But when you thought about it carefully, it really wasn't so bad.
This system of population production had broken away from the traditional pattern of relying on families and handicrafts, establishing instead an institutionalized, industrialized, and efficient way of producing a population. It had utterly shattered the old family businesses, financial cliques, and rotten systems of inheritance.
This was a more advanced and effective way of producing a population. Under this advanced system, humanity had completely eliminated the civilizational model of reproduction and survival that depended on nature's bounty and sexual relationships.
It had also eliminated the various social conflicts that arose from family disputes. Society had become better and simpler.
That was a good thing, wasn't it?
"Psychic power, flow! Ribbit! Then you can all go to hell!"
In the Warp, the Emperor savagely beat the Four Gods as they struggled and fought back, weakening the power of those four piles of excrement.
After losing the Warp's support, the Four Gods still held exalted positions, but they had lost the boundless power and immortal, indestructible nature they once possessed.
Once their output exceeded their reserves, those four piles of excrement would be dead!
"How can you be this powerful...?"
Tzeentch lay in the Warp, a massive hole gaping in its body. Its power was dwindling, and it could no longer draw strength from the Warp fast enough to cover its losses.
This wasn't fun at all. It was completely outside its plans. It was over—it was doomed!
No. It had to survive!!!
To stay alive, the Four Gods began siphoning power from their followers, Geralt among them.
Then they discovered that they could see the power inside Geralt, but they couldn't draw it out!
In the next instant, the Four Gods' power levels plummeted. The energy they had