The Shit-Stirrer Tzeentch

At this moment, outside the Garden of Decay, the endless armies of Tzeentch had completely surrounded the territory of their ancient enemy.

Ninety-nine Lords of Change led nine hundred and ninety-nine Tzeentchian armies in an onslaught of destruction.

If an army of Tzeentchian daemons of this size appeared within the Solar System, then even if humanity resisted with all its strength, it would likely be utterly drowned beneath those overwhelming hordes.

However, with the veil standing in the way, Warp creatures had to pay a price to descend into the material universe.

Even if Tzeentch's followers sacrificed their lives in the material universe, they could not possibly summon even a tenth as many Tzeentchian daemons.

The massive Tzeentchian assault had also provoked extreme dissatisfaction among Nurgle's forces.

Not long ago, they had briefly reached a truce. The four gods had joined forces to attack the damaged Webway beneath Terra, leaving the Emperor unable to attend to both matters at once or break free.

They were not at all surprised that those damned Tzeentchian bastards had gone back on their word and betrayed the agreement, because that was simply their innate nature.

Tzeentch's daemons excelled at toying with hearts and minds, constructing deceptions, and deceiving others through the most insidious means.

The more exquisite the conspiracy and the more ingenious the deception, the more it pleased the Lord of Change.

Thus, every Tzeentchian daemon was skilled at wrapping the essence of despair in hope. The moment you succeeded under their guidance was precisely the moment hope shattered and despair emerged.

"How dare you trespass into Grandfather's domain? Crawling vermin of Tzeentch, this shall be your resting place."

"Since you have come, do not leave."

Among the hastily united Nurgle armies, an exceptionally enormous Great Unclean One shifted its mountain-like body, spraying