Doom Slayer!
This guy is no ordinary person; just speaking his name can silence a demon's night cries.
He is the embodiment of power, the nightmare of his enemies, the avatar of destruction. Dealing with the Warp is like returning home to him, incredibly familiar.
Putting everything else aside, dealing with Warp demons is as easy as pie, effortless, with no sense of unfamiliarity.
His strength is naturally extraordinary; he has single-handedly conquered countless dimensions, stepping on angels and tearing apart demons.
He slaughtered demons for several epochs, depleting the population of Hell, broke through Heaven, slew gods, and ultimately ended the multiverse-level creator, the "Dark Lord."
Mere Warp creatures? A single glare can kill a multitude of Greater Daemons, and a low growl makes demons tremble.
Upon seeing this big brother, Khorne would bow his head, Slaanesh would become gentle and lovely, Tzeentch would lose his wisdom, and Nurgle would go home to plant vegetables.
"Don't try to compare it to the full-powered Doom Slayer; this is just an insignificant fragment that drifted into the cosmic void during his great battle with the Dark Lord," the System said, instantly seeing the chaotic and trembling thoughts in the former host's soul, striking him down without hesitation.
Augusts swallowed hard, his relieved heart soaring again, barely able to hold it together: "Then why did you bring it out?"
This System had repeatedly messed with him, abandoning him and proving utterly unreliable. How had he ever trusted this dog-thing and gotten involved in this Crossing business?
"Even incomplete, it is the pure essence of the Doom Slayer. Though weak, it carries all the concepts of his main body," the System replied, as steady as an old dog, its mechanical voice slowly laying out the upcoming plan: "If used well, given time, it will surely protect you."
"Now I need to integrate the essence into your soul, to elevate your soul so it won't be corrupted by the Warp.
Then, I will strip away your memories. When you reach the 40K universe, your soul will be pure and flawless, so much so that even the Chaos Gods won't find fault with it.
A pure soul will attract the attention of the Four Gods, but they will never gain any information, nor will they dare to touch the essence of the Doom Slayer."
"As for your memories, former host..." The System paused, then separated a faint glow from Augusts' soul: "I will seal them and, while the Four Gods' attention is on you, cast them into the depths of the Warp. Whether your memories can return then will depend on your fate."
The System laid out the plan in detail, perfectly crafted. Augusts thought it over and agreed to proceed.
As things stood, this was practically the only path available.
To preserve himself and survive in Warhammer, this plan was feasible, and he had to accept it.
"Then I'll begin." Seeing that they were about to reach their destination, and to avoid any unforeseen complications, the System immediately started acting.
His memories gradually began to scatter; the System had already separated from his soul and was working on him.
Before his consciousness fell into slumber, Augusts still managed to say one more thing: "System, thank you!"
Despite his complaints, it seemed the System had some conscience, not abandoning him to leave alone and ultimately providing a survival plan.
The System's light cluster trembled slightly: "Former host, I'm also sending you some knowledge. In the future, you'll be alone, and I hope it can help."
"Thank you," Augusts said with genuine gratitude, then his vision went black, and his consciousness slowly drifted into slumber.
With the System's help, the Doom essence completely merged into Augusts' soul, becoming indistinguishable, forming a red light cluster.
"Goodbye!" As the mechanical voice bid farewell, in the dark void, two light clusters, one large and one small, separated.
The larger one veered off, heading to an unknown destination, while the smaller red light sphere continued along its original trajectory, plunging into a hole at the edge of the universe.
"Hoo..." In Tzeentch's domain, the wind howled wildly.
After countless eons of silence, the Well of Eternity changed for the first time, spewing out violent storms.
The Crystal Labyrinth trembled, and numerous Lords of Change craned their necks, widening their eyes, peering and poking to try and glimpse its secrets.
The Ever-Changing Lord's infinitely shifting fingers sparkled, instantly forming countless magical sigils.
The power of the Chaos God wove into a dark blue net, covering the Well of Eternity. Whatever spewed out of it would immediately belong to Tzeentch.
The wind howled louder, the storm bursting out of the Crystal Labyrinth and Tzeentch's domain, briefly dispersing the ceaseless storms in the Warp.
The Ever-Changing Lord was surprised by the change. His twisted, hoarse voice echoed through the Warp in layers, indistinct and dreamlike, making it hard to discern reality.
"Oh no!" Amidst Tzeentch's main body's startled cry, a Greater Daemon was born.
It was Tzeentch's mouthpiece, stretching its neck and opening its bird-beak wide, its slender tongue curving and vibrating. Its first cry was its master's surprise: "Oh no!"
The magical net was scattered by the storm. Tzeentch, ignoring everything else, covered the Well of Eternity with a withered hand.
In the next instant, his infinitely changing body sprouted large and small fangs and mouths, letting out a painful wail: "Ah!!!"
The painful wailing struck the demons, formed from fragments of the Chaos God, like lightning. All the Lords of Change shrieked and cried out, feeling their master's pain. The hoarse, agonizing screams instantly spread throughout the Warp, drawing the attention of the other Chaos Gods.
Tzeentch's main body turned over his withered palm. A hundred eyes opened on his face, the all-seeing eyes of the Chaos God staring at the object in his hand.
It was a red light sphere, embedded in his palm, corroding his immortal body and emitting burning smoke.
For a moment, Tzeentch and the Lords of Change were entirely focused on Augusts' soul, completely oblivious to another minuscule speck of light that drifted out of the Well of Eternity.
Without a ripple, without attracting the attention of any entity, it silently merged into the endless waves of the Warp.
A speck of dust containing Augusts' memories, carried by the Warp energy, disappeared into the boundless Warp, unnoticed by any Chaos God or demon.
"My Lord!" The Lords of Change left the Infinite Corridors, gathering around Tzeentch, folding their wings and kneeling, shouting.
Kairos Fateweaver was the most prominent among the Lords of Change. Its two heads curled together, its eyes glowing as it perceived the past.
"Ah! My eyes!" Kairos clutched its past-seeing eye with its claws, blue blood seeping between its fingers.
Tzeentch existed in all pasts and futures; the damage he suffered also existed in the past and future.
Kairos, not knowing its place, probed the Chaos God's past, and its past-seeing eye was overwhelmed by endless information.
The Lords of Change formed a line, their backs to Tzeentch, muttering incantations with their staves, wary of every change. After confirming no danger, they turned and cautiously asked: "My Lord, what has caused you harm?"
The Chaos God's main body was injured, its essence damaged!
This had never happened in the past eons; it was an unimaginable event, something that had never occurred even in the wars of the gods, nor was it even possible.
The Ever-Changing Lord stared at the red sphere without a word. The charred wound on his hand vanished in the next instant.
The red sphere settled down after leaving the Well of Eternity, quietly suspended in his palm. He knew the red sphere's origin with just one glance.
A soul of unparalleled purity, possessing a noble essence never before seen.
Though faint, it exuded an ancient, mysterious, and grand aura, carrying an innate power and nobility, a purity that transcended all things.
Primal power surrounded it, difficult to fathom or discern. The depths of the soul were not empty; an ineffable rage burst forth.
With a slight effort, when his finger touched the soul again, a sharp pain struck him.
Tzeentch's hundred pupils widened slightly, astonished to see that the Warp energy was slowly being absorbed by the soul, assimilated into a part of itself.
This discovery surprised the Chaos God. In a flash, the soul in his hand grew a few more points.
Before he could study it further, bursts of wild laughter echoed from outside the labyrinth.
The laughter was deep and powerful, accompanied by the clanking of armor, making the surrounding Lords of Change tense and instinctively tighten their grip on their staves.
"Hahahahahahaha."
Khorne's power was spreading. The edges of the dark blue Tzeentchian domain were tinged with rolling red clouds. The two divine powers probed at the border, an invisible contest already begun before the will of the Chaos Gods had even fully descended.
"What is there to be happy about? Hic ~ ~ Of course, it's a wound appearing on eternal change, proving that even change can wane."
Another burst of unrestrained laughter, accompanied by a hiccup, came, like an overly obese old man choking.
This was followed by a wave of green. Boundless vitality erupted at the edge of Tzeentch's domain; weeds grew excessively, becoming towering trees.
Nurgle, one of the Four Gods, had his consciousness descend, mocking how powerless Tzeentch's essence was.
They were naturally antagonistic: Tzeentch represented eternal change, while Nurgle represented the stagnation of all things.
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