Tzeentch tore the Dark King essence from within himself in one swift motion and hurled it directly at that grotesque, terrifying abomination.
The creature's consciousness grew clearer in the next instant, like a dying flame fed with dry grass.
Abaddon, whose eyes had been tightly shut, slowly opened them. His first words left everyone utterly shocked.
"Father, I'm back. I returned from hell."
Even the Emperor stiffened at those words, let alone the cold and indifferent God-Emperor.
Khorne seized the opportunity and brought his greatsword crashing down upon the God-Emperor.
Countless drops of golden blood rained from the sky. Enduring the tearing pain, the God-Emperor slashed diagonally at Khorne. Though the blow missed, it forced Khorne to abandon any attempt to press his attack.
"H-Horus?"
The God-Emperor and the Emperor spoke in unison. That distant, ethereal voice was becoming ever more familiar.
Then they saw the ever-expanding nightmare. Horus, who had fused the powers of humanity's death, the Aeldari's death, and the death of the past, filled the sight of every god.
"Hehehe... How exactly do you intend to help them?" Tzeentch laughed wildly, convinced that victory was already his.
Lin Fan's expression darkened. In this backdrop-level melee, he had no chess-piece rules to rely on at all. He could only place his hopes on Oedmeir, who had yet to show herself...
If that still failed, Lin Fan could only rise with a sigh, tear Tzeentch in half, and reconsider the matter of creation after the apocalypse in which all things perished.
Another head-on collision sent the God-Emperor flying far back. She only came to a stop when Isha reached out to help her.
Khorne was in poor condition as well. All that remained of him was an empty shell filled with blood. As he fought the God-Emperor, his blood