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

Chapter 371: Bad news came from the subspace.
The flames of war raged in Tzeentch's domain. On the moon, the Primarch Roboute Guilliman and his brother Magnus collided again.
Magnus' muscles swelled and pressed against each other, wriggling and twisting like the roots of a Catachan tree, wrapping blasphemous patterns around the nine scars on his body.
Nine patterns including bird head, eagle eye, witch fire, flame of change, crow, etc. are like tattoos on Magnus's scarlet body, making him look like a member of the Hive Gang who has been transformed by flesh and blood.

"Muscle power is responding to me!"

"Muscle power! Spin! Roar! Cheer!"

The scarlet fist hit Guilliman's face hard. Not to be outdone, Guilliman smashed Magnus' face with the Hand of Domination, which could knock down a Titan with one punch.
The two primarchs' faces were distorted for a moment.

"Magnus! Look at what you look like now!"

"Depraved! Ugly! You are still begging for power from your blasphemous master!!"

Robert Guilliman's roar rang out, and the Emperor's sword drew an arc like a solar prominence, slashing heavily at Magnus' neck.

"I don't use those with serious side effects. I use all natural products. At most, I take some steroids given by the Muscle God!"

Magnus's speech was incoherent and he was talking nonsense that Guilliman couldn't understand.
The Emperor's sword struck Magnus' neck directly, but there was no blood flowing as Guilliman had expected.

Magnus tensed the muscles in his neck and actually used those ferocious muscle fibers to block the sharp edge of the Emperor's Sword.

"The Lord of Change has injected a lot of power into Magnus' body."

"At the same time, in order to make him under his control, the Lord of Change followed Magnus's muscle worldview and injected a bunch of false knowledge related to muscle fitness into his brain."

Sanguinius' voice rang out in Zhou Yun's pocket, and the weakness in his voice had been reduced a lot:
"Now in Magnus's mind, the Lord of Change is the God of Muscles, His blessings are steroids, and psychic power is muscle strength."

"The most amazing thing is that Magnus is now the incarnation of the Lord of Change. In order to allow his will and power to be injected into Magnus' body without rejection, Tzeentch had to twist the part of his will that was injected into Magnus' body into the posture of the God of Muscles."

"Fitness, muscle building, and the use of drugs to pursue external muscle changes. Tzeentch is forcibly incorporating fitness and muscle into his domain."

"God of Muscles! Train me!!!" Magnus roared, and a strange spiritual energy emerged from his muscles.

This psychic energy did not cause any changes in the outside world, but only made Magnus' muscles swell further, forcing him to spread out the Emperor's Sword.
But Guilliman's combat experience allowed him to react quickly. The golden flames containing the Emperor's psychic energy were directly sprinkled on Magnus's single eye, causing Magnus to feel a sharp pain.
Guilliman took advantage of the situation to put away his sword, then concentrated all his strength and stabbed Magnus in the chest.
The Emperor's Sword pierced Magnus's left chest, and the raging golden flames gnawed at Magnus's muscles like a greedy wolf.
This caused Magnus to growl, but he did not seem to be seriously injured.

How could this be? As the Primarch, Guilliman was absolutely certain that he had at least one heart on the left side like a normal person.

Not only him, the other primarch brothers should be similar!

However, the sharp blade that pierced Magnus' left chest did not give him the feeling of piercing his heart.

".The heart is on the left? Is the heart on the left or the right?"

Magnus murmured to himself as if trying to recall:

"Hey! I'm fine now. The heart is on the right side after all!"

Guilliman's expression was dull.

"He forgot whether his heart is on the left or right side, so his psychic energy makes his heart in an uncertain state." Sanguinius spoke slowly again in the four-dimensional pocket, and the weakness in his voice had become less at this moment.

Guilliman also noticed this, he quickly drew out the Emperor's Sword, and retreated violently to create some distance between himself and Magnus.

"Hmph! Want to escape?"

The Scarlet King roared angrily and stomped his legs on the ground, stirring up a cloud of gray and white dust. The muscles in his legs gathered strength like springs, and every vein was twisted like a coiled dragon. He jumped up and pounced on Robert Guilliman.
But at this moment, Zhou Yun once again controlled the gravity around Magnus through the terraforming engine in the lunar core.

This time it was not enhanced, but the gravity of the moon was returned to its original state, back to one sixth of the gravity of the earth. Magnus only felt that his body became lighter. He jumped too high and passed directly over Guilliman's head.
And what was waiting for him was.
Golden light poured down from the dark sky, and for a moment it seemed like the sun's rays were shining on the moon's shadow.
The pure white feathers with a hint of metallic blue slowly fell from mid-air, landing on the gray moon surface as lightly as a shadow.
In an instant, the cold, dead and empty moon surface was filled with color, joy and beauty.

The Battle Sisters' Head Sister, Morwen Val, gave an excited cheer, then lowered her head and began to pray devoutly.

Even the Custodians, who often doubted their primarch and had no religious beliefs, were shocked by this moment, and their well-tempered minds began to shake slightly.

The golden eyes looked down at Magnus with peace, and the teardrop-shaped Spear of Bigong flashed with the cold light of the energy field.

Then, the Primarch of the 9th Legion, Archangel Sanguinius, joined the battlefield.

The battlecruiser burning with flames was like a ghost hovering over the sky above the Tzeentch Realm.

This warship seemed to have returned from the realm of death, returning to endless conquest and expedition.
The ship's identification code gave its name to the Warp: Mars-class battlecruiser Imperial Icon, a dead ship.

Standing on the bridge was a mortal wearing the golden armor of the Sun Lord and a laurel wreath on his burning skull.
The mortal looked down at Tzeentch's demonic domain, then looked back at the ghost warships that continued to emerge from the fire behind him, and looked at the identification codes of those dead warships.
The Paragon of Abomination that fell in the Battle of Randan, the flagship of the White Scars, the Bladestorm, Captain Garro's Eisenstein, and the Pure Flame that died in the Gothic War. Those dead warships that fought to the last moment are following behind him.
The mortal's fleshless mouth seemed to reveal a smile.
"The expedition will not stop until the end of reality!"

He seemed to give a battle cry, yet he seemed to say nothing.

But on those thousands of ghost warships, the wildfire suddenly became more intense, and light spears and macro cannons were unleashed upon Tzeentch's territory.

On the other side of the battlefield, dark smoke filled the air, the smell of blood continued to emerge, and arrogant laughter poured out from the war and killing.

The first Daemon Prince of Khorne, Destroyer, descended upon Tzeentch's Crystal Labyrinth.

This demon prince, who was promoted from an ancient Terra warlord, wore a cloak woven from a thousand Space Marine skulls, wielded the Axe of Khorne, and led a large number of bloodletters to begin reaping the territory of Tzeentch.

And Tzeentch himself was as anxious as a blue-feathered chicken on Mad Thursday.
In addition to the Emperor and Khorne, the coalition forces of Slaanesh and Nurgle are also rapidly occupying those areas that originally belonged to Tzeentch.
Facing the demon primarch Mortarion, the great demons under Tzeentch were no different from the sickly wheat of Barbarus.

Tzeentch's condition was not good either. Muscles began to appear faintly on his ever-changing body.

In order to squeeze his will and strength into Magnus' body without rejection, Tzeentch had to begin to accept that fitness and muscle building were also part of the change, and that the constant pursuit of muscle growth was also a pursuit of change.
Muscles should belong to Slaanesh and Khorne. The pursuit of muscle beauty belongs to Slaanesh, and the pursuit of muscle strength belongs to Khorne.
But now Tzeentch has intervened and accepted that muscle gain is also a change,
This acceptance will directly reflect on Tzeentch himself and his realm, and will have a significant impact on him, his daemons, and his followers.
If his domain had not been invaded, then Tzeentch could at least rely on his own vast domain to continuously dilute this influence.

But now he is being invaded and losing territory.
The loss of domain means the loss of authority and concepts. The gods are plundering the concepts that are intertwined with Tzeentch.
But Slaanesh and Khorne seemed to have done it on purpose and did not touch the muscles.

As other powers and concepts decrease, the proportion of muscle power and concepts will increase, and the influence on Tzeentch and Tzeentch's territory will also increase.

If this continues, there might be a gym growing in the crystal maze.

What made Tzeentch even more anxious was that he had not gained any real advantage in the battlefield of the material universe.
Sanguinius has recovered and is back on the battlefield.
Even though Magnus was blessed with many gifts, he still could not defeat both Primarchs at the same time.

Especially since one of them is Sanguinius.
Maybe in the end, Tzeentch even lost Magnus.
The only options now are
"Haha. This is all part of the fat loss plan. Oh no, this is all part of the plan."

On the moon, Magnus suddenly felt a surge of powerful "steroids" flowing into his body.
Instantly, his muscle power surged like a wave, constantly washing over every part of his body, causing his muscles to swell even more.

"Oh!!!! I feel my muscle strength has reached its peak!!"

"Coach! I want to do the Nine Birds Needle Technique!!"

Magnus roared, his muscles expanding almost to their limit, and now he was even bigger and stronger than Vulkan.
Then, in front of the confused gazes of Guilliman, Sanguinius and Zhou Yun, BANG!!!

(End of this chapter)