Chapter 502: Cruelly Whipped by Reality: Tzeentch

Airebas believed he had already won.

Lu Se swung the Caliban Greatsword and clashed with Yebida Xiong.

This second-in-command of the Dark Angels Chapter claimed he had fully comprehended the secrets of Chaos, mastered its power, and was no longer controlled by it.

Whether true or false, Lu Se had indeed drawn immense power from Chaos—nearly a cheapened version of Horus's four-god blessings, stronger than Abaddon, even capable of matching Lian, one of the Primarchs' top tier; relying on Lian's mercy, he nearly killed him.

Wrapping himself in an endless torrent of Chaotic corruption, he vanished in a blink and appeared beside Yebida Xiong, the Caliban Greatsword tearing through the veil of reality, crashing down with a wave from the Warp toward Yebida Xiong's head.

Then the famed blade, Lightning Wan, carved an incomprehensible arc and lightly blocked Lu Se's strike.

Lu Se was startled, but the famed blade, Lightning Wan, exhausted its power after blocking Lu Se's assault and Bila's consecutive strikes; it flickered a few times and went dark.

Lu Se seized this fleeting moment, recharging his strength to swing again.

But he saw Yebida Xiong pull out another famed blade, Lightning Wan —fully charged—in an instant, and Lu Se also spotted the countless other famed blades, Lightning Wan, hidden beneath Yebida Xiong's clothing.

Lu Se's expression twitched.

But Airebas didn't care; as long as Lu Se could hold off Yebida Xiong and let him open the door to the bridge, completing the game was enough.

Then Airebas would perform a secret rite to summon the Ouroboros, combine it with the Tuchucha Engine inside the Jushi and the Plague Heart aboard Lu Se's ship—the three divine artifacts—to open a rift to the past and send the Holy Doraemon back in time to ascend as a god.

With this thought, Airebas no longer hesitated—he lunged toward the door.

On the Light Lord, Zhou Yun watched through Yebida Xiong's eyes.

The divination device in his hand had just completed a reading, confirming that Airebas could not open this door or complete the game during this charge.

This was because Airebas had been affected by one of Zhou Yun's items.

【Item Name: Retribution Elixir】

【Origin: 22nd Century Earth—Future Department Store】

【Production Date: 261. 3】

【Function: Once consumed by a wronged person, the elixir curses their enemy with the affliction of Misfortune God, ensuring constant bad luck; the stronger the resentment, the more potent the misfortune.】

In Zhou Yun's vision, two cold, pitch-black mists clung to Airebas's body; within the mists, two figures brimming with hatred stared out, continuously pressing crushing misfortune upon Airebas.

Both Kain and the demon Lao Mu possessing him had drunk this item; their accumulated ten-thousand-year hatred had crystallized into two powerful Misfortune Gods, strong enough to twist fate and burden Airebas with overwhelming misfortune.

At this very moment, when Airebas's plan was on the verge of success and everything seemed to be going smoothly, the two Misfortune Gods had not weakened—they had grown stronger, gripping Airebas's fate tightly, letting misfortune accumulate on him until it reached its final, explosive threshold.

Zhou Yun still wasn't satisfied; he pulled out the Celestial Punishment Whip from his robe.

This item delivered punishment to those who committed sins—prepared by Zhou Yun specifically to deal with Airebas.

"Airebas's sins: Corrupted Horus, burned the galaxy, killed Angertai, corrupted Kain, aided Luojia in becoming a god, fell into false faith, betrayed Lokken, closed the chain of cause and effect."

"Punishment: His crimes are too numerous to record; he deserves the hatred of heaven and earth."

As Zhou Yun whipped the lash, thousands of pages detailing Airebas's crimes flashed before his eyes—this was merely the table of contents.

Then reality trembled, roared.

Reality itself expressed extreme revulsion toward Airebas; fate began to twist, plunging everything into a rapid, irreversible decline against him.

In the Warp, Tzeentch still struggled to beat down fate, trying to dispel the misfortune clinging to Airebas.

But no matter how hard he strained, he could not budge even a single thread of Airebas's misfortune.

At that moment, Tzeentch suddenly sensed the material dimension's will—long suppressed by the Warp—begin to struggle.

Even fate, pinned beneath his palm, shuddered violently.

A fierce backlash surged from reality and fate.

Tzeentch screamed, caught off-guard, and was blasted backward by the shock.

Fate, woven into a thick cord by the will of reality, lashed out like a whip, striking Tzeentch's bird-like face.

CRACK!!!!

A whip crack filled with fury struck Tzeentch's head.

The fury of reality and fate surged directly into Tzeentch's will.

You destroy reality!! You toy with fate!!

You aid Airebas!!

In the instant fate was whipped, Tzeentch saw the direction fate flowed.

The Plague Heart, the Tuchucha Engine, and the Ouroboros—three divine artifacts forged by the Ancients—were inherently endowed with a desire to reunite, instinctively yearning to merge.

The Ouroboros *is* Caliban itself; every rock, every thought, every idea on Caliban is part of the Ouroboros.

The Jushi Fortress is the largest concrete, material fragment of the Ouroboros, drawn by its instinct to reunite.

And the greatest spiritual fragment of the Ouroboros—or rather, the vessel of Caliban's spirit, belief, and thought—was drawn by that same instinct to this star system and descended before Airebas. Isn't that logical?

Isn't that logical?!!

I ask you!! Isn't that logical?!!

The furious questions of reality and fate slammed into Tzeentch; fate coiled into an even tougher cord, ready to lash out again.

In the Garden of Nurgle, Mortarion smiled at the numbers of fate before him, giving a slight nod to the Father.

Numerology, this rigorous science, had once again proven its truth.

The Father, already prepared, grinned; Nurgle's legions marched from the borders of his realm and joined forces with the equally prepared Slaaneshi horde, advancing toward Tzeentch's domain.

Tzeentch had never fully restored his influence over reality; now, with reality and fate retaliating and Nurgle and Slaanesh invading, he was overwhelmed with rage, swinging his powerful arms to summon boundless change, erecting a barrier between reality and the Crystal Labyrinth, cutting off reality's interference with the Labyrinth—and his own influence over fate and reality.

Then Tzeentch abandoned Airebas entirely, rushing to defend against Nurgle and Slaanesh's invasion.

In reality, aboard the Blessed Lady,

Airebas beamed with joy—he was close to the door leading to the bridge.

But suddenly, the air turned icy; invisible mist drifted from the void, and a faint trickle of stream echoed beside Airebas's ears.

Lu Se, locked in battle with Yebida Xiong, froze, then sharply turned his head toward the source of the mist.

Inside the Jushi Fortress, Ezekiel, who had been assisting Azriel in commanding the fleet's bombardment of the Fallen Angels, suddenly looked up.

He sensed a strange yet familiar presence.

Strange, because he had never encountered this presence before.

Familiar, because his bloodline rejoiced at its arrival.

"How could this be…" Ezekiel blurted in shock, then surged with indescribable joy.

He has returned.

Airebas stood frozen, staring in disbelief at the massive rock blocking his path.

Upon the rock, a King of the Woods, clad in black power armor, cradling a winged helmet, his white hair threaded with golden strands, slept with closed eyes.

(End of Chapter)