When did you arrive?

Saying more is pointless, and I'm too lazy to listen. If I'm a madman for a day, I'll be a madman for a lifetime.

The head symbolizing the future laughed wildly. Compared to the other head, which was used as a movie-watching device, it preferred to explore the endless future. What kind of bullshit grand plan is this? Stop babbling and die!

He recklessly unleashed endless Warp Energy, summoning countless Tzeentchian demon host with a wave of his hand. A massive fireball, brimming with destructive energy, shot out, transforming into a magical cannon that instantly turned the air scorching hot.

"Scream, wail, and then turn to ashes beneath my wings—quack!"

Such a ferocious attack caused Atlas to scatter and flee immediately. They weren't foolish enough to fight a Greater Daemon one-on-one; they would pick on the weak, and those bird-headed, human-bodied minions were more suitable for them. They all began to communicate with their Demon Pal.

Bizarre and varied Daemon forms surged forth. In this interdimensional Warp and the real world, Atlas was no longer subject to the constraints of the Material Universe, thus unleashing his full power.

The most flamboyant of them all was the Fourth Company Captain Commander Gawain, who, relying on the Great Thunder Daemon he had painstakingly trained, dug holes like crazy and transformed into a raging earth-wave shark.

His deadly pounce, launched from the ground, could be seen everywhere.

All Atlas believed that Daemon were incapable of feeling pain, and that to defeat them, one had to be more wicked and domineering than them.

The most formidable of them all was undoubtedly the four-armed beast that remained unmoved despite being bombarded by fireballs.

Mordred, who had already undergone a super evolution thanks to the Khorne's rewards, was no ordinary man. He was a tanky warrior with high dimensional magic resistance, possessing both high stats and strong mechanics. With a single teleport, he entered the fray and unleashed his righteous backstab as the Knight of Serenity.

"One bite, and my Storm Nebula Rending Bite be devoured!"

Four chitinous claws, resembling icicles, shot out with Decomposition Field, plunging straight down into the Lord of Change's Carlos. Meanwhile, the long, healing tail raised Watermelon Knife, aiming at the Greater Daemon's anus.

Without hesitation, the Greater Daemon, its kidney pierced by sharp claws, feigned death and teleported away, leaving behind a one-headed monstrous bird as a Stand-in. "Stupid the Beast, did you think I wasn't on guard? I knew you'd betray me, you brainless idiot."

Mordred responded with an Atomic Breath atomic energy tainted by Chaos Energy Corruption.

The battle resumed, the hundred-meter-tall behemoth brandishing its claws and charging furiously, continuing to close the distance despite the magical bombardment, and seizing every opportunity to Flash Backstab.

Each attempt to kill it failed, and only more and more one-headed monsters were pinned to the ground by the sharp spikes of their claws.

Carlos felt a surge of satisfaction at seeing that furious yet helpless expression. How could a mindless the Beast that could only hack and slash compare to him, a noble mage?

As the wounds rapidly accumulated, Mordred, who was originally enormous, began to shrink gradually, becoming a sitting duck. Every moment, flesh and blood were burned to ashes by magic, and in the end, the entire battlefield was filled with the foul smell of burnt protein.

Seeing Mordred panting heavily and shrunk drastically to around ten meters tall, even Carlos grew annoyed. He summoned another wave of Tzeentch Daemon to resist Atlas and began to try and win him over:

"Mordred, the Lord of Change admires you so much that he has even sent me to be your mentor. As long as you submit to the Demon Lord of Tzeentch, you will immediately receive supreme blessings."

Although you always ask silly questions and aren't exactly mentally sound, you're still much better than that clown Magnus.

Others may not know, but do you think I don't know who you are? You have no Fealty to the Cursed, and you despise everything about the empire.

Compared to us Daemon born from the Sea of Souls, you are the heartless monster, and monsters should associate with monsters. We are the ones in this together!

"I am not a monster, I am human!"

Waving his scepter and pointing it at Atlas, who was fighting Daemon, Carlos's eyes were filled with mockery. "Stop deceiving yourself. Look at your offspring, they're even more like Daemon than we are. How dare you call yourself human?"

Give me a straight answer: are you coming with me or not? The Lord of Change has already set his sights on this place. This is your last chance, or else I might...

Before Carlos could finish speaking, Mordred disappeared again, clearly looking for another opportunity to betray him. Sure enough, the four-armed behemoth attacked from behind once more.

In close combat, Carlos was indeed no match for Mordred, this unkillable the Beast, but what was the point of missing? It was just another waste of a scapegoat; as a Fate Weaver, he could have as many of these as he wanted.

But as the black spikes pierced his body and the Lord of Change prepared to flee again, an indescribable weakness suddenly appeared within Carlos. Four ferocious claws, imbued with pure violence, fiercely restrained his body.

"What... what did you do to me?"

"What did I do? I used Blackstone to cut off your connection to the Warp Blackstone, kid!"

Having finally caught his prey, Mordred didn't waste any words. His head was instantly torn into eight pieces, and his entire body structure rapidly distorted, with his five thousand teeth spinning rapidly under the force of his muscles.

The dim, yellowish-brown Fel Energy, Long Prepared, erupted and delivered a powerful oral attack into Carlos's body at close range.

As everyone knows, Fel Energy is like a grotesque pile of excrement to Warp Demon. Carlos, covered in it, struggled frantically, but no matter what, he was no match for Mordred, who could wrestle with the Emperor with sheer physical strength.

With a mouthful of the bird's head, Mordred's original dim yellow Fel Energy gradually turned blue, eventually returning to his favorite emerald green color.

As the sound of bones breaking rang out, Carlos, whose neck had been ripped off, panicked completely. He grabbed a Psychic Power fireball and slammed it into Mord's face, but the more he hit him, the more excited Mordre became, forcing Carlos to fight in close combat.

Just as the slender Necron seem inept at close combat but are actually powerful enough to overwhelm Space Marine, the Lord of Change may sound like a spellcaster, but he is, in any case, a Greater Daemon.

Carlos wielded the staff with incredible force, shattering half of Mordred's shoulder with a single blow. But little did he know that the blow would have been better off not hitting her at all.

Countless fleshy tentacles immediately flew out from his shattered chest and burrowed deep into his body.

Even though this body was formed from pure Warp Energy, Carlos could feel something wriggling repeatedly inside his skin.

This bizarre scene completely extinguished his will to fight; now he only wanted to escape the monster.

With a painful cry, Mordred ripped off Carlos's head, a symbol of his past, and swallowed it whole.

"(; A)"(month),

The remaining bird head could no longer sense the existence of its own head. The power that should have returned directly to the Warp to reshape itself vanished without a trace. It couldn't even see its own future. Being eaten by this monster meant certain death!

"Goo, don't want it, master, save me!"

But what was easy to come by was hard to leave. The more arrogant he was before, the more miserable he was now. Mordred, who had become completely attached to Carlos, could not let go of this prey. More and more high-concentration Fel Energy surged out, directly shattering the entire illusion on the spot. But even so, the half of Carlos that had been burned to a crisp was still not dead.

As Tzeentch's favorite Lord of Change, the one-headed bird began its final struggle. With a determined heart, it crushed half of its body, believing that as long as it could reach the Warp, it could be reborn.

"As long as I escape this place, as long as I escape this place, I am Carlos, who possesses a dark will!"

Unexpectedly, this guy was so decisive, actually thinking of amputation below the chest. Mordred wanted to attack again, but little did he know that the gaze of the Empyrean had already arrived.

A murky, chaotic, fiery blue light appeared from the void, dragging the entire illusion into Realm of Tzeentch. More and more Daemon poured out from the rift, and Atlas could only pick up his prey on the ground and scatter to escape.

However, the path they had taken was now blocked. Tzeentch personally intervened, severing the portal Magnus had torn open. Seeing Mordred utterly trapped, Carlos felt confident he could succeed again.

"Coo coo coo, Mordred, I'm going to tear off the faces of your offspring with my own hands, turn them into a magic book right in front of you, and then use those savage, brainless red-skinned brutes as toilet paper. You're finished! Holy Tzeentch has arrived, and I am the ultimate winner."

What's wrong? Are you feeling hopeless?

Gazing at the boundless, seemingly invincible army of Daemon, Mordred took out Lighter and silently lit a cigarette.

"Carlos, you're right. Such a massive Daemon army is simply beyond the reach of my Atlas, and even I cannot withstand the power of the Chaos God."

Flicking away the ash from his cigarette, Mordred fiddled with his cool-looking lighter with his claws, his eyes showing no despair, only envy for the Daemon army.

"Carlos, there are limits to individual abilities. In my short life, I've learned a lesson: the more cunning a person is, the more likely they are to suffer losses."

"Ah! What nonsense are you talking about?" Mordred ignored it and continued speaking:

"When you called out that piece of trash Tzeentch, I knew I couldn't possibly keep you here."

Three years of study through wind and rain, you and I are master and apprentice, Early Education Machine, Smurfs, never abandoning you at nine o'clock every day, beep beep beep, Carlos, I really want you!

So don't blame me for being despicable. Since I can't have your heart, I can only have your body.

The one-headed bird had no idea what this bastard was up to, but Mordred's overflowing desire was unmistakable, making it wonder if it had fallen into some kind of trap.

"No need to look anymore, there's no trap at all!"

"Then why are you so excited?"

Two tears slid down Mordred's cheeks, and he trembled with excitement at the thought of what was about to happen:

"Because I also called for reinforcements, but I'm very likely to get a beating."

"Huh?" Carlos, who had thought it was something serious, laughed in exasperation. He thought to himself, "What kind of reinforcements can you call? The entire illusion is sealed off by Tzeentch, who can get in?"

But Nothing is Absolute. Mordred gripped the lighter in his hand, opened his blood-red mouth wide, and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Yellow Skins, you're just a bastard! Go ahead and sell your cunt to Malcador for fun. I'm going to make a TV series about you being Rome's She-Wolf, print a hundred million copies and send them all over the galaxy. Horus will be the lead actor, so everyone can see you!"

"Boom!"

In an instant, the world changed color, and a golden greatsword burning with raging flames tore through space and struck Mordred's head directly.

Upon seeing the figure wielding the giant sword, all the Daemon instinctively shuddered. Carlos was so terrified he nearly lost his mind, and the entire demon city Collapsed on the Ground, trembling uncontrollably.

"Coo coo coo coo, the Cursed, when did you arrive?"