Tzeentch glared furiously at Khorne behind the Emperor. That slaughter-obsessed brute had actually tripped Tzeentch up at the most critical moment!
In truth, the Emperor only needed to stand up to become a god instantly, completing the Chaos Star! Tzeentch would win outright.
"The curtain must not fall yet. I wish to see more battles, and fiercer ones." Khorne glared right back at Tzeentch.
Tzeentch looked deeply displeased. The plan had gone awry yet again. Tzeentch stared coldly at Khorne, their gazes clashing with fierce sparks. In the end, Tzeentch looked away.
With a cold laugh, Tzeentch said, "Change is part of the plan as well. The final outcome will remain the same."
As the wars across the Galaxy grew in scale and intensity, Khorne grew stronger with them. In Tzeentch's view, confronting Khorne head-on under the current circumstances would be unwise.
Space within a five-light-year radius of Terra had been completely gouged out, leaving nothing but pitch-black emptiness.
In a dimension invisible to mortals, Khorne and the Emperor combined their power to open up a new battlefield.
For the sake of fairness, Khorne even divided the battlefield into tiers, ensuring that each group faced opponents of roughly equal strength.
For instance... Abaddon was staring at Boss Copperhead before him, deep in thought. His power had reached its peak after he entered the skies above Terra.
Horus's power had been reborn within him, making Abaddon stronger with every passing second and transforming him into a demigod, practically Horus resurrected.
Intoxicated by this immense power, Abaddon had challenged Guilliman directly. As the leader of the Chaos legions, he felt it only natural to square off against the Imperium's current Lord Regent.
The gulf between their strength was enormous. Within a dozen or so exchanges, Abaddon had driven Guilliman back again and