Khorne

Currently, Han Mingxuan is undoubtedly the most captivating player for Solemnace.

The main problem is that this is the first time he's imbued so many individuals with souls, and he's overdone it a bit.

It felt like I'd stayed up all night and then couldn't fall asleep, and couldn't wake up properly either—it was incredibly uncomfortable.

"Old Han? Old Han?"

"Stop arguing, yawn~ Quick, give me some calming and sleep-inducing methods, I'm about to break down."

Collapse?

Broken!

Is Old Han going to get into trouble?

Well!

Old Han, oh Old Han.

My brother, you're just too impulsive!

How tragic!

"Don't look so sad. I just can't fall asleep and I can't wake up, that's why I'm feeling unwell."

"Let me get some sleep already."

Hearing this, Trazyn placed his hand in front of Han Mingxuan with some skepticism. Then, a strange magnetic field appeared, and Han Mingxuan gradually began to fall asleep.

"Get a good night's sleep, my brother."

"Mr. Han is very righteous," Imotekh said.

"It seems Old Han is alright, but we might be in bigger trouble next."

Is there a problem?

"This is big trouble," Jia said.

"Jia, just say what you have to say already, don't keep dragging it out like you're squeezing toothpaste, it's driving me crazy."

"The current situation is this: although we have taken measures to prevent Warp contamination against our people in the Tomb World..."

"However, the sudden appearance of such a massive number of souls in the Warp is bound to attract the attention of those vermin."

Fortunately, the C'tan was shattered into pieces and sealed away; otherwise, things would have been even more complicated.

"It's alright, I brought the army," Imotekh said.

"How did you manage to bring the army here so secretly?"

"Trazyn, I'm not some blinded fool like you. Without thorough preparation, all our efforts will only benefit others."

"Ha, you metal undead, you think I wasn't prepared?"

"Solemnace, awaken! Hope still remains for the Necrontyr!"

"For the hope and future of our people, let us wipe out all those scum who dare to disturb the clarity of our compatriots!"

Buzz!

Solemnace's Forced Awakening Protocol was activated by Trazyn, and the remaining half of the Necrons in the entire Tomb World also awoke from their slumber.

At this moment, the entire Solemnace awoke.

In the Warp, as half a Dynasty of the Necrontyr revived, their souls Echo immensely in both the Realspace and the Warp.

This Echo came from ancient times, from the deepest part of the Warp, carrying the fear of the Warp's former inhabitants, and reverberated throughout the entire Warp.

This intense tremor was felt by all four gods within the Warp.

"It's him again," Tzeentch said.

"What did he do?!"

He Resurrection the Necrontyr.

Quiet.

The question and answer between Khorne and Tzeentch brought an answer that silenced the entire Warp.

Have the Necrontyr Resurrection?

Could it be that we've reached the end of our lives?

Is it possible to combine High Gothic?

"You Tzeentch villain, prepare to die!"

Khorne doesn't care about all that.

He only knew that it was impossible to Resurrection the Necrontyr.

Now the impossible has become possible, and only Tzeentch possesses this power!

It can only be Tzeentch!

Today, no matter what, He must give an explanation.

Otherwise, let His damned Labyrinth burn before the Necrontyr break in!

"Stop! This has nothing to do with him."

It is Nurgle.

The oldest of the four deities.

"You're going to vouch for Him?!"

"It's not that I'm vouching for Him, it's just the truth, nothing more."

"Calm down, this whole thing has absolutely nothing to do with that Schemer."

"You Premature One actually came."

It is well known that Khorne and Slaanesh have never been on good terms.

Therefore, Khorne would not treat Slaanesh well.

"Hehehe, you're such a pitiful creature, half-attached to the toilet. I wonder if you'll be able to stand up once the Accursed sits on the toilet?"

"Prepare to die!"

"Enough!"

It's exhausting to tolerate Nurgle.

Despite such a massive upheaval in the universe, these youngsters are only thinking about fighting.

How does one become a god?

"Now we need to decide how to deal with this change, Tzeentch, what's your opinion?"

"Hold your troops still, Grandfather," the Tzeentch said with unusual humility.

Joke.

Although the four of them don't get along normally, when it comes to matters that threaten their very existence, they will definitely listen to the eldest.

After all, even Tzeentch's wisdom couldn't solve this situation.

Now they can only place their hopes on the eldest god among them, hoping that time has not eroded all his wisdom.

"Let's do it this way."

"Those are the Necrontyr! If we don't act now, we'll never have another chance!"

"It is precisely because they are Necrontyr that we cannot act," Tzeentch said.

"Oh? Are you just waiting for them to run into the Warp and turn the entire Warp into a wasteland?"

"Calm down, you butcher. It seems Mr. Han's student was right; you really are uneducated."

"If you wish, I can have Slaanesh the Beasts give you a cultural education."

"Shut up, you Premature One!"

"Calm down, Khorne. Because of Mr. Han's existence, everyone's fate is now uncertain."

"At this moment, in this world, apart from Mr. Han himself, we are all like a small boat adrift in the Mist."

"So this is your reason for advising us to be at the mercy of others? You Schemer, you should just die!"

"Etc."

Slaanesh suddenly spoke, and then his form appeared in the Warp. His gaze was fixed on Khorne's location, his eyes filled with surprise and a playful smile.

Haha! Haha! What are you afraid of!

Buzz!

The Prince of Pleasure revealed the truth in a single sentence, and the Warp responded.

At this moment, the most authentic reaction in the Warp confirmed what Slaanesh had said: this most fearless Chaos Gods was now afraid.

"Fear! Fear to your heart's content! Believe me, you will become the most outstanding Daemon Prince under my command!"

Khorne fell silent; the slight wound on Nuceria had yet to heal to this day.

The burning pain was even greater than the damage inflicted by the Accursed.

"What happened, child?"

At this critical juncture, when life and death were at stake, Nurgle, as the elder, remained the pillar of support.

"You don't understand," Khorne said.

"In Nuceria, Tzeentch, that treacherous villain, only sent an avatar; Slaanesh was trapped deep within the Warp by Tzeentch's schemes."

"As for you, Nurgle, what you were severed by the power of death was merely a phantom."

"But I am different from you. At that time, I did everything in my power to bring my true form to Nuceria, because fate had decreed it, Angron could not afford to fail."

"But it is precisely because of this that I have changed so much."