Friends, Delicious!

"I still can't understand, what exactly are you doing this for?"

For the Emperor, winning or losing was no longer important. He just wanted to know why the Four Merchants would do this. Wasn't it brain-dead to raise a Big Daddy for him for no reason?

You've forced me to fight Mordred and his son to the death. Regardless of the outcome, at least one Chaos God will be born.

Once the ascension ceremony is over, regardless of whether the memories are retained, Mordred will definitely settle scores with you later.

If Mordred wins, then it won't just be one Big Daddy, it'll be two Big Daddy. How can you be so confident? Isn't that stupid?

The Emperor simply couldn't find any word other than "idiot" to describe this thankless and laborious operation.

Just like how one shouts out the name of their move before a duel, Tzeentch, who possessed Magnus while his left brain attacked his right brain, also gave a villainous declaration:

"Yellow Skins, don't insult my amazing wisdom with your nonsense."

I am the Lord of Change, the embodiment of wisdom and magic. You think you can compete with me with a brain like yours? You're not worthy!

This was supposed to be Great Game for us, but do you know what you're like now?

A madman! A madman standing at the card table pretending to be a chess piece.

The Lord of Change, who borrowed the identity, was clearly carrying some emotions. After all, he was a product of the resurgence of extreme ideologies, so it's normal for him to have some emotions.

"I'm asking you, are you really a god?"

This statement directly triggered the Emperor's underlying logic, and he immediately denied it, saying, "I Am Not a God!"

"So here's the question: why did we entrust you with those precious treasures to create the Primarch?"

Deceiving others is one thing, but you even deceived yourself, and then you tried to steal the treasures that rightfully belonged to us. The Cursed, you are not even as lowly as the most insignificant maggot in the Sea of Souls.

"So what! Why should I return what I obtained through my own skill? You were the ones who handed those fragments to me; I didn't beg you."

"You admit you broke the contract?"

"So what!"

Even the Four Merchants couldn't hold back Emperor shamelessness. The Khorne directly shoved aside the blue slime that was hogging the channel with nonsense:

"The Cursed, you despicable bastard, Mordred is mine, and the Sanguinius, they should also belong to me!"

I was here first, you just got lucky.

"After all that rambling, I'm just asking you, why are you doing this?"

Faced with the Emperor's questioning, Magnus, his eyes flashing with a scarlet light, sneered, "You think I'd tell you? How dare you underestimate us? Do you really think we're brainless fools?"

I love your helpless expression! Hahaha.

But then the Khorne abruptly changed the subject, looking down at the Emperor who was locked on the Golden Throne.

That desperate struggle and resistance reminded the Blood God of some very distant memories, faint echoes that should have been completely annihilated but had remained:

"The Cursed, you are not a good father. If it were me, I would make them my strong arms, instead of treating them as mere tools like you have done."

Since you don't have much time left, I might as well tell you.

Mordred was placed on godhood by us. The moment his memories fade, we will undo everything and restore him to his original state.

Only then will he forget about you, you bastard.

I won't let him follow in my footsteps. I will treat him like a father. You have no idea how deep the bond between us is.

Even after countless years, I will never forget the hand that pulled me out of the mud; it's an experience you'll never understand.

Overcome with emotion, the Khorne, controlling Magnus's body, Roared: "Do you understand? You're a beast!"

"Get lost, you damn Khorne, who the hell sent you?"

The blue slime, having regained control, pushed over the Khorne, yelling at Khorne while simultaneously taunting it, "Kobold, you're using all my words!"

"By using Mordred's path to godhood, we can pry open the Sea of Souls, causing the two Timeline to collide completely, and thus reshape the Primarch."

As for the guy inside you, he must be a piece of trash to have chosen a bastard like you.

Since you dared to deceive us, then let Him pay the price. We will tear Him to pieces and devour Him bit by bit.

The Emperor understood, but he still thought the other side was an idiot. As one of the top cunning strategists in the galaxy, the Emperor admitted that their plan had indeed put him in a passive position.

The God-Emperor who transmigrated and gave him a good beating was indeed strong, even unbelievably strong. Even though he had not yet fully entered the godhood, he could fight four against one and protect the Imperium of Man for ten thousand years.

According to that foul-mouthed God-Emperor, the reason he was so powerful was entirely because the Imperium of Man had become a stinking cesspool, and he had been bound to the empire as a torture device and prayed for a full 10,000 years.

Compared to that monster that had completely turned into Black Sun, even if I were no longer human, I'd probably still be a worthless nobody.

With the power of those four monstrous things, they might actually be able to tear me to pieces.

It sounds reasonable, but that's precisely the biggest irrationality!

In the Emperor's eyes, the Four Merchants were a bunch of idiots. They didn't understand Mordred's true nature at all. Besides, if they could be fooled by him twice, couldn't they be fooled by someone else once more?

Are you sure you can control Mordred?

I thought the Yellow Skins would be furious, but instead it uttered such a nonsensical statement that even the Nurgle, hiding behind the TV, burst out laughing, using the words of his mortal enemy:

"Everything is going according to plan!"

"Hahaha!"

Instead of Tzeentch that Nurgle fat man had stolen his catchphrase, Tzeentch felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

After all, change is everything, and everything is for the sake of change. Now that even this fatso is starting to change, he is the biggest winner.

To vent their anger and to finally make this damned the Cursed give up, the Four Merchants decided to join forces and let this good-for-nothing experience what despair truly means.

"Watch closely, you piece of trash!"

The Sea of Souls surged once more as the four Warp Chaos God unleashed their power, using the divine energy channel that had always been connected to the Greedy Throne to command the fleshy planet to halt its advance.

As expected, with the combined efforts of the Four Gods, Mordred, who was indulging in a Forge World frenzy, came to a stop.

Like a newborn baby, it gazed curiously at the four colossi prostrate in the Warp and let out its first cry:

"Friend?"

Upon hearing this, the Four Gods laughed arrogantly and smugly, but before they could even reach their peak of excitement, bursts of destructive fire poured into Mordred's body.

Meanwhile, within their respective demonic realms, a ball of emerald-green evil fire ignited simultaneously, spewing out countless Burning Legion.

"Friend, it's delicious!"