"Yes, it should be so." Tzeentch replied, "But new changes have occurred in the decided chess game."
"You mean Warmaster's competition?"
"Well... this counts, but it's not that critical." Tzeentch pondered, "Sanguinius's participation is not in my plan. He should become the emperor of the Second Empire instead of competing with his brothers here. He is not the kind of competitive character. Horus and Lion El'Jonson are enough."
"Well..." Although Nurgle symbolizes decay and stagnation, he is not stupid. He quickly understood that Tzeentch meant something else, "So Sanguinius is not actively competing with Warmaster? He was introduced by the Emperor as a cover to cover up his own purposes. Alas, using his own child as bait, what a cruel father."
Nurgle's indecision made Tzeentch feel sick. He resisted the urge to ridicule and continued, "And just now, I completely lost contact with Magnus. I can't see him or hear him. Although before the Emperor noticed the secret relationship between me and Magnus, but he can only temporarily block it and cannot permanently isolate my eyes. After all, Magnus's eyeballs were sacrificed to me. As long as I hold this, he can't get rid of me..."
"The Emperor hid him in a place that we don't know."
"And Angron... Although I have no expectations for that idiot, his calmness is also bizarre."
"Well..." Nurgle fell into silence after hearing this. He was thinking. Even in Warp, the time and space of Disorder, his thinking would be so long that Tzeentch could not bear it, so Tzeentch raised his hand and shot a ray of light at Nurgle, speeding up the operation of his thinking.
"I seem to have remembered something..." Nurgle said, and Tzeentch couldn't help but lean forward, "Mortarion and his legion are facing much greater pressure from the war, but his mind tells me that no one will support him. Some legions were inexplicably mobilized by the Emperor and gathered in another star field."
"Can you pinpoint the location?"
"Not for the time being, but I will let Typhus test Mortarion."
"I'm waiting for your good news."
Nurgle waved his hand and disappeared. Tzeentch's eyes flickered for a while and then fell into hesitation. He was thinking whether he should let the nails buried in Word Bearers play its role now.
Kor Phaeron...Erebus...
Will it be a waste to use it now?
Tzeentch looked at Lorgar. Primarchs, who was a fanatical believer, had an expressionless face, even with a sense of despair. All this happened because the Emperor ordered Roboute Guilliman to destroy Perfect City, who praised the Emperor.
"I have to prepare my backup plan..."
"We have to focus on the rear." Demiurge, who was hiding underground, reported the situation to Ainz, "Please forgive my incompetence, Lord Ainz, Imperium of Man Guild's advancement speed is too fast, even if I estimate them extremely high."
"It's okay Demiurge." Ainz in the crystal ball waved his hand, "Although our layout is useless under their artillery fire, we have gathered a large number of souls and made those dragons realize that Imperium of Man is a far more powerful hazard than us."
"Thank you for your kindness, Lord Ainz."
"Tell me about your plan. Why should you focus on the rear?"
"Lord Ainz, I followed your instructions to cultivate resistance forces in the Imperium of Man controlled area. Although it has never been large-scale, it has also become a bleeding wound. The enemy's soldiers are also moving back and stationed in newly built bunkers one after another. If you can give me more support, I can make this a second battlefield and delay Imperium of Man's attack as much as possible."
"Is that so... Then wait a moment."
The figure of Ainz disappeared from the crystal ball and reappeared after a while. He used a special teleportation item to send a crystal-like object to Demiurge.
"Master Ainz, what is this?"
"This is a prop made by the True Dragon Lordss using Wild Magic. It can greatly enhance the user's strength, but the price is to completely lose their mind and become a chaotic and brainless beast."
"Oh! This is really amazing! Master Ainz!" Demiurge said in surprise. He was not so excited because of the magical function of the prop, but he realized from this prop that Great Tomb and the Dragon Clan have closer cooperation. The arrogant True Dragon Lords was even willing to share Wild Magic's finished products with Master Ainz.
"Well..." Ainz nodded, "Just take it and use it as you like, we don't have enough here..." Ainz paused, "Do you know what those True Dragon Lords said? Imperium of Man wiped out more lives in one month than Eight Greed Kings There have been more s raging throughout the entire era. They have never seen such a dense influx of souls, and I have a hunch that this is just the beginning. The destruction of Ork Federation is doomed. I only hope that the remaining countries can delay Imperium of Man for one year before being wiped out... or even half a year."
"Lord Ainz!" Demiurge swore to Ainz, "Even if I die at the hands of those so-called Primarchs again, I will turn the back of Imperium of Man into a hell on earth so that they have no time to move forward!"
"It's good that you have this heart." Ainz nodded with satisfaction, and then interrupted the communication with Demiurge.
The crystal ball returned to calm. Demiurge took a deep breath. He left his secret room and walked to the upper level. Soon he came to a somewhat dim cave.
The lights here are all Demiurge soldiers who broke through Imperium of Man stationed at the village outposts. There are auxiliary troops, but more of them are mobilized soldiers. They have been transformed into living candles, hung upside down in the air, and a candle wick is inserted between their glued feet to slowly burn.
Some people were burned to the heart by the flames before dying in pain, while others wailed in pain for several days. Under these living candles were the good seedlings that Demiurge had found. They were all staunch anti-Imperium of Man ists who hated human beings even more than they cherished their own lives.
As soon as they saw Demiurge appear, these grotesque Abhumans dropped the bloody human flesh in their hands and knelt in front of him, looking at his masked face like a simple student looking at his life mentor.
"I have a good thing here that can help you get better revenge, but you will lose yourself after using it..." Demiurge took out the crystal that took tens of thousands of souls to form and showed it to these people, "Which of you is willing?"
Abhumans people raised their hands without hesitation, with the flames of revenge burning in their eyes.
Demiurge chuckled with satisfaction and led them to the edge of a city. He pointed at the newly built administrative fortress in the city but had not yet installed heavy weapons and said, "Destroy that place and let mankind feel the pain of family destruction and death."
Right in the center of the city, Angron, who can only move his head, is meeting a group of Imperium veterans.