Chapter 522: Mortarion: Great Misfortune!!!

The brass greatsword descended from the highest heavens, piercing the veil of reality and slashing into the galaxy.

In an instant, reality collapsed and shattered; a flood of blood-tinged warp currents spilled forth from behind the galaxy. Within a blink, thousands of light-years of deep space were cleaved open by the brass greatsword—dozens of star systems were obliterated, and those stars not directly on the blade's path were still tainted by the Blood God's power, beginning to emit lethal crimson radiation across their entire star systems.

Instantly, a scar of crimson appeared on the star map.

Yet the star system targeted by the Blood God remained untouched—it vanished without explanation beneath the Blood God's blade, gone without a trace.

The Blood God first stared in confusion, then shock, then fury.

He vaguely sensed where that star system had gone—he sensed that Angron, Kharn, Zhou Yun, and the entire star system of Astartes had all been taken.

The Blood God lifted his head, his gaze piercing through layers of void, landing on the heart of the Human Empire, on the Solar System, on Terra, on the Imperial Palace.

The Blood God felt it: in that single instant, the entire star system had been transferred into the depths of the Imperial Palace on Terra.

Though he did not understand how it was done, it was clear who had deceived him—who was the mastermind behind it all.

Especially when he recalled Zhou Yun's words spoken just before the star system vanished, and Zhou Yun's sorrowful, apologetic gaze—the Blood God's rage erupted.

"EMPEROR!!!"

"CURSED ONE!!!"

"LIAR!!!!!"

The Blood God stood atop the Brass Throne, his gaze locking onto the black sun suspended in the Warp and the Golden Throne deep within the Imperial Palace, locking onto that decayed corpse.

Khorne raised his brass greatsword high, assuming a throwing stance upon the Brass Throne, directly aiming at the Golden Throne deep within the Imperial Palace.

But the corpse seated upon the Golden Throne made no move; its hollow eyes seemed to watch Khorne with morbid amusement.

"Do you think I won't?!"

"Are you questioning my courage?!"

The Blood God roared in fury.

In the Garden of Nurgle, Mortarion, who had been fiddling with dice and calculating the flow of fate, suddenly froze.

The snail shell slipped from his pale fingers, shattering on the table.

The three twenty-sided dice did not spin or roll—they stood perfectly upright on the table, all showing thirteen.

Then, the three dice exploded with a crash, bursting into shards scattered across the table.

Mortarion stared in horror at the shards; his supermind swiftly calculated that there were one hundred and sixty-nine fragments on the table.

"Thirteen."

"Dark King."

"Great Misfortune!!!"

Mortarion growled low.

After Mortarion, the second to sense something was amiss was Tzeentch, who was currently repelling Nurgle and Slaanesh's invasions.

Tzeentch sensed fate darkening bit by bit, flowing irreversibly toward utter destruction.

The Lord of Change shrieked, abandoning his defense against Nurgle and Slaanesh, and projected his power directly into Khorne's domain.

"KHORNE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!" The Lord of Change screeched; fate no longer resisted Tzeentch's manipulation but instead cooperated, weaving strands of crystal-like threads that entangled Khorne, blocking his reckless act.

At the same time, Nurgle and Slaanesh also sensed Khorne's intent—they immediately abandoned their invasion of Tzeentch's domain and extended their power into Khorne's realm.

"Calm down, calm down—what could possibly warrant such hatred and rage?" The Father of Plagues, cradling his bloated belly, gazed into Khorne's domain. As his gentle words echoed, the demons within Khorne's realm grew calmer, their skin erupting in pustules.

Compared to the Father's gentleness, Slaanesh was far more direct.

"F*** this red-skinned madman!! What were you doing ten thousand years ago?! Just beating the hell out of me, right?!"

"You finally realized he's turned into a toilet stuffed with shit and you're gonna blow him up?!"

Slaanesh's piercing shriek was a lethal demonic sound—countless Khorne demons screamed as their very existence was torn apart by the sound.

Beyond the Four Gods, lesser entities within the Warp also turned their gaze.

The shadow among the lesser entities was the first to sense danger, emitting a threatening hiss.

Vash'tor emerged from the Soul Furnace, presenting the pact they had once signed—Khorne's current act violated the pact.

Grommash appeared amid the green tide, briefly halting their endless brawl, for the Red Dog Head intended to leave them no one left to fight.

Sighic also cast a gaze from within the Black Library, advising Khorne with a mocking, cunning tone not to act rashly.

The figure of Tivah also surfaced in a remote corner of the Warp, arguing with the Doctrine of Supreme Good that Khorne's act was wrong.

Even reality itself relaxed its resistance against the Warp elsewhere, focusing instead on reinforcing the reality surrounding Terra.

Khorne cursed in furious hatred, slamming his brass greatsword back beside the throne—immediately, the entire Warp trembled; blood-red copies of Khorne appeared on the bodies of the other three gods, and cracks formed upon their domains.

But they did not care—so long as Khorne's reckless act was blocked, these wounds were trivial. They swiftly retreated to their own domains, repairing the damage.

Khorne's gaze swept over the lesser entities who had just appeared.

The shadow hummed, but Khorne's gaze could not pierce its veil—he could not find a target to strike.

Vash'tor held the pact—he was still Khorne's ally; Khorne would not strike him.

Grommash returned to the green tide, resuming his endless brawl—no need for Khorne to lift a finger.

Sighic hid within the Black Library; Khorne could not pull him out—no way to act.

Finally, Khorne's gaze settled on Tivah.

Tivah, who had been arguing that Khorne's act violated the Doctrine of Supreme Good, let out a terrified scream—suddenly, jagged crimson scars erupted across her body.

She fled in terror into the Warp's currents, vanishing without a trace.

The corpse upon the throne smirked, then turned its gaze forward.

A tiny star system, roughly one meter wide, floated before the Golden Throne—within it rested the starships Lightlord, Blessed Lady, Conqueror, and the Megalith.

As if the star system chosen by Khorne as his target had been shrunk and placed before the Golden Throne.

"What do you mean 'forced by the Emperor, no choice'? Weren't most of these your own schemes?"

The Emperor's voice echoed through psychic energy into Zhou Yun's ears.

Zhou Yun, aboard the Blessed Lady, pulled out a Door of Anywhere with one hand and smiled.

"Your credit score's already bottomed out."

"I'm different—my credit's far more valuable than yours."

(End of Chapter)