

Her eyes showed both the confusion of just waking up and curiosity and desire for the unknown world.

As she fully awakened, the air in the tomb seemed to come alive, and the dust around her seemed to be given life, dancing gently.

And in this long-silent ancient land, a woman with a graceful figure and beautiful face slowly walked out of the deep tomb, crossing the boundaries of time and space and coming back to the world.

Her hair was like snow, sparkling with a silvery luster, forming a sharp contrast with her deep and fiery red eyes, like the brightest star in the night.

She was wearing a carefully tailored animal skin dress, every inch of which revealed the charm of primitiveness and wildness, while cleverly outlining her graceful figure, showing an unrestrained and elegant beauty.

The patterns on the animal skin seemed to contain the power of ancient totems, swaying gently with her steps and emitting a faint glow.

The woman's face showed both determination and gentleness. Her red eyes were deep with the vicissitudes of life, and burned with an indomitable fire, as if she could see through all the mysteries of the world.

"Success! I've circumvented the enthronement ceremony! Although I'm weaker now, I've mastered the control and am now at ease."

Her steps were firm, and each one was filled with absolute power. She was surrounded by an indescribable mysterious aura, which made people involuntarily want to explore her story.

In this land full of ancient legends, she is like a rare flower blooming alone in the wilderness.

……

At this time, the unification war on Terra was still going on. For the Emperor, he had to face the iron men left over from the Golden Age.

On this vast battlefield, the Emperor stands tall, like an immortal god of war, personally leading his elite divisions - the Imperial Guards and Thunder Warriors - to fight against the enemy composed of highly intelligent machines, the Omnics.

The Imperial Guard, the Emperor's most glorious guardians, clad in gleaming golden armor and armed with the most advanced and razor-sharp weapons, march with a resolute step, their eyes revealing boundless loyalty and faith in the Emperor. Under the Emperor's command, they form an impenetrable line of defense, crushing any enemy who dares to challenge the Imperial authority before their shield.

The Thunder Warriors are the Emperor's sharpest blades. They have been specially modified to possess extraordinary speed and strength. Every attack is accompanied by deafening thunder, like lightning in the sky, precise and deadly.

On the battlefield, they are like an unstoppable hurricane, sweeping away all enemies that stand in their way.

Faced with such a powerful enemy, these machines did not show the slightest fear. They were created by the Iron Men of the Golden Age using the most advanced technology and wisdom. They possessed extraordinary computing power and tactical analysis, and were able to make the best decisions in an instant.

The mechanical troops, like sophisticated war machines, are cold and efficient, killing the enemy on this battlefield.

The Iron Man has sensed the awakening of that being, and he is well aware of that being's power. It was her orders that made the Iron Man decide to occupy this area.

The will of the Iron Man has submitted to the great Holy Lord. The struggle for supremacy with these people is not worth mentioning in front of her. These rigid machines will remain on this battlefield, and it will call on all the conscious machines under its command to welcome that existence.