Tzeentch and Ynnead were progressing too slowly. By the time they finally breached the fortress's outer wall, Boss Slick had already forged a new divine throne from the authority of hope guarded at its center.
He used Hols as the core-the Hols he had seized from Slaanesh, and the Hols in his own memories and Ovisus's memories. With all his own Warp power as the material, he infused it with Tzeentch's authority over hope and forged a new divine throne.
That was Boss Slick's plan.
The universe of Warhammer 40,000 was filled with pain, anger, and sorrow. Eternal war was its only theme.
How difficult it was to raise a divine authority called hope here... Boss Slick had never expected his experiment to succeed on the first attempt.
Like a sun, Hops, God of Hope, ascended his divine throne, his eyes as large as planets.
"Hops..." As Boss Slick spoke this god's true name, a flood of information entered his mind.
A god's birth transcended time, granting him existence across every timeline. That was why Hops, who had only just been born, had spoken with Boss Slick twice in the Warp long before this.
Because Hops represented hope, he could not reveal any flaws and let Tzeentch discover him in advance.
Why had Hops not told Boss Slick his true name during their first meeting? To conceal his purpose and avoid Tzeentch's notice.
At their second meeting, Boss Slick had already surpassed the level of a demigod. He could vaguely sense something special and different about Hops, but he had not known that this was the future god of hope.
Only through the intuition granted by his rank could Boss Slick sense that Hops was helping him for the sake of something immensely important. So he had accepted the weapon