As the Lord of Change spoke, the Warp inverted, and Tzeentch used his divine power to bring the golden sun deep into the Warp.
When the world returned from its distortion, the surrounding landscape had changed dramatically, and several powerful wills arrived at the junction of the Four Gods' domains.
The Four Chaos Gods and that near-divine entity descended upon the border of the Four Gods' domains, a place that was once the most desolate but had now been transformed.
Khorne had built a war fortress there, with molten lava flowing down the towering walls of the Brass Fortress.
Various war machines moved through the smoke of battle, and Khorne's Greater Daemons trained their daemon armies, ready to prove the War God's might through war at any moment.
Opposite the war fortress was another dreamlike structure, a fully transparent labyrinth that twisted spatial perception, making it impossible for entrants to distinguish distance or direction.
The Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Years chanted ancient incantations, and mysterious whispers echoed softly through the labyrinth.
Incredible magic flowed, and the labyrinth, seemingly fragile, was in fact a fortress built of invisible walls.
Slaanesh's territory was filled with a pink haze, and decadent music rose and fell.
Thorned spires stood tall, where torment and pleasure coexisted on their tips, and in the beautiful, twisted palaces, Slaanesh's dancing girls moved with light steps, offering an endless dance to the Dark Prince.
In Nurgle's Garden, laughter and joy filled the air with peace and harmony; twisted tree trunks pulsed, and decaying grass sang.
Maggots and pathogens lurked in the swamps, while Nurgle's Daemons chased and played, carefree and full of mirth.
The bloated Great Unclean One, with a distended belly and a putrid, decaying slit in his abdomen, shook off dead flies with every hearty laugh.
The armies of the Four Gods stood in formation, eyeing each other warily; the air was thick with tension, and a single reason was all that was needed for a chaotic battle of the gods to erupt.
This place was already unrecognizable; time was warped here, and space was twisted by the invisible clash of the Four Gods' divine powers.
Blood rain, symbolic of Khorne, fell from the sky; Tzeentch's magical winds permeated the air; Slaanesh's power drifted as a sticky mist; and the ground was Nurgle's muddy, impassable swamp.
Between the Four Gods' evil power, a brass tower stood tall, reaching eight hundred eighty-eight meters.
The tower's body was covered with countless joyous or painful limbs, and it was entirely entwined with ghastly green, vibrant branches.
The spire was a brass-cast symbol of the Eight-Pointed Star of Chaos, within which burned blue psychic flames, and a red soul floated and sank in the fire.
A tower forged by the Four Gods together, used to house that mysterious soul—Augusts.
As years passed, the red soul of Augusts absorbed the power of the Warp, its essence growing, far surpassing the Greater Daemons of the Four Gods, reaching the "Demigod" level.
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The golden sun said nothing, only looking at the soul on the high tower with some surprise; how could the soul of Augusts, a Demigod, make the Four Gods unite?
How many things were there that he did not know?
He did not delve into it, for he had no time to negotiate with the Gods; humanity awaited his salvation in suffering.
"I agree."
He sighed softly, pressing his soul's mark onto the parchment scroll, leaving behind a piece of his essence.
"Hahahahahahaha…" The transaction complete, the Four Gods roared with laughter as they left the frontier, their unrestrained laughter echoing through the Warp.
The golden sun waited in place; the Four Gods would deliver the items from the transaction to him.
Turbulent waves rose in the Warp; the Four Gods used their supreme power, jointly exercising their authority in the Warp.
Wherever their will passed, the Sea of Souls exploded; they were searching for the "Demigods" hiding in the Warp.
Demigods. Each Demigod was a unique existence in the Warp, like the Four Gods, a certain extreme concretization of the Warp.
They existed independently of the Four Gods' system, wielding secondary authorities below the Four Gods. They possessed the power of divine authority, yet were subordinate to the omniscient and omnipotent Four Gods.
They usually hid deep within the Warp, avoiding being eliminated by the Four Gods to ensure their rule remained unshaken.
The power of the Four Gods swept through the Warp, like a snake catcher beating the grass in the mortal realm, startling out the hidden prey.
The Warp churned, and the power of the Four Gods was like a basin of cold water poured into a pot of boiling oil.
The secondary gods hiding within were forced to appear, turning to flee deeper into the Warp; this action played right into the Four Gods' hands.
Although secondary gods were gods, they were still too weak in the face of the Four Gods; they could not directly confront the Four Gods' might, and their appearance signaled their impending demise.
Khorne, clad in brass armor, gazed into the void from his throne.
The dog-headed War God struck with a single blow, shattering the essence of a Demigod, effortlessly erasing its consciousness and leaving behind a pure soul.
A Demigod's soul was a trembling flame, containing the Demigod's authority, what is understood by ordinary people as a "divine spark."
A magical wind blew, and Tzeentch sat suspended in the void. His hands moved in unison, working in tandem, magical power flickering at his withered fingertips.
His fingers brushed through the void, stirring up ethereal blue magical flames that ignited the entire Warp, refining the Demigod's will.
Slaanesh twisted his waist, his steps alluring as he slowly rose from his perfumed bed, elegantly walking out of his lavish palace.
His perfectly flawless body swayed gently; he held a snake-shaped rapier and with a casual strike, pierced the Warp, elegantly flicking his sword, and a Demigod's divine spark slid from the tip of his blade into his hand.
Nurgle squatted deep in his garden, his small eyes narrowed as he sought out a suitable target, then took a large ladle from his cauldron and gently scooped into the depths of the Warp.
The Demigod screamed in terror in his ladle, was stuffed into the large pot, and when retrieved from the pot again, was already a pure divine spark.
The might of the Four Gods swept through the Warp; large numbers of secondary gods fell, and more gods fled deep into the Warp, escaping the fate of being slain by the Four Gods.
"Enough, the transaction requires twenty; any more would affect the stability of the Sea of Souls."
Five divine sparks floated in Tzeentch's palm as he spoke, stopping Khorne, who was about to unleash widespread slaughter.
The existence of Demigods was also an indispensable part of the Warp.
If the Warp were likened to an ocean, the existence of the Four Gods was like unquestionable, unshakeable continents, holding absolute sway over the Warp.
And Demigods were extensions of the Warp, constantly probing new boundaries like waves.
The existence of the inherent and the nascent was vastly different.
The Four Gods guarded their territories, being eternal existences. Demigods represented new life, but were also prone to early demise.
Too many Demigods disappearing from the Warp would cause extreme emotions with hosts to lose their anchors, disrupting the chaotic order of the Warp.
The Warp's existence was inherently the most chaotic place; the Four Gods, as the strongest beings within it, by extremely guiding the Warp to further their own authority, paradoxically created an order—an extreme yet chaotic contradictory order unique to the Warp.
"Hmph. I am not yet satisfied." Khorne snorted coldly, returning to the Skull Throne, and casually tossed out five divine sparks.
Five flew in from a distance, then another five from a different direction.
A total of twenty pure divine sparks floated before Tzeentch; the Four Gods had each completed their required quota, and the remaining transaction would be handled by him.
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