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Fabius's roar formed a kind of echo in the Warp, rising and surging in the Warp, attracting the gaze of those existences lurking in the Warp.

The entire Warp saw that terrifying scene.

The shadow manifested by the Hive Mind revealed some form in the Warp for the first time, twisted tentacles tearing apart the ship belonging to Fabius Bile.

Steel, fire, glass, and keel were instantly torn to pieces, and a mass of bright red blood was exposed in the Warp.

Many demons held their breath, looking at that drop of scorching fresh blood with both greed and fear. They could all feel the extraordinary power contained within the blood.

The postures of the twenty-one Primarchs before they were born into the material universe were all sampled in that drop of blood, and the gene sequences of the twenty-one Primarchs after they were born into reality were also sampled in that drop of blood.

In the shadow, grotesque, twisted mouthparts that seemed to fuse the characteristics of millions of creatures extended, sucking that blood.

The ruby-like blood trembled slightly, ruptured, and the gene sequences and samples of twenty kinds of Warp power within it were swallowed into the belly of the Tyranid shadow.

For a time, a surging echo was produced in the Warp, transmitting to the Warp, reality, and even the Webway.

In the Webway, Jaghatai Khan, who was hunting the Drukhari, raised his head slightly. The Drukhari let out a sharp shriek, taking the opportunity to weave a series of vicious Warp spells and smash them toward Jaghatai Khan, but those psychic powers vanished inexplicably before they touched Jaghatai Khan.

He could resist those psychic powers harboring murderous intent; the yin and yang around him were always balanced. This ability could even help him protect the descendants around him.

In his eagle-like eyes, the scene of the Hive Mind seizing the Source Blood Stack was slowly reflected.

"Yin and yang are collapsing, close at hand."

Above the demon world where snowflakes drifted, Leman Russ, with pale hair, swung his Frost Axe and cleaved open a demon's skull. The Lord of Winter had forgotten how long he had been on this journey, but he still remembered his mission: to find the Tree of Life, obtain the tree's seeds, and heal his father.

Suddenly, the Lord of Winter stopped his steps, raised his head slightly, and looked into the boundless blizzard. He saw the scene of the Tyranid swarm seizing the Source Blood Stack.

"The Time of the Wolf is almost here."

On a planet unknown to anyone, two figures wearing ghost-blue scales, with bodies similar to ordinary Astartes, were fighting side by side, looking at the scene of the Source Blood Stack being swallowed by the Hive Mind.

"Such a dangerous move, how could Tzeentch be so stupid?"

"Contradiction is His inherent endowment; it is not strange for Him to do anything."

"Could it be a frame-up, by another Blue God..."

"Unlikely. That is definitely the trace of Tzeentch's power, and what reason would that one have to do such a thing?"

The two figures discussed one sentence after another. Their voices were exactly the same, and their faces were exactly the same, as if one person had cut himself into two and was talking to himself.

At this moment, footsteps sounded from behind the two, and a figure similar in height to them appeared behind them.

"Who are you?" the figure asked.

"Me? I am, of course, Alpharius."

"What a coincidence, I am also Alpharius."

"No," the figure shook his head. "You are not Alpharius."

"Because..." the figure slowly appeared. He also wore scales, and his face was exactly the same as the two: "I am Alpharius."

Whether in the Warp, reality, or the Webway, all Primarchs felt a mysterious induction, sensing that their gene sequences and something more essential had been swallowed by the Hive Mind.

At the same time, in the Warp, all Warp existences vaguely saw a terrifying trend.

After swallowing the Source Blood Stack, the Hive Mind seemed to have made up for a small part of Its defects, and the fate on Its body actually began to close slowly.

All Warp existences, psychics in reality, and even street fortune tellers saw a vision at this moment.

The Eternal Dragon rose from the Warp, bit its own tail, and circled into a ring.

The Lord of Greed and Dissolution, the Eternal Dragon, already had signs of being born.

In the Warp, fearful roars rose one after another.

Not only because of the signs of the Eternal Dragon's birth, but also because the moment this sign appeared, that black sun suspended above the Warp, suspended above everyone's heads, the Sword of Damocles, trembled slightly, as if it were about to fall toward this world.

The birth of the Lord of Greed and Dissolution would exert boundless potential energy on the Master of Mankind.

The Hua Hua Hua Di Huang would bear the heavy pressure of the triple realm, and no existence believed the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang could bear it.

Once the Lord of Greed and Dissolution descended, It would press on the realm of Vicious Arts, press on the realm of Erosion and Destruction, forcibly causing the Dark King to be born.

All things would perish as a result.

At this moment, a sharp wail sounded.

Fabius Bile's figure appeared in the ship, and the sharp claws made of shadow pierced through Fabius Bile's body.

And on Fabius's flesh-and-blood body, the cocoon woven from the blight and the faith of the New Men squirmed and struggled. The unborn god named Pater Mutatis tried to break out of the cocoon, hoping to be born in an incomplete form, thereby escaping the Hive Mind's control.

But the Hive Mind's sharp claws pierced directly into the cocoon, and viscous pus flowed down from it.

In the reality universe, countless New Men and strange creations sown by Fabius on different planets wailed simultaneously. Their bodies began to uncontrollably mutate, twist, and turn into masses of grotesque flesh surging.

All New Men realized that their creator was about to die.

The sharp claws shredded the cocoon, and in a mass of mucus, the Pater Mutatis, looking like a spider and a butterfly, was dragged out by the Hive Mind with tentacles. The ferocious mouthparts bit Its head.

Pater Mutatis twisted its body and struggled, but it was useless. The Hive Mind's mouthparts moved slightly, and Pater Mutatis's upper body was torn off by the sharp claws. Viscous pus surged out from Its body, and was swallowed into the belly by the Hive Mind along with the lower body.

Fabius Bile's body was also filled with countless tentacles at the same time, and everything in his body was being eaten away bit by bit.

Not just this body, Fabius realized with horror that the Hive Mind's tentacles were still spreading along his will to other bodies, and even to those creatures he had created.

He was being eaten; not only his flesh-and-blood body, his soul, but even his existence itself was being eaten and replaced. Among Fabius's creations, the faith named Pater Mutatis was rapidly twisted and transformed into a brand-new faith named Claw Pater Mutatis, and Fabius's creations also began to show Genestealer-like mutations.

And Fabius's other bodies were also mutating and collapsing bit by bit. The Hive Mind did not leave Fabius any chance to change bodies and escape.

The fear of approaching death, the sorrow of everything he had done in his life collapsing in an instant, and the resentment of being plotted against were now mixed together, turning into boundless anger and hatred, spat out from Fabius's mouth:

"TZEENTCH!!!!!" ===== CHAPTER 683 =====