After a while, Nurgle came, and only Nurgle came. There was no trace of Slaanesh and Khorne at all.
"Where are those two guys?" Tzeentch asked.
Nurgle didn't even look at Tzeentch, and said in a low voice, "Don't you claim to be the master of destiny? You ask me?"
Tzeentch was a little unhappy to be choked by his old enemy. He can see the development of things in the endless river of time, but that depends on the situation. As an equal to Him, observation by other gods is extremely complicated, time-consuming, and prone to errors., this is also the reason why Tzeentch failed to detect the conspiracy of Khorne and Nurgle to besiege Him with the unborn Slaanesh in earlier years.
Nurgle was very satisfied with Tzeentch's silence. He laughed twice with a trembling voice, and then said to Tzeentch generously, "They are busy watching the show..."
"Watching a show?"
"Recently, that little liar arranged for Warmaster's position. He let Lion El'Jonson, Horus, and Sanguinius compete for it."
"Oh..." Tzeentch knew about this, but he didn't expect that these two idiots, Khorne and Slaanesh, could refuse the meeting of the gods just to watch a show.
"Then why don't you go and see it?" Tzeentch asked again, and Nurgle yawned lazily and said.
"I have already selected the candidate, and the rest will be as fate would have it. One will not make a loss, two will earn blood." After saying that, Nurgle continued to pick off the rotten skin and flesh on his body, and collected them to prepare a new Old Tang for the goddess of life Isha.
Tzeentch fell into silence, not because he was speechless about Nurgle's Buddhism, but because he was extending his gaze to see the situation of Khorne and Slaanesh.
Sure enough, as Nurgle said, two gods with different powers are lying on the screens they built with different materials, using this tool to see the reality.
"More conquests! More killings! Well done Sanguinius, your merits will soon surpass Horus! You don't have to worry that your merits are not enough! I still have them here! There are more wars waiting for you!" Khorne sat on Golden Throne and shouted, for Sanguinius cheers for the war to exterminate Xenos civilization. When he feels that Sanguinius does not have an advantage in the competition of Warmaster, he will even let those Xenos who worship him take the initiative to lean towards Blood Angels to meet their death.
If Warp had a ranking list, then Khorne would have already become the big brother of Sanguinius on the enemy killing list.
At this moment, Sanguinius and Blood Angels were standing in the temple of a powerful Xenos civilization. Corpses were piled up like a mountain, and blood was flowing into an ocean. The king of Xenos launched an attack on Sanguinius, but he was beheaded by Primarchs before he could survive a round.
"Quack!" Khorne almost jumped up from Golden Throne. He cheered for Sanguinius, not caring that this Xenos civilization had sacrificed hundreds of millions of blood for him during the ten thousand years of human loneliness. "You did a good job! You did a good job! I was born to watch this! Woohoo!!!"
Next to Realm of Blood of Khorne is Palace of Pleasure of Slaanesh. He is also staring at Sanguinius, but his focus is a little wrong. Jin, looking from bottom to top, and then from top to bottom, greedy saliva and unreachable tears fell at the same time. All the servants who please Slaanesh have fallen out of favor, and can only sadly put on human skin to imitate Sanguinius's perfect appearance.
Of course, compared to Khorne who was focused on Sanguinius, Slaanesh's attention was more scattered. On the bed in his palace that had been wet for several years, there were several stacks of nameless books with pages glued together. The contents inside were known only to Slaanesh himself.
But Tzeentch also knows a little bit. He once used the web of destiny on his head to see Slaanesh's weird preferences. He knows that this neurotic god who is always in heat has arranged the fate of everyone Primarchs and even the Emperor.
<The New Thirty Years, Exclusively(Horus x the Emperor)>
<I Am Your Centaur(Sanguinius x the Emperor)>
<Cold father, passionate mother (The Emperor x Slaanesh x Horus)>
<Brother, You Smell So Good(Fulgrim x Konrad Curze)>
<Obviously I came first (Fulgrim x Konrad Curze x Ferrus)>
<The Cautious Prince and His Silent Bird(Roboute Guilliman x Corax)>
<Different personalities, same body (Corax x Konrad Curze)>
Because Slaanesh moved very quickly, Tzeentch could only roughly see the title of the book and the main characters in it, but this was enough for him to analyze the specific content of the book.
Even for a god like Tzeentch who craves change and freshness, what Slaanesh thought of is really too heavyweight.
After the observation, Tzeentch fell into a long silence. He began to complain about his reading speed. When he realized what he had read and watched, it was already too late.
"Khorne..." Tzeentch whispered in Blood God's ear, "Stop your entertainment first. Haven't you noticed that Angron has been silent for a long time?"
Angron? Don't know...
Khorne curled his lips and waved his hand to disperse the buzzing in his ears Tzeentch.
Tzeentch had no choice but to run to the other side of Slaanesh. Before he reached the entrance of the palace, he heard Slaanesh's high-pitched scream, and countless fishy-smelling waves rushed towards his face, driving his eyes into the distance.
"Well... these idiots..."
Tzeentch blinked hard and complained about the stupidity of other gods. Something strange had obviously happened, but these gods were unsuspecting.
In desperation, Tzeentch can only explain his discovery to Nurgle and seek his help. After all, the current Milky Way is not chaotic enough, and the barrier between reality and Warp It is still very thick. Only after the human species has gone from revival to hopeless decline, and their souls roared out with unparalleled despair, can the gods more easily exert their influence on reality and imprint the seeds of corruption on every living creature and the root of every civilization.
"Something is wrong now, Nurgle." Tzeentch said in a solemn tone. As an old the Riddler, he rarely gets to the point directly like this.
The last time Tzeentch spoke so bluntly, the Emperor sneaked in and Warp used all kinds of means to take away those Warp Essence that were precious to them. The Emperor used Warp Essence to create Primarch, and still wanted to owe the debt without paying it back., and even used Webway to completely close the connection between humans and Warp. This was a major event that shook the foundations of the gods. After all, Great Crusade almost killed all the Xenos civilization that worshiped the gods. In the future, if you want to enshrine souls, you can only rely on humans. Of course, Tzeentch will not say any riddles.
Nurgle also heard Tzeentch's serious attitude from this. He finally stopped picking at his body and sat upright with a slippery sound. "What's wrong? Isn't the current situation very clear? We are waiting for the opportunity to let Horus become Warmaster of Horus Heresy, interrupt the backbone of Imperium of Man's prosperity, and use the despair of the next tens of thousands of years to strengthen ourselves..."