The Lonely Arena

Why are you here?

"Would you believe me if I said I won by drawing lots?"

Within Slaanesh's domain, Han Mingxuan stood outside the Sixth Ring, watching the Dark Prince.

The current Dark Prince is far worse than the Dark Prince from the 30K era.

His energy was mixed and Chaos, even more degenerate than 30K era.

"Sir, perhaps we should have a talk."

"There's nothing to talk about between us. I'm not here to kill you today, you can rest assured about that."

"I'm here only to ensure that no one interferes in the struggle between the God of War and the Blood God."

Khorne must die at the hands of the God of War; only then can the rest of the plan proceed smoothly.

If someone intervenes along the way and changes the entire process, then no one knows what the final outcome will be.

He Han Mingxuan, has been at 40K long enough.

Now that it's confirmed that both the Legions and the gods can come, there's no time to hesitate any longer.

"Sir, I feel my blessing coming from you."

"From this, I can even infer that you and I have done business together before."

Why not now?

You'll understand these issues later; now is not the time to discuss them.

When Slaanesh finally arrives, Slaanesh will understand everything, and then it will be a matter between the two gods.

He, Han Mingxuan, can finally get some rest.

That's true, ever since he joined 40K, Han Mingxuan hasn't had a proper rest.

There was no way around it; the 40K Imperium was a complete mess.

There are very few people who are truly capable of great things.

Putting everything else aside, even if Malcador were here, the situation wouldn't be this complicated.

Unfortunately, the Malcador of this universe turned to ashes during the Horus Heresy. How tragic and lamentable!

"Alright, sir, I know I can't beat you."

Slaanesh's demon palace was completely shut down, and all the Greater Daemon and his armies fell silent.

All the Daemon knew that the man standing before them was the strongest in the universe.

The only saving grace is that this man is still somewhat willing to accept the choices of fate.

It's not like I'd throw them all away because I was unhappy.

Meanwhile, in Tzeentch's Crystal Labyrinth, Sinleech had already taken control of the Lord of Change.

"Listen, we are all the same. Think about it, the legacy of a fallen god."

"If we can get there in time, we can split the spoils. You won't have to kill me; you'll become stronger than before."

"You really haven't given up on your wicked intentions. Well, when I used to call myself the Lord of Changes, I had the same mentality as you."

Sinleech instantly appeared in front of Tzeentch and grabbed him.

"What... what are you planning to do?!"

Tzeentch now sees that Sinleech is starting to react with stress.

What's more, the other party was so close to him.

I'm going to make you behave.

The Lord of Changes didn't understand what Sinleech meant by telling him to behave, but he understood the next moment.

"Are you crazy?! This is the Well of Eternity!"

"Of course I know this is the Well of Eternity. If it weren't for the Well of Eternity, I wouldn't have brought you here."

"You... you won't kill me, right?"

Sinleech nodded, and the Lord of Changes instantly breathed a sigh of relief, but only half a sigh of relief.

Because the next moment, the Imperium Chancellor placed half of the Lord of Change's body into the mouth of the Well of Eternity.

"You... you're insane! What are you trying to do!"

"Do you know what's at the bottom of the Well of Eternity? If I fall in, you won't get a single bit of my remaining power!"

"Of course I don't know what's at the bottom of the Well of Eternity, but I think if you try anything funny again, I wouldn't mind letting you die here."

According to Sinleech's plan, regaining power would definitely be the last thing he did.

Only when Tzeentch is driven to a dead end will he have nowhere to retreat and will he stop resorting to tricks and schemes.

Just like when I was making 30,000.

I was forced into a corner and had no other choice but to compromise with Mr. Han in order to save my life.

Only by driving the other side to the brink of despair can their schemes be forced into a fair and square confrontation.

"Pull me up first, and I won't get involved in this!"

"There's no way I'm going to pull you out. Until this is over, you'll just have to stay halfway down the well."

"Are you crazy? Aren't you afraid I'll fall?"

"Whatever, I don't care."

Beyond the Nurgle's Gardens, the Emperor's flames burn fiercely.

The Nurgle could only hide in the Garden of Nurgle.

Is this Chaos Gods afraid of the Emperor?

The answer remains to be seen.

Things are different now; the Dark King has gradually become fuel.

The power boost granted by the Dark King is gradually diminishing for those the Accursed.

But Nurgle, as the oldest god, thought about more things, and he was more bound by the rules of fate.

The death of the Blood God was already a foregone conclusion; there was no need for him to antagonize the Accursed at this time.

Moreover, if he intervenes at this time...

Then the Father of Night will surely come and skin him alive.

It's not worth the risk.

Brass Arena, the God of War looked at the Blood God.

"You have no reinforcements left to help you."

"I used to think you would fight me fair and square, but now it seems you've resorted to underhanded tactics."

Do you think I won't fight you just because there are no reinforcements?

The God of War shook his head. "As your past and future, I have no doubt about your courage."

Similarly, as your past and future, I am more accustomed to taking control of the overall situation before engaging in battle.

This is both strategy and tactics.

"Enough talk, let's see what we've got!"

The battle between the God of War and the Blood God has begun.

But their rivalry is a matter on a higher level.

What the Space Marines could see was a battle between the Daemonhood Angron and the Angel of Red Sand.

"Kill!"

With a roar, the Daemon Primarch charged forward, its target clear: its uncorrupted self.

Following behind the Daemon Primarch were the Space Marines who had already embraced Chaos.

He is a veteran of the World Eaters who has lived since the Great Crusade.

Angron was equally resolute, charging alongside the Primarch and engaging in fierce battles within the arena.

Almost instantly upon engaging in battle, Angron sensed the rage within the Daemon Primarch.

This anger and Desire nearly caused Angron to lose his composure.

At that moment, he gradually understood why the version of himself in front of him was so angry and so insane.

I will personally end your suffering.

The Angel of Red Sand has become a mature Primarch, and he is adept at using his abilities.

Perceiving others' emotions is an innate ability, but for the Angel of Red Sand now, it has become an active skill.

As long as the capability is controllable, it is safe.

This means that Angron will not let his mind be consumed by unrestrained emotions.

Transcending time and space, two different fates of a Primarch converge at this moment.

The outcome will surely be decided at this moment.

Angron's objective is clear: he wants to end the suffering of the Daemonhood, but he will not simply cut off their heads.

The Angel of Red Sand are merciful no matter what.

The self in this world was consumed by anger, ultimately falling into Daemon.

Angel of Red Sand could give him was a final, lucid death.

This was his final act of mercy.