"Me?"
"Is it me?"
Odin pointed a finger at himself, then pointed it at the vast, sea-like psionic barrier.
"Your Majesty, do my rank and their rank look the same to you? You want me to deal with them?"
"It's fine, I believe you can do it. You've already ascended to godhood, are you still afraid of them?"
"Don't be afraid, summon your courage!"
The Golden Emperor looked at Odin with a very benevolent gaze, as if encouraging this human god with his eyes.
But in Odin's eyes, the meaning conveyed by The Golden Emperor was not so pure; it was clearly a threat.
Or rather, he had no choice at all, because besides The Golden Emperor's gaze, the eyes of the other four chaos gods also uniformly turned towards him.
All five of them had their own enemies to deal with. If any of them failed, their only fate was to be devoured. The only one in a slightly better position was The Golden Emperor.
If he lost, the most that would happen was that he would merge with The Emperor. This was completely different from the chaos gods devouring each other until nothing was left.
They were originally one entity, and their failure would also be as one. Moreover, The Emperor, after merging, would become even stronger, and the chaos gods would still be unable to attack humanity.
This battle offered no retreat for any of the chaos gods, but for humanity, whether they won or lost, they would be the biggest winners of this war.
Therefore, The Golden Emperor's gaze was indeed benevolent; he only needed to offer a benevolent gaze. But the other four chaos gods were different.
Their lives were at stake, so how could they not show their threat? Odin looked at the five gazes, finally swallowed, and spoke somewhat timidly.
"Then? Then I'll try!"
"Not 'try,' you must succeed in holding back their strong one, otherwise, you're dead!"
Khorne, hearing his 'then I'll try' really flared up, directly and forcefully interrupting him and warning him... "Alright!" Seeing Khorne's eyes practically spitting fire, as if lava was flowing from his body, Odin finally chose to obey Khorne's will.
Who told him he was the last to ascend to godhood? He couldn't defeat anyone. If not for relying on The Golden Emperor, his divine domain would definitely be the smallest among everyone.
On this side, they discussed their respective goals and strategies, while Zeke's side didn't even need to discuss.
"You are each responsible for dealing with your respective entities. I don't need to say more about that, do I? Old Man Guan, when you stand up, remember to have a good spar with your opponent. I will come to help you as quickly as possible."
"As for me?"
"I feel that Odin on the other side is too powerful and somewhat uncontrollable, so I think we need to support our own Odin."
"I will resolve my opponent as quickly as possible, then come to help you, The Emperor. Fight steadily, don't be too aggressive."
He spoke to The Emperor in an equal tone, giving instructions and discussing. But after finishing his words with The Emperor, Zeke's tone quickly changed.
Zeke turned his head and said to the chaos gods behind him with a serious tone,
"And you four, if I find anyone slacking off, I will eliminate them!"
"It's not that I absolutely need you. After all, there are three identical counterparts to you here. Eliminating one of you will not affect our galaxy, as long as there's a replacement!"
The reason Zeke spoke softly to The Emperor, and as a partner, was because they were partners.
But these four guys were different. These four guys and Zeke were not partners; everyone was only together for their own interests, and before this, they had been fighting to the death.
Even at this moment, Zeke remembered the first time he was on Cadia, these guys even wanted to break his legs to make him ascend to godhood.
Zeke looked fiercely at Tzeentch.
"I'm talking about you, two-headed bluebird. Pay attention to your own state. If I find you slacking off, then we'll just get another two-headed bluebird."
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" Zeke had called him out by name, what else could Tzeentch do?
He could only try his best to shrink his body behind Nurgle, meekly responding to Zeke's words.
Nurgle, feeling Tzeentch behind him, was extremely uncomfortable and tried to push Tzeentch away again, so as not to keep his body under Zeke's gaze.
It is well known that among the chaos gods, Tzeentch and Nurgle were the ones who received the most severe beatings from Zeke. Zeke either beat Tzeentch or Nurgle.
Tzeentch was remembered by Zeke because he schemed against him, while Nurgle was remembered by Zeke because he attacked Zeke's fleet at the beginning, and Zeke held a grudge against him to this day.
The main theme was to beat Tzeentch if there was nothing else to do, and beat Nurgle if there was nothing else to do.
If Tzeentch wasn't home, beat Nurgle. If Nurgle wasn't home, beat Tzeentch. If neither was home, then search the entire Warp and drag them both out for a beating!
"Get out, get out! Don't be behind me, you take responsibility for your own mistakes!"
Feeling that Zeke's gaze had not left his body, Nurgle became anxious. He forcefully pushed Tzeentch, trying to shove him out from behind himself.
"Enough, stop doing this!"
Seeing these two guys constantly doing this, Zeke's face darkened!
"Tzeentch, get out from behind Nurgle. It's time to fight. Are you still going to hide behind Nurgle now?"
Zeke's gaze was like a knife, fiercely cutting into the trembling Tzeentch behind Nurgle. Those two glowing blue heads squeezed together, like two startled quails, yet couldn't help but peek out from the gaps in Nurgle's bulky body.
"I, I'll come out now!" Tzeentch shivered, finally reluctantly poking half his body out from behind Nurgle, but still shrinking his neck.
Seeing how disappointing this guy was, Zeke's face grew even darker.
The first time he met Tzeentch, he wasn't like this. He always seemed to have everything under control, looking proud, as if everything was in flux?
But now, why was he like a maggot, so afraid of him? Wasn't it just a small beating every three days and a big beating every five days?
He was beaten into submission by that?
What a coward... Look at Nurgle, such a massive body here, yet he didn't make such a posture. He was even worse than Nurgle.
Little did he know, Nurgle was completely scared to the point of not being able to stand, but his body was too massive, so even if he had collapsed to the ground, it made no difference from sitting or standing.
"Alright, I'm going to stand up in a moment, prepare for battle!"
Although his own people were quite disappointing, remembering their past battles in another galaxy, Zeke felt he could still have a bit of peace of mind.
And it wasn't a bad thing that these two guys were afraid of him; didn't that mean no one would cause trouble next?
After warning and dealing with these chaos gods, Zeke slowly rose from the golden throne, followed immediately by the Emperor of Mankind.
The moment the two of them slowly stood up from the golden throne, the soul barrier that the golden throne relied on them to support began to sway precariously.
At this point, if The Golden Emperor on the other side were to launch a psychic attack, it would take a maximum of 10 minutes to shatter this psychic barrier.
And if The Golden Emperor did not launch a psychic attack, this barrier would at most slowly dissipate on its own after an hour.
The Golden Emperor clearly felt the weakening of the psychic barrier, but he did not attack; instead, he closed his eyes.
The decisive battle was about to begin, but for some reason, his heart had long lost the thrill and excitement he felt when he first discovered this galaxy; all that remained was a sense of melancholy.
Even The Golden Emperor had already sensed that his nine sons had completely disappeared, merging into the bodies of the opponent's sons.
Primarchs are different; because the Emperors themselves are one, mutual integration is not a problem, but Primarchs do have uniqueness.
If his Primarchs were gone, they were truly gone. Although The Emperor's Primarchs were still there, they were no longer the Primarchs he had an emotional connection with.
What remained were merely identical people in body, soul, and Warp essence.
But no matter what, The Golden Human Emperor knew clearly that their inner selves were no longer the same.
The Golden Human Emperor had put away all his confidence in victory; instead, he looked at the shield with a solemn gaze, waiting for its disappearance.
And Zeke did not immediately remove the shield either; he was also waiting for the fleet of the Primarchs behind him to complete their assembly, with the brilliant-class battleship mixed in with the entire fleet.
This thing is definitely a master of sneak attacks; if a brilliant-class battleship were to strike any of the chaos gods during the divine war, that chaos god would be in deep trouble.
As time slowly passed, the shield finally dissipated. The next second after the shield vanished, Zeke took the lead, stepping through the barrier and entering The Golden Human Emperor's galaxy.
There wasn't much difference between the two galaxies; Zeke's clone had already visited, so he didn't feel anything strange.
When Zeke appeared, The Golden Human Emperor did not wait for the others to arrive; instead, he looked at Zeke.
"You killed my sons..."
The Golden Human Emperor, of course, knew that Zeke must have done the deed, otherwise his sons would not have been eliminated so easily.
"Yes," Zeke nodded lightly.
He disdained to deceive The Golden Human Emperor; if he killed them, he killed them. He wouldn't tell him any nonsense like 'all Primarchs are the same'.
"I will not only kill your sons; you, too, will die.
It's only because you didn't make the best choice from the start."
"This universe is dark. I think you should have known this when you launched the Great Crusade. Only the victor can continue to smile."
"If The Emperor had failed, and you had merged with him, wouldn't his sons probably have died then too?"
Zeke spoke his words without any pretense, and The Golden Human Emperor, hearing Zeke's words, showed no discomfort; instead, he nodded in agreement.
"You are right. Between us, it is a life-or-death struggle. Except for our own selves being one, the Primarchs also only have one path: to be assimilated by the other party."
"But no matter what you say, I've noted this grudge. When I deal with your companions, I will personally come to deal with you!"
The Golden Human Emperor spoke these words to Zeke, and as his voice fell, The Emperor had already appeared beside Zeke, and he spoke.
"You won't have that chance. I am stronger than you now!"
"I won't always have to rely on my companions; I am also powerful."
After The Emperor stood up, the confidence he displayed was worthy of the title 'master of mankind'. One must know that before Zeke appeared, although he was a socially anxious man, he had still led humanity's armies to conquer the galaxy.
He even sat on the golden throne for humanity, enduring ten thousand years of torture, and personally witnessed his children betray him, launching attacks against him under the instigation of the chaos gods.
"You... are different."
"The current you is different from the you who sat on the throne and supported the shield before. Which one is the real you?"
The appearance displayed by the Emperor of Mankind was truly somewhat different. The Golden Emperor looked at The Emperor, who was full of vigor and confidence before him, with some confusion.
"Of course, both are me. A thousand faces, a thousand people. Aren't you the same?"
The Emperor answered his own question to the other party.
"You are right, a thousand faces, a thousand people!"
After the conversation between the two Emperors ended, both sides' chaos gods also arrived, and Brother Gao Mao also arrived.
Powerful psychic entities instantly locked onto each other.
The battle can now begin.
Of course, except for Odin, who was already trembling.
Everyone found their respective targets to deal with, only Odin, who had not found his ascended self, could only tragically face Zeke.
Feeling the mountain-like and ocean-like aura on Zeke, he knew very well that he would never be his opponent.
"Can you go easy on me?" Looking at Zeke's unfriendly gaze towards him, Odin said weakly.
"What do you think?" Zeke retorted.
Odin shrunk his neck, gave a dry laugh, and mumbled softly: "Just asking, just asking. No need to get so angry, right? There aren't any irreconcilable problems between us."
Odin could still feel that the aura on Zeke was not that of the 'Vicious Craft' divine position, which meant that Zeke was not a god born like him, so his origin would be useless to Zeke.
Since Zeke had no use for his origin, did that mean he had a chance to survive?
Hope for survival appeared in Odin's heart. He felt that his chance was quite high.
However, the next second, Zeke interrupted his hope.
The battle began, and Zeke's true form became so tall that it was almost impossible to describe its height.
This physique was the tallest among everyone present, and of course, the aura he emitted was also the most powerful.
As Zeke's body grew tall, a gigantic psychic hand reached out towards Odin.
"The you from our universe was willing to serve humanity. I think he's quite honest, so I'll borrow your origin for a while. You can rest in peace."
Zeke's psychic giant hand blotted out the sky and sun, descending with an irresistible might upon Odin!
That was not merely a physical capture, but a direct lock and stripping of the Warp's essence!
"No! Wait! We can talk! I can surrender! I can..." Odin shrieked in terror.
He tried to mobilize his divine power as the god of "vicious artistry" to resist, and countless twisted runes and traps, full of schemes and intrigues, instantly arrayed before him, attempting to interfere with and deceive Zeke's perception.
However, before Zeke's pure, boundless, star-sea-like psychic power, all of Odin's tricks melted away like snow in the sun.
Those insidious traps and illusions couldn't even cause a flicker of delay in Zeke's giant hand.
"Your surrender is worthless," Zeke's voice was cold, devoid of emotion, "Even if you beg me now, I will not spare you. Just accept your death obediently, and I will make your pain brief!"
"I don't need you. The other you is clearly more reliable than the current you."
The giant hand closed!
"No—!!!"
Odin let out a final desperate wail, his divine body shattering like fragile glass in the giant palm, and his core divine essence—that constantly shifting, chaotic energy representing "vicious artistry"—was forcibly stripped from the very foundation of his existence!
Zeke didn't even glance at the wailing, struggling essence, merely forming his hands into blades and splitting it in two with a single strike.
One half was for rewarding his own Odin later; as for the rest... if he gave all the benefits at once, why would the other party obediently serve the people here?
Of course, he had to divide Odin's essence into half-and-half opportunities. As long as his own Odin performed adequately, he could give him a little bit of essence, letting him taste some sweetness.
Zeke's battle seemed like a lot, but in reality, it was just...
The battle began.
Zeke grew larger, he extended his hand, Odin wailed.
The battle ended—
Facing Zeke, Odin had no power to resist, even after ascending to godhood. He was easily subdued, and only at this moment did the Four Chaos Gods realize that Zeke was already far stronger than them.
Even though Odin had become a chaos god, he still had too many shortcomings, and was even slightly tricked by the Golden Emperor.
His ascension to godhood was not like that of the other Chaos Gods, who were relatively complete beings.
But no matter what, Odin was easily suppressed by Zeke, which was enough to show how powerful Zeke was at this moment. Perhaps if it were their former selves...
Then even the Four Chaos Gods combined would no longer be Zeke's opponent.
Fortunately, as Zeke grew stronger, they also became stronger; this was the only good news.
The Golden Human Emperor also witnessed Zeke almost effortlessly dealing with Odin, and his heart immediately tightened.
He could feel that The Emperor in front of him was almost as powerful as he was. It was clear that The Emperor before him must have also merged with one of his own aspects.
And there was also a strange, inexplicable essence that was far stronger than his. This was a very absurd feeling, and the Golden Human Emperor was utterly at a loss.
He began to cast his gaze in the direction of Zeke, constantly guarding against Zeke launching a surprise attack on him.
As if seeing through his thoughts, The Emperor, who was fighting him, reminded him.
"Put your heart at ease. As long as I haven't spoken, Zeke will not join this battle. The battle between the two of us is a fair one-on-one fight."
The Emperor directly spoke to calm the Golden Emperor's heart.
He "really" intended to have a good fight with the Golden Emperor in front of him. After all, he had been sitting on the golden throne for quite some time, and it was time to properly stretch his muscles.
However, it was clear that even though he had said so, the Golden Emperor did not show any signs of relaxation; on the contrary, his heart was already in his throat.
So, if that shameless guy opposite him just shouts, his comrade will join the battle, right? Then what's the difference between saying that and not saying it??
The Golden Emperor stated that he did not believe in The Emperor's strong man's dignity; this guy clearly had no such thing.
The Golden Emperor still frequently turned his head to look behind him, guarding against a sudden attack from Zeke.
Seeing his opponent frequently looking in Zeke's direction, The Emperor naturally knew what this fellow was thinking.
"You don't trust me, do you? I am you, and you are me. Don't you trust yourself? Would I lie to you?"
Facing The Emperor's angry words, the Golden Emperor merely glanced at The Emperor, then nodded in agreement during their fight.
"You shameless fellow, who even used his backside to block my attacks, what right do you have to claim to be a person with a strong man's dignity? Isn't it normal for you to allow sneak attacks?"
"You rascal!" The Emperor instantly broke down. Didn't he just use his backside to suppress the Golden Emperor's attack? How did that diminish his dignity?
What's wrong with a butt? What did a butt do to him?
Didn't he successfully block the attack with his butt? Is there something wrong with blocking with a butt?
He pointed at the Golden Emperor, his voice rising eight octaves in anger, "That's called tactics! Do you understand tactics?! Achieving the maximum strategic objective with the minimum cost! That's wisdom!
How is that undignified?! It's better than you foolishly charging head-on and losing troops and generals, right!"
"Heh!" The Golden Emperor sneered, parrying The Emperor's increasingly fierce attacks while retorting.
"Wisdom? I call it thick skin! The dignified master of mankind, blocking the door with his butt, wouldn't people laugh if that got out!"
"Bullshit! Who dares to laugh at me?!" The Emperor was enraged, his psychic attacks becoming even more violent.
"The victor is king! Winning is the ultimate truth! Look at you now, trapped in your home by me, your Legion annihilated on Cadia, your sons all taken by me! And you still have the nerve to lecture me?!"
"That's because I was two-on-one! And ambushed!" The Golden Emperor also flared up, golden psychic energy erupting like a solar storm, "If you have the guts, let's have a one-on-one! I'll beat you, this 'loser,' until you're picking up your teeth from the ground!"
"One-on-one it is! Who's afraid of who!" The Emperor was thoroughly provoked, "Old Zhou! You listen to me! Don't interfere! I'm going to personally beat this arrogant fool down today!"
Zeke, hearing this from afar, shrugged helplessly and put away the psychic energy he had just gathered, which he had prepared to give the Golden Emperor a "surprise."
He had indeed planned to find an opportunity to ambush the Golden Emperor, to end the battle quickly, but he didn't expect The Emperor to have such strong self-esteem.
He might as well take this opportunity to dissipate the energy in his hands and re-gather it for another sneak attack.
This time, he guaranteed it would be quiet and unnoticed.
Zeke's psychic giant hand blotted out the sky and sun, descending with an irresistible might upon Odin!
That was not merely a physical capture, but a direct lock and stripping of the Warp's essence!
"No! Wait! We can talk! I can surrender! I can..." Odin shrieked in terror.
He tried to mobilize his divine power as the god of "vicious artistry" to resist, and countless twisted runes and traps, full of schemes and intrigues, instantly arrayed before him, attempting to interfere with and deceive Zeke's perception.
However, before Zeke's pure, boundless, star-sea-like psychic power, all of Odin's tricks melted away like snow in the sun.
Those insidious traps and illusions couldn't even cause a flicker of delay in Zeke's giant hand.
"Your surrender is worthless," Zeke's voice was cold, devoid of emotion, "Even if you beg me now, I will not spare you. Just accept your death obediently, and I will make your pain brief!"
"I don't need you. The other you is clearly more reliable than the current you."
The giant hand closed!
"No—!!!"
Odin let out a final desperate wail, his divine body shattering like fragile glass in the giant palm, and his core divine essence—that constantly shifting, chaotic energy representing "vicious artistry"—was forcibly stripped from the very foundation of his existence!
Zeke didn't even glance at the wailing, struggling essence, merely forming his hands into blades and splitting it in two with a single strike.
One half was for rewarding his own Odin later; as for the rest... if he gave all the benefits at once, why would the other party obediently serve the people here?
Of course, he had to divide Odin's essence into half-and-half opportunities. As long as his own Odin performed adequately, he could give him a little bit of essence, letting him taste some sweetness.
Zeke's battle seemed like a lot, but in reality, it was just...
The battle began.
Zeke grew larger, he extended his hand, Odin wailed.
The battle ended—
Facing Zeke, Odin had no power to resist, even after ascending to godhood. He was easily subdued, and only at this moment did the Four Chaos Gods realize that Zeke was already far stronger than them.
Even though Odin had become a chaos god, he still had too many shortcomings, and was even slightly tricked by the Golden Emperor.
His ascension to godhood was not like that of the other Chaos Gods, who were relatively complete beings.
But no matter what, Odin was easily suppressed by Zeke, which was enough to show how powerful Zeke was at this moment. Perhaps if it were their former selves...
Then even the Four Chaos Gods combined would no longer be Zeke's opponent.
Fortunately, as Zeke grew stronger, they also became stronger; this was the only good news.
The Golden Human Emperor also witnessed Zeke almost effortlessly dealing with Odin, and his heart immediately tightened.
He could feel that The Emperor in front of him was almost as powerful as he was. It was clear that The Emperor before him must have also merged with one of his own aspects.
And there was also a strange, inexplicable essence that was far stronger than his. This was a very absurd feeling, and the Golden Human Emperor was utterly at a loss.
He began to cast his gaze in the direction of Zeke, constantly guarding against Zeke launching a surprise attack on him.
As if seeing through his thoughts, The Emperor, who was fighting him, reminded him.
"Put your heart at ease. As long as I haven't spoken, Zeke will not join this battle. The battle between the two of us is a fair one-on-one fight."
The Emperor directly spoke to calm the Golden Emperor's heart.
He "really" intended to have a good fight with the Golden Emperor in front of him. After all, he had been sitting on the golden throne for quite some time, and it was time to properly stretch his muscles.
However, it was clear that even though he had said so, the Golden Emperor did not show any signs of relaxation; on the contrary, his heart was already in his throat.
So, if that shameless guy opposite him just shouts, his comrade will join the battle, right? Then what's the difference between saying that and not saying it??
The Golden Emperor stated that he did not believe in The Emperor's strong man's dignity; this guy clearly had no such thing.
The Golden Emperor still frequently turned his head to look behind him, guarding against a sudden attack from Zeke.
Seeing his opponent frequently looking in Zeke's direction, The Emperor naturally knew what this fellow was thinking.
"You don't trust me, do you? I am you, and you are me. Don't you trust yourself? Would I lie to you?"
Facing The Emperor's angry words, the Golden Emperor merely glanced at The Emperor, then nodded in agreement during their fight.
"You shameless fellow, who even used his backside to block my attacks, what right do you have to claim to be a person with a strong man's dignity? Isn't it normal for you to allow sneak attacks?"
"You rascal!" The Emperor instantly broke down. Didn't he just use his backside to suppress the Golden Emperor's attack? How did that diminish his dignity?
What's wrong with a butt? What did a butt do to him?
Didn't he successfully block the attack with his butt? Is there something wrong with blocking with a butt?
He pointed at the Golden Emperor, his voice rising eight octaves in anger, "That's called tactics! Do you understand tactics?! Achieving the maximum strategic objective with the minimum cost! That's wisdom!
How is that undignified?! It's better than you foolishly charging head-on and losing troops and generals, right!"
"Heh!" The Golden Emperor sneered, parrying The Emperor's increasingly fierce attacks while retorting.
"Wisdom? I call it thick skin! The dignified master of mankind, blocking the door with his butt, wouldn't people laugh if that got out!"
"Bullshit! Who dares to laugh at me?!" The Emperor was enraged, his psychic attacks becoming even more violent.
"The victor is king! Winning is the ultimate truth! Look at you now, trapped in your home by me, your Legion annihilated on Cadia, your sons all taken by me! And you still have the nerve to lecture me?!"
"That's because I was two-on-one! And ambushed!" The Golden Emperor also flared up, golden psychic energy erupting like a solar storm, "If you have the guts, let's have a one-on-one! I'll beat you, this 'loser,' until you're picking up your teeth from the ground!"
"One-on-one it is! Who's afraid of who!" The Emperor was thoroughly provoked, "Old Zhou! You listen to me! Don't interfere! I'm going to personally beat this arrogant fool down today!"
Zeke, hearing this from afar, shrugged helplessly and put away the psychic energy he had just gathered, which he had prepared to give the Golden Emperor a "surprise."
He had indeed planned to find an opportunity to ambush the Golden Emperor, to end the battle quickly, but he didn't expect The Emperor to have such strong self-esteem.
He might as well take this opportunity to dissipate the energy in his hands and re-gather it for another sneak attack.
This time, he guaranteed it would be quiet and unnoticed.
After sensing that Zeke had reined in his surging psionic energy, the Golden Emperor finally seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and continued to face his opponent head-on.
Otherwise, why would he repeatedly look back at Zeke? It was precisely because Zeke had been accumulating power, preparing to deliver a devastating blow to him.
Fortunately, the opponent seemed a bit foolish and was easily swayed by his few words.
The Golden Emperor lowered two-tenths of his high alert and began to focus on his duel with the Emperor.
And after he lowered two-tenths of his guard, The Emperor began to wink at Zeke.
If he could win quickly, why would he confront the opponent head-on and fight fairly? It was all just an act for this damned Golden Emperor.
As the saying goes, all's fair in war. The Emperor wasn't stupid; there was no need for him to fight this kind of battle here.
After receiving The Emperor's eye signal, Zeke returned an 'OK, received' look.
The two once again began their original plan. The psionic energy that had dissipated in Zeke's hand quietly reformed.
After dozens of exchanges between the Golden Emperor and The Emperor, Zeke's sneak attack arrived in an instant.
A giant sword constructed from psionic energy stabbed towards the Golden Emperor's back with almost no warning.
The Golden Emperor, having lowered two-tenths of his guard, naturally wouldn't be entirely defenseless against Zeke; he was prepared, but Zeke's power far exceeded his imagination.
Pfft—
The giant sword directly pierced through the Golden Emperor's chest, skewering him.
"You!!!"
Having been ambushed by Zeke, the Golden Emperor stretched out his trembling hand, pointing towards The Emperor, somewhat exasperated and on the verge of cursing.
"Didn't you say it would be a fair one-on-one fight? Didn't you say no sneak attacks? Didn't you say you had the dignity of a strong person and that I looked down on you!"
"Damn it, prove it to me!"
His opponent once again disregarded martial ethics, directly attacking his most vulnerable back, and, along with his companion, subjected him to a mixed double attack.
This situation made the Golden Emperor feel that his life was nearing its end.
He was inherently no match for the combined efforts of Zeke and The Emperor, and with Zeke's successful sneak attack, it was over.
Even at his peak, he was no match for the combined efforts of Zeke and The Emperor, let alone now that he had been stabbed. The battle was practically over...
"The Emperor, don't waste words with him. Act quickly, dig out his origin, and then fuse it. Our time is limited. This battle should end."
Zeke was clearly in a hurry. He didn't want to continue wasting time with the Golden Emperor here. Enough time had been wasted in this galaxy. Now it was time to end this battle.
"Alright!" The Emperor also wasted no words. Since Zeke was in a hurry, he naturally had to quickly deal with the Golden Emperor and allow himself to completely rise from the golden throne.
The Emperor extended his hand and plunged it fiercely into the Golden Emperor's wound, which Zeke had made with the giant sword.
The next second, the Golden Emperor felt something was wrong with his body. An endless stream of essence began to flow towards The Emperor and was completely absorbed by him.
"I lost..." In that instant, the Golden Emperor's face no longer held resentment, but rather a hint of relief.
"You are truly shameless enough. Losing to you, I truly don't feel wronged."
"Let it end, let it end. Everything should conclude now. I just hope you can continue to treat humanity kindly, just as I did."
They were originally one entity. Although they were vying for dominance, once everything settled, there was naturally no need to continue the struggle.
Now he only hoped that The Emperor would treat humanity kindly and not fail the legacy he had built.
"Of course, you are I, and I am you. My attitude towards humanity is the same as your attitude towards humanity. You don't need to worry about these issues."
The Emperor readily agreed, but his agreement alone was not enough. The Golden Emperor turned his gaze to Zeke.
As an Emperor himself, he naturally knew what kind of person he was.
He might have made many mistakes and wronged many people, but the one constant was his love for the human race as a whole.
So he actually wasn't worried about what The Emperor would do to humanity.
His only concern was Zeke. He didn't know who this new individual was. But Zeke's power was too immense.
Zeke's power was so great that even if he and The Emperor fused together, their combined combat strength would still be slightly less than Zeke's.
More importantly, he could feel that Zeke's power was increasing every moment, and at an utterly unreasonable speed.
"You don't trust me, do you?"
Zeke saw through his thoughts with just a glance, so he asked directly.
"Yes..." The Golden Emperor was already very weak. He could only utter this sentence feebly.
"My love is not for humanity as a whole. I simply cannot tolerate any race daring to lord over humanity."
"I am different from you. I wonder if this answer can put your mind at ease."
It was merely the Golden Emperor's last thought before his death. There was no deep enmity between them, so Zeke naturally answered his doubts directly.
Upon receiving Zeke's answer, the Golden Emperor closed his eyes with a sense of contentment.
He was truly too tired. Now that he had received an answer that satisfied him, there was naturally no reason to continue holding on.
He was tired enough; it was time to rest.
The Golden Emperor, who had barely managed to maintain his form, instantly transformed into countless specks of light after Zeke's words fell.
After these specks of light appeared, they surged madly towards The Emperor's body.
Just as there had been no problems when The Emperor fused with the other Immortals Emperor, Neos.
The fusion with the Golden Emperor, if not for the unresolved matters in the Golden Emperor's heart, would not have taken so long.
After all, they were originally one. How could it be so troublesome to re-integrate one's own essence back into one's body?
Now that the opponent was no longer resisting, and even actively fusing with The Emperor, everything was naturally over.
As all the specks of light merged into The Emperor's body, a powerful aura emanated from within The Emperor. Deification had begun!
The Emperor's ascension to godhood influenced the four gods who were locked in battle, causing them to stop fighting and turn their gaze towards the Emperor.
The Dark King has appeared!!!
When the aura of the Dark King permeated the entire Warp, the Four Chaos Gods engaged in battle all felt the crisis of their demise.
The Dark King is the god of destruction and decay! It is the end of all things, the absolute dominion over living beings.
Its appearance signifies the twilight of the gods, which is not good news for the Chaos Gods.
For Tzeentch and the others, they had never imagined that the Emperor would directly ascend to godhood, even though Zeke had made preparations for the Emperor's ascension multiple times. However, none of Tzeentch or the others believed it.
There was no other reason, because the essence of the Dark King is destruction!
They did not believe that Zeke would allow the Emperor to personally ascend to godhood, because this would mean absolute destruction, the destruction of humanity.
Zeke and the Emperor are different; he is a true human deity. They did not believe that Zeke would allow the Emperor to ascend to godhood and then let him wantonly destroy humanity.
This is also why they later chose to cooperate directly with Zeke; they did not believe such a thing would happen. However, the scene unfolding before them greatly exceeded their expectations.
Zeke did not stop the Emperor's ascension; he even helped the Emperor become the Dark King.
The warring Chaos Gods ceased their battle and exchanged glances, each understanding the other's unspoken meaning.
"Stop him! Eliminate him while he has just been born, so he cannot pose a threat to us!"
Although the battles between the Chaos Gods would eventually end, no matter what, what ended was only their physical forms, but their true selves still existed—this was a paradox.
Even if they directly disappeared, the celestial sphere would still exist, but the Dark King was entirely different.
We absolutely cannot allow the celestial sphere to truly ascend to become the Dark King; we must stop him!
However... although the Four Chaos Gods were highly motivated and prepared to fight to the death to prevent the Emperor from truly ascending to become the Dark King, their gaze fell upon Zeke, who was seated beside the Emperor.
Zeke did not stop the Emperor during his ascension. So now, if they tried to stop the Emperor, would he truly agree?
Tzeentch tentatively took a step forward. He had intended to directly attack the Emperor, but Zeke's presence forced him to be cautious.
"We must stop him. His divine position is the Dark King; he will destroy everything. For the entire galaxy, for humanity, we must stop his ascension. Please move aside!"
Tzeentch, who had always been a cunning and devious fellow, appeared before Zeke at this moment with dignity and without a trace of fear.
Even the other seven evil gods behind him also stepped forward, standing behind Tzeentch, showing their silent support for him.
Nurgle no longer feared Zeke. He also stood tall and straight.
Tzeentch's words represented their will. They could tolerate Zeke's power; they could also tolerate the Emperor becoming even more powerful.
But they could not tolerate the Emperor truly taking his divine seat.
"You? You wouldn't think that numbers alone could make me retreat, would you?"
Seeing these eight individuals so united and standing before him, Zeke slowly rose in the void, and the main cannon of the brilliant-class battleship behind him had already completed its charging.
More importantly, the eternal throne, which had not appeared for a long time, also emerged behind Zeke, and Zeke sat upon it.
Endless Warp energy transformed into specks of starlight in Zeke's hand, coiling around it.
In that instant, the aura Zeke displayed even surpassed that of the Dark King Emperor, who was in the process of completing his ascension.
The eternal throne continuously provided support to Zeke, and as Zeke sat upon it, a magnificent scroll appeared behind him.
From humanity's humble beginnings as ape-like creatures standing upright, to dominating the star sea, unmatched by anyone, scene after scene unfolded behind Zeke. It finally fixated on the aether phase engine that almost drained the entire The Void Realm.
An infinite fleet of human warships appeared behind Zeke. Even as mere phantoms, they still sent shivers down the spines of the Chaos Gods, who could feel the boundless power contained within the illusions.
A brilliant-class battleship alone was enough to severely wound a Chaos Gods, let alone other warships? Those were truly capable of obliterating the Chaos Gods.
More importantly, besides these things, they saw a cube, and on that cube was a unique symbol.
The unique symbol of the Fourth Catastrophe.
This symbol, as if representing all destruction and creation, appeared before the Four Chaos Gods. In this symbol, they saw countless destructions, but also countless new beginnings.
More importantly, the immense divine power represented by this symbol meant that no one could defy Zeke's will.
"Now tell me, what is your plan!"
Zeke's emotionless voice echoed in the ears of the eight Chaos Gods.
In that instant, they all took a step back in surprise, and even Tzeentch, who had stepped forward to question Zeke and demand he move aside, quickly hid behind Nurgle.
From the phantoms he had just seen displayed on Zeke's eternal throne, Tzeentch could determine that Zeke's power far exceeded that of the Emperor.
Moreover, the existence of that symbol had already made Tzeentch and the others feel a sense of dread, but when their gaze fell upon The Emperor, who was completing his ascension behind Zeke, their wavering resolve solidified once again.
That was the Dark King! The Dark King must not be born in the Warp; that represents all destruction and the end.
Zeke's power, no matter how great, was a matter for later. For now, Zeke could at most only hinder the four evil gods of his own universe.
The four evil gods from the The Golden Imperium could still act against the Dark King.
Perhaps Zeke's power was strong enough that he could obliterate them all later, but if they didn't stop The Emperor, they would be obliterated now.
One was to die sooner, one was to die later. How to die, which was right and wrong, which was more advantageous, they were not incapable of figuring out.
Even if the four evil gods from the The Golden Imperium were not necessarily a match for the Dark King, they still had reinforcements.
Tzeentch, whose figure had previously retreated, stepped forward again, holding an uncolored orb in his hand.
The next second, this orb was crushed by Tzeentch, and a tunnel appeared in this part of the Warp belonging to the The Golden Imperium.
The four Chaos Gods of the Warp from the galaxy that Zeke and his allies had been attacking also appeared in this universe.
Twelve Chaos Gods, four from Zeke's universe, four from the Golden Universe, and four newly and forcibly summoned by Tzeentch using some forbidden method from the galaxy 'circled' and confined by Zeke.
Their primal powers converged, forming a terrifying chaotic storm that almost tore apart the Warp itself!
Evil, chaos, distortion, corruption... various negative energies intertwined, transforming into a tangible Impact, surging towards Zeke, who sat upon the eternal throne, and the Dark King Emperor behind him, who was completing his final sublimation!
The twelve Chaos Gods joining forces was an unprecedented sight!
Its might even caused the entire Warp to tremble and wail! The Emperor's deification ritual experienced a momentary stagnation and fluctuation under the impact of this power!
With such immense power, these Chaos Gods began to feel confident. With the twelve of them united, could Zeke possibly stop them?
Relying on such might, Tzeentch, among the Chaos Gods, three Tzeentch almost simultaneously took a step forward.
The next second, Zeke's gaze focused on the three of them, and then the three of them silently took a step back.
Alright, twelve people are indeed formidable, and Zeke probably couldn't stop them.
But the problem is... in a one-on-one fight, they are absolutely no match for Zeke. Zeke could easily string up any one of them and beat them, and in various creative ways.
However, even so, Tzeentch, feeling certain of victory, still somewhat arrogantly issued his final warning to Zeke.
"Zeke, we've known each other for several years now. I know how formidable you are, and I'm even clearer about your abilities, but today, no matter what, you cannot protect this fellow!"
"Unless he gives up ascending as the Dark King, otherwise, no one can stop our will!"
"Even if we die, we will never let him ascend to his godhood so easily!"
Zeke sat upon the eternal throne, calmly observing the twelve chaotic torrents capable of annihilating galaxies.
Facing Tzeentch's ultimatum, the corner of his mouth even curved into a barely perceptible arc; it wasn't mockery, but rather a kind of... nonchalance, like watching a naughty child wave a wooden stick.
"Tzeentch, do you know why you cannot wield all of your authority?"
"When will this hesitant nature of yours end?"
"There is no room for discussion between us, nor any possibility of further negotiation, but your current nature keeps delaying things. Do you not want to be my enemy?"
"Or are you afraid now? Are you afraid of being my enemy?"
Tzeentch repeatedly showed timidity, and every time he saw Zeke, he had a fearful expression, which naturally made Zeke realize that this guy was scared.
But among the Chaos Gods, who wasn't afraid of Zeke? Perhaps only Khorne, that brute, wasn't afraid of Zeke.
Almost everyone among the Chaos Gods feared Zeke to their very core.
What kind of person was he?
He was also an Emperor of Mankind, but he was completely different from the Emperor.
It was one thing for him to possess immense power, but the warships behind him also possessed almost unrivaled power.
More importantly, the words of The Circle God from before were still echoing in the ears of the Chaos Gods: the Terran Dominion, that powerful civilization, was searching for their location, and in just 300 years, they would arrive here.
300 years is such a short time. Even if they defeated Zeke and prevented the Emperor from becoming a god, would anyone dare to do anything unfavorable to Zeke?
No one dared to do so.
But the hatred had already been forged. According to Zeke's nature, once this hatred was formed, then by the time the Terran Dominion's army arrived, the ashes of the four of them would be completely scattered.
Tzeentch's face turned green, then purple, then filled with grandeur, and finally returned to its blue hue.
"So what? I am indeed afraid of you. Is there anything wrong with admitting that? Ask these guys, which one of them doesn't fear you?"
"I don't need you to lecture me like this. I'll ask you one last time: either you step aside and leave here, or you persuade The Emperor to give up ascending as the Dark King."
"We have already taken a step back. As long as The Emperor doesn't ascend to the godhood of the Dark King, then we will pretend we never came today.
This matter today will be considered settled. He can choose the same path as the Golden Emperor and become the master of mankind!"
"With the protection of you two, humanity will still be incredibly powerful. This is not a loss for The Emperor, isn't that right?"
Tzeentch gave what he considered to be the best answer and solution. As long as Zeke could get The Emperor to stop ascending as the Dark King and instead become the master of mankind, then this matter today would be over.
If this matter today were over, then they would, of course, still be original collaborators.
"As long as this matter today is settled, we can still unite and continue to conquer other galaxies. Humanity can still gain more territory, and they can still become stronger. Isn't that enough?"
What a wonderful proposal it was. Any ordinary person, or rather, any normal fellow, Tzeentch firmly believed, would absolutely not refuse his proposal.
But the one currently before Tzeentch and these Chaos Gods was not a normal fellow; he was a Zeke who was not normal at all.
Even though they had known Zeke for some time, even now, Tzeentch didn't dare to claim he truly understood Zeke; this guy's favorite thing to do was make extraordinary decisions.
"Hehehe..."
"You mean not to ascend as the Dark King?"
"Your proposal is somewhat interesting, but why should I consider it?"
Zeke conversed with the Chaos Gods opposite him while sensing the changes in the Emperor's aura behind him.
The aura of the one ring was becoming increasingly rich and profound, clearly indicating that the Emperor was about to ascend to the position of the Dark King.
Agreeing was absolutely out of the question.
Zeke was waiting for The Emperor to ascend quickly and then rise to face the enemy, but what were the Chaos Gods waiting for?
These Chaos Gods opposite him, out of fear, had not dared to engage him in a major battle to this point; instead, they were trying to persuade him through verbal sparring.
This, naturally, was the biggest difference; such cowardly Chaos Gods were destined to meet their failure.
Before Zeke could agree, the Emperor completed his ascension. An unrivaled aura poured forth from the Emperor, even directly permeating the Warp and affecting the fleets fighting in the real universe.
Majestic, master of mankind, Dark King!!