Chapter 371: Ambitious, aren't you?!

"I am your fitness coach!"

"I am the God of Muscles!"

"Do you feel my muscle power?"

"As long as you stab into this Nine-Bird Acupuncture of mine, your muscle power can be fully enhanced."

"Don't be afraid, there are only slight side effects, you are still all-natural."

Tzeentch gritted his teeth and constantly input his power into Ma Genusi's body.

At the same time, he frantically rewrote "Tzeentch is the God of Muscles," "Tzeentch is Ma Genusi's coach," "Taking a little medicine from Teacher Tzeentch is fine," and "These are just some drugs with very light side effects" into Ma Genusi's mind.

Tzeentch also discovered some patterns. The bacteria parasitizing in the *Book of Ma Genusi* couldn't be completely cleared even by him, but those bacteria themselves preferred to eat more complex knowledge, and the lower the credibility, the lower the information density, and the less it could be called knowledge, the later the bacteria would eat it.

So Tzeentch stuffed this almost completely false knowledge—which even an Ogryn could barely understand, simple and stupid—into Ma Genusi's mind, temporarily stabilizing Ma Genusi's worldview and making the voids in Ma Genusi's brain fewer.

Only to see Ma Genusi let out a roar, and surging muscle power—oh no, psychic power—suddenly surged out.

Those psychic powers condensed into pale steam that seemed to be burning fiercely, wrapping around Ma Genusi's scarlet, hot muscles. His broken spine on his back also healed,

Nine scars appeared on Ma Genusi's body, extending threads on them, and also like infusion tubes connected to Tzeentch.

Tzeentch violently injected power into Ma Genusi's body, which raised Ma Genusi's momentum by another layer.

Those psychic powers surging from his muscles were like fists waving on Zhou Yun and Guilliman, almost forcing them back in an instant.

"Damn it, Blue-Gugu, you're playing dirty again. I'm scolding you right here!"

Zhou Yun, seeing this sudden scene, immediately understood what was happening; it was Tzeentch playing dirty and coming down to the field again.

But Zhou Yun wasn't panicked.

He had learned a fact from Sanguinius and the Grandfather:

The gods were the existences with the strongest will in their respective fields, and in the Warp, will was everything, so the gods were almost omnipotent existences in their respective fields, possessing infinite power.

But once they used too much will to interfere with reality and other fields, infinite will would become finite, and omnipotence would become non-omnipotence, and their fields would reveal flaws.

Other gods would then gnaw on them and plunder their fields.

Tzeentch was now wide open in the Warp, and Zhou Yun also had allies in the Warp.

Ma Genusi twisted his body and stood up from the ground. A light flashed in his single eye.

He seemed to remember something...

"I remembered it!"

"I remembered it all!"

"Father is dying, and is now sitting on the Golden Throne!"

Ma Genusi muttered to himself, and then suddenly raised his head and pointed at Roboute Guilliman:

"Guilliman, is it you! Did you finally betray after all!?"

"You ambitious guy! No wonder our brothers suspected that you occupying the Ultramar Five Hundred Worlds was holding troops to respect yourself————"

"Fuck your *Macragge profanity* dog shit!"

Ma Genusi's words directly made Guilliman outlandishly angry.

"Ambitious? Ambitious, aren't you?"

"Why didn't you feel you were ambitious when you were studying psychic power with your *Ultramar profanity*?"

"Why didn't anyone feel Horus was ambitious when he was making a big deal of warrior lodges?"

"Why didn't anyone feel Lion was ambitious when he was full of little secrets?"

"Why didn't anyone feel Alpharius was ambitious when he was engaging in lurking and agent warfare everywhere?"

Seemingly influenced by Kairos's spell, Guilliman's long-accumulated anger poured out:

"I wanted my people to live a good life, so I was ambitious?!"

"You group of arrogant, degenerate, and father-loving infants, what do you know!"

He almost didn't wait for Zhou Yun, directly swinging the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Sword and colliding with Ma Genusi again.

And in the Warp, the moment Tzeentch's attention was overly invested in reality and his will was overly condensed on Ma Genusi, the Slaaneshi daemons and Nurgle's maggots who had been ready to go let out happy laughter at the same time.

They had been waiting for this moment for a long time. According to Mortarion's calculation using numerology, the Changer of Ways would inevitably reveal flaws in this war, giving them a chance to invade.

Slaaneshi daemons let out sharp, obscene laughter, dancing blasphemous dances and killing their way into Tzeentch's domain. They forced every Tzeentch daemon they saw, from the smallest Pink Horror to the Lord of Change, a Greater Daemon, and didn't let any of them go.

If a Tzeentch daemon was too powerful to be forced by a single Slaaneshi daemon, they would swarm up and start using group attacks. The Keepers of Secrets, the Greater Daemons of Slaanesh, also joined the feast.

For a time, there was no collision of swords or flying of sorcery fire on the battlefield, only the sound of "puchi puchi."

The most dangerous thing was that these Slaaneshi daemons all carried sexually transmitted diseases!

And these daemons seemed to show off STDs as twisted honors!

This was the authority Slaanesh shared from Nurgle; with the help of sex and twisted honor, she controlled the power of STDs to a certain extent.

Syphilis, condyloma acuminatum, AIDS—various STDs spread among Tzeentch daemons.

And Nurgle's daemons laughed wantonly. The laughter of 770,000 Nurgle daemons combined, turning into a plague wind blowing toward Tzeentch's Crystal Labyrinth.

Those Lords of Change who were pounced on by large groups of Slaaneshi daemons let out sharp wails, constantly dripping viscous rainbow-colored liquid.

But the Slaaneshi daemons didn't care at all, because they had learned from Nurgle's daemons that these viscous rainbow-colored liquids were actually the knowledge, will, and personality accumulated by the Lords of Change over the years.

Using these liquids for lubrication... that was simply too Slaaneshi!

Praise the Thirsty God!!!

But Tzeentch wasn't sitting still. A Greater Daemon resembling a parrot twisted its body and landed on the battlefield, roaring "gaga." Almost the moment it descended, bizarre hallucinations, sorcery fire, and blasphemous rituals spread on the battlefield.

M'kachen, the Lord of Change who had just been promoted to Chief Greater Daemon by Tzeentch, descended on the battlefield.

This Greater Daemon was originally the most powerful, oldest, and luckiest one among all Lords of Change besides Kairos.

However, perhaps out of Tzeentch's bad taste, perhaps its birth was really related to the Dragon Kingdoms, or perhaps people from the Dragon Kingdoms cursed it with this insulting term,

Anyway, its name M'kachen was likely derived from a profanity in Cantonese from the Dragon Kingdoms, roughly meaning "die as a whole family."

But the Slaaneshi daemons weren't panicked at all, because they knew that the Plague God had arranged an opponent for it.

An opponent it absolutely couldn't defeat...

"Even if you fight, don't forget to rest."

"Even if you kill, don't forget to be vigilant."

"All living things are angry, only I watch quietly."

"All living things are afraid, only I attack firmly."

Seven cold voices came from the toxic gas that was pale with a hint of dark green.

Seven figures wearing dark green deformed Deathshroud Terminator power armor, wearing gloomy hoods, and holding rusted giant scythes appeared from within.

"We are nameless, we are dead."

"We are the cold gaze of the Lord of Dark Clouds."

"We are the reaping soul scythe of the Pale King."

"We are the Deathshroud."

Seven of Mortarion's Deathshroud Terminator guards stood within forty-nine steps of their gene-father, and another seven Death Guard flag-bearers stood beside them, as if performing some kind of ritual.

And standing between them was naturally the Lord of Dark Clouds, Mortarion.

His pale face was hidden under a purple-brown hood, and a pair of moth wings buzzed and vibrated, scattering scale powder like raindrops, spreading toxic gas from Barbarus.

"This is a practical class, to show the power of numerology to the Grandfather."

Mortarion's voice was as pale as a ghost, cold and unusual.

But the seven Deathshroud and seven flag-bearers only had loyalty and reverence in their hearts. They were warriors who had followed Mortarion since Barbarus, and were his most trusted progeny————

"Mortarion, I am the Grandfather's Chosen, let me down!!!" Typhus, trapped on a metal flag, twisted his massive body wearing Terminator power armor, and the pustules and flies on his body also roared.

But Mortarion wasn't panicked at all, just saying in a flat tone: "It is precisely because you are the Chosen that you are qualified to serve as a battle flag."

"Your birth date is very consistent with numerology, very good, a natural battle flag... I shouldn't have let you be a First Captain back then, I should have just hung you on the bow of the *Terminus Est*; after all, you like navigating ships so much."

"*Barbarus profanity*" Ugly profanity spilled from Typhus's mouth.

"Bastard, are you worthy of speaking Barbarus?" Mortarion smiled disdainfully and casually pinched a few numbers, blocking Typhus's mouth.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but after starting to explain numerology to the Grandfather, Mortarion's own mastery of numerology became deeper, and his mentality was much better than before, and some haze in his heart seemed to disappear.

But without thinking too much, Mortarion directly led his seven Deathshroud guards and seven Death Guard flag-bearers into the Tzeentch daemons.

He was like a reaper on the pale world, and every time he swung that scythe named *Silence*, he easily reaped the lives of a group of daemons.

Even the newly appointed Chief Greater Daemon M'kachen didn't survive seven moves before his head was cut off by the scythe.

Watching the Crystal Labyrinth fall into chaos, the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang and Khorne, who were constantly clashing in the Warp near Terra, exchanged a look.

The two were now at a point where neither could take the other down.

The Hua Hua Hua Di Huang couldn't completely clear Khorne's influence on Terra, and Khorne couldn't infiltrate more power into Terra.

The two were deadlocked, and neither could gain a greater advantage or obtain more benefits.

But in the moment of eye contact, the two reached a consensus.

Since they couldn't get benefits from each other, then...

Then it would be better to temporarily stop the war and go together to bite a piece of meat off Tzeentch!

In an instant, the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Legion of the Damned and Khorne's daemon army appeared in Tzeentch's Crystal Labyrinth at the same time.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 372 =====