He had blown up the Chaos Star the moment he ascended to godhood, flattening the Warp along with it. This was not solely the Dark King's power; the reason he could accomplish so much was simple.
Boss Slick had been infused with the power of the Tower of Creation. That power represented new life, creation, and beginnings, while the Divine Throne Boss Slick had ascended to was that of the Dark King, representing destruction, the end of the road, and endings.
The two powers contradicted and opposed each other. When they collided, the result was utter annihilation. Just like that, the Chaos Star and the entire Warp were gone.
The Daemons and ordinary gods within had died instantly. The chief gods had been blasted into fragments, though their consciousnesses would take a little longer to dissipate completely.
Boss Slick's consciousness was dissipating too. This time, he had poured in all his power and cheats. If he died this time, he would truly be dead...
But dying was worth it. He had blown the Warp to hell and given hope to every life in the universe, indirectly protecting his own universe, his world, and his loved ones.
This sacrifice was a feat beyond heroism. Though many knew nothing of his sacrifice, it still gave Boss Slick an immense sense of fulfillment.
My death took the gods of the Warp with it. How... romantic. This is so Waaagh! Even as his body and consciousness kept breaking apart, Boss Slick burst into laughter.
"You were deceived!" A fragment of Tzeentch struggled to float over to Boss Slick.
"Do you think the Old Ones are good? That they fought for the so-called lives of the entire universe?"
"Pah!! Would beings like us fight for insignificant mortals? For insignificant ants? Impossible!! Impossible!!!"
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