After tossing the Master Ball, blue mist poured out and formed the Fateweaver—Kairos.
He immediately tried to wave his staff and rip reality, attempting to escape into the warp.
But Datch, with a mere thought, froze him in place.
"You're my Servant now—dream on if you think you're leaving."
"Behave like a Servant and let me squeeze out all your worth."
Datch pointed at the listless Changeling. "What's up with this guy? Looks half-dead."
Kairos finally noticed his pitiful colleague and felt a pang of sympathy.
He never expected that this notorious troublemaker—who'd tricked even the other three Chaos Gods—would also be caught.
Just who the hell is this human?!
The Changeling, though not a Lord of Change, had a unique power:
No matter how powerful the being, if they couldn't see through the Changeling's schemes, they couldn't catch it—
fate itself would help it escape.
That's why the Changeling could toy with Khorne and the other gods and still survive.
Facing Datch's question, one of Kairos's heads unconsciously lifted, trying to maintain some dignity.
"Despicable mortal, you'll get nothing from me."
Datch smirked, pulled out a super shotgun in one hand and another Pokéball in the other, summoning a captured daemon.
Bang!
As soon as the daemon appeared, Datch fired without hesitation—
the blast echoing loudly.
The poor daemon didn't even know what happened before it was blown apart.
Strangely, its corpse didn't dissipate into warp energy like a normal daemon.
Instead, a sulfurous, charred corpse remained.
Kairos's eyes bulged in shock.
This completely violated his understanding of daemon nature.
Daemons are warp-born entities of concepts and emotion—destroyed in realspace, only their temporary bodies perish; their essence returns to the warp to reform.
The only exception is the accursed one atop the Golden Throne—
his power can annihilate daemons utterly.
But this human had no trace of that curse.
Datch calmly turned the still-smoking barrel toward Kairos, "Sorry, didn't catch that—care to repeat?"
The air froze for a second.
Kairos's twin bird heads stiffened, then managed a fawning, almost ingratiating smile.
"Honored master, it would be my utmost honor to serve you and answer all your questions anytime."
"That's more like it!" Datch nodded, lowering the gun and pointing at the Changeling. "So what's up with it?"
"Lack of necessary warp energy, master," Kairos answered with the professionalism of a customer service rep. "We come from the warp, but after being captured by your miraculous item, our direct connection to the warp is severed."
"If we don't get warp energy for long, we'll grow weak, unstable, and may even... dissipate."
"Huh?" Datch frowned. "Aren't you daemons? You need to be fed regularly?"
"Well... uh..." Kairos's head chose his words carefully. "Before being captured, we had an eternal link to the warp—our power was endless."
"But now... circumstances are special. To maintain our current forms and strength, we need active warp energy replenishment."
Kairos pointed at the slain cultists. "If you want faster results, you can feed us the souls of the dead, or the bodies of dead daemons."
"What a hassle." Datch muttered, looking at the daemon corpse. "Well? Go eat it. And don't waste the cultists' souls, either."
As soon as he finished, the Changeling pounced on the dead daemon and cultists, feasting.
Their bodies and souls turned to streams of light, entering the Changeling.
Its dull blue hue brightened, visibly recovering its cunning fullness.
"Now that's more like it." Datch nodded in satisfaction. "Here's your first mission: disable the Blackstone Fortress's main guns."
"Fail, or try to trick me, and I'll take you apart and feed you to the others."
The Changeling froze at this,
wanted to resist, but after remembering Datch's earlier brutality, surrendered.
In principle, he'd never obey a mortal, but principle meant nothing here.
Live to fight another day, after all.
With a pop, the Changeling turned into a cultist and went off to sabotage.
Just as he left, enemy footsteps echoed at the end of the corridor.
The Red Corsairs, who heard of the intruder from frightened slaves, immediately sent troops to suppress the threat.
"Get to work. Kill them all," Datch ordered Kairos.
Servants exist to be exploited.
Kairos was reluctant, but under Datch's threat, he obeyed.
The Fateweaver unleashed powerful spells, destroying the Red Corsairs.
Their advance was smooth, cutting down many enemies, but inevitably drew the attention of the fortress's commander—Apostate Vayne Garl.
The Apostate had once been a Blood Angels successor—a Crimson Angel—driven by ambition.
He dreamed of replacing Huron Blackheart as Red Corsair leader.
He'd agreed to Kairos's plan to capture the Primarch and hold him in the fortress, hoping to use the prize to seize power.
But things went sideways—the Primarch arrived with a whole fleet, launching a relentless assault!
His supposed ally Kairos was now killing his men and sabotaging his fortress.
Vayne Garl felt utterly betrayed by the Tzeentchian daemons—
He thought he'd set a trap for the Primarch, but he himself was the real mark.
"A boss is here—go get him,"
Datch ordered Kairos to fight Vayne Garl.
Suddenly, a deafening roar erupted, and the massive Blackstone Fortress shook violently, as if struck by something huge.
"Khorne's minions are here—more ships than us!"
Guilliman, having just finished boarding, shouted over comms so Datch would know what was happening.
Outside, a huge Khorne Daemon army had crashed into the battle,
with their leader Skarbrand descending like a blood-red comet, smashing into the fortress with a thunderous impact.
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Bonus chapter at 300 PS