Gū! Can We Make Peace?

An immortal touched my head and bestowed upon me immortality.

Since immortals are so demanding, everyone wants to become one. It's not that being human is a bad thing, but becoming an immortal allows one to see a wider world, which is similar to the desire to improve oneself.

But if you were to actually become Warp Deity, the outcome might not be as carefree as that of an immortal.

For the Chaos Eight-Pointed Star, each point has its own significance.

Each seat has a counterpart, and each counterpart has flanks that are coupled with each other.

The plan of the Tzeentch birdman was indeed feasible, but failure is part of the process, which makes the T Family Army, which occupies the northeast corner, particularly prone to setbacks.

This is similar to how it doesn't matter who the county magistrate is, but what matters is the County Magistrate's Wife. The position is fixed, and as long as you're in the right place, your position will determine your thinking.

This is no joke. After all, the underlying logic is there. It's impossible to make the rotten and depraved Nurgle embrace death, the greedy and pleasure-craving Slaanesh become a saint without desires, Khorne become a knowledgeable and reasonable scholar.

If one wants to become Warp God, it's simply a matter of a few steps: take an exam, offer sacrifices, and wait for notification.

Mordred undoubtedly possesses Warp qualifications, fully qualifying her as a recent graduate and thus eligible to take the exam.

Furthermore, due to his usual behavior, Mordred perfectly fits the description of being Greedy Dissolution, and even comes with a base score.

The second step was even more straightforward; the Four Merchants made up for the missing Warp Power, and the fruit platter on the grave contained Lizardmen and mushrooms as offerings.

In terms of legitimacy, Mordred is arguably more orthodox than Slaanesh, a half-baked deity.

The most crucial third step is to see if the candidate can attract the attention of the Warp, which is equivalent to an interview plus a written test.

As two mirror images of each other, the Warp and the Material Universe are actually governed by the Great Cosmic Will. The ancient War in Heaven can be seen as a clash between the Material Universe and the Warp.

Mordred, that kind of freakish creature —C'tan who looks familiar, Chaos God who looks delightful, Orks who frowns, and Old Ones who would question the meaning of life—is truly too unique.

The final interpretation of this step rests with the Sea of Souls; in other words, this is the most crucial step. The phrase "destined by fate" is no joke. Warp believes you can do it, even if you haven't done well before, you can still succeed.

So, does Mordred actually like the Warp? The answer is a resounding yes!

The Four Merchants believed that Mordred was a somewhat special Primarch, at most a lesser god, and wanted to use the second step to control him and play with his power. However, they had no idea about Mordred's true nature, and thus they ended up raising a Big Daddy for themselves.

Actually, there was still a chance to back out at this stage, but the yet-to-be-born Black Sun couldn't resist. As long as Mordred crashed into the Emperor, He could be born ahead of schedule.

Mordred, who possesses the Greedy Dissolution, is a sharp blade that aligns with His true nature. After all, completely devouring the entire world is also a form of world destruction in another sense.

For the Dark King, whose human form is the Emperor, a gambling addict, is there even a need to choose? All in!

Seeing that the enemy had raised a powerful figure and created a Big Daddy, the Emperor could now chuckle.

Especially when he discovered that the Dark King was no longer relentlessly attacking his hook, but instead was focusing all his attacks on Mordred's rear end, the Emperor, feeling incredibly relieved, reversed his previous dejected state and stood up directly from the Golden Toilet:

"What's wrong? Have you noticed something's amiss?"

"You idiots who can be fooled by me twice actually think you can use your brains? If you really had any brains, I would have cooperated with you long ago, and there would be no need to make things like this."

Anyway, I'm not in a hurry. At worst, we'll all die together. No matter what, Mordred is still my son. When he arrives, I'll kill myself on the spot, and you can clean up this mess yourselves!

With all of humanity as a sacrifice, and the two Chaos God occupying the due north and due south as the end, making the entire world perish with humanity—I think it's worth it.

Weren't you being very arrogant just now? Say something!

"Father, why did you come down?"

Magnus, who was wrestling passionately with the skinny dog Sunburned Ogryn in the consciousness space, paused for a moment, then noticed that the Emperor, with a gloomy expression, raised his hand and slapped him hard, directly pushing it back into the air.

"Get out! Kids shouldn't interrupt adults. You Four Useless Ones, get out here!"

Facing the incredibly arrogant Emperor, Tzeentch, once again channeling his inner Tzeentch, knew he had messed up, but even as he was being brutally beaten by the other three bastards, he still stubbornly declared:

"Damn Yellow Skins, don't get cocky, this is all part of the plan!"

"This is just a tiny change. We'll settle the score with you after we've dealt with this little guy."

Whether it was part of the plan or not is unknown, but the Emperor could see the emerald green evil fire spreading wildly in the Four Gods' Domain.

The Burning Legion, which should have dissipated, surged into the realm of the Four Gods along with the Chaos Fire. Among them were not only Legion Demon and enormous green lizards, but also Atlas, who, even in their irrational state, still looted, destroyed, and burned the Daemon.

As arrogant as he was before, he is now in dire straits. Atlas used to have weaknesses, but as Mordred ascended the ladder to godhood, Atlas was completely transformed into an immortal monster.

Laoxiangji simply can't compete with the foreign brand Maomei, whether in terms of price or quality.

Despite having Mind Network, Arlas still maintains a high level of professionalism, even though he can only act on instinct.

The rapidly spreading Mycelial Mat expanded with the Chaos Fire. In the Warp, which is an energy world, countless vesicles were rapidly born in the Mycelial Mat, from which emerged one after another Daemon Engine was a fusion of steel and flesh.

Flesh-and-blood projectiles, stained with deadly spores, were launched; upon hitting their target, the Emerald Chaos Energy emanating from them would infect every Daemon.

Immortality is no longer the privilege of Chaos. Any Daemon tainted by Fel Energy will be infected by this deadly fel fire and become part of the Burning Legion.

One begets two, two begets four, the cycle repeats endlessly. Even though the Four Gods armies fought desperately, the Burning Legion only grew larger as the Chaos Fire spread.

In an effort to halt the Burning Legion, the Greater Daemon began to gradually appear on the battlefield.

As veteran powerhouses, the Greater Daemon fighting on their home turf were able to unleash their full power, and Atlas, as Greater Daemon Mordred Atlas, was no match for them.

Once these Greater Daemon appeared, they effectively curbed the spread of Fel Energy.

But the demons soon discovered that the Rathians they had killed were not dead at all; instead, they reappeared from the Mycelial Mat in the blink of an eye.

Even more outrageous, as the Chaos army fought desperately, Atlas actually began to undergo adaptive evolution.

Survival of the fittest, the strong preying on the weak—even though Mordred has not yet fully ascended to godhood, he has already demonstrated his power.

It devours everything, dissolving all things into its own nourishment for frenzied evolution.

The Nurgle plague boar's toxins no longer weakened Atlas; instead, he was corrupted by the Fel Energy toxins spewed from him, turning into a pool of flesh and blood mixed with souls.

The Lord of Change's sorcery flames could no longer melt the opponent's chitinous carapace, and were quickly annihilated by the concentrated fire of the emerald fireballs mixed with corrupt Chaos Energy.

Watching the mutated the Beast, riddled with holes by the sword blade and rapidly regenerating in the blink of an eye, Slaanesh was powerless. She was then dragged into the Mycelial Mat and transformed into Daemonculaba, spewing out Aberrant in the deathly silence.

Only the Khorne army was a relatively evenly matched force, after all, they possessed the most powerful Daemon Engine under the command of the Four Gods.

After realizing that they couldn't gain any advantage in close combat, these seemingly savage red-skinned Big Lizard surprisingly became quite clever and simply retreated under their towers to engage in a heavy artillery duel.

Even so, this bloodthirsty demon army was quickly overwhelmed, as they discovered that Atlas's firepower was even more intense than their own.

The Daemon couldn't understand how, after they destroyed the enemy tank, the other side could restore it with just some glue.

And those damn mushrooms, 10-meter-tall Mushroom Knight everywhere, 50-meter-tall Mushroom Demon King roaming the land, and just by painting the fuselage red, those monsters' speed increased threefold.

The most infuriating thing is that even if you blow these mushrooms up, it's useless. The mushroom fragments will quickly turn into a puddle of slime and then spew out one Lizardmen after another.

When the Lizardmen die, their fragments turn into Mycelial Mat, which continues to produce mushrooms, creating a cycle that is impossible to eradicate completely.

That's the good thing about the Warp; for Atlas, who is also not human, he can simply stand there and fill his stomach with nothing but the northwest wind.

Previously, limited by resource consumption, Atlas had to consume resources to produce cannon fodder again. But in the realm of the Four Gods, the omnipresent energy vortex made all Atlas feel incredibly high just from taking a breath.

Even if the Chaos Gods himself were to corrupt them, it wouldn't work. With the existence of Mind Network, each Atlas is Mordred's tentacle, which is equivalent to him.

To curb this pervasive Chaos Energy Corruption, even the never-ending blood war came to an end, and the Daemon legions under the Four Gods began to return to the Demon Realm.

However, this was meaningless. Mordred, who had already stepped onto the stairs, was being guided by the Warp. Behind him stood not only the Dark King, but also the entire will of the Warp.

Your Daemon are dying one by one, while my legion is endless.

The first to succumb will undoubtedly be the most superficial of the Slaanesh.

Although it is said that One Proof of Eternity, there are still differences in strength among Chaos God, and Slaanesh, this premature baby born with congenital malnutrition, is undoubtedly the weakest of them all.

Moreover, the Ecstatic Perception, located in the southeast, is closest to the Greedy Dissolution. If a Demon Realm is to be born, it will definitely pick up what's closest to it first.

For Slaaneshi Daemon, being captured and subjected to ultimate humiliation isn't necessarily a bad thing, but even the most insane demon wouldn't go so far as to kill themselves.

Once the cognitive barrier is removed, the Slaanesh's perversion is nowhere near as extreme as Atlas's madness; they feel no pleasure whatsoever, only the emptiness of being devoured.

As for the other three, they weren't much better off. Basically, none of them could gain any emotional power from Atlas; everything they had already been taken by someone else.

The situation in the Physical World was no better. As Atlas entered the Four Gods' Demon Realm and devoured a large number of fragments, Mordred, relying solely on instinct, was no longer satisfied with just one planet and gradually expanded into a fleshy nebula.

And relying on the Primarch fragments within its body, it reverses and erodes other Primarchs, attempting to drag all 19 Space Marine Legion down with it.

If Mordred were to devour all the legions, then everything would be beyond repair. The only way to stop him now is to destroy his physical form before he fully ascends to godhood.

So who can defeat this demigod in the Physical World?

Seeing the Golden Giant sitting on the Golden Throne, completely unhurried and even eating watermelon, the Four Merchants, without any hesitation, manipulated Magnus's body to pounce on him, grabbing the Emperor's leg and shouting:

"Gulp!! Can we make peace?"

"Hey, you guys must be joking."