Chapter 710

Tzeentch toyed with fate, letting fate turn into threads and hang down; he tried to re-establish control over Azhek Ahriman.

Azhek Ahriman was too precious, especially at the moment his godhood manifested; Tzeentch realized that Ahriman's value was even greater than he had anticipated.

The godhood occupied by Azhek Ahriman was named Ahriman, the embodiment of the most evil side of fate, symbolizing the destiny that all things are dust, symbolizing the darkness that will eventually fall; the closer to the end of the universe, the more powerful and dangerous the power of this godhood becomes.

The threads of fate pierced from different dimensions of the past, present, and future toward Azhek Ahriman, who was being held in a cage by the Space Wolves.

Ma Genusi had lost all knowledge of psychic powers at that time and was relying entirely on instinct to drive his psychic powers; the power was very strong, but the accuracy was somewhat metaphysical, which led to some deviations when he sent Ahriman away from the Warp, causing Ahriman not to be sent to the Planet of the Sorcerers, but to fall toward Fenris.

He was captured by Fenris's gravity directly from orbit, smashed through the atmosphere, passed through the thick dark clouds, and plunged headlong into the Fang of Fenris.

At that time, inside the Fang, the Old Wolf Logan was holding a banquet, discussing the Planet of the Sorcerers that had suddenly appeared next to Fenris.

As a result, Ahriman smashed through the ceiling of the Fang like a cannonball, smashed headlong into the Space Wolves' banquet hall, and his horned helmet stuck directly into the rough stone floor, standing upright in front of Logan Grimnar.

Even the Old Wolf Logan had never seen such a scene and almost thought this was some new way for Ahriman to attack.

But Ahriman did not have any movement at all, just maintaining the inverted form with his helmet stuck in the ground.

So Logan stuffed Ahriman into a cage, intending to go and discuss with Bjorn to study how to deal with Ahriman.

And Ahriman hardly resisted during the whole process; his emotions were in a state of extreme silence; the sacrifice of his father and the impact of his ascension had plunged him into this state.

Tzeentch's threads of fate hung down, but those threads disintegrated into ashes inch by inch before they even touched Ahriman.

How powerful! Ahriman had clearly fallen from the process of ascension, yet the power entwined around him was still so strong.

Is the godhood of Ahriman so exaggerated? Its strength is even higher than that of Vashtorr at the time.

Why did this situation occur?

Could it be that the galaxy is already so close to the end of destruction?

Tzeentch looked at Fenris somewhat unwillingly; it was not just Ahriman's own power, the cold wind, frost, snow, earth fire, and undead of Fenris were also hindering Tzeentch's power.

He now had more important goals and no time to waste on Fenris and Ahriman.

Tzeentch cast his gaze into the distant deep space, at the battlefield at the junction of Ultramar and the T'au Empire.

Dense threads of fate woven from his hands hung down, connecting to Ma Genusi.

That multi-headed monster was rolling with terrifying psychic power, setting off storms, tearing apart the surrounding warships.

Mortarion was dodging around Ma Genusi by relying on his mobility and the prophecy ability brought by that numerical numerology, but in the final analysis, he was only barely supporting himself.

The power gathered on Ma Genusi was far from what Mortarion could rival.

Ma Genusi at this moment had both his own power in infinite parallel dimensions and most of the power in the Well of Eternity; in a sense, Ma Genusi was already the God of the realm represented by the Well of Eternity.

No matter how much Mortarion could delay, he could only persist for a moment longer.

And now Zhou Yun was deeply mired in the struggle with the Hive Mind and could not pull away in a short time.

Hmm?

The Lord of Change watched as the threads of fate in front of him began to snap one by one, as if an invisible bug was gnawing at fate from the future.

He raised his head in horror from his own realm and looked into the magnificent Empyrean.

Boundless waves were rising in the Empyrean; countless Warp entities let out wails; hunger was spreading among their existences; the Greed-Dissolution Realm was rising from the sea; boundless shadows emerged from the Warp like night mountains.

In those shadows, the Lord of Change saw the swarm chirping low, beasts hunting hungrily, starving people everywhere, all things withered and yellow.

Thousands of insects wailed in unison, thousands of beasts roared hoarsely, thousands of people wept in low voices; finally, all the hungry creatures devoured each other, spiraling into a circle, biting each other's heads and tails, like a giant dragon spiraling in the Warp, looming, about to be born.

Distant hunger descended into the Warp, gathering into a dragon, spiraling and roaring, both devouring all things and devouring itself.

Undoubtedly, that was the seventh divinity of the Warp indicated by fate, the Lord of Greed-Dissolution, the Eternal Dragon, ranked after the Dark King and the Machine God.

He is about to be born.

Zhou Yun lost?

How could that be?

The will of the Lord of Change trembled; panicked emotions swept through the entire Crystal Labyrinth; everything in Tzeentch's realm trembled and shook accordingly.

Is... is this still within his plan?

Once Zhou Yun fails and the Eternal Dragon is born, the power of the three realms of Greed-Dissolution, Malicious Art, and Corrosive Destruction will press on the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang.

The Dark King will inevitably be born; Tzeentch does not believe that the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang can bear the heavy pressure of three realms alone.

Just at this moment, Tzeentch suddenly noticed that the flow of fate was not quite right.

Fate had clearly changed compared to just now; the ascension of the Tyranid swarm was indeed stopped, but... but the ascension itself had not ended, the rising of the Greed-Dissolution Realm had not ended, and the birth of the Eternal Dragon had not ended.

A dark brown light rose in a shadow of Greed-Dissolution, mixed with the aroma of wheat and chestnuts, as if it were a bright sun.

Those starving people, swarms, and beasts embedded on the divine body of the Eternal Dragon, acting as dragon scales, let out hungry screams; they stretched out their limbs, reaching toward that dark brown light like withered trees longing for the nourishment of sunlight.

And in that dark brown light, only a brown chestnut bun was floating.

What is this situation?

What happened?

"Tzeentch!!!" A scream rose from Slaanesh's realm; the Lord of Thirst roared and questioned the Lord of Change: "Is this also in your plan?"

Is this in his plan?

Tzeentch watched as fate mixed into a ball, blurry and unclear, and he could no longer see the trend of the future.

But... but Tzeentch still vaguely guessed what had happened.

Even if it was unbelievable, even if he didn't understand how he did it.

But everything now pointed to that one possibility.

"It's not the Hive Mind, it's not the Tyranid swarm that is to become the Eternal Dragon."

"It is Zhou Yun; he is ascending for the second time; he is seizing the second realm."

"It is him; from beginning to end, it is he who wants to ascend to become the Eternal Dragon."

Silence, silence spread from the Warp; all entities in the Warp heard Tzeentch's words.

The trajectory of fate became clear at this moment.

The second ascension... Zhou Yun's first ascension actually never completed from beginning to end.

Because of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's obstruction, Zhou Yun never truly became the Machine God; he had always been in a state of being infinitely close, but never completely being.

Now, while the first ascension was infinitely close to completion, Zhou Yun began the second ascension.

He wants to occupy both Malicious Art and Greed-Dissolution; he wants to be both the Machine God and the Eternal Dragon.

"Is he crazy?" The Lord of Thirst roared and said: "Does he want the Dark King to be born?"

No one answered Slaanesh's question; Tzeentch stared at the reality universe in both horror and joy.

Horror because of Zhou Yun's actions, joy because he sensed that a great change was brewing in Zhou Yun.

Since the War in Heaven, since the Horus Heresy, a storm of change that the galaxy had never seen before was rising with Zhou Yun as the core.

At the same time, laughter and war cries also sounded from the brass fortress of the Blood God; the God of Blood revealed a smile that was almost cruel.

"War! War! War!" The roar of declaring war was like a horn, shaking the entire Empyrean.