The God of War and the Blood God

The moment the God of War descended, Sinleech unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

We've been waiting for this for ages, and finally, our most capable fighter has arrived!

Once the God of War arrives, things become much simpler; nothing becomes a problem.

There are no problems on the Webway now. With the God of War's combat power, those four maggots in the Webway can only be chased around.

For no other reason than that the God of War is a formidable fighter, an incredibly formidable one!

"Someone come here!"

"Your Chancellor, Prime Minister."

"Brew me a pot of the finest tea."

"Yes!"

Upon hearing that the Chancellor wanted tea, the officials of the Administratum immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Because the current Chancellor has a strange hobby: he likes to drink tea when he has free time.

The fact that the Chancellor wanted to drink tea at such an urgent time can only mean two things.

First, although the situation was urgent, the Chancellor still managed to maintain control.

Secondly, the current situation no longer poses a threat to the overall situation.

Either of these two pieces of news is absolutely wonderful.

"It seems he really has come."

"Yes, Huangpizi, our plan is now on the right track. How do you feel?"

I feel great now.

The Emperor was under considerable pressure recently due to the Dark King's sudden actions.

Although the Father of Night and the Imperium Chancellor joined forces, they suppressed the Black King with their Positive Authority.

But if the Dark King can move once, then he can move many times.

That is why the Emperor himself dared not slack off in the slightest.

But the moment the God of War descended, the situation changed dramatically.

The War God Weapon left the position that originally restricted the Black King, but because of the God of War's arrival, the amount of Positive Authority it possessed was greatly enhanced.

It's no exaggeration to say that he can now even move a little.

"I advise you not to act rashly, and don't forget the Edict of the End you yourself issued to the Grey Knights."

"I know that, Chancellor Excellency."

"You old deadbeat, you should just call me by my first name. Your flattery only makes me feel uneasy."

"This is truly my sincerity, Chancellor Excellency."

"Truly amazing, but truly amazing isn't enough."

That Huangpizi is really cunning.

Once his humanity begins to show, it means he has found someone he can exploit.

I never expected that they would even target me now.

"Alright, Sinleech, perhaps we should have a better plan for what comes next."

"Let's talk about what to do next after the battle is over."

"The War of the Webway are indeed over, but the Tyranids Wars continue, and that's the most important part of our entire plan."

As Sinleech spoke, he continued to reinforce the seal on the Emperor's throne.

What are you doing?

"Prevention is better than cure. Especially at this critical juncture, we can't afford any problems, especially with you being our biggest headache."

Seeing the other party's reaction and behavior, the Emperor could only sigh helplessly.

What can we do?

What else can we do?

After all, every Warp God knows just how powerful the Dark King is.

Therefore, Sinleech cannot be too cautious now.

"Do you think it'll be possible for me to stand up again after everything is over?"

Sinleech didn't speak, but his gaze towards the Emperor was extremely dangerous, and he had already picked up his Staff.

Bang! Bang!

He picked up his Staff and, without hesitation, struck the Emperor three times.

Why did you hit me?

"Didn't you just say you wanted to stand up? I'll break your legs right now!"

Sinleech said that, but his hands didn't stop moving.

Even if the Emperor has sat on the Golden Throne for ten thousand years, he has endured torture until now.

However, the Emperor still felt great pain when faced with the mysteriously acquired Staff in Sinleech's hand.

"Okay, okay, I won't get up."

"Get up when you feel like it, and don't get up when you don't. Do you think you can call the shots in the current Imperium of Man?"

Sinleech continued to strike the Emperor.

According to the information Sinleech obtained, the Emperor himself was unwilling to stand up for the sake of humanity.

But if he tries to stand up, it means the Black King has started to cause trouble.

Regardless of whether it's the Black King causing the trouble, we must first teach the Huangpizi a lesson; it's too dangerous, we have to deal with it.

After a full nine hours of pounding, the Emperor had lost all feeling in his legs.

Do you still remember now?

"I don't want to think about it anymore. I feel fine sitting down."

"You really don't want to get up?"

"Real."

That would be best.

In the Throne Room, Sinleech calmed the Emperor down.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Webway, the Chaos Gods were in an uproar.

When the power of Khorne descended, seeking to corrupt Nova.

At the critical moment, a power originating from the same source as the Blood God's power, but causing the Blood God unbearable pain, descended upon the Webway.

Khorne, I've come to find you!

The voice was exactly the same, but there was no madness in it.

However, after this voice appeared, the first thing the Warp Gods looked at was not Khorne, but Tzeentch.

The same voice, the same power, and the other's power was even purer and stronger.

This makes it hard not to be suspicious, and once suspicion arises, it implies a conspiracy.

As everyone knows, Tzeentch is a master of Tzeentch.

But Tzeentch immediately began to deny it.

"It wasn't part of the plan at all! I didn't know!"

Seeing Tzeentch's panicked state, the others turned their attention to Khorne.

Did you perhaps study with Tzeentch?

They were also somewhat baffled by this Khorne.

"This..."

Swish!

Before Khorne could speak, the War God Weapon had already slashed towards him.

Who are you?!

"Me? Can't you tell who I am?"

"I am who I was, and I am who I will be!"

"Today is your death day. Give up the struggle and offer your neck for execution!"

My past self?

Khorne didn't know what he would become in the future, but he knew who he used to be.

I used to be called the God of War.

It's exactly like the other version of myself standing in front of me right now, except that the other version of myself looks more positive.

But none of that matters. Once Positive Authority emerges, one's own existence as a collection of Negative Authority will inevitably lead to death.

"It seems today it's either you or me who dies."

"Prepare to die!"

The moment the God of War appeared, it boosted the morale of all human soldiers in the entire Webway by an unparalleled margin.

Even Trajann Valoris was incredibly surprised; he never imagined that there would be a positive image of a Blood God in the Warp.

Not to mention Trajann Valoris, even Ferrus Manus, who had already joined the Legion of the Damned, couldn't understand what was going on.

But what puzzled them even more was yet to come.

"Brothers, sorry to keep you waiting!"

"Lord Angron?!" Nova turned around abruptly and saw Angron arriving with his men.

"Haha, little brother Nova, it's been so long!"

"I hope I'm not too late."

"What a coincidence, Lord Angron."

"That's good, brothers, we..."

"Wait a minute!"

Angron had already taken up his weapons, ready to lead his Legions into battle in the Webway, when Trajann Valoris stepped forward.

"This Adeptus Custodes, do you have a question?"

Trajann Valoris looked at Angron standing in front of him; his demeanor was so different from what he remembered.

Gentle, magnanimous, and unstoppable.

If he hadn't been the Captain-General of the Adeptus Custodes, he wouldn't have known the profound disasters the Daemon Prince had caused to the Imperium of Man over the years.

He would even subconsciously greet the other person.

Even more absurdly, the Khorne Daemon Prince was still fighting on the battlefield.

Now Trajann Valoris looked at Angron, and he no longer had just one or two problems; he had a whole host of them.

"Sir... perhaps you should introduce yourself first."

"Isn't that obvious enough?"

Angron glanced at his most conspicuous Power Armour and the striking paint scheme of the warriors behind him.

Has nobody even remembered the XII Legion's Power Armour paint scheme?