+In the war between gods, there is often no place for the common people. +
＋But War in Heaven is the exact opposite.＋
+Endless flames of war burned the high wings of the gods, and the corpses piled up on the mountains and seas formed the steps leading to the golden throne: the distance between gods and humans has never been so close, the crown will fall from the clouds, and a new master may emerge from the ashes. +
+It was a primitive, wild era full of endless possibilities and rules. It was an era that would never appear again even if we looked at the future of the Milky Way for tens of thousands of years. It was an era that had nothing to do with you, but your path and future were predetermined long ago. +
＋That's when the gods were born. ＋
＋It is also the time when they die. ＋
A change that is difficult to perfectly describe in human language is quietly happening on the Dark Prince's charming and seductive face, like a snake shedding its scales, or like the background boards of an open-air party changing their colors: the old features slowly fade away, and a brand new face appears from the brow to the jaw.
Morgan stared at Him, not daring to be distracted but not too involved either. Her mind was still groggy from the history that had just been injected into it, and the darkness around her was still poking her skin: Even for the Spider Queen who was able to independently command an apocalyptic-level war, the current situation was indeed a bit too bad.
But she still has reasons to persevere.
But more importantly...
The Primarch tilted her head, and the light in her pupils showed that she was thinking very quickly: the Dark Prince's new face made Morgan feel extremely uneasy, more disgusting than the Emperor's face and her own face, but there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
She had certainly seen this face: but she had forgotten to whom he belonged.
It was strange: thin, handsome, with grey eyes and short blond hair.
etc……
The Primarch's pupils widened.
And when the Spider Queen looked at the Dark Prince again, her face, which had been trying hard to remain cold, was now filled with uncontrollable anger.
[You think it's funny to provoke me with my dead brother? ]
＋I'm just scared.＋
Crouching on the ground like a cat, the Dark Prince leaned forward. Although His movements were not large, his huge body still gave the Primarch a shocking feeling like a mountain. When Morgan instinctively took a step back, the vicious and fragrant breath had already trapped his shoulder bones.
【Fear?】
The Primarch tried his best to remain calm.
【What are you afraid of? You are a genuine god. 】
＋What a shame: However, the nature of the galaxy is that things don’t always go as planned. ＋
【……】
What the hell is He talking about?
Morgan narrowed his eyes.
It took her a second to figure out what the word "offspring" meant.
For a moment, the Spider Queen didn't know whether to quietly pass over the topic or respond to the Dark Prince with a sneer: but before she could make a decision, the anger in her heart had already activated the Primarch's counterattack program.
【It's a pity.】
The Primarch sneered.
[Not to mention that I have enough children with my blood: how can a mixture of two pieces of silver be better than real gold? ]
＋Indeed, no: but the beauty of the Warp is that it is omnipotent. ＋
The Dark Prince spread his hands.
+ Moreover, you two brothers are more than silver, and your father is not even gold [now]: if there is a creature with your blood flowing in it, its power would be comparable to Asuryan and Cain even in the vast ocean. +
[Is this... a compliment?]
＋Of course. ＋
[Please forgive me for being skeptical.]
The Primarch's brow twitched.
[Although I have never had the pleasure of meeting any of the Eldar gods (Morgan herself admired her calmness when she said this), several of my brothers did have some unpleasant experiences with gods such as Khaine: judging by the results of the war, being comparable to Asuryan and Khaine is not a compliment.]
＋Why should we use the volume of a single ice cube to measure the entire iceberg? ＋
Slaanesh raised a hand.
+ Mortals fighting alone are the most insignificant dust in the galaxy, but when they unite for a purpose, your father can use them to build a galactic empire from scratch: you have witnessed the creation of miracles with your own eyes. +
+The same is true for gods. Even a fragment is enough to confront you, the Primarchs. Why do you doubt their heyday? I can tell you right now, my hungry, ignorant little cutie. +
＋Whether it is Asuryan, Khaine, or the gods of the Eldar who are as famous as them, they are all powerful beings, comparable to the Star Gods or ourselves: the war between me and them is not easy, but my victory has long been written by fate. ＋
【interesting.】
Morgan nodded: choosing to believe the Dark Prince's judgment.
[According to what you said, if the gods of the Eldar race are so powerful, how could the Ancient Saints with their help fail completely? To be able to create a being comparable to the Star God, the Ancient Saints must be at least stronger than his creations.]
+Will the Mechanic Priest be more powerful than the warship he built? +
Slaanesh bit off a second finger.
+The fact is that the Old Ones are not more powerful than the gods they created: whether in the real universe or in the subspace, there is always a sky hanging there. If you can't cross it, the power of everyone is essentially the same. +
＋The only difference between gold and gold is its weight and purity. ＋
＋So, when the war in heaven burned to its most tragic level, when the gods of the Eldar race were shocked to find that the ancient masters they had humbly served for generations had become so corrupt and selfish that they were unrecognizable, and even intended to throw the Eldar race into the battlefield as firewood: their betrayal was a matter of course. ＋
[You mean, one of the major reasons for the defeat of the Ancient Saints was because the gods of the Eldar chose to turn against them at the last minute? ]
＋This accusation is too harsh. ＋
The Dark Prince puffed out his chest: now like a true Eldar God, defending his colleagues and people.
+The reality is that the appearance of the Eldar gods did change the situation of the war, greatly delaying the offensive of the Star Gods. Cain even repelled the Nightbringer in the war, causing the Star God in charge of death to scream. As a result, most of the intelligent races in the galaxy learned to fear death. +
＋You can also check it out. In most civilizations that have the concept of the god of death, their impression of the god of death is a black-robed shadow holding a scythe: this is the image of the Nightbringer, and it is also the result of his scream. ＋
＋But the improvement of the war situation did not reverse the overall predicament of the Old Ones. After more and more servant races were killed by the Necrons or simply defected, the Old Ones put more labor on the Eldar: At first, the Eldar were willing to understand their masters, but as more and more Eldar gods were created and the death notices came like snowflakes, even the most obedient servants could not hold on. ＋
＋The price is so high, and their own strength is worth it. ＋
＋In that case: how much is loyalty worth? ＋
【really.】
Morgan nodded: This might be the first time that the Spider Queen sincerely agreed with a word spoken by the Dark Prince.
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＋Therefore, compared to the ancient saints who were high above and no longer regarded these Eldar gods as a member of the Pantheon due to the rebellion of the ancient orcs, the plea from their own people was naturally more sympathetic to the Eldar gods: They decided to leave the war and take the new Eldar away from the burning heaven. ＋
+So, when the Star Gods finally broke through the defenses of the Old Saints' Webway and forced the Old Saints to blow up a large number of Webways, countless Eldar who were chasing the project in various places on the Webway died on the spot because they did not receive the notice. This became the last straw: the Eldar gods led by Asuryan and Khaine blocked other Webways and refused to bleed for the Old Saints' war. +
[Is there no one among the Eldar who objects? ]
+What kind of Eldar do you think would continue to voluntarily pursue engineering for their masters in the Webway despite the oppression of the Old Ones? +
【……】
+ The gods of the Eldar hid their remaining people in the part of the webway that connected to the warp, an area that even the Star Gods could not easily set foot in. The old saints who could set foot in it were forced by the war and were unable to punish their slaves until the moment of their demise. +
+ The Eldar rested and recuperated in it, licking their wounds, creating more people and gods, and waiting for the opportunity to return to the real universe again: and when the seemingly weak Xi Gaoqi was created, the Eldar realized that the time had come. +
[Weak Xigaoqi? ]
Morgan suppressed the smile on his face.
Compared to you?
+ No: Xi Gaoqi's so-called weakness is more like a weapon of His. +
When talking about this colleague who always liked to trip him up, the Dark Prince's expression became unpredictable.
+He is so weak that the only thing he is good at is escaping safely from the most dangerous places. Even if he is being chased by the Nightbringers and other Star Gods, he can still slip away quietly. Therefore, even if the Star Gods find his trace, they are too lazy to spend more energy to hunt him down. +
＋And this becomes an advantage. ＋
+ When the flames of war in heaven burned out and the civilization of the ancient saints completely perished, even though the eyes of the star gods had already become hungry, they could not find Xi Gaoqi quietly slipping back into the real universe from the deepest part of the webway. +
+The reason why Tzeentch quietly slipped into the real universe was because he was invited by the Lord of Change: the master of the Crystal Labyrinth never forgot the offense that the deceiver Mefitlan had committed against him. In order to avenge the most cunning star god who stole his identity, Tzeentch started another great plan. +
+For different purposes, my oldest brother and my most joking colleague both wanted to witness the fall of Star God: the former wanted to allow the power of the subspace to further overwhelm the real universe, and destroying the strongest weapon in the real universe is undoubtedly a good choice, but the latter is more for the consideration of the people. +
+So, they extended their tentacles to the already hungry Star Gods: At this time, the victors of the War in Heaven were leading their respective Necrons servants to greedily hunt down the last intelligent races in the galaxy to satisfy their endless appetite. +
＋These powerful monsters cleverly avoided each other while eating, because they all knew that the blood relationship between them was so weak that they couldn't get too close: otherwise, who could be sure what crazy things their hungry bellies would drive them to do? ＋
+At this time, the Lord of Change and the God of Laughter came to the ears of the most powerful star gods one after another, and then for thousands of years, they kept whispering temptations to these galactic overlords, distorting the world in front of them, and showing them a new way to fill their stomachs. +
+ During this period, they all transformed into the appearance of the deceiver Mefitlan, using sweet words to beg their most powerful brothers to eliminate the most stubborn brothers: Some people say that the real deceiver Mefitlan has also quietly joined this deception team, because his power is the weakest among the star gods, and he wants to take advantage of the situation to instigate his powerful brothers to kill each other first. +
＋But no matter what, the alliance between Tzeentch, Mefitran and Sigourci finally produced the desired effect: a group of powerful Star Gods led by the Nightbringers and the Outsiders took the lead in opening the Pandora's Box of mutual devouring and war, and the victors of the War in Heaven began to kill each other. ＋
＋The fratricide between gods eventually created ripples in the warp that satisfied Tzeentch's last desire: there was no loud noise, but the throne of the Lord of Change was built in the crystal maze to reward his malice and lust, and to reward him for using sophistry and lies to destroy one power after another that was strong enough to rule the real universe. ＋
[You mean…]
Morgan stretched out his hand and asked his doubtful questions like a primary school student: Unknowingly, the Spider Queen seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding with Slaanesh, a tacit understanding between questioner and question-solver.
[The ascension of Tzeentch does not require a great ceremony involving the shedding of billions of blood? 】
＋Oh, of course. ＋
Slaanesh laughed briskly.
+For us, ascending the throne is actually a long process, which requires thousands of years of accumulation and countless souls' lamentations: Tzeentch's road to godhood began long before he was born. From the moment he bewitched the ancient saints, countless killings and changes have already satisfied his need for power. The fratricide between star gods is nothing more than a sigh after a delicious meal and a sip of soup. +
+ On the other hand, isn't it true that a group of gods killing each other directly is comparable to a great war that can affect the entire galaxy? Only those who are most anxious to ascend will choose to use a war between mortals to satisfy their blood sacrifice. +
Morgan did not respond to this comment, her silence signaling Slaanesh to continue.
＋In short, the first true Chaos God appeared, but Tzeentch did not forget his responsibilities. ＋
+ When the Star Gods were killing each other, the Lord of Change had already drifted towards the Silent King who was closing himself in solitude. He told the Eternal Leader of the Necrons that he had fulfilled his previous promise: the Star Gods' killing each other would only leave a bunch of hungry, warlike and declining beasts, and hunting them would be the best way to take revenge. +
+ The Silent King believed this, and when the Star Gods were too busy hunting each other to care about their servants, the leader of the Necrons used the last bit of authority to summon the Hierophants from all over the world. +
+However, during this period, a small accident occurred: he took the initiative to provoke a failed war with the Old Saints and ruined the future of the entire Necrontyr civilization, causing the Silent King's reputation among the Necromancer nobles to fall to the bottom. Although he was not responsible for all the things, in the hearts of most of the emperors, he was no longer worthy of being king. +
+ Although there are still a large number of dead dynasties willing to respond to the call of the Silent King, there are also a large number of overlords and emperors who are just indulging in their meaningless eternity: this dilemma prompted the Silent King to open the Master Control Protocol for the first and last time, forcing the emperors from all over the world to come before him. +
＋After mobilizing the Three Holy Guards and the barbaric subordinates such as the Menek Dynasty who were absolutely loyal to the Silent King, and forcibly suppressing everyone's dissatisfaction, the Silent King, just like before calling for war with the Ancient Saints, once again threw out a wonderful condition that all the nobles present could not refuse. ＋
＋Revenge. ＋
+Revenge on the Star God who took away everything from them and destroyed their civilization. +
+ Wait for the opportunity, endure tyranny, forge weapons: finally kill the gods, end the endless cycle of suffering, break the shackles of the gods that will enslave them for thousands of years, and then become the true ruler, rule the galaxy for thousands and thousands of years. +
At this point, even the Dark Prince shook his head in admiration.
+To be honest, most of the popes who participated in the meeting had no intention of ruling the galaxy, but their desire for revenge was stronger than expected: it was just that the Silent King had left a very bad impression on the nobles before, and the way he opened the meeting was a bit rough, so after a few days of discussion, the popes also put forward a request to the Silent King. +
+ That is, after completing the revenge on all the Star Gods, the Silent King must abandon the Master Control Agreement and give up the forced contracts with the major emperors and overlords: they are tired of continuing to stay under the rule of the most failed monarch in the history of the Necrontyr civilization. +
+At the same time, the dynasties such as the Menek, who are extremely loyal to the Silent King and have made enemies with the emperors with their barbarity and violence, must also be exiled in disguise. Their new fiefdoms must be the worst places in the galaxy. It would be best if they could die there. +
＋After a long silence, the Silent King finally agreed to this condition and imposed a program in his body to restrict him from destroying the Master Control Protocol after the success: No one can tell what kind of mood the Silent King agreed to the request of the Hierophants. ＋
＋Maybe he had no choice, or maybe he actually had the same idea. ＋
+ Of course, in later generations, in order to beautify their master as much as possible, the Necrons always speak in unison, claiming that the Silent King gave up the Master Control Agreement out of guilt after witnessing the end of the Battle of Heaven and the overall decline of the Necrons: Who knows the actual situation? +
＋But no matter what, this did not stop the entire Necrons from uniting again in private. They dug out the old technology from the ruins of the battlefield, worked hard to squeeze the galaxy that had long been reduced to ruins, and quietly forged weapons to kill gods under the shadow of the star gods fighting each other. ＋
＋During this process, in order to respond to the will of the Chaos Avenue and completely destroy the most powerful creation in the real universe, my three brothers all stood behind them silently. ＋
+ Khorne whispers in the ears of the artisans, telling them how to create the most powerful weapons in the galaxy, which are beyond the technology and understanding of the Necrons. +
+At the same time, Tzeentch tried his best to provoke the C'tan to continue killing each other, and even Mefitlan the Deceiver did not escape in the end: the number of gods in the world became increasingly scarce, and they did not notice that the Necrons were gradually surrounding them under the cover of Tzeentch. +
+Finally, the hand of Nurgle personally guides the will of the gunners, telling them where the weaknesses of each god are. The God of Plague personally subdues each weapon, blessing them with a plague that can kill the gods: Under the watchful eyes of the Lord of Stasis, each weapon of the Necrons will accurately hit the part of the Star God's body used to store the devoured soul, which is their most vulnerable and important place. +
＋Just like that, thousands of years passed in the blink of an eye, until the broken bodies of the gods were scattered all over the galaxy. The surviving star gods were covered in wounds, but they despairingly discovered that eating each other did not bring them the energy they had imagined. ＋
＋Compared to killing a god, the compensation gained by devouring his body is too insignificant: in the end, in addition to the Outsider who gradually became crazy due to devouring too many of his own kind, even the Nightbringer reached the weakest point. ＋
＋And at this moment, the Necrons have already made their preparations. ＋
+The killing of gods has begun. +
＋But War in Heaven is the exact opposite.＋
+Endless flames of war burned the high wings of the gods, and the corpses piled up on the mountains and seas formed the steps leading to the golden throne: the distance between gods and humans has never been so close, the crown will fall from the clouds, and a new master may emerge from the ashes. +
+It was a primitive, wild era full of endless possibilities and rules. It was an era that would never appear again even if we looked at the future of the Milky Way for tens of thousands of years. It was an era that had nothing to do with you, but your path and future were predetermined long ago. +
＋That's when the gods were born. ＋
＋It is also the time when they die. ＋
A change that is difficult to perfectly describe in human language is quietly happening on the Dark Prince's charming and seductive face, like a snake shedding its scales, or like the background boards of an open-air party changing their colors: the old features slowly fade away, and a brand new face appears from the brow to the jaw.
Morgan stared at Him, not daring to be distracted but not too involved either. Her mind was still groggy from the history that had just been injected into it, and the darkness around her was still poking her skin: Even for the Spider Queen who was able to independently command an apocalyptic-level war, the current situation was indeed a bit too bad.
But she still has reasons to persevere.
But more importantly...
The Primarch tilted her head, and the light in her pupils showed that she was thinking very quickly: the Dark Prince's new face made Morgan feel extremely uneasy, more disgusting than the Emperor's face and her own face, but there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
She had certainly seen this face: but she had forgotten to whom he belonged.
It was strange: thin, handsome, with grey eyes and short blond hair.
etc……
The Primarch's pupils widened.
And when the Spider Queen looked at the Dark Prince again, her face, which had been trying hard to remain cold, was now filled with uncontrollable anger.
[You think it's funny to provoke me with my dead brother? ]
＋I'm just scared.＋
Crouching on the ground like a cat, the Dark Prince leaned forward. Although His movements were not large, his huge body still gave the Primarch a shocking feeling like a mountain. When Morgan instinctively took a step back, the vicious and fragrant breath had already trapped his shoulder bones.
【Fear?】
The Primarch tried his best to remain calm.
【What are you afraid of? You are a genuine god. 】
＋What a shame: However, the nature of the galaxy is that things don’t always go as planned. ＋
【……】
What the hell is He talking about?
Morgan narrowed his eyes.
It took her a second to figure out what the word "offspring" meant.
For a moment, the Spider Queen didn't know whether to quietly pass over the topic or respond to the Dark Prince with a sneer: but before she could make a decision, the anger in her heart had already activated the Primarch's counterattack program.
【It's a pity.】
The Primarch sneered.
[Not to mention that I have enough children with my blood: how can a mixture of two pieces of silver be better than real gold? ]
＋Indeed, no: but the beauty of the Warp is that it is omnipotent. ＋
The Dark Prince spread his hands.
+ Moreover, you two brothers are more than silver, and your father is not even gold [now]: if there is a creature with your blood flowing in it, its power would be comparable to Asuryan and Cain even in the vast ocean. +
[Is this... a compliment?]
＋Of course. ＋
[Please forgive me for being skeptical.]
The Primarch's brow twitched.
[Although I have never had the pleasure of meeting any of the Eldar gods (Morgan herself admired her calmness when she said this), several of my brothers did have some unpleasant experiences with gods such as Khaine: judging by the results of the war, being comparable to Asuryan and Khaine is not a compliment.]
＋Why should we use the volume of a single ice cube to measure the entire iceberg? ＋
Slaanesh raised a hand.
+ Mortals fighting alone are the most insignificant dust in the galaxy, but when they unite for a purpose, your father can use them to build a galactic empire from scratch: you have witnessed the creation of miracles with your own eyes. +
+The same is true for gods. Even a fragment is enough to confront you, the Primarchs. Why do you doubt their heyday? I can tell you right now, my hungry, ignorant little cutie. +
＋Whether it is Asuryan, Khaine, or the gods of the Eldar who are as famous as them, they are all powerful beings, comparable to the Star Gods or ourselves: the war between me and them is not easy, but my victory has long been written by fate. ＋
【interesting.】
Morgan nodded: choosing to believe the Dark Prince's judgment.
[According to what you said, if the gods of the Eldar race are so powerful, how could the Ancient Saints with their help fail completely? To be able to create a being comparable to the Star God, the Ancient Saints must be at least stronger than his creations.]
+Will the Mechanic Priest be more powerful than the warship he built? +
Slaanesh bit off a second finger.
+The fact is that the Old Ones are not more powerful than the gods they created: whether in the real universe or in the subspace, there is always a sky hanging there. If you can't cross it, the power of everyone is essentially the same. +
＋The only difference between gold and gold is its weight and purity. ＋
＋So, when the war in heaven burned to its most tragic level, when the gods of the Eldar race were shocked to find that the ancient masters they had humbly served for generations had become so corrupt and selfish that they were unrecognizable, and even intended to throw the Eldar race into the battlefield as firewood: their betrayal was a matter of course. ＋
[You mean, one of the major reasons for the defeat of the Ancient Saints was because the gods of the Eldar chose to turn against them at the last minute? ]
＋This accusation is too harsh. ＋
The Dark Prince puffed out his chest: now like a true Eldar God, defending his colleagues and people.
+The reality is that the appearance of the Eldar gods did change the situation of the war, greatly delaying the offensive of the Star Gods. Cain even repelled the Nightbringer in the war, causing the Star God in charge of death to scream. As a result, most of the intelligent races in the galaxy learned to fear death. +
＋You can also check it out. In most civilizations that have the concept of the god of death, their impression of the god of death is a black-robed shadow holding a scythe: this is the image of the Nightbringer, and it is also the result of his scream. ＋
＋But the improvement of the war situation did not reverse the overall predicament of the Old Ones. After more and more servant races were killed by the Necrons or simply defected, the Old Ones put more labor on the Eldar: At first, the Eldar were willing to understand their masters, but as more and more Eldar gods were created and the death notices came like snowflakes, even the most obedient servants could not hold on. ＋
＋The price is so high, and their own strength is worth it. ＋
＋In that case: how much is loyalty worth? ＋
【really.】
Morgan nodded: This might be the first time that the Spider Queen sincerely agreed with a word spoken by the Dark Prince.
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＋Therefore, compared to the ancient saints who were high above and no longer regarded these Eldar gods as a member of the Pantheon due to the rebellion of the ancient orcs, the plea from their own people was naturally more sympathetic to the Eldar gods: They decided to leave the war and take the new Eldar away from the burning heaven. ＋
+So, when the Star Gods finally broke through the defenses of the Old Saints' Webway and forced the Old Saints to blow up a large number of Webways, countless Eldar who were chasing the project in various places on the Webway died on the spot because they did not receive the notice. This became the last straw: the Eldar gods led by Asuryan and Khaine blocked other Webways and refused to bleed for the Old Saints' war. +
[Is there no one among the Eldar who objects? ]
+What kind of Eldar do you think would continue to voluntarily pursue engineering for their masters in the Webway despite the oppression of the Old Ones? +
【……】
+ The gods of the Eldar hid their remaining people in the part of the webway that connected to the warp, an area that even the Star Gods could not easily set foot in. The old saints who could set foot in it were forced by the war and were unable to punish their slaves until the moment of their demise. +
+ The Eldar rested and recuperated in it, licking their wounds, creating more people and gods, and waiting for the opportunity to return to the real universe again: and when the seemingly weak Xi Gaoqi was created, the Eldar realized that the time had come. +
[Weak Xigaoqi? ]
Morgan suppressed the smile on his face.
Compared to you?
+ No: Xi Gaoqi's so-called weakness is more like a weapon of His. +
When talking about this colleague who always liked to trip him up, the Dark Prince's expression became unpredictable.
+He is so weak that the only thing he is good at is escaping safely from the most dangerous places. Even if he is being chased by the Nightbringers and other Star Gods, he can still slip away quietly. Therefore, even if the Star Gods find his trace, they are too lazy to spend more energy to hunt him down. +
＋And this becomes an advantage. ＋
+ When the flames of war in heaven burned out and the civilization of the ancient saints completely perished, even though the eyes of the star gods had already become hungry, they could not find Xi Gaoqi quietly slipping back into the real universe from the deepest part of the webway. +
+The reason why Tzeentch quietly slipped into the real universe was because he was invited by the Lord of Change: the master of the Crystal Labyrinth never forgot the offense that the deceiver Mefitlan had committed against him. In order to avenge the most cunning star god who stole his identity, Tzeentch started another great plan. +
+For different purposes, my oldest brother and my most joking colleague both wanted to witness the fall of Star God: the former wanted to allow the power of the subspace to further overwhelm the real universe, and destroying the strongest weapon in the real universe is undoubtedly a good choice, but the latter is more for the consideration of the people. +
+So, they extended their tentacles to the already hungry Star Gods: At this time, the victors of the War in Heaven were leading their respective Necrons servants to greedily hunt down the last intelligent races in the galaxy to satisfy their endless appetite. +
＋These powerful monsters cleverly avoided each other while eating, because they all knew that the blood relationship between them was so weak that they couldn't get too close: otherwise, who could be sure what crazy things their hungry bellies would drive them to do? ＋
+At this time, the Lord of Change and the God of Laughter came to the ears of the most powerful star gods one after another, and then for thousands of years, they kept whispering temptations to these galactic overlords, distorting the world in front of them, and showing them a new way to fill their stomachs. +
+ During this period, they all transformed into the appearance of the deceiver Mefitlan, using sweet words to beg their most powerful brothers to eliminate the most stubborn brothers: Some people say that the real deceiver Mefitlan has also quietly joined this deception team, because his power is the weakest among the star gods, and he wants to take advantage of the situation to instigate his powerful brothers to kill each other first. +
＋But no matter what, the alliance between Tzeentch, Mefitran and Sigourci finally produced the desired effect: a group of powerful Star Gods led by the Nightbringers and the Outsiders took the lead in opening the Pandora's Box of mutual devouring and war, and the victors of the War in Heaven began to kill each other. ＋
＋The fratricide between gods eventually created ripples in the warp that satisfied Tzeentch's last desire: there was no loud noise, but the throne of the Lord of Change was built in the crystal maze to reward his malice and lust, and to reward him for using sophistry and lies to destroy one power after another that was strong enough to rule the real universe. ＋
[You mean…]
Morgan stretched out his hand and asked his doubtful questions like a primary school student: Unknowingly, the Spider Queen seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding with Slaanesh, a tacit understanding between questioner and question-solver.
[The ascension of Tzeentch does not require a great ceremony involving the shedding of billions of blood? 】
＋Oh, of course. ＋
Slaanesh laughed briskly.
+For us, ascending the throne is actually a long process, which requires thousands of years of accumulation and countless souls' lamentations: Tzeentch's road to godhood began long before he was born. From the moment he bewitched the ancient saints, countless killings and changes have already satisfied his need for power. The fratricide between star gods is nothing more than a sigh after a delicious meal and a sip of soup. +
+ On the other hand, isn't it true that a group of gods killing each other directly is comparable to a great war that can affect the entire galaxy? Only those who are most anxious to ascend will choose to use a war between mortals to satisfy their blood sacrifice. +
Morgan did not respond to this comment, her silence signaling Slaanesh to continue.
＋In short, the first true Chaos God appeared, but Tzeentch did not forget his responsibilities. ＋
+ When the Star Gods were killing each other, the Lord of Change had already drifted towards the Silent King who was closing himself in solitude. He told the Eternal Leader of the Necrons that he had fulfilled his previous promise: the Star Gods' killing each other would only leave a bunch of hungry, warlike and declining beasts, and hunting them would be the best way to take revenge. +
+ The Silent King believed this, and when the Star Gods were too busy hunting each other to care about their servants, the leader of the Necrons used the last bit of authority to summon the Hierophants from all over the world. +
+However, during this period, a small accident occurred: he took the initiative to provoke a failed war with the Old Saints and ruined the future of the entire Necrontyr civilization, causing the Silent King's reputation among the Necromancer nobles to fall to the bottom. Although he was not responsible for all the things, in the hearts of most of the emperors, he was no longer worthy of being king. +
+ Although there are still a large number of dead dynasties willing to respond to the call of the Silent King, there are also a large number of overlords and emperors who are just indulging in their meaningless eternity: this dilemma prompted the Silent King to open the Master Control Protocol for the first and last time, forcing the emperors from all over the world to come before him. +
＋After mobilizing the Three Holy Guards and the barbaric subordinates such as the Menek Dynasty who were absolutely loyal to the Silent King, and forcibly suppressing everyone's dissatisfaction, the Silent King, just like before calling for war with the Ancient Saints, once again threw out a wonderful condition that all the nobles present could not refuse. ＋
＋Revenge. ＋
+Revenge on the Star God who took away everything from them and destroyed their civilization. +
+ Wait for the opportunity, endure tyranny, forge weapons: finally kill the gods, end the endless cycle of suffering, break the shackles of the gods that will enslave them for thousands of years, and then become the true ruler, rule the galaxy for thousands and thousands of years. +
At this point, even the Dark Prince shook his head in admiration.
+To be honest, most of the popes who participated in the meeting had no intention of ruling the galaxy, but their desire for revenge was stronger than expected: it was just that the Silent King had left a very bad impression on the nobles before, and the way he opened the meeting was a bit rough, so after a few days of discussion, the popes also put forward a request to the Silent King. +
+ That is, after completing the revenge on all the Star Gods, the Silent King must abandon the Master Control Agreement and give up the forced contracts with the major emperors and overlords: they are tired of continuing to stay under the rule of the most failed monarch in the history of the Necrontyr civilization. +
+At the same time, the dynasties such as the Menek, who are extremely loyal to the Silent King and have made enemies with the emperors with their barbarity and violence, must also be exiled in disguise. Their new fiefdoms must be the worst places in the galaxy. It would be best if they could die there. +
＋After a long silence, the Silent King finally agreed to this condition and imposed a program in his body to restrict him from destroying the Master Control Protocol after the success: No one can tell what kind of mood the Silent King agreed to the request of the Hierophants. ＋
＋Maybe he had no choice, or maybe he actually had the same idea. ＋
+ Of course, in later generations, in order to beautify their master as much as possible, the Necrons always speak in unison, claiming that the Silent King gave up the Master Control Agreement out of guilt after witnessing the end of the Battle of Heaven and the overall decline of the Necrons: Who knows the actual situation? +
＋But no matter what, this did not stop the entire Necrons from uniting again in private. They dug out the old technology from the ruins of the battlefield, worked hard to squeeze the galaxy that had long been reduced to ruins, and quietly forged weapons to kill gods under the shadow of the star gods fighting each other. ＋
＋During this process, in order to respond to the will of the Chaos Avenue and completely destroy the most powerful creation in the real universe, my three brothers all stood behind them silently. ＋
+ Khorne whispers in the ears of the artisans, telling them how to create the most powerful weapons in the galaxy, which are beyond the technology and understanding of the Necrons. +
+At the same time, Tzeentch tried his best to provoke the C'tan to continue killing each other, and even Mefitlan the Deceiver did not escape in the end: the number of gods in the world became increasingly scarce, and they did not notice that the Necrons were gradually surrounding them under the cover of Tzeentch. +
+Finally, the hand of Nurgle personally guides the will of the gunners, telling them where the weaknesses of each god are. The God of Plague personally subdues each weapon, blessing them with a plague that can kill the gods: Under the watchful eyes of the Lord of Stasis, each weapon of the Necrons will accurately hit the part of the Star God's body used to store the devoured soul, which is their most vulnerable and important place. +
＋Just like that, thousands of years passed in the blink of an eye, until the broken bodies of the gods were scattered all over the galaxy. The surviving star gods were covered in wounds, but they despairingly discovered that eating each other did not bring them the energy they had imagined. ＋
＋Compared to killing a god, the compensation gained by devouring his body is too insignificant: in the end, in addition to the Outsider who gradually became crazy due to devouring too many of his own kind, even the Nightbringer reached the weakest point. ＋
＋And at this moment, the Necrons have already made their preparations. ＋
+The killing of gods has begun. +
