Chapter 418 The God of Poverty chooses the real fragrance
Growing out of the mud without being stained, washing in the clear water without being coquettish, not everything is like the lotus, which can be clearly distinguished from the environment and not be stained by the slightest bit of dirt.

The reason why the Warp is called the Sea of ​​Souls is that any creature with a soul can cause fluctuations in the Warp.

As a breeding ground for evil gods, whenever there are huge emotional fluctuations, tides will be created in the subspace. Under the impact of this repeatedly surging force like the tide, the evil gods are born.

Life, wisdom, courage, love, and even the Emperor who most likely symbolizes rebirth and destruction, all correspond to the supreme throne in the Warp, and they are also eternal prisoners on this throne.

The most powerful aspect of the evil god is the unstoppable corruption of the rule system, which cannot be reversed by his own will alone.

For example, sadomasochism represents indulgence in desires. You and others can provide him with strength by finding a place to have a party. You can also provide him with strength by having an intimate relationship with your lover and finally getting married. Unless all creatures become soulless machines like the Necrons, the evil god will never perish.

As an expert in stirring up trouble in the galaxy, Tzeentch will get involved in any fun thing he encounters, even if it does him no good at all, and he will always say at the end that it was all part of the plan.

Stubbornness is a common trait of Warp entities, and the Emperor and Tzeentch take this trait to the extreme.

As the god of wisdom and witchcraft, he had already arrived at the scene when Blackwatch raided the greenskins' hometown, and he personally appeared to open the curtain for this big show.

Looking at the empty Colosseum that had been led away by Gao Mao, the heavily armored boss who had previously fought a life-and-death battle with the evil orc Nasus suddenly moved. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, he resurrected on the spot and picked up the head that had rolled to the side.

"Ahaha! My choice of entertainment, you never expected that I would be watching you from behind."

"Now that those two green-skinned fools have left, this area belongs to me, Tzeentch! How can the wisdom of mere mortals compare with that of the God of Wisdom?"

"Hey hey hey"

"Hey hey hey"

"..."

The two looked at each other, and both sides felt an indescribable embarrassment. Looking at the orc boss next to him, who was emitting cold golden light, the blue big Gugu, who had also transformed into an orc, broke out in a cold sweat and couldn't help but speak the orc's native language:
"Waaaagh, you, yellow-skinned man, when did you come?"

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"What? I'm not a yellow-skinned person. I'm a green-skinned alien who can only scream. What nonsense are you talking about? I don't understand."

While this useless creature was stunned, the emperor with a green face and a black heart drew out the flaming sword and pierced it directly through the heart, nailing this unpleasant alien to the ground, and then repeatedly beat the incarnation of the evil god that had not yet dissipated.

When a man looks like the Emperor and behaves in the same shameless way, then he is undoubtedly the Emperor. At least that's what Tzeentch thought.

At the last moment before the avatar dissipated, looking at the human woman walking out of the gap in the webway, Tzeentch finally realized who was in front of him:
"Fuck, why did you run out?"

Before the chaotic alien in front of him could say his name, black flames gushed out from inside out, directly turning it into a handful of meaningless ashes.

Seeing that his death was approaching, this Tzeentch incarnation seized his last chance and uttered the wise words:

“This is all in my plan.”

Dust to dust, earth to earth. Shaking off the ashes on the greatsword, the "Emperor" revealed his true form. His long, smooth black hair was followed by a heroic and extraordinary beautiful face, especially his gentle smile. Even the most picky people would praise him and say that he is a disaster to the country and the people. "You are still too impatient. Why don't you wait until that kid blows up the webway before showing up? Now is not the time for us to show up."

Dodging the flesh and blood tentacle that was twisting repeatedly on the ground, Erda looked unhappy. Even though it was not the first time he saw it, he still felt physically uncomfortable with this strange power, and he also felt disgusted with its owner, Hogg.

"Alas, you don't know. When I first saw that alien wanderer, I reminded Neos to destroy him as soon as possible. Now, this guy has grown to this extent. We no longer have a chance. You know, I..."

"brush,"

A flash of sword light appeared, and the black sword that had killed the incarnation of Tzeentch before was across Yuldar's neck, just a hair's breadth away from severing his head:

"Shut up. I don't care about your previous grievances, but the Primarch is also my descendant. I will not allow anyone to criticize them."

Gently pushing away the sword blade, Erda was helpless about this capricious new boss. This was not what he said when he came here before. Didn't he say that he would wait behind and take the opportunity to occupy a piece of territory in the subspace?

"I was obviously the one who came first!"

Having failed once, Erda was unwilling to let go of this opportunity. He thought that he might as well protect his son. At least he was better than that bastard Neos, the damn yellow-skinned guy.

In order to relieve his anger, Elda, who knew that Mara would not kill him, took out a book called "Black Light Holy Words" signed by Little Deer Ice Cream, and used the various negative information about the emperor in it to vent his resentment, and repeatedly muttered some weird words like "You yellow-skinned man, you deserve to die."

Seeing this guy reminiscing about the past again, the "Emperor", that is, Mara, took back the sword. For her, it was good for her subordinates to have ideas. It was just a few jokes. She couldn't kill them. If she did that, what would be the difference between herself and Neos?
He raised his hand and sprinkled black fire. As the fire grew more and more intense, both the green-skinned corpses and the messy buildings were turned into ashes and dissolved in this ownerless land.

Only those flesh and blood tentacles persisted for a moment, then condensed into pieces of psionic crystals shining with scarlet light and scattered among them.

Upon discovering that the disgusting thing that made him feel uncomfortable before could actually turn into a valuable psionic crystal, Erda immediately put down the Book of Holy Words, took out a big bag, and lay on the ground and stuffed it in desperately, completely losing the airs of the mastermind that he had before.

Seeing his ally in such a disgraceful state, Mara snorted coldly and said sarcastically:
"Can't you pay attention to your image? This territory is ours after all. Don't let anyone see us and laugh at us!"

"Shut up, you think you are still the master of the human empire? If you want something, just open your mouth and there will be countless cans to fight for you."

"My Lord, you don't know how expensive firewood and rice are until you take charge of the household. Since I followed you, I have been hungry for nine meals out of three days. If I were not an immortal who would not starve to death, I would have long since found another master."

After these words were spoken, Mara's face turned red with anger. God knew why all human beings became corrupt after he woke up. He was obviously the master of mankind, and it was already an honor for them to be given a chance to surrender, but they still wanted benefits.

Seeing his only subordinate busy picking up the goods, Mara knew he was in the wrong and wondered why he was so poor. He had clearly chartered a cargo ship and was ready to do business and earn his first pot of gold, but who knew that the goods would be stolen by the damn subspace demons.

"You are a good devil, but you are doing this, damn thief, don't let me catch you."

Seeing that Erda had already filled a sack, Mara didn't say anything, but he honestly bent down and picked them up. Touching these shiny little treasures, Mara finally followed his nature and hummed:
"It's so fragrant!"

(End of this chapter)