Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

The emperor's intimidating posture frightened the little demons who usually acted aggressively and trembled with fear, not daring to act rashly.

As for the other gods except Jianqi, they thought in their minds that it was not worthwhile to take action at this moment, so they kept their troops in place and watched from the sidelines.

Nurgle, Tzeentch's mortal enemy, had been severely betrayed by him before. Although he was a kind father, he was not fickle. It was enough for him to have both a son and a daughter.

Just when Magnus was still enthusiastically looking for so-called "friends" in the warp.

"What are you doing?"

Suddenly, a voice came into his ears, a voice he had never expected to appear at this moment.

Just this simple sentence seemed to have the power to strike the soul directly, causing an involuntary shudder to arise from the depths of his soul. At the same time, a warm, intimate and spontaneous feeling of obedience instantly surged in his heart.

Magnus couldn't help but feel surprised and happy. This was his mother's voice!

This made him more convinced that his actions all along were correct. At this moment, he felt that his long search had finally paid off and he had found the person he had been thinking about.

"Mother, look, I am searching for close friends in the warp."

Magnus's face was filled with sincerity, and he gestured with his hands as he spoke, as if he were stating something incomparably sacred and correct. "My wisdom tells me that as long as I persist in doing this, I will definitely gain something. And look, isn't this how I met you, Mother?"

His eyes were full of excitement and anticipation, as if the belief he had long held had been best confirmed at this moment.

However, in Xi's eyes, the situation was completely different.

She only saw the nine rings on Magnus's red fingers, which were emitting a strange aura, and heard Tzeentch's shrill laughter, which was the mocking and teasing laughter of the Lord of Change.

He was laughing at Magnus's naivety, but also proud of his own ingenious yet secret plan. However, Magnus was completely unaware of this and was still immersed in the beautiful situation he imagined.

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Chapter 124

It was really unbelievable. This was the only word she could think of to describe her current feelings.

She was a great divine power that roamed the warp, and had seen all kinds of strange sights and things, but Magnus's actions in front of her really shocked her so much that she couldn't recover for a long time, and the only thing that kept turning in her mind was "against the will of heaven".

How could there be such a heaven-defying existence?

But this incredible guy is the original body and her descendant.

"Mother, what's wrong with you? Why aren't you talking?" Magnus was the first to break the silence. While asking the question, he couldn't hide his pride at all. He was sure that it was his extraordinary military strategy and psychic power that shocked his mother so much that she couldn't speak.

I'm choked to death by your unbelievable behavior!

Even though the emperor's actions were so shocking, they were all for his own benefit and for the benefit of mankind. Unlike you, who are so reckless and foolhardy!

Xi thought about this several times in her mind, but in the end, she didn't say a word. She only urged softly, "Hurry back! The Warp is full of dangerous xenos. They hide in all kinds of Warp communities. If you're not careful, you'll be caught."

Chaos Demon, some truths in the Warp are destined to be buried deep in the heart, and using the alien as a cover is the most appropriate.

"Don't worry, mother. No matter how it disguises itself, it won't escape my sight."

Magnus raised his chin slightly, his words full of arrogance. Everything had gone smoothly for him since he was a child, and he had never suffered any hardship, so naturally he was fearless.

Xi was filled with helplessness, raised his hand to support his forehead, and thought to himself that you have been schemed by that guy Jianqi to the core, and you are still completely unaware.

"I have already set up a trap to kill aliens in the subspace. You will only be a hindrance here. Go back quickly and don't disturb me."

She had no choice but to make up another excuse to coax him.

"Mother, I can help." Magnus was so enthusiastic that he would not give up easily. He was the most enthusiastic person.

"Be obedient and leave quickly!" Xi's face darkened, anger appeared in his eyes, his hands clenched unconsciously, and he had lost all his patience.

"Well, mother, if you have time, please come to Prospero. I landed on that planet and brought it under my rule. I also explored many of the mysteries of the Warp there and made many close friends among the Warp elves."

After Magnus finished speaking, he turned and left. The dazzling light around him, like a red star, slowly dimmed and dissipated in the warp.

No matter how eccentric and arrogant Magnus was, the kinship ties running through his blood always reminded him that as a son, it was a heinous act for him to rebel against his mother.

Especially at this moment, his mother's angry voice was like rolling thunder, rushing straight into his ears along the undercurrent of the subspace, and every word was full of concern and anxiety. It was a rebuke that came out of her mouth because she was afraid that he would be in danger and meet with an unexpected accident. It was the most straightforward expression of her deep love and sharp criticism.

How could he have the heart to disobey?

But the words he said before leaving were like a heavy hammer, which made Xi's blood boil and she almost lost her composure.

"Subspace", "elf", "be friends", each word is distinct, but when put together it is so absurd that it almost makes her collapse. There is only one thought in her mind: I am afraid I can't have this child!

When Magnus' figure completely disappeared in the depths of the warp, the surrounding energy seemed to move strangely, and then, Tzeentch's strange and unpredictable figure slowly solidified in front of Xi.

He stood in seemingly endless layers of illusory changes, his body seemed real yet illusory, and each layer of change was flowing with dazzling colors and light and shadow, as if the mysteries of the entire subspace were condensed in his body.

The wicked laugh that emanated from the grinning mouth layered on top of each other, reverberating in the ears of Xi and the Emperor like nine echoes, and each echo was filled with biting sarcasm.

Tzeentch made no effort to conceal his delight, and laughed wantonly at the scene before him.

In the long chess game that He had carefully woven, Xi and Magnus were just two chess pieces that had no control over their own actions and could only move forward along the predetermined track.

Magnus, the Primarch who combines psychic power and talent, can be said to be His most proud masterpiece. From the moment he was born, he was tied to the palm of His hand by a hidden thread, step by step into the game that had been laid long ago.

For this moment, Jianqi lay dormant for a long time, patiently waiting for the opportunity for every link to fall into place.

Now that the outcome was decided, Xi and the unnamed being, even though filled with resentment and resentment, had to reluctantly give up and hand Magnus over.

The Primarch's powerful physical talent can even be ranked among the top five Primarchs, and is the key force that can change the situation.

However, at this moment, the value of the Primarch itself has been relegated to second place. What Tzeentch really coveted was the frustrated expressions of the two gods, with furrowed brows, anger in their eyes, but having to submit when they were powerless to save the situation. It was as if the gods were pulled down from the clouds, their dignity shattered to the ground, and he was high above, enjoying this feast at the soul level.

Even an emperor would never think of giving up his offspring.

But Xi was different. At this moment, her anger had reached a boiling point, and the string of her rationality snapped.

His body was tense, his muscles bulging like a coiled dragon, every inch of his flesh brimming with strength, especially his slender and muscular legs, at least one meter long, which turned into sharp weapons driven by rage.

She spun around suddenly, and with a whistling sound, she kicked out her long leg like a cannonball straight at the arrogant and mocking Jianqi in front of her.

After Xi's attack came the Emperor's attack.

Tzeentch's nine bird beaks, which were open like endless black holes and emitted sharp mocking sounds continuously, seemed to be cut off by sharp blades in an instant and closed abruptly. The triumphant screams echoing in the warp instantly turned into shrill screams.

The cry pierced through layers of dimensions like a sharp arrow, so sharp that it almost tore the curtain of reality apart.

This scream was strangely "pleasant to the ear", of course, only to those who were at odds with Tzeentch.

Khorne, sitting high on the brass throne, seemed to have heard the charge horn and instantly burst into thunderous laughter, shaking the surrounding brass to the point of vibrating.

He waved his hand, and the group of blood-soaked, bloodthirsty demons under his command immediately understood. Ferocious laughter rose one after another, as if to completely drown out the screams, and to vent the resentment they had accumulated from being schemed against by Tzeentch.

Nurgle, who was busy hunched over the plague cauldron, was originally immersed in the microscopic world of germs breeding and corruption spreading. At this moment, he was startled by the sudden scream and looked up. He paused the long handle stirring the plague in his hand, and a hint of surprise flashed in his turbid eyes. Then he shook his head slightly, as if regretting that this farce interrupted his research process. However, the corners of his mouth full of pus still rose slightly unconsciously, as if he had watched a different kind of "good show".

And Slaanesh, who was lying on the luxurious bed in the Silver Palace and surrounded by the gorgeous fragrance, sat up lazily, his misty eyes instantly lit up, and he listened to this "celestial music" intoxicatedly, tapping the armrest with his slender fingertips, again and again, and the rhythm rose and fell with his screams.

The demons under his command were infected by this strange atmosphere of joy. Their bodies twisted and convulsed, and their souls seemed to be sent to the peak of bliss. They were immersed in this psychedelic melody played by Tzeentch's pain and could not extricate themselves.

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Chapter 125 Parents also defy fate

Tzeentch was caught in a dilemma under the joint siege of Xi and the Emperor. The nine layers of magical shields around him were shaken by the repeated attacks, and the light was almost dissipated.

Although he used all his skills, summoned countless bizarre spells, and poured out the energy of the warp like a torrent in an attempt to turn the tide of the battle, he was ultimately unable to withstand the tacit and storm-like close-combat attacks of the two men.

Tzeentch tried his best to open a chaotic rift, and his figure instantly became ethereal. He fled in panic like a wisp of blue smoke, leaving only his unwilling roar echoing in the battlefield for a long time: "Damn guys!" During his escape, he was full of resentment and complaints.

These two guys were truly barbaric! They didn't follow the "rules" of individual combat between gods at all, always banding together to bully the weak with their numbers, completely disregarding decency.

What made him even more mad was that they still preferred the primitive and brutal close combat tactics, often relying on their strong bodies, sharp fists and feet, rushing straight at him with a whistling sound, crushing all the room for maneuver of exquisite spells, forcing him to defend himself awkwardly, without any room for cleverness and strategy.

Every time he faced these two people, Jianqi felt extremely depressed and said that he was unlucky to meet these two unruly "reckless" gods.

This fellow Jianqi has always been arrogant and conceited, and he always acts on impulse. How could he have the leisure to reflect on himself?

His mind and eyes were filled with the pleasure of his carefully woven conspiracy succeeding, and he was intoxicated with the sense of accomplishment of manipulating the fate of others. He never thought that the root cause of his embarrassing escape was precisely because he had taken the initiative to approach and provoke.

He showed up in front of the two people, grinning with his nine bird-like beaks and laughing wantonly. The layers of sharp voice whipped the other party's dignity like thorns, and the smugness was written all over his face, as if he was sure that the other party could not do anything to him.

But he forgot that once Xi's anger was ignited, it would spread like wildfire and could not be provoked casually; he also did not expect that the other emperor was also a tough guy and would not allow him to insult him so arrogantly.

Never learn your lesson!

揍跑奸奇后，帝皇眉头紧锁，内心决然不肯放弃马格努斯这等天赋卓绝的子嗣。曦亦是满心纠结，一方面舐犊情深，怎愿轻易割舍；另一方面却又深知马格努斯已被奸奇暗中渗透，犹如一颗埋在暗处的雷，随时可能引爆，后患无穷。

But the current situation is extremely critical, as if being attacked from all sides. The gods are all eyeing the other primarchs covetously, each with their own ulterior motives, trying to gain more chips in this chess game of the gods.

Even though they were unwilling to give up, they were too busy to devote all their energy to Magnus alone and ignore other potential crises.

After careful consideration, the two had a secret conversation.

The conclusion is: since the thief is thinking about it, then lure another thief and let the two of them act as referees. The worst result is that Magnus is just divided into two parts.

Xi's figure was light and pure white, like a ray of holy light, as she resolutely stepped into the chaotic and extravagant realm of Slaanesh.

As soon as you step in, a pink mist so thick that it is almost tangible surges in, carrying an addictive rich and sweet fragrance, every wisp of which seems to be captivating, tempting the intruder to let down all defenses and indulge in endless joy.

The ground beneath my feet was soft and slippery, as if it were made up of a gel formed from countless desires. Every step I took would splash crystal clear mucus that seemed to be filled with spring love, making an ambiguous and sticky sound.

Above the head, the colorful rays of light are like dreamy silk, rolling and dancing freely, intertwining to outline all kinds of bewitching and charming pictures. If you pay attention for a moment, the desires hidden in your heart will grow like weeds.

Sometimes she really doesn't want to come here. Now it's her fault for having such an unfilial son!

All around, bizarre vegetation stretches out wantonly, its leaves are alluring crimson or pink, rustling as they sway gently, as if whispering about forbidden love affairs; the vines are twisted and winding, hanging plump and juicy swellings that look like fruits of love, and from time to time dripping a sap with a psychedelic aroma.

In the ears, the seductive sounds come one after another, sometimes it is a gentle and coquettish moan, sometimes it is a charming and alluring breath, layer upon layer, entwined and intertwined, trying to confuse the mind of the person who comes.

Those succubi and lust demons appeared and disappeared in the pink mist, with graceful figures, skin as white as fat, and eyes full of bone-eroding charm. They came dancing with their waists twisting, waving gauze, and pounced on Xi with bared fangs and claws, trying to stop her.

However, just as he approached within a few feet of Xi, he was suppressed by the invisible pressure, as if he was nailed to the spot, unable to move at all.

Some weaker demons were even more helpless. Just because they happened to look into her red eyes, the trace of malice that escaped unintentionally was like a biting cold wind passing through, instantly freezing their souls, disintegrating their bodies, and turning them into ashes.

Xi walked without stopping, as if strolling in a garden, and easily passed through the numerous obstacles and went straight to the core of Slaanesh's fragrant and luxurious bedroom.

Xilian moved lightly, quietly approaching the extravagant bed. Slaanesh lay lazily there, his form seemingly forged from the most exquisite and treacherous essence of desire. His perfection was almost unreal, yet he exuded an allure that was impossible to gaze upon. His crimson eyes, like two balls of deep, bottomless flames of lust, now flickered with a rare, vivid hatred, like a drop of poisonous ink stirred into a lake of pure desire, striking and abrupt.

"Oh, that's quite unusual," Xi thought to herself, raising an eyebrow slightly. It was truly unexpected that hatred could be seen in the eyes of this god, who was completely absorbed in pleasure.

In an instant, she keenly realized that her emotions were also quietly changing. The usually dormant power of hatred in her body seemed to be gently stirred by an invisible hand, trembling faintly, as if responding to Sane's strange emotions at the moment.

"Is it the strange aura of this Silver Palace? Or... is there something else going on?" Xi looked around calmly. The lingering fragrant mist and ambiguous light and shadow seemed to be hiding a secret.

"You're so powerful! You can actually affect my authority without making any noise." Xi lightly touched the roots of his teeth with the tip of his tongue, and a chill rose in his heart.

She knew very well that in this chess game where the Chaos Gods all had their own agenda, even the slightest movement could hide a fatal trick.

It seems that asking Slaanesh to do something for me this time is just a temporary measure. After the task is accomplished, I must make careful plans and find a perfect way to check and balance him.

We must not allow Slaanesh to be so disrespectful and provocative, otherwise he will become a serious threat in the future.

Even in this silver palace full of puzzles.

PS: How strong is Slaanesh's authority? At the table where the gods play, even Khorne would be aroused by his presence.

Chapter 126 Tea Talk, Tea Talk, Tea Pleasing Color

"Oh, I'm so sorry! That little guy under your command was so reckless that he ran into my blade. I didn't have time to retract my strength and he was killed. Don't take it to heart, sister~"

Xi opened her red lips slightly, and her words were like a blade coated with frosting, sweet and sharp.

After saying that, she tilted her head slightly, and a few strands of hair slipped from her ears. She raised her hand and gently tucked them behind her ears, her movements lazy and casual.

In Slaanesh's eyes, she blinked slightly, her long eyelashes fluttering like a fan, bringing out a bit of innocence and playfulness, but there was no apology in the depths of her eyes, only a cold sharpness, like the cold light hidden under the deep pool, which was replaced by a smile after a moment's disappearance.

She pursed her red lips slightly, and then broke into a seemingly friendly smile, revealing her pearly teeth. The curve of her mouth was just right, but it inexplicably revealed the nonchalant arrogance of a superior, as if such a trivial matter was nothing more than brushing off the dust from the corner of her clothes, completely unworthy of mentioning, but she was still willing to condescend to "explain" it to you.

"How could this be? You're my best friend! How could I get mad at you over a mere demon? We're the closest of friends!"

Slaanesh lay on his side in the soft and luxurious place, his pair of purple eyes fixed on Xi, without blinking, wanting to see through every trace of her expression.

Although she responded like this, she kept making small movements behind her back. Every time she opened her mouth, the tip of her pink tongue would flicker out, and swirling pink smoke would curl out from her rosy mouth, floating quietly towards the Lord of Rule, as if hiding some unknown and sinister thoughts.

Xi knew in her heart that Slaanesh did not attack her immediately after she entered the Silver Palace. This meant that there was still room for maneuver and negotiation.

"To be honest, I came here specifically to bring you a good thing, but I didn't expect that on the way here I would accidentally kill your demon with just a glance."

The Lord of Domination walked forward gracefully and sat down leisurely in front of Slaanesh. In an instant, a pure white throne slowly appeared under his hips, shining brightly.

Even though they were in Slaanesh's home turf, and this Silver Palace was filled with the other party's decadent and extravagant aura, when the Lord of Domination appeared, those 600 million tentacles that were manifested by the corrupted authority could only hesitate and shrink back, unable to get close at all.

Because under the throne, all living beings are dust, slaves and authority, and cannot be offended.

"Sister, can you still think of me when you have such a good thing?"

Slaanesh's red lips parted, his voice soft and velvety enough to drip with water, its tail lingering like fine spider silk, entwining Xiang Xi's veins. Each note carried a formless, yet alluring, note of depravity, like the low hum of a demon in the dark night, eerie and dangerous.

As he spoke, the pink mist slowly wafting from his mouth grew thicker, spreading outward like a surging wave of a beautiful dream. Simultaneously, six hundred million pink and purple tentacles sprouted from thin air behind him, twisting and snaking like hungry, overgrown vines of desire, all rushing towards Xi, who sat upon the supreme throne, ruling over countless galaxies.

That posture clearly showed an attempt to pull down this god and drag him into his own corrupted devil realm, so that the supreme power would also be tainted with the decadent pleasure and succumb to endless decadence.