Tzeentch

Immediately afterwards, Khorne's true form appeared in the Warp, still seated on the Brass Throne.

However, at this moment, he openly showed his scars to the other three gods present.

"Look at the scars Nuceria gave me."

The three gods cast their gazes over, and immediately their eyes felt a stinging pain.

"No! Why do you still retain this damned power!" Tzeentch cried out, hiding in the deepest part of the Labyrinth.

"Don't be scared out of your wits, Tzeentch. It's obvious that He didn't leave behind that portion of His authority; only a tiny wisp of that authority's power found Him."

Nurgle's voice wasn't fearful, but it was very somber.

"Yes, right then and there, on Nuceria, Mr. Han's most prized student, pierced my armor with a single sword strike, and that's how I got this."

Khorne out and ripped his own arm off.

He then repelled all Warp forces around the arm, and the wound began to expand rapidly.

In less than three breaths, the severed arm was burned to ashes by the golden-red power.

And within those ashes, only a tiny glimmer of light, no bigger than a pinhead, remained.

Gold and red represent honor and justice, war and courage, and Great Dreadnought sacrifice.

"At that moment, I could sense that the power emanating from that the Juror was not something he should possess; it was the Warp responding to him and amplifying him at maximum intensity."

"And I got this, something I used to throw away."

What truly surprised Khorne was that if he used Warp power to reshape an arm, the scar would reappear in its original place.

In other words, what Sevatar said at that time was the voice of that long-abandoned authority.

In the name of honor and justice.

If Sevatar had been a little more accurate, he would have beheaded himself.

Khorne knew that if he died at that time, he would truly die, and what would kill him would not be a human, but his former self.

"Then why can't you just throw it away again?" Tzeentch reappeared, somewhat gritting his teeth.

"I can't let go of it, I can't do anything about it."

Khorne's words silenced the Four Gods once more.

They sensed something very clearly in that trace of authority.

That was something from Nostramo, or more precisely, something that only Han Mingxuan possessed.

That was a fire lit by that ancient idealist in this damned, dark universe.

But they couldn't extinguish the fire, because that being was far, far superior to them.

"Because of that Han guy? I'll go kill him right now!" Tzeentch said, about to send out his Greater Daemon subordinates.

"If you dare touch Mr. Han, I'll dismantle your Labyrinth right now!"

Similarly, the figure of the Keeper of Secrets appeared and disappeared intermittently.

"Enough, Tzeentch." Nurgle looked at Khorne: "What are your thoughts?"

"Perhaps we can reclaim our former power, improve ourselves, and with people like Mr. Han and the legacy he left behind, we won't fall into such a predicament again."

"Coward! Sevatar is right, you're not only uncultured, you're a hypocritical coward!"

"Tzeentch, everything is in flux, and there is hope, isn't there?" Nurgle said.

"Shut up! You Warp zombie! You dare talk about hope?!"

"What do you know? This damned world is a cesspool! There's no hope in it!"

"It was you! You were the first to abandon death! You were the first to relinquish your authority! You were the first to act like a coward!"

"Now you're listening to that terrified warmonger spouting nonsense, saying he wants to reclaim his former power and become perfect?!"

"We've all become cowards! We've all become maggots in this cesspool!"

Even if you get up now, a maggot is still a maggot. The entire Warp and even the Realspace will not say that you are a prodigal son who has returned home!

We have no choice but to go down this path to the bitter end!

In fact, Nurgle could see that among the four gods present, the one he feared most was not Khorne, but Tzeentch.

All four of them were well aware of the Positive Authority they each represented; unfortunately, Tzeentch represented hope and wisdom.

But nowadays, Tzeentch has turned wisdom into intrigue and deceit.

All that remains is endless change and confusion.

As for the Authority of Hope?

I have no idea where he broke it up, crushed it, or threw it away.

But they all understood a simple truth.

The gods of the Warp have two sides: hope and Despair.

Once upon a time, Tzeentch abandoned hope, leaving Despair to the world.

In the current situation, if the Authority of Hope were to appear alive and well before Tzeentch, all that would be left for Tzeentch is Despair.

Of the four, the Dark Prince, who was born last, understood.

No one else could honestly face their former power.

Among them, the Tzeentch were the most egregious.

Because the Authority of Hope that Tzeentch holds is the greatest thing in the whole world.

Hope is Miracle.

When you give your all and truly fulfill your efforts and responsibilities with courage, kindness, compassion, and love.

Then hope will appear, Miracles will happen again!

Therefore, the positive authority in Tzeentch's hands is the greatest, most unfathomable, and most alluring thing in the entire world.

That is why it takes immense courage to relinquish the Authority of Hope.

To reclaim the Authority of Hope is tantamount to suicide, and then to piece oneself back together.

Only Tzeentch himself knew the pain he endured.

"Let's put the matter of those Necrontyr aside for now."

Nurgle left those words behind and then departed.

Khorne's arm grew back, but the scar still caused him pain.

The youngest Slaanesh looked at Tzeentch's position but ultimately said nothing.

As for the Tzeentch...

At this moment, he was looking at his unparalleled Labyrinth.

But he's going crazy right now.

He was searching for an answer in Labyrinth he had created that he believed would never have one.

I'm looking for an answer to this question.

But he was ultimately going to be disappointed.

Because there is only one answer there.

That was Han Mingxuan's answer, clear, unbreakable, and penetrating his Labyrinth.

"No! This is all fake! This is all wrong!"

This isn't the answer I'm looking for! This isn't it!

At the same time, Solemnace.

The preparations of the Necrontyr were utterly ineffective.

Because everything was calm and peaceful.

"Are we just being overly worried?"

"I hope so, but the most important thing is that our people are awake by now."