Tzeentch's domain was a crystal labyrinth, with transparent planes polished like pebbles.
The passages within the labyrinth seemed to appear, dissolve, merge, split, and change direction randomly.
Those who gazed into the crystalline substance forming the labyrinth might see more reflections and refractions in the shimmering surfaces.
They caught glimpses of fear, pain, and hope, histories of dreams and nightmares, reality and fantasy, scenes of suffering, ecstasy, and despair.
Countless demons were hidden within this labyrinth.
Yang Tao, the Emperor, and the Ultima Iron Golem Titan descended into this chaotic spiritual domain in their physical forms.
"Looks like Tzeentch's Labyrinth, but if I were Tzeentch, I wouldn't build any crystal labyrinth at all; I'd just secretly connect the main gate to the domains of the other three guys…"
The Emperor glanced at Yang Tao; he didn't know much about the Chaos Gods either, but hearing Yang Tao directly call out the God's name without any reaction from the other side, he suddenly felt more confident about this journey into Chaos.
However, he still needed to remind him:
"What you say will come true in a God's domain. We might very likely be teleported to other domains later."
"No."
A figure flew out from the Crystal Labyrinth. This was a green-skinned man in an ancient gray suit, his face a complete blank.
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Seeing this value, Yang Tao guessed the other party's identity. Before he could speak, the other party spoke first:
"Welcome, Karl Franz and unknown existence."
The Emperor narrowed his eyes, staring at the figure before him. The familiar psychic fluctuations allowed him to recognize the other party's identity, but…
"You, a Chaos Incarnation, how could you have been defeated like this?"
A Chaos Incarnation, it was clear that the entity the Emperor referred to was Tzeentch. Just like His name, He had no specific form.
Tzeentch, also known as the Great Conspirator the Lord of Change, the Weaver of Fates… and another nine thousand nine hundred and thirty-three names.
Each time He appeared, He took a different form.
Hearing the Emperor's words, Tzeentch calmly said, "I am the Lord of Change, but now the universe has no change."
He looked at Yang Tao and the Iron Golem standing beside him.
"No matter how I plan, the outcome of this universe is destined. Now, death is my ultimate destination, but I wanted to see the existence that caused all of this."
"Now I have seen…"
With that, Tzeentch's entire body gradually transformed into primal Warp energy, and the entire Tzeentch domain began to collapse.
Yang Tao somewhat understood what Tzeentch meant. His fundamental rule was change, whether good or bad, whether learning and progressing or eating; any change was change.
But because of his appearance, the future became singular, which was the biggest blow to Tzeentch.
Change and singularity are irreconcilable.
However, hearing Tzeentch's words, He resisted, but did not succeed.
He turned to look at the Emperor beside him, asking in disbelief, "Is Tzeentch resolved just like that? If I leave this universe, will He…?"
As this thought arose, Tzeentch's vanished figure reappeared.
Tzeentch: "…"
Yang Tao: "…"
"You should disappear. I will not leave this Warp to you."
"You had best not change your mind again. I really don't want to see you again…"
Tzeentch's figure once again transformed into energy and vanished before Yang Tao and the Emperor.
"Hey, no, what do you mean, you guy?"
Yang Tao now really wanted to pull Tzeentch out and beat him up, but no matter how he thought, Tzeentch's figure did not appear.
The disappearance of Tzeentch, one of the Four Chaos Gods, caused a series of chain reactions. All of Tzeentch's minions dissipated along with Tzeentch, turning into primal Warp energy.
Even in the material world, Tzeentch's followers hidden among humans lost their souls at this moment, or rather, their souls had always been in Tzeentch's domain.
Due to the dissipation of Tzeentch's domain, an energy tide appeared. This power was incredibly surging and powerful, and some primal demons were directly annihilated by the immense energy.
Seeing this, the Emperor created a psychic shield that enveloped himself and Yang Tao beside him.
"Wait…"
Yang Tao quickly pulled out the Olive Matter Power Flower (MK11) from his backpack and placed it directly in the void.
With an efficiency of 12582C/s, it was as if a black hole had appeared around the Olive Matter Power Flower, and the fluctuations of the energy tide were directly captured like a poor little thing.
The Emperor narrowed his eyes at this, it was the first time He had seen the effect of the energy collector.
This pure and domineering way of plundering energy was simply unbelievable.
Yang Tao's energy value instantly soared. Energy from other parts of the Warp continuously poured into the location of the Olive Matter Power Flower.
For the entire Warp, an MK11 energy collector could be said to be insignificant, but for this small area, it was simply a catastrophe.
Especially for those Warp demons who lived on energy, these guys were just energy masses with a bit of intelligence in the eyes of the energy collector, not normal life at all.
The energy collector would drain the demons' energy, leaving only enough to sustain their consciousness.
"How many of these do you have?"
"As many as you want, I have."
With that, he took out another energy collector of the same level and placed it down. This time, the absorption efficiency directly doubled, and the surrounding Warp demons howled and fled the area.
The Emperor, having received the answer, fell silent. His golden eyes flickered twice and said nothing more.
The Warp is the spiritual projection of the material world; everything here exists based on the material world.
The two complement each other.
"Let's go to the next place…"
The domains of the Four Chaos Gods are connected; of course, this connection is not a physical connection, but a conceptual one.
The figures of the two and Iron Golem disappeared from their original spot.
When they reappeared, they arrived in a nauseating world.
Through the scattered, ethereal mist, Yang Tao saw the Nurgle Garden hidden within.
This was a living swamp composed of black constellations and dying worlds.
It was a decaying galaxy formed by countless massive and distorted nebulae, with cosmic maggots gnawing at infinite foundations.
Galactic plagues devoured all flesh, turning everything into deformed remains in endless hunger.
This was a dark mirror of the corrupted Winds of Life, where all glory had vanished, all hope was shattered, and thunderous screams echoed in the void.
Countless wails of pain and despair resounded, forever weeping for something that would never come.
From the swamp crawled a tumor-like, infinitely bloated body.
It was formless and shapeless, yet myriad in its forms: fat and thin, like a wisp of smoke, like a puddle of oil, constantly spreading upwards.
The smoke had round eyes, like dead, cold suns, and its gaping mouth was as wide as the horizon.
'Grandfather' Nurgle.
He is the God of filth, waste, and all diseases, presiding over despair, stagnation, death, decay, and entropy—symbolizing the end of all things in the material realm.
Nurgle can, to some extent, be seen as the God of all things.
Because no matter how eternal something seems, everything will eventually wither and decay.
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