I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 370: You're still ambitious, aren't you?!

"I'm your fitness coach!"

"I am the muscle god!"

"Do you feel the strength of my muscles?"

"As long as you are pierced with my Nine Birds Needle Technique, your muscle strength will be fully enhanced."

"Don't be afraid, it's just a minor side effect, you're still natural."

Tzeentch endured the pain and continuously injected his power into Magnus' body.

At the same time, he kept copying the knowledge such as "Tzeentch is the god of muscles", "Tzeentch is Magnus's coach", "It's okay to take a moderate amount of Tzeentch's medicine", "It's just some medicine with very mild side effects" into Magnus' mind.
Tzeentch also discovered some patterns. Even he could not completely eliminate the bacteria that parasitized the Book of Magnus, but those bacteria preferred to eat more complex knowledge first. The less credible, the lower the information density, and the less knowledge that could be called knowledge, the later those bacteria would eat it.
So Tzeentch stuffed this almost completely false, simple and stupid knowledge that even Ogryn could barely understand into Magnus' mind, temporarily stabilizing Magnus's worldview and making the emptiness in Magnus' mind less.

Magnus roared, and his tremendous muscle power, no, spiritual energy suddenly surged out.
The spiritual energy condensed into pale steam that seemed to be burning fiercely, wrapping around Magnus's scarlet and hot muscles, and the broken spine in his back also healed.
Nine scars appeared on Magnus' body, with threads extending from them, and at the same time connected to Tzeentch's body like infusion tubes.

Tzeentch suddenly injected a stream of power into Magnus' body, which further enhanced Magnus's aura.
The psychic energy that surged out of the muscles hit Zhou Yun and Guilliman like a fist, forcing the two back in almost an instant.

"Fuck Lan Gugu, you don't follow martial ethics, I'm going to scold you right here!"

Zhou Yun saw this sudden scene and immediately understood what had happened. It was Jianqi who was in trouble again.

But Zhou Yun was not panicked.
He had learned a fact from both Sanguinius and his father.
The gods are the beings with the strongest will in their respective fields, and will is everything in the subspace, so the gods are almost omnipotent in their respective fields and have infinite power.

But once they use too much will to interfere with reality and other realms, their infinite will will become limited, and omnipotence will become non-omnipotence, and their realm will reveal flaws.

Other gods would gnaw their way up and plunder his territory.

Tzeentch now has his portals wide open in the Warp, and Zhou Yun also has allies in the Warp.

Magnus twisted his body and stood up from the ground. He let out a low growl, and a light flashed in his one eye.
He seemed to remember something.
"I remembered!"

"I remember everything now!"

"Father is dying and now sits on the golden throne!"

Magnus muttered to himself, then suddenly raised his head and pointed at Robert Guilliman:
"Guilliman, is it you? Are you finally betraying me?!"

"You are such an ambitious fellow! No wonder our brothers all suspect that you occupy the 500 worlds of Ultramar for your own benefit—"

"Shut up your *Macragge swearword* bullshit!"

Magnus' words made Guilliman extremely angry.

"Ambitious? Ambitiousness never ends, right?"

"Why didn't you feel ambitious when you *Ultramar expletive* studied psionics?"

"Why didn't anyone think Horus was ambitious when he started the Warrior Society?"

"How come no one thinks Ryan is ambitious when he has so many little secrets?"

"When Alpharius was lurking and conducting spy warfare everywhere, didn't anyone think he was ambitious?"

It seemed to be the effect of Kalos's spell, Guilliman's long-suppressed anger was released:

"Is it that I am ambitious just because I want my people to live a good life?!"

"You arrogant, depraved, father-loving babies, what do you know!"

He hardly waited for Zhou Yun, and directly swung the Emperor's Sword and collided with Magnus again.

And in the warp, at the moment when Tzeentch's attention was too much on reality and his will was too focused on Magnus, the Slaanesh demons and Nurgle maggots who had been ready for action laughed happily at the same time.

They have been waiting for this moment for a long time. According to Mortarion's calculations using numerology, the Lord of Change will inevitably reveal a flaw in this war, giving them the opportunity to invade.

The Slaanesh demons laughed obscenely and danced blasphemously as they charged into Tzeentch's territory. They forced every Tzeentch demon they saw, from the smallest pink terror to the great demon Lord of Change, to kill none of them.

If a Tzeentch Daemon becomes too powerful to be controlled by a Slaanesh Daemon alone, they will rush forward and attack in groups, and the Great Keepers of the Slaanesh Daemon will also join in the feast.

For a moment, there was no clash of swords or flying of witchcraft flames on the battlefield, only the sound of puffing.

The most dangerous thing is that these Slaanesh demons all have venereal diseases! And these demons seem to show off their venereal diseases as a twisted honor!

This is the power that Slaanesh shared from Nurgle. With the help of sex and twisted honor, she has mastered the power of venereal disease to a certain extent.
Various sexually transmitted diseases such as syphilis, genital warts, and AIDS are spreading among the demons of Tzeentch.

The Nurgle demons laughed heartily. The laughter of 770,000 Nurgle demons combined together and turned into a plague wind that blew violently into Tzeentch's crystal labyrinth.
The Variable Demons that were pounced upon by the large groups of Slaanesh Devil let out sharp wails, and they were constantly leaking sticky rainbow-colored liquid.
But the Slaanesh demons didn't care. They had learned from the Nurgle demons that this viscous rainbow-colored liquid was actually the knowledge, will and personality accumulated by the Lords of Change over the years.

Using these liquids to lubricate is so lustful!

Praise the Lord of Hunger!!!

But Tzeentch did not sit still and wait for death. A parrot-like demon twisted its body and landed on the battlefield with a roar. Almost at the moment of its arrival, strange hallucinations, witchcraft fires and blasphemous rituals spread on the battlefield.
The ever-changing demon king Ma Kachen, who had just been promoted to the chief demon by Tzeentch, descended on the battlefield.

This great demon was the most powerful, oldest, and luckiest of all the ever-changing demons, except for Carlos.
But maybe it was due to Tzeentch's bad taste, maybe its birth was really related to the Dragon Kingdoms, or maybe the people of the Dragon Kingdoms cursed it with this insulting word.

Anyway, its name M'ka chen is likely derived from the Cantonese swear word "ham ka chan" in the Dragon Kingdom, which roughly means "die with the whole family."

But the demons of Slaanesh were not panicking at all, because they knew that the God of Plague had arranged an opponent for this great demon.

An opponent it can never defeat.
"Even if you are at war, don't forget to rest."

"Even if you kill, don't forget to be vigilant."

"Everyone is angry, but I am watching calmly."

"Everyone is afraid, but I will attack firmly."

Seven cold voices came from the pale poisonous gas with a hint of dark green.

Seven figures wearing dark green distorted Hades-type Terminator power armor, wearing gloomy hoods and holding rusty giant sickles emerged from the crowd.
"We are nameless, we are dead."

"We are the cold glance of the Lord of Darkness."

"We are the Pale King's soul-harvesting sickle."

"We are the shroud of death."

Seven of Mortarion's guards, Shroud Terminators, stood within forty-nine steps of their Gene-Father, and seven Death Guard standard-bearers held high their triangular banners, standing beside them, as if they were performing some kind of ritual.
Standing between them was, of course, Mortarion, the Lord of Darkness.

The pale face was hidden under the purple-brown hood, and a pair of moth wings were buzzing and trembling, scattering scale powder like raindrops, spreading the poisonous gas from Barbarus,

"This is a practical lesson to show my father the power of numerology."

Mortarion's voice was as pale as a ghost, and extremely cold.
But the seven shrouds and seven bannermen only had loyalty and respect from the bottom of their hearts. They were all warriors who had followed Mortarion since Barbarus, and were his most trusted heirs.

"Motarion, I am the chosen one of the loving father, let me down!!!" Trapped on the metal flag, Typhus twisted his huge body in the Terminator power armor, and the pustules and flies on his body also roared.

But Mortarion was not at all flustered. He just said calmly: "It is precisely because you are chosen by God that you are worthy of being the banner."

"Your birth date is very consistent with numerology. Great, you are born to be a battle flag. I shouldn't have let you be a captain back then. It would have been better to hang you on the bow of the Endurance. After all, you like to guide the ship so much."

"*Barbarus swears*" The ugly swear words came out of Typhon's mouth.

"Bastard, are you worthy enough to speak Barbarus' language?" Mortarion sneered, punched a few numbers at random, and blocked Typhon's mouth.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but after starting to explain numerology to his loving father, Mortarion’s grasp of numerology has become deeper and deeper. At the same time, his mentality has become much better than before, and some of the haze in his heart seems to have disappeared.

But without thinking too much, Mortarion led his seven shroud guards and seven death guard standard bearers and charged into the Tzeentch demons.

He was like a reaper in the pale world. Every time he swung the sickle called Silence, he easily reaped the lives of a group of demons.

Even the new chief demon horse, Kachen, couldn't survive seven strikes before his head was chopped off by the sickle.

Looking at the chaotic Tzeentch Crystal Labyrinth, the Emperor and Khorne, who were constantly fighting in the Warp near Terra, looked at each other.
The two of them are now at a point where neither can defeat the other.

The Emperor was unable to completely eliminate Khorne's influence on Terra, and Khorne was unable to infiltrate more power into Terra.
The two men were in a stalemate, and neither could gain greater advantage or obtain more benefits.

But in the moment of exchanging glances, the two reached a consensus.
Since you can't get any benefit from the other party, why not
Why don't we stop the fighting temporarily and bite off a piece of meat from Tzeentch together!

In an instant, the Emperor's Cursed Legion and Khorne's Daemon Army appeared in Tzeentch's Crystal Labyrinth at the same time.

(End of this chapter)