A Blazing Sun Rising
In the Warp of the 40k timeline, the Chaos Gods are now preparing to exert their power for that pivotal moment in their destiny.
But at this very moment, cracks appeared in Tzeentch's Crystal Palace.
From these cracks, this Lord of Change saw something that truly filled him with Despair.
That was the destruction of the Warp.
Immediately afterwards, He summoned the other three gods.
"Gentlemen, I Prophecy something extremely unfavorable for us."
"Me too."
Tzeentch looked at Nurgle.
This ancient deity, who rarely performed divination, also uttered the same words.
"It wasn't something I divined or Prophecy; rather, a vision of the future appeared directly in my mind. We don't have many opportunities left."
"Lord of Changes, tell me what you Prophecy?" Slaanesh asked.
"I Prophecy the Despair and destruction."
"Don't exaggerate, Tzeentch! You and I both know very well that it's impossible for the Accursed to stand up!"
The Chaos Gods will neither let the Imperium perish nor let Imperium have an easy time; they will only make the Imperium suffer a fate worse than death, only in this way can they hold back the Accursed.
Only then can they profit.
"The Prophecy I'm about to speak of is from a different perspective."
What is it?
Buzz!
Before Tzeentch could finish speaking, all Chaos Gods suddenly felt a power that made them uneasy.
The four of them looked in the same direction, towards the Homeworld of the Imperium of Man, towards Holy Terra, where a black sun hovered.
That sun was originally calm and Despair, containing an unparalleled aura of destruction.
They were well aware of everything within the Warp, whether it belonged to the Four Gods or to the Chaos Undivided.
Once the Emperor of the Imperium of Man rises, once that black sun fully rises.
Then their only fate will be destruction.
But now the situation has changed, it has changed very much.
"Am I seeing things?" Slaanesh asked uncertainly.
Now, as He observes the transformation taking place on that Black Sun, even the Dark Prince cannot help but wonder if he has been too indulgent, resulting in a decline in his eyesight.
"Maybe all four of us are seeing things?" Tzeentch said.
Even Khorne, who was known for his fiery temper, remained silent this time, simply staring blankly at the sun.
Because now the surface of that black sun is covered with a layer of golden light.
But that's not the strangest thing. The strangest thing is that the golden light is constantly eroding the black sun.
This is so bizarre, it's beyond words.
As is widely known, the throne of the Dark King represents corruption and destruction.
But what about now?
Now the most absurd thing has happened: the thin layer of golden light that suddenly appeared on the surface of that Black Sun is actually eroding it.
This can no longer be explained by simply reversing the Heavenly Gang.
This is truly bizarre.
It's incredibly weird.
Even after existing for so long, the Chaos Gods had never witnessed such a bizarre scene.
"Is that person planning to burn down the black sun?"
Although Tzeentch was a Schemer, he was indeed quick-witted and hit the nail on the head, revealing the truth.
Nurgle agreed with his guess.
"Yes, it's quite clear that what that suddenly appeared gentleman wants to do now is burn the Dark King to death."
"But this is absurd, how could it be possible?"
Tzeentch couldn't believe this conclusion; it was common knowledge that Warp creatures were very difficult to kill.
In the entire universe, there are very few beings capable of killing Warp Daemon. Even the Accursed only acquired such power after being worshipped by humans for ten thousand years.
Another way to kill Warp Daemon is through positive authority.
If this condition had been applied 10,000 years ago, it might have held true. However, in the past 10,000 years, humanity's influence on the Warp has led to the near extinction of Positive Authority.
Even the portion treasured by the Chaos Gods was only for unforeseen circumstances.
He wanted to burn that black sun completely, and the Positive Authority and power he needed were enormous.
Do you still remember that other Lord of Change who suddenly appeared back then?
Nurgle suddenly uttered these words, and the other three gods all looked at the God of Life.
What do you mean by that?
Tzeentch considered a possibility, but he wasn't sure if it was true; if it were, it would be terrifying.
"If I remember correctly, the reason the four of us surrounded him was because of the Positive Authority he held."
"No, that's impossible! You were all there when I shattered the Sceptre!"
The mere mention of this possibility made Tzeentch like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
Impossible, absolutely impossible! The Authority of Hope was shattered by myself back then and thrown into the Well of Eternity!
Just like throwing away trash!
As for the part he secretly hid, it was simply not enough to burn the entire sun.
Moreover, the part he hid was locked at the very bottom of the Labyrinth.
"God of Wisdom and Miracles, who sits on the Throne of Hope, do you still remember what your power once meant, Lord of Change?"
Wisdom and Miracles.
Miracle is precisely turning the impossible into the possible.
"But how is that possible? Even if that wandering ghost suddenly crawled out from beneath the Well of Eternity, how do you explain the corresponding Positive Authority?!"
Tzeentch could not accept the possibility that Nurgle had suggested.
"Miracles never make sense, Tzeentch, just like you in the past, as the strongest of the Warp gods, you were also unreasonably strong."
At that moment, Tzeentch suddenly sensed something else.
At the same time, the other three gods also looked at him, especially Nurgle.
"I sense Despair in you, Lord of Change," Nurgle said.
He once forsaken death, filling the void with Despair to preserve the integrity of his power; therefore, the scent of Despair is now all too familiar to Nurgle.
"No, that's absolutely impossible!"
Tzeentch has gone mad, for he sees not only Despair, but also his Fated Death.
Fate was laid bare before him, crystal clear.
He was destined to die, and he would die by his own sword.
In that scene, he died by his own sword.
Who is wielding the sword?
He couldn't see clearly.
But the only thing he could see in that scene was a blazing sun rising slowly.
Tzeentch couldn't comprehend that scene.
"I'll contact Magnus right now and blow up Terra. We'll all go down together, even if it means we're both wiped out!"
But after trying for a long time, he couldn't reach the person at all and finally had to give up completely.
Clearly, Han Mingxuan's methods were effective.
"What should we do now?" Tzeentch looked at Nurgle, hoping to find some answer from the elder.
"Let's take a gamble."
"Bet? What kind of bet?" Tzeentch asked.
"We're betting that the other side doesn't have enough Positive Authority, betting that they can't completely erode that black sun."
"Can we win this bet?" Slaanesh asked.
"Your Grandfather is right. Success or failure hinges on this one move; you can't win without taking the gamble!"
"If we don't confront them, we'll surely die, so a battle is inevitable," Tzeentch made up his mind.
"You have a plan?" Khorne asked.
"Yes, I already have a complete plan."
"Tell me your plans, Lord of Change," Nurgle said.
"Do you still remember the method we Lord of the Ultramarines during the Siege of Terra?"
"That's just a projection of spacetime. Are you sure this method can really subdue that being?"
"Besides, the cost of doing so would be far too high; we can't afford it."
6,000 Vengeful Spirit.
"Don't forget, everyone, if that blazing sun rises, the entire Warp will be doomed."
"This isn't just about the four of us; it's about the entire Warp, involving all the Daemon and gods of the Warp."