Chapter 627

The Deceiver did not know how to become a god of the Warp, but the Void Dragon had been studying the Warp sixty million years ago. That bastard had also secretly withheld a large number of souls of life in the universe at that time and the souls of the Necrons; he must have long known what the necessities for becoming a god of the Warp were.

The Deceiver did not do this because it benefited him; He simply decided that if the Changer of Ways did not set a trap for Him, then the Deceiver would naturally have to set a trap for the Changer of Ways—that was the only way it would be fun.

The Deceiver thought about the expressions of those false gods in the Warp when they were stunned by the Void Dragon bomb...

While pondering in his mind, the Deceiver looked at Trazyn and the others fleeing within the World Engine.

A cunning smile rose on the corners of His mouth. As a celebration for becoming complete again, let's play a game of cat and mouse.

In the Warp, the Changer of Ways watched the Deceiver who had begun to hunt down Trazyn and the others, a cunning smile appearing on His lips.

Go play a game of cat and mouse, little stellar parasite.

Although the Changer of Ways had checked several times inside and out, He had not found any traps set by the Deceiver in that technology.

But the Changer of Ways was convinced that it was impossible for the Deceiver not to set a trap for Him.

As for the Deceiver's credibility, whether in the material universe or the Warp, it was at the level where a shared bike could make a shared-bike Transformer transform and stand up to beat him up.

Since that was the case, how could the Changer of Ways not set a trap for Him as well?

The Changer of Ways had spent a long time subtly hypnotizing those fragments given to the Deceiver.

He had injected a secret command into those fragments, making him obsessed with hunting down Saint Doraemon, making him offend Saint Doraemon, and using Saint Doraemon's hand to get rid of Him.

The fewer liars in the galaxy, the better, indeed...

But in fact, the Changer of Ways felt some regret; He liked the Deceiver very much.

Not because of a mutual appreciation as fellow liars, but because the Deceiver was beautiful.

Can a C'tan also possess such a fit body?

The muscles on the Deceiver's body were truly beautiful. If it were not necessary, the Changer of Ways really would not want to see such fit muscles torn into fragments.

But, it couldn't be helped...

The Changer of Ways sighed.

The World Engine was torn apart by roaring light and fire. The Deceiver let out a sharp, eerie laugh, stretching out His claws to tear apart the living metal corridors around Him while hunting Trazyn and the others fleeing rapidly through the World Engine.

"Damn it!" Sol growled and cursed.

The Deceiver displayed His extraordinary abilities. Within the entire World Engine, Warp travel, pocket dimensions, and phase shifting were all locked down by Him. He only left a small area at the edge of the World Engine, allowing Sol and the others to teleport away.

In other words, this was a game; as long as Sol and the others ran fast enough, they could escape from the Deceiver's grasp.

"How is this bastard even stronger than before? Just how many fragments has he fused with?!"

Trazyn gritted his teeth, pulled several Hyper-Dimensional Cube Labyrinths from his pocket, and threw them violently toward the Deceiver.

The Hyper-Dimensional Cube Labyrinths opened with a roar.

First, a Tyranid Zoanthrope crawled out of the labyrinth. This creature, with its massive, flickering azure brain, was right on the Deceiver's path of advance. The moment it descended, it sensed the threat emanating from the Deceiver and sprayed a psychic pulse strong enough to easily tear apart an Astartes Librarian toward the Deceiver.

Then came Khorne's giant daemon engine, the Lord of Skulls. This daemon engine, fused from a Bloodthirster and a war machine forged in the Hellforges, let out a sharp war cry. The tracks on its lower body roared and twisted, pushing the crimson-armored warrior on its upper body to swing its battle-axe and hack at the Deceiver.

Finally, there was a T'au Empire KX139 Ta'unar Supremacy Armor. This T'au battlesuit, standing on the ground, opened its firepower weapons and quickly aimed at the Deceiver who was rushing toward it—

The Zoanthrope's psychic pulse dissipated like a string of fireworks before it even touched the Deceiver. In an instant, the Deceiver tampered with the atoms that made up its body, and in the blink of an eye, the Zoanthrope was reorganized into a massive lightbulb emitting blue light.

The Lord of Skulls received the same treatment. The outer daemon engine was reshaped in the blink of an eye into a continuously circling carousel. The Bloodthirster was suppressed by the power of the material world into the carousel, forever spinning and rocking.

And the T'au KX139 Supremacy Armor stood on the ground, aiming its pair of tri-axis ion cannons and a set of multi-linked pulse ordnance systems at the Deceiver.

"Warning, in the name of the Greater Good, you must immediately—"

Bang!

The Deceiver crashed straight into it. This heavy battlesuit, which condensed the technological crystallization of the T'au Empire and was forged to deal with Imperial Knights and even Tyranid behemoths, was instantly smashed to pieces, scattering in all directions. The T'au Empire pilot inside was also instantly burned to ashes by the high temperature on the Deceiver's surface.

"Pure material universe things of this level are not even worthy of breathing on me."

The Deceiver smiled disdainfully. They C'tan had truly been out of the galaxy for too long. Wearing iron lumps with such inferior technology and not even stained with a bit of Warp power, they were worthy of breathing on Him? It was truly lawless.

Watching his collection being torn apart in an instant, Trazyn felt his guess confirmed. The Deceiver was much stronger than before; He had crossed the boundary and begun to move from a split state toward aggregation.

If He were left unchecked, the C'tan Deceiver would return to the human world.

"Just which shameless bastard gave Him so many fragments?"

Trazyn cursed. Fortunately, at this moment, they had already approached the edge of the World Engine.

Surprisingly, the Deceiver actually followed the rules of the game and really did not block various teleportation technologies here.

Szarekh reacted the fastest. He waved the phase cloak on his body slightly, and in the blink of an eye, he swept everyone present and teleported back to Szarekh's flagship in an instant.

"Successfully escaped?" Sol said, panting slightly.

Logically speaking, such a flight should have made him feel dishonored, but when facing the might emanating from the Deceiver, Sol did not think it was an enemy he could fight at all. Forcing himself to stay for the sake of honor would only be a meaningless sacrifice.