Chapter 639: You Aren't Even Willing to Call Me Father

Vashtorr's heart skipped a beat.

It's over.

He heard Tzeentch say this, and He knew Tzeentch must have flipped over again.

Although Tzeentch was one of the four great liars of the galaxy and the only liar who could move freely and was complete,

the main body of His domain was not deception, but change.

This led to the fact that no matter how Tzeentch and His daemons claimed their plans were perfect, their plans inevitably contained accidents, because perfect plans lacked change.

This led to Tzeentch and Tzeentch daemons often flipping over suddenly, accidents appearing at critical moments, randomly making some behaviors that did not conform to their own interests, and then they would claim, "This is all in the plan."

Since Tzeentch said this now, it meant He had not anticipated the possibility of Zhou Yun attempting to ascend to the Lord of Malicious Artistry and had not made any contingency plans for this.

Even after Vashtorr said this possibility, Tzeentch still showed obvious hesitation, doubt, and suspicion.

Tzeentch was half-believing and half-doubting what Vashtorr said. In fact, even Vashtorr Himself didn't dare to fully believe His own judgment.

After all, Zhou Yun's purpose and the necessity of doing so were unclear, and Zhou Yun had previously clearly expressed His disgust for becoming a god.

Moreover, if Zhou Yun intended to become a god, why would the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang indulge Him? Doing so would clearly make it easier for the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang to become the Dark King. Did He just bear the pressure of two great thrones on His body just to let a Machine God inclined toward humanity be born? Did He trust Zhou Yun so much?

And if the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang couldn't bear it, the Dark King would be born, and humanity would perish. Did Zhou Yun trust the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang so much that He could withstand the pressure?

As Vashtorr, who had completely abandoned morality and followed rational thinking, He couldn't understand the behavior of Zhou Yun and the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang. Letting Zhou Yun become a god was clearly extremely unreasonable and extremely risky. If one of Zhou Yun or the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang was not reliable enough, the outcome would be catastrophic.

Although full of suspicion, Vashtorr and Tzeentch still signed a supplementary agreement: if Zhou Yun began to attempt to become a god, Tzeentch would stand on Vashtorr's side and help Vashtorr.

But this was not enough.

The power on Zhou Yun's side was too strong, so strong that Vashtorr even felt a little desperate.

Nurgle, Slaanesh, and the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang—three gods stood on Zhou Yun's side. Even though Nurgle and Slaanesh were slightly weaker in the ranking of the gods, they still had the ability to confront and block Khorne and Tzeentch.

And the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, even if He were under the pressure of the Malicious Artistry domain when Zhou Yun began to ascend, He would have to use no small amount of power to suppress His own impulse to become a god, but His remaining power would still be enough to change the battle situation and cause Tzeentch and Khorne to lose.

Vashtorr pondered for a moment, intending to try to see if He could win over another god to His side, so that His chances of winning would be relatively greater.

The Hua Hua Hua Di Huang? This was probably not very likely.

Slaanesh? Also impossible. In order to suppress the Aeldari death god Ynnead, Slaanesh was bound to hope for Zhou Yun's ascension.

Nurgle, this Plague God, had no direct interest relationship with Zhou Yun; it seemed He only helped Him because of friendship.

This Plague God seemed to be the only one with hope of being persuaded.

Vashtorr didn't trust so-called friendship. How could ethereal friendship compare to a real contract?

As long as He could become a god, He could pay almost any price.

Part of Vashtorr's will detached and extended toward the Garden of Nurgle.

Thirteen trees in the garden split open a winding path with thirteen turns for Him. Thirteen Nurglings drilled out from the corners of the garden, guiding Him to the front of Nurgle's Black Mansion.

Before that pitch-black mansion, Nurgle was sitting at a small table, with the thick soup He had just boiled placed on the table. Nurgle scooped up a bowl and placed it in front of the Aeldari Goddess Isha, who was sitting opposite Him.

"Let me see! A strange guest, I have never seen you in the Warp!" Nurgle held His belly and looked at Vashtorr with great interest.

"I am Vashtorr of the Soul Forge, one of the competitors for the Malicious Artistry domain. You know me." Vashtorr sensed the sarcasm in Nurgle's words, but He still said in a cold voice.

"Yes, yes, I remember you. Many young existences think you are as young as them. They rumor that you were born from the faith of the Dark Mechanicus, born from the cruel wars of the Great Crusade and the Great Heresy, born from the Iron Man War, born from the runaway technology of the Golden Age, but I remember you, Vashtorr."

"You are an ancient existence. You were born as early as the flames of the War in Heaven. When the Old Ones were forced back to the fortress in the galaxy, when the war was at its most cruel and unrestrained moment, you were born."

"You are from the same era as 'us.' You are older than little Slaanesh. We are old buddies."

Nurgle hung a kind smile on the corner of His mouth and lowered His head to look at Vashtorr:

"Your domain actually doesn't quite fit with mine. You and your creations are cold, without warmth, not easy to rot, and not willing to coexist with bacteria, but I tolerated your existence and have always been willing to coexist with you."

"I have invited you many times, hoping you would come to my mansion to communicate emotions, but you aren't even willing to pay attention to this poor old buddy of mine."

"Until today, you have never visited me, nor have you ever sought my help. I don't even remember when you came here to drink a bowl of thick soup... And why are you visiting me now?"

Vashtorr glanced at Isha beside Nurgle. The goddess looked sickly, looking at Vashtorr with empty eyes.

"I want to talk to you alone." Vashtorr said in a tone without much emotion.

"No, this lady has been a member of my garden for ten thousand years. She is sincere, reliable, gentle, compassionate, and willing to appreciate my thick soup—currently, outside my domain, only two people are willing to do so—I cannot drive her away; that is too insulting to a friend." Nurgle directly refused Vashtorr.

Vashtorr was silent for five seconds. A moment later, He moved His orange-red eyes, as if He had made up His mind, and stated His conjecture and request. ===== CHAPTER 640 =====