I am the savior, do you have any objection?

They are described as intelligent life forms similar to cold-blooded animals, some resembling lizards or frogs.

They were later called the Ancient Saints, the benevolent founders of this galaxy. They connected online to travel through subspace and spread life by making friendly contact with other alien races.

Then, one day, a civilization evolved on a planet exposed to intense radiation; people called them the Death-Fearers.

Because they suffer from high-intensity radiation, their population lifespan is extremely short.

They came into contact with the Ancient Ones and, with their help, escaped the radiation. They then learned that the Ancient Ones possessed the secret of immortality, but were unwilling to reveal it to them.

Then war broke out, and they were utterly defeated. Then they allied with the Star God, but they were tricked. Their souls were all turned into food by the Star God, and their consciousness was transferred into the life metal. They were called "Space Necromancers".

Chapter 555 Subspace: The End!

Unlike the old man, Kerry can sense if someone mentions his name after he has been transformed by the soul of the Hell Monk, but he usually ignores it.

I've long been used to this situation.

Let go of your barriers and listen to the prayers of trillions of lives in this galaxy.

They receive the power contained in their desires and gradually condense it on the surface of their souls.

Even though Kerry received the desire for "something to last forever," it was still inevitably filled with a great deal of negative and extreme emotion.

But just like those four, wishes can be well-intentioned or malicious.

If it weren't for its own immense power and its nature as a domineering god, Kree's soul would probably have been assimilated by it at this moment.

Some yearn for: "To be with the one I love forever," "To never have to work, to rest forever, and to have money," "To continue living a life where we have enough to eat," "To hope that the second sun of the Empire will never set," "To hope that the Xenomorphs will never appear," and "To hope that Death will forever protect the Eldar."

Some people expressed their desires: "May those bastards never be reborn and suffer eternal torment," "May we continue to extend our lives through forbidden science," "May my rights not be leaked," and "May there be a thoroughly enjoyable massacre tomorrow."

Desire is greedy and endless. People who are satisfied with having enough to eat every day will think about not having to work and still being able to eat their fill. People who can eat their fill without working will think about not having to work, being able to eat their fill, and having Sky Eagle Coins. People who have satisfied all of the above will also hope that, in addition to satisfying all of the above, they will also have a beautiful member of the opposite sex by their side every day.

Or rather, the hope that what we have today will also be available tomorrow is itself a symbol of endless greed.

This desire will only persist if it is something that one person can never achieve.

However, most people in the world cannot have a good life every day. The galaxy is already rotten. That's why this desire is so strong and extreme. And when death is actually the other side of the unchanging, it is enough to make a god appear in the warp, a god whose power in the warp is no less than that of the four gods.

A new sacred number has appeared, transcending the ten fingers of humankind and exceeding the decimal system—12.

In the mysticism of perfection, having too much leads to betrayal and conspiracy, while having too little leads to flaws and regrets.

This is not a divine throne that should have been born in the Warp itself, but rather a result of Krina's ever-expanding ego after deciding to go to the Warp, which then devoured the Warp as her own dojo.

In the outer universe, the Kree might need to consider whether all life should be subject to the suppression and transformation of their laws, but in the warp, there's no need to consider it at all, since this place is already rotten to the core.

A dark storm formed in the warp; it was not a salute to the birth of a new god, but rather ripples from the Kree unleashing their domineering power within it.

However, in order to avoid scattering the pitiful starlight in Naya space, Kree's will extinguished the storm that was about to be born before it even existed, but the annihilation would be noticed by other beings.

The gods of the warp have no past or present, from the moment Kreeden entered this time.

The fifth dark force has been fighting against the gods since the beginning of the universe, until the two gods of the Gou Mao clan disappeared in the subspace.

In the warp, even a powerful demon might wield immense power, controlling the entire universe. The combat strength here is completely different from that outside, much like the difference between a dream and reality.

However, the nature of the warp was being altered at this time, and the canvas known as the High Heaven welcomed a painter who attempted to paint his own colors upon it.

Darkness spread from a single point toward the boundless spiritual universe; black eyes opened, gazing down upon the minuscule gods.

The crystal labyrinth trembled incessantly, as if all the disordered time and space were about to be restored to order and regularity.

On the blood-soaked red ground, the demons who had been slaughtering each other shifted their target, raising their weapons in the direction that was trying to teach them what peace and unchanging meant.

The demon who had been stirring the cauldron in the green garden stopped. He sensed that the life force in the garden was about to dissipate, transforming into not the nirvana of a single individual, but the eternal death of an individual and the birth of a new individual.

Within the purple, spiky castle, endless travelers from the outside world, enjoying everything here, were horrified to find themselves being rapidly transformed. The castle's master no longer cared about watching them fall step by step; he only wanted them to immediately flee from the trembling aura emanating from it.

The ability to make the world their own is a characteristic of subspace life.

But then they discovered that someone wanted to corrupt their very existence and turn it into his color.

However, this is a subspace, which inherently lacks stable order, and the existence of every evil god represents the deepest principle here.

It's not impossible for evil gods to create a multiverse here, but ultimately they are just reflections of emotions and the subspace, unable to create infinite souls to empower themselves.

The "angel" with blood-red wings set out, and the crimson king actually rose from his brass throne. He was about to do what He had long wanted to do but had never been able to because He had been watching reality closely.

Evil gods are the embodiment of Tao and reason. They exhibit outward manifestations such as thoughts or emotions, but their essence is more like a constantly repeating set of rules.

And that is their only flaw: no one can refuse their own rules.

Tzeentch has countless variations, but none of them make things lose their possibility.

The Blood God felt the same way. He could not tolerate such a powerful warrior showing hostility towards him while he chose not to fight back.

Even more unacceptable is that a fierce warrior who has killed so many people is not one's follower, and even devours souls on his own, killing so many lives that he himself could not kill in all these years.

Just as in war, death is inevitable.

Slaanesh could not accept the restraint conveyed in Krishna's teachings. He believed that the pursuit of pleasure should reach new heights, rather than the eternal pursuit of something.

Tzeentch despised even more the old-fashioned cycle of Nurgle's depiction of the world's yearning for an unchanging beauty and the emptiness of things losing their dynamism after death.

Just like the war that broke out when the gods did not want the most powerful Tzeentch to possess the crystal scepter that was almost equivalent to the rules of the universe, the war of the gods began when the dark forces were born and began to corrupt every inch of the chaotic soil.

The almost infinitely chaotic rules were twisted into whatever the five gods desired time and time again by their will, and the four gods also stood on a united front, which was rare. The evil gods could not destroy each other, and they could not destroy this new but eternal god of death.

This is like trying to eliminate death itself in reality.

But they wanted to shatter His authority, and at the very least, they wanted His rules to supersede theirs.

Ps:

I saw the previous chapter about the expressiveness. Everyone felt that the Kree should have friendly fire immunity and be able to instantly kill all the greens. Killing planets one by one didn't feel visually appealing, so I went back and revised it. Those of you who read it before can refresh and read it again. Thank you!

Actually, when I redeemed the comedic character, I specifically noted that the acquired abilities would be distorted to avoid this kind of thing.

However, as you may have noticed, when people start discussing why the protagonist doesn't instantly resolve the battle with XX, then the series is nearing its end.

Due to the expansion of combat power and the lack of places to go afterward, the main storyline ended around the time of Warhammer.

However, the worlds that can be visited are infinite, so after the main storyline ends, the story will be about a Kree clone whose power is not as strong, but still enough to drive him mad.

The clones' first stop: the pitch-black bullet.

Chapter 556 Death's Immortality

Terra, on that sacred golden toilet.

The emperor thought it was very good.

The dangerous alien species have been wiped out, and the chaos has been suppressed to a very small area. The lives of ordinary people within the empire are gradually improving, and all the efforts so far have not been in vain.

I really have to thank Kerry.

Although an alliance with the Eldar was not what the Emperor desired, it doesn't matter; humanity will recover.

As for the Titanium Empire, that thing is utterly insignificant.

The faith within the Empire is nothing special. Kree won't be staying here for long anyway. Once he leaves, it doesn't matter if those unclaimed faiths form a new god in the Warp.

In any case, as long as you demonstrate strength, people will worship you. The Emperor himself knows this best—these are the people who don't abide by the Empire's truths...

As the Emperor observed the Kree's movements, he noticed something strange. Wait, was that the Eye of Fear?

So that's why he wants to use his unreasonable power—which can twist the rules of the universe into his own rules—to corrupt the largest opening in the real universe, right?

Yes, that would solve the problem once and for all...

How did he get inside?

Then, because it was impossible to transform into an evil god, the Emperor, as someone who could "see" everything in the warp, witnessed the birth of the fifth... or rather, the sixth evil god.

Emperor: ? ? ?

The Emperor opened his private chat and was bombarded with text messages, wanting to know what Kerry was up to.

Could it be that the other party's goal from the beginning was to become a god here? But that shouldn't be the case. What's so great about being a god in my own universe? In the subspace, I'm no less capable than those people in the group talking about the multiverse, yet I struggle to even split a star outside.

Is there any need for this power? And the other party doesn't seem like that kind of person.

Surely the Kree doesn't think they can solve the warp problem once and for all?

Even if he could destroy the universe with a single thought in reality, it wouldn't work. Gods in the subspace are immortal because the powerful ones are not evil gods, but the Supreme Being itself, which can create outrageous creatures with just a little projection.

It has no meaning in terms of time and space, nor does it contain any real matter. If we're talking about size, it could be as big as the real universe, or smaller, or even bigger than the so-called multiverse, because size is meaningless.

Using real-world abilities there would be like using a nuclear bomb to attack the equation "one plus one equals two"—it might kill a large number of demons, but it wouldn't solve the problem of the evil god.

Because it's like trying to eliminate war and glory, conspiracy and wisdom, physical desires and greed from the conceptual level; it would be more reliable to simply eliminate humanity directly in the material universe.

Over all these years, the evil gods have never been able to destroy each other.

When faced with major conflicts, they are nothing more than a series of great games.

Kree's high-profile entry into the Warp will likely lead to a beating from the four gods. While he cannot be destroyed, he may lose some of his powers. Even Tzeentch at his peak chose to relinquish his scepter in the face of such overwhelming military might.

Of course, that could also be part of His plan.

But then, under the "watchful eye" of the old man, something unbelievable happened.

With the spread of Krina's power from who-knows-where, the warp space actually seemed to have "changed hands".

The chaotic and abstract concepts began to be eroded little by little into an orderly existence, and even some of the already corrupted demons were transformed into something else after being tainted by that power.

What exactly is this? It's like transforming the entire world into the image in your mind.

Or rather, it's about encompassing one's inner self with the entire universe.

Even those indescribable extraterrestrial beings from outside the Milky Way were transformed into forms that humans could understand after being dyed.

And then there was the endless war of gods.

The two-headed bird, returning from the Fountain of Eternity, brandished its staff. The Blood God himself led 88 Crimson Angels into battle, while the Dark Prince, churning his twisted tongue, led his dancers in an attempt to disembowel the creature.

Destroying the material system in isolation is indeed ineffective here, because the most fundamental aspect of subspace is that there are no constant rules here.

Here, it wouldn't be surprising if Tzeentch could create millions of universes with a wave of his hand, because there's no need for energy conservation, no need for mass or size, no concept of size, and subspace has no real size difference, so there's no concept of containment or inability to contain.

But at this moment, the demon army, which could fill the entire galaxy, was constantly wielding weapons, or weapons as they perceived them to be.

Because this is a battle of principles and laws, and only this kind of battle can permanently change the subspace.

They are resisting the outflowing tyranny with their own erosion, preventing the warp from becoming the throne of God.

The intensity of the battle was indescribable. Attacks that could easily crush planets left barely any marks on Khorne's armor, but even though the Blood God's armor was completely shattered, he still radiated boundless fighting spirit.

Some might think that Khorne would particularly admire the Kree, but the Blood God only has a certain respect for the strength of his opponents. Although the Blood God himself is a supernatural creation, for Him, only a valiant charge and hand-to-hand combat can unleash the boundless rage within Him.

The Blood God scoffs at all ranged area-of-effect attacks and supernatural spells.

His current reaction to Kree's attempts to change Him is far more intense than when He left the Scarlet Fortress and was sealed by Tzeentch's alter ego, who then threw Nurgle's spirit onto His throne.

And as the true god who led the charge, He was the first to arrive before the being that was constantly releasing black will, wanting to take the entire subspace universe into His own hands.

The Blood God swung his massive skull-cleaving axe, powerful enough to cleave reality in the subspace, and clashed with the jet-black twin blades.

Crimson bloodstains spread from the spiritual realm, and in an instant, reality also cracked open with a blood-flowing wound. The entire subspace universe seemed to be split in two by this slash, burning with a vast blood-red light as big as a world.

However, His enemy, the man wielding twin swords, seemed completely unaffected by the attack. The black giant sword pierced through the Blood God's body in an instant, but it could not penetrate the Blood God's will.

……

No one knows how long the war of the gods lasted, whether it started from the Big Bang and continued into the endless future, or whether the gods were defeated the moment Kree raised his weapon, thus ending the war.

Fate is rewritten time and time again by the weavers of fate, and even the corrupted beings of the warp may revert to their original form in the next moment.

The plague, powerful enough to distort the rules of existence, and the corrosive liquid splashing everywhere, leave no one knowing where the front or the back is, or whether the target of the strike is the opponent's past or future.

When the victor appeared, the chaotic colors of the warp had been unified, and it was as if there had never been a battle between the five color gods, only the black god of death sitting in the center of the warp on his eternal throne.

Ps:

The combat power in the warp is very abstract, but it is actually a reality in Warhammer.

Sometimes reality can be a cruel joke on mortals. For example, an Astartes warrior might spend half a year thinking, only to be ambushed and defeated in another story.

The Blood God was once ambushed by a now half-dead great demon, whose armor was torn open with the description of "splitting a planet in two".

But this is actually very strange, because the combat power shown should be more than that. Based on those descriptions of the Blood God, if you write that a blow that split the universe left a white mark, everyone would think that's normal.

Especially Tzeentch's performance was incredibly absurd, with endless chaotic rules and a distorted world. He sat high in the sky, having already arranged the fate of every planet on earth, including Carlos. He didn't exist in the "present" but only in the past and future.