Chapter 640: Disloyal!

Vashtorr's will returned to the depths of the Soul Forge.

Amidst the roaring thousands of furnace fires, Vashtorr's thoughts surged like electric currents.

He still felt that these things were filled with something strange.

Zhou Yun's actions were too sudden, completely inconsistent with His previous behavior. Vashtorr Himself, Tzeentch, and Khorne had not anticipated it.

Even Nurgle acted as if He knew nothing... If Nurgle's performance wasn't faked, was Zhou Yun even acting behind the backs of His own allies?

Vashtorr felt confused about this.

If Zhou Yun really intended to ascend, what was the reason for Him to hide it even from His allies?

With the help of Slaanesh, Nurgle, and the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, His ascension should have been easier.

Could it be...

A spark of thought flashed in Vashtorr's mind, giving Him an answer that could explain all the problems.

Since even Nurgle didn't know Zhou Yun intended to become a god, could the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang also not know?

After all, the birth of the sixth Warp god would have the greatest impact on the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, who was on the verge of ascending to the fifth Warp divinity.

Similarly, if Zhou Yun wanted to ascend, the one most likely to stop Him was the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang.

If Vashtorr were Zhou Yun, out of rationality, He wouldn't trust the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, one of the four great liars of the galaxy, and would deliberately hide it from the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang.

Once this thought was born in Vashtorr's mind, it began to spread uncontrollably, beginning to infect His thinking.

A series of clues emerged in His mind, making Him believe that there was indeed distrust, contradiction, and concealment between Zhou Yun and the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang.

He believed that the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang did not know that Zhou Yun was attempting to ascend.

This made Vashtorr hesitate for a moment, and finally, He cut off part of His own will, extending it toward the pitch-black sun standing in the Warp.

That pitch-black sun hung low on the horizon of the Warp, seemingly about to rise but not yet rising.

Countless broken human corpses were piled into a tower, lifting that sun, trying to lift it into the high sky.

And at the highest point of that tower of corpses, there was a bald man wearing moon-colored heavy armor inlaid with the Eye of Horus, his body broken and broken, his eyes pierced by four wounds, and half a piece of obsidian dagger inserted in his chest. The man held his arm high, lifting a brown-haired, brown-skinned figure that was fused with that pitch-black sun.

But that brown-haired, brown-skinned figure was desperately resisting fusing with the pitch-black sun and ascending into the Warp.

In this domain where the pitch-black sun hung alone, whether they were daemons belonging to the four gods or existences born naturally in the Warp, none dared to approach this domain.

This was the purest Chaos. What He craved was only destruction, only letting all things move toward the destined ending: death, turning into dust, and being completely forgotten. Facing this ruthless intent, even the most insane daemon would only feel fear.

Damn it, why exactly...

Vashtorr watched this scene and couldn't help but curse in His heart.

The Gods were born one after another, but the fifth was complete, ruthless destruction. Once born, it would completely destroy the entire reality dimension and the Warp. Then what was the necessity for the existence of the three behind?

The Warp was gone, so where would they be born??

What kind of brainless, illogical person designed such a system?

Of course, the real reason was that the four gods had played themselves out.

They tried to use the destruction of humanity to bring about the birth of the Dark King. The Dark King born in this way would not be overly powerful, perhaps able to rival the Blood God, but unable to contend with the entire Warp on His own.

Vashtorr didn't know if they intended for Horus to become the Dark King from the beginning, or if they had anticipated that the Dark King would be the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang from the beginning, but the result was that the four gods had played themselves out. The Hua Hua Hua Di Huang completed the ritual of the Dark King but was stuck at the last step, refusing to ascend, and forcibly bought humanity ten thousand years of continuation.

And during these ten thousand years, the resilience shown by humanity also exceeded the expectations of the existences in the Warp.

If humanity had declined and died on its own afterward, or lived a small, wealthy, and peaceful life, then the power of the Dark King would have declined accordingly.

But humanity had not moved toward decline after losing the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang and the Primarchs; it had even experienced several revivals. No race had ever truly shaken humanity's overlord position in the galaxy, and in this process, the lives of most humans had become increasingly desperate, increasingly painful, their faith in the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang increasingly strong, and their thinking increasingly extreme.

These massive emotions constantly nourished the Dark King, making the potential energy condensed on the Dark King so massive that it was enough to contend with the entire Warp.

Vashtorr cursed the four gods in His heart. Could a group of people play? Even if the operation was slag, why did they block my path?

While cursing, Vashtorr tried to approach the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's domain.

Boundless darkness, fear, desire for destruction, and desire for self-destruction erupted the moment Vashtorr approached. Vashtorr almost felt that the part of His will that had been split off was bathing in the flames on the surface of a star, being burned into the smallest particles bit by bit.

"Malicious Artistry."

"God in the Machine."

"The sixth."

"Contract."

"'Weapon'."

"Soul Forge."

"Vaul."

"Vashtorr."

Thousands of overlapping voices rang in Vashtorr's ears at the same time. Vashtorr felt as if He were being dragged and torn by thousands of hands.

But finally, these voices condensed into a tired but majestic middle-aged man's voice, ringing in Vashtorr's ears.

"Lord of the Soul Forge, why do you visit my domain?"

Vashtorr did not hesitate and stated His conjecture and discovery.

The voice that had originally condensed together instantly scattered into thousands of ways again.

"Lies!"

"Betrayal!"

"Disloyal!"

"Is it loyal? Disloyal!"

"Unfaithful, unfilial, unbenevolent, unrighteous, impolite, unwise, kill, kill, kill!"

"This was never what He wanted. He never thought about becoming a god. He once drove out... with us..." ===== CHAPTER 641 =====