He knelt on the scorched earth, cracked and fissured, his body covered in burns of varying depths, green blood flowing continuously down his body.
His voice was filled with a grief and sorrow rarely seen in Orks.
Having been influenced by Lynn for a long time, he had long since broken away from the simple mindset of ordinary Orks who only knew killing and waaagh, and possessed a great deal of complex emotions that only humans have.
He understood what this Ritual of Annihilation represented, and what fate was the entire planet heading towards.
"Boss, it's all gone... everything is going to be gone."
Through a cross-dimensional spiritual connection, Lynn was able to truly capture Toothy's overwhelming sense of loss and despair.
But the situation is extremely urgent right now, and there is simply no extra time to do emotional reassurance.
His will was steady and firm, penetrating the numerous interferences of Chaos Psychic Power and entering the depths of Toothy's consciousness.
"This is not over yet."
" Toothy, Brevis won't be destroyed yet, we haven't lost."
Even though Toothy had personally experienced the terrifying, world-destroying power of the Ritual of Annihilation, when Lynn's divine voice resounded in his soul...
The almost completely extinguished flame of survival and resistance in his heart was rekindled.
Orks instinctively yearn to follow the strong, especially since Lynn had given him a second chance at life.
Even though reality was already bleak, he was still willing to believe in his boss without reservation.
"What do you want me to do, boss?" Toothy, struggling to lift his head, asked, despite his battered and bruised body.
Lynn did not speak immediately, but instead, across the distant Warp link, he completed the entire Divine Power Descent Ritual.
It transforms into a massive flow of information, continuously pouring into Toothy's mind.
The complex and obscure sequence of incantations and all the requirements for the container's mental state instantly merged into Toothy's mind.
After the information transmission was completed, Lynn's thoughts rang out again, his tone heavy.
" Toothy, are you even aware of this?"
Toothy looked around at the land that was being gradually melted away by the Psychic Power Mist, and chuckled softly. His hoarse laughter echoed across the devastated wilderness.
"This life was originally yours, boss."
After a brief pause, he thought of his two gods wandering in the Warp, and half-jokingly added a reminder:
"But you'd better watch out for those two in the Warp; they're very vengeful."
Lynn, who was in the subspace of the Warp, couldn't help but smile bitterly upon hearing this reminder.
Time was running out; the erosion from the Psychic Power Mist continued to intensify, and Toothy's remaining life was dwindling.
Toothy and struggled to her feet from the broken ground.
This initiation ritual itself does not require the user to possess exceptional Psychic Power talent; its core requirements are only two points.
To find someone who is willing to completely open their heart to Lynn and voluntarily surrender their entire body to divine power.
At the same time, the physical body itself possesses a sufficiently strong and resilient physical vessel, which serves as an anchor point, allowing Lynn's power to be briefly projected into the material world.
Ignoring the excruciating pain churning within him, he strictly followed the ritual procedures imprinted in his mind, uttering with difficulty a series of obscure and difficult incantations.
As the final words of the ceremony were proclaimed, they roared from his mouth:
"Let's offer a salute to the king's birth!"
The moment the words fell, the Psychic Power Mist that had replaced the clouds in the atmosphere was indeed drawn together by the ritual power and began to gather frantically.
Thick purple thunderclouds formed out of thin air above Brevis, with rolling Thunder churning and leaping within them.
One after another, thick, blinding bolts of purple Thunder tore through the sky and crashed down, striking Toothy Second Company.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The Thunder relentlessly pounded his body again and again, his flesh and blood being torn apart time and again by the violent divine power, only to be forcibly reshaped and regenerated by the magic of the ritual.
Nine strikes, each strike accompanied by nine bolts of Thunder.
Nine instants later, all eighty-one bolts of purple lightning were unleashed.
The moment the eighty-one bolts of Thunder struck, Toothy's original ordinary Orks self-awareness vanished like a candle flame that had burned out.
That not-so-tall Orks body began to expand and grow wildly.
A powerful and domineering aura, belonging to the power of Domination, rose steadily upwards from within this container.
Within the Warp interlayer, Lynn's 150-meter-tall Avatar of Domination erupted with a dazzling purple light.
A vast amount of divine power poured into the material universe along this newly established spiritual anchor.
In truth, Lynn himself wasn't entirely confident; he wasn't sure how to rely on such a hastily arranged and temporary arrival.
How many lives and how much land could Brevis save? He had to try with all his might.
The ceremony proceeded steadily forward, Toothy's body swelled all the way up to a height of nearly ten meters, with a faint purple-gold glow appearing on its Orks skin.
The construction of the anchor point in the mortal world is nearing completion, and the arrival of divine power is about to bring the task to a great finish.
But at this most critical moment, when life and death were at stake.
A burst of laughter, laced with endless mockery and malice, suddenly echoed throughout the entire Warp region where Lynn was located.
A half-illusory, half-real bird-headed, half-human-bodied phantom emerged from the surging Chaos currents.
It was not an incarnation of Tzeentch, but merely a projection of his thoughts that had traveled across distances.
But the distinctive bird-headed human body and the countless tiny, swirling pupils made Lynn and Rena, who was merged into the avatar, recognize the newcomer's identity at a glance.
Rena's will erupted furiously within the core that Avatar of Domination, filled with rage:
" God of Change, don't you have anything else to do?!"
Tzeentch's illusory form remained completely unperturbed. The countless tiny eyes covering his body blinked incessantly, their mocking intent echoing slowly through the Warp.
"Hehe, I have a lot to do."
"But now, the most important thing is to get your little lover back to where he belongs!"
Alarm bells rang instantly in Lynn's mind.
He immediately planned to forcibly interrupt the still unfinished descent ritual, mobilize his powers, and launch a fierce attack to shatter this sudden projection of Tzeentch's will.
But Tzeentch reacted faster than him.
The phantom extended a long, illusory finger.
In an instant, spatial distance ceased to exist, ignoring the barrier between the Warp and the material universe, and directly aimed at the brow of Lynn's 150-meter-tall Avatar of Domination.
bite!
The immense energy that had been desperately absorbed and frantically accumulated before the Ritual of Annihilation was instantly swept away and dissipated under this finger strike, like a giant pool of water pierced by a sharp blade.
An irresistible force struck Lynn's consciousness core as a conceptual entity.
Lynn's sense of self began to dissipate uncontrollably.
Everything that was happening in the Warhammer universe began to play out like a slideshow in reverse.