He deliberately reversed the flow of his immeasurable divine power and slammed it into the absolute conceptual core of his identity as the "God of Magic."
Tzeentch killed himself.
With a piercing crash like countless mirrors shattering at once, Tzeentch's immense divine body collapsed in an instant. He gave Liu Zhipeng no chance to attack. In an act of utter brutality and finality, he forcibly dismantled his own consciousness.
The mighty Chaos God split his essence into 999,990,000 tiny fragments. Stripped of any physical manifestation of energy, these fragments became pure "paradoxes," "schemes," and "lies."
From a distance, the fragments resembled countless invisible moths of the void, flickering with a faint blue glow. The instant they came into being, they scattered like a terrifying storm into the Warp's endless turbulence and folded dimensions.
As long as living beings in this universe still told lies, as long as schemes still brewed in the shadows, Tzeentch would never truly die. Over the long ages, his fragments would slowly gather strength, waiting for the day in the distant future when they could come together again.
But this came at a profoundly miserable price.
For countless eons to come, Tzeentch would completely lose his vast form as a Chaos God. He had lost the ability to interfere with the material universe and the right to compete for supremacy in the Warp. The once-exalted Lord of Change could only become a pitiful background presence, hiding in the shadows and clinging to existence, someone even a high-ranking Greater Daemon would dare to criticize.
To preserve the dignity of thought, he had shattered his own throne.
Now, the once-crowded battlefield had become strangely empty.
Khorne stood there alone.
The god of war, blood, and endless rage stared fixedly at Liu Zhipeng. His chest heaved violently, and almost