"I am your fitness coach!"
"I am the muscle god!"
"Do you feel my Muscle Power?"
"As long as you get my Nine Birds Needle technique, your Muscle Power can be fully unleashed."
"Don't be afraid, there are only slight side effects, and you are still natural."
Tzeentch, suppressing his discomfort, continuously poured his power into Magnus' body.
At the same time, he relentlessly overwrote Magnus' mind with knowledge such as: 'Tzeentch is the muscle god', 'Tzeentch is Magnus' coach', 'It's fine to take a little of Teacher Tzeentch's medicine', and 'These are just some drugs with very mild side effects'.
Tzeentch also discovered some patterns: even he couldn't completely eradicate the bacteria parasitic in Magnus' book, but those bacteria preferred to consume more complex knowledge first. Furthermore, the less credible, less information-dense, and less classifiable as knowledge a piece of information was, the later those bacteria would consume it.
So, Tzeentch crammed this almost entirely false, simple, and foolish knowledge, which even an Ogryn could barely comprehend, into Magnus' mind, temporarily stabilizing Magnus' worldview and filling some of the voids in his brain.
Magnus let out a roar, and a surge of Muscle Power—oh no, Psyker energy—erupted.
The Psyker energy condensed into pale, fiercely burning steam, coiling around Magnus' crimson, hot muscles. His fractured spine also healed.
Nine scars appeared on Magnus' body, from which threads extended, resembling IV tubes connecting to Tzeentch.
Tzeentch forcefully injected streams of power into Magnus' body, further elevating Magnus' aura.
The Psyker energy erupting from his muscles struck Alexander and Guilliman like fists, pushing both of them back almost instantly.
"Damn it, you blue bird, you're being dishonorable again! I'm going to curse you right here!"
Seeing this sudden turn of events, Alexander immediately understood what had happened: Tzeentch was playing dirty again.
But Alexander wasn't flustered.
He had learned a fact from both Sanguinius and Nurgle:
The gods are the beings with the strongest will in their respective domains, and in the Warp, will is everything. Therefore, the gods are almost omnipotent in their own domains, possessing infinite power.
However, once they use too much will to interfere with reality and other domains, their infinite will becomes finite, and their omnipotence becomes non-omnipotence. Their domains will then expose flaws.
Other gods would then swarm in, devouring and plundering his domain.
Tzeentch's domain in the Warp was wide open, and Alexander also had allies in the Warp.
Magnus twisted his body and stood up from the ground. He let out a low growl, and a flicker of light passed through his single eye.
He seemed to remember something...
"I remember!"
"I remember everything!"
"Father is dying, and is now sitting on the Golden Throne!"
Magnus mumbled to himself, then abruptly looked up and pointed at Roboute Guilliman:
"Guilliman, is it you?! Have you finally betrayed us?!"
"You ambitious fellow! No wonder our brothers suspected you of hoarding power by occupying the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar—"
"You *Macragge expletive* bullshit!"
Magnus' words drove Guilliman to extreme fury.
"Ambitious? You're never-ending with this ambitious talk, are you?"
"When you *Ultramar expletive* were researching Psyker powers, why didn't you think you were ambitious?"
"When Horus was heavily promoting warrior lodges, why did no one think he was ambitious?"
"When Leman Russ was full of little secrets, why did no one think he was ambitious?"
"When Alpharius was constantly lurking and engaging in espionage, why did no one think he was ambitious?"
Perhaps due to Kairos' spell, Guilliman's long-suppressed anger erupted:
"Is wanting my people to live good lives considered ambitious?!"
"You arrogant, corrupt, and father-obsessed infants, what do you know!"
He barely waited for Alexander, directly swinging the Emperor's Sword and clashing with Magnus again.
Meanwhile, in the Warp, the moment Tzeentch's attention became overly focused on reality and his will excessively concentrated on Magnus, the Slaanesh daemons and Nurgle daemons, who had long been poised, simultaneously let out joyful laughter.
They had been waiting for this moment for a long time. According to Mortarion's numerology calculations, the Lord of Change was bound to expose a weakness in this war, giving them an opportunity to invade.
The Slaanesh daemons let out piercing, lewd laughter, dancing in a blasphemous manner as they charged into Tzeentch's domain. They forced every Tzeentch daemon they saw, from the smallest Pink Horror to the Chief Greater Daemon Lord of Change, sparing none.
If a Tzeentch daemon was too powerful to be forced by a single Slaanesh daemon, they would swarm it and attack as a group. The Slaanesh daemon's Keepers of Secrets also joined the revelry.
For a time, there was no clashing of swords or swirling of sorcerous flames on the battlefield, only squelching sounds.
The most dangerous part was that all these Slaanesh daemons carried sexually transmitted diseases!
And these daemons even seemed to flaunt their STDs as a twisted badge of honor!
This was a power Slaanesh had shared from Nurgle; through sex and twisted honor, she had, to some extent, gained control over the power of sexually transmitted diseases.
Syphilis, genital warts, AIDS, and various other STDs spread among the Tzeentch daemons.
Meanwhile, Nurgle daemons laughed heartily. The laughter of seven hundred seventy thousand Nurgle daemons combined, transforming into a plague wind that swept fiercely towards Tzeentch's Crystal Labyrinth.
The Lord of Change daemons, who were being tackled by large groups of Slaanesh daemons, let out piercing wails, continuously oozing viscous rainbow-colored liquid.
But the Slaanesh daemons didn't care. They had already learned from Nurgle daemons that this viscous rainbow-colored liquid was actually the accumulated knowledge, will, and personality of the Lord of Change daemons over many years.
Using these liquids as lubricant... that was simply too Slaanesh!
Praise the Lord of Hunger!!!
But Tzeentch was not one to sit idly by. A Chief Greater Daemon, resembling a parrot, twisted its body, cawing and roaring as it landed on the battlefield. Almost the instant it arrived, eerie illusions, sorcerous fires, and blasphemous rituals spread across the battlefield.
The Lord of Change daemon M'ka'chen, who had just been promoted to Chief Greater Daemon by Tzeentch, descended upon the battlefield.
This Chief Greater Daemon was already the strongest, oldest, and most fortunate of all the Lord of Change daemons, besides Kairos.
However, perhaps out of Tzeentch's malicious humor, or perhaps its birth truly was related to the Dragon States, or perhaps the people of the Dragon States cursed it with this insulting term—
In any case, its name, M'ka'chen, likely originated from the Cantonese curse "ham ka chan" (Cover the family with a shovel) from the Dragon States, which roughly means 'may your whole family die'.
But the Slaanesh daemons were completely unfazed, for they knew that the plague God had arranged an opponent for this Chief Greater Daemon.
An opponent it could absolutely not defeat...
"Even in war, do not forget to rest."
"Even in slaughter, do not forget vigilance."
"All beings are enraged, only I watch calmly."
"All beings are fearful, only I strike firmly."
Seven cold voices emanated from the pale, slightly dark green poisonous gas.
Seven figures emerged from it, clad in dark green mutated Mortarion-pattern Terminator power armor, wearing eerie hoods, and wielding rusted scythes.
"We are nameless, we are dead."
"We are the cold gaze of the Lord of Clouds."
"We are the soul-reaping scythe of the Pale King."
"We are the Death Shroud."
Seven of Mortarion's Death Shroud Terminators stood within forty-nine paces of their gene-father, while seven Death Guard standard bearers held triangular battle standards beside them, as if performing a ritual.
And standing among them, naturally, was Mortarion, the Lord of Clouds.
His pale face was hidden beneath a purplish-brown hood, and a pair of moth wings buzzed, scattering a rain of scales, spreading the poisonous gas from Barbarus.
"This is a practical lesson, to demonstrate the great power of numerology to Nurgle."
Mortarion's voice was as pale as a flickering ghost, chillingly cold.
But the seven Death Shroud and seven standard bearers felt only loyalty and reverence from the bottom of their hearts. They were all warriors who had followed Mortarion since Barbarus, his most trusted sons—
"Mortarion, I am Nurgle's chosen, let me down!!!" Typhus, trapped on a metal banner, twisted his massive body clad in Terminator power armor, his pustules and flies roaring along with him.
But Mortarion was completely unfazed, merely stating in a calm tone: "It is precisely because you are a chosen one that you are worthy of being a battle standard."
"Your birth date and month are perfectly aligned with numerology. How wonderful, a natural battle standard. I shouldn't have made you a First Company Captain back then; it would have been much better to hang you from the prow of the 'Endurance' since you enjoy navigating ships so much."
"*Barbarus expletive*" Ugly curses spewed from Typhus' mouth.
"Bastard, do you even deserve to speak the language of Barbarus?" Mortarion scoffed, casually made a few calculations, and gagged Typhus.
Whether it was an illusion or not, after he started explaining numerology to Nurgle, Mortarion's own mastery of numerology deepened, and his mental state also improved significantly, with some of the gloom in his heart seemingly disappearing.
But without further thought, Mortarion directly led his seven Death Shroud guards and seven Death Guard standard bearers into the midst of the Tzeentch daemons.
He was like a reaper on a pale world; each swing of his scythe, named 'Annihilation', effortlessly harvested the lives of a group of daemons.
Even the newly appointed Chief Greater Daemon M'ka'chen couldn't withstand seven moves before his head was severed by the scythe.
Looking at Tzeentch's Crystal Labyrinth, which had fallen into chaos, the Emperor and Khorne, who were continuously clashing in the Warp near Terra, exchanged glances.
Both were currently at a stalemate, neither able to decisively defeat the other.
The Emperor couldn't completely eradicate Khorne's influence on Terra, and Khorne couldn't infiltrate more power into Terra.
They were at a standstill; neither could gain a greater advantage or more benefits.
But in that brief exchange of glances, they reached a consensus.
Since they couldn't gain benefits from each other, why not—
Why not temporarily cease hostilities and together take a bite out of Tzeentch!
Instantly, The Emperor's Cursed Legion and Khorne's daemon army simultaneously appeared in Tzeentch's Crystal Labyrinth.