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

Chapter 373: Prime Minister of the Tzeentch Empire and Abaddon's Arrears (-word chapter in two chapters)
"quack."

Tzeentch let out a sharp bird cry, anxiously extending his power to every corner of his territory.
The fragmented areas in the Crystal Labyrinth began to be repaired, and the demons from other realms were expelled bit by bit.
However, there are still a large number of areas that have been tainted by the corruption of Khorne, Nurgle, and Slaanesh, and have completely become their domains. Tzeentch cannot directly interfere with those areas with his own power. He must win those areas back through a new round of the Great Game. Of course, he may never win them back.
But at least there is still hope. What bothers Tzeentch the most are the areas occupied by the Emperor.

The Lord of Mankind burned those areas with blazing flames, turning everything into scorched earth, leaving only pure destruction.

Those realms were destroyed utterly, and like the daemons annihilated by the Emperor's fire, neither Tzeentch nor any other god could ever occupy them again.

Tzeentch roughly calculated that he had lost nearly one-fifth of his territory.
Most of the three areas of mutation, distortion and numbers were taken away by Nurgle, the desire for power and self-breakthrough was taken away by Slaanesh, and the strategies in war were plundered by Khorne.
Tzeentch's power suddenly weakened greatly.

Generally speaking, since the galaxy is full of wars nowadays, the strongest of the four gods is Khorne, followed by Tzeentch, third is Nurgle, and finally Slaanesh.

But if there is great rebellion, change, and revolution in the galaxy, then Tzeentch will rise to the top.
If there is a great plague, stagnation or decline in the galaxy, then Nurgle will rise to the top.
If lust, thirst, and art prevail in the galaxy, then the power of Slaanesh will be greatly enhanced.

But now, as one grows stronger while the other shrinks, Tzeentch feels that his power has almost weakened to the point where it is inferior to Nurgle, but still stronger than Slaanesh.

This meant that for a long time, He had to focus more on the subspace and the Great Game, trying His best to recover His lost power.
We have to pay less attention to the real universe, even though it is a critical moment in the real universe.
"How abominable! Blue civet cat!"

Jianqi had a ferocious look on his face. He held a dumbbell in one hand and cursed in a hoarse voice.

He was clearly just a minor god who hadn't really ascended to the throne yet, and was still only half a chess piece, yet he was played to such an extent.
The only good news is that He also took the opportunity to seize some of the areas related to muscle building, fitness, and training from Khorne and Slaanesh.

These areas are ultimately about self-enhancement, dissatisfaction with the current stagnation of the flesh, and the pursuit of changes in the flesh and blood body.

Tzeentch managed to make up for some of the losses by eating into these areas and occupying them.
However, this also greatly changed Tzeentch himself and his domain, causing him to feel a strong sense of discomfort.

He must spend more time digesting those areas.

"Just wait, you blue civet cat."

As Tzeentch began to squat on one leg, he said with hatred,
But right now, He had to focus on the Great Game and was busy digesting the fields of muscle, fitness, and exercise. For the time being, He had no time to deal with the blue civet cat stuffed in the body of the material universe.
Even Tzeentch couldn't use Magnus and the Thousand Sons to deal with Zhou Yun.
Magnus is taking his offspring, who all have a very low body fat percentage, to start working out on the steroid planet. Tzeentch cannot force Magnus to give up working out, pursue muscle changes, and carry out his will in the real universe.

Just as Slaanesh could not make Fulgrim give up his lust, Khorne could not make Angron give up his rage.

Then, traces of fate began to appear before Tzeentch's eyes.

Even if he can't do it himself, Tzeentch can still cleverly push the course of fate and choose the right chess pieces to fight against the blue cats for him.
He began to do a double-handed dumbbell bench press while searching for the right chess piece in fate.
He quickly found three old chess pieces that could be used. They had all been blessed by the Four Gods and were just right for dealing with the blue civet cat.
"Haha, this is all going according to plan!"

The Warp, that part of the realm where Slaanesh and Nurgle intertwine,
The purple and gold interlaced obscene mist kept floating, and the demons of Slaanesh showed off the venereal diseases they had just contracted to each other.

The green-brown fusion of vengeance stagnated and stuck, and the demons of Nurgle stirred the crucible to cultivate a new venereal disease.

This area is exactly about sexually transmitted diseases, and the Father generously used this area to make up for the losses of Slaanesh in the areas of fitness, muscle building and muscle.

The wills of the two intertwined in this area, constantly communicating and conversing.
The will of Slaanesh extended from the chamber. He lay gracefully on the bed, twisting his obscene yet pure body, constantly enjoying the new experience brought by the new realm.
This time He gained a lot, second only to Nurgle who released his Primarch, so He was naturally in a good mood.

But Slaanesh was also slightly confused.

"Father, why do you want me to cede some of the areas of muscle, fitness, and muscle building to Tzeentch?"

"Although these areas are not highly compatible with Him and will make Him feel painful and difficult to digest, they are still beneficial to Him after all."

Slaanesh licked his lips and asked the Plague God in a gentle tone.

However, Nurgle, who was stirring the soup, just laughed.

“Everything is guided by numerology.”

This is what the God of Plague, who obeyed the guidance of numerology and reaped the greatest rewards in the end, said.

Prime Minister Tirian has been suffering a lot in the past ten days.
This kind of pain is spiritual, torturing his heart every moment.

In the long years before this, Tyrian had always felt that although all the twelve high lords had mental illnesses, they were still among the best people in the empire without exception.

Now Tyrian thought that perhaps having mental illness was what made them excellent as high lords.

How could they be so calm and so cold in the face of those things?
The representative of the Inquisition issued the "Order of Ersl", and all regular armed forces on Terra were transferred back to the palace and stationed on the Eternal Wall. Large areas of the city were completely abandoned, leaving only a small number of guard forces from the Ministry of Justice.
Both Els and Tyrian understood what this meant.
Tyrian was dizzy. He remembered the regional governors who had roared at him, fighting bloody battles with the Blood God followers who had emerged from the depths of the Terran hive.

Some of them understood the choice of the Order of Ers, some cursed the Order of Ers as murder, some accused the high lords of only caring about their own safety, and accused Tyrian of being a coward hiding in the back.

Whether it was forgiveness or scolding, it made Tirian extremely painful, and he felt as if his heart was torn apart.
But he knew he had to do it. The Grey Knights, Astropaths, and the Inquisition all made the same prediction.

Demons are about to descend on Terra, the throne is in danger, and they must retreat to the Eternal Wall.

So Tirian signed the "Ers Order" without much hesitation.

Another thing that made Tyrian feel painful and hesitant was the return of the Primarch.
The Battle Sisters' Grand Sister Morwen Val brought the news to Tyrian.
She claimed that Doraemon, an evil god, had resurrected the two Primarchs, Sanguinius and Guilliman, and was about to arrive on the moon.
But the evil forces of the Lord of Change are pursuing them, and Terra must send reinforcements to the moon.

This was difficult, as the forces they wanted to mobilize included the Custodians, the Sisters of Silence, the Sisters of Battle, and naval vessels.

The Imperial Guards were even restrained by the "Restriction Order" and were not allowed to leave Terra at all.
Unless the twelve high lords agree collectively, this matter cannot be accomplished in a manner that complies with the laws of the empire.

But the only people who supported this matter were the Inquisition representative, Ers, the commander of the Imperial Guard, Trajan, and the Star Tongue representative, Keraplin.
Who could move these Throne Wardens away from Terra without anyone noticing? Who could hide it from the other High Lords? Who could control the Eternity Gate Skyport and enough ships? Who had so many resources and political power?

Of course it was greedy, corrupt, and cunning old Tyrion.

Tyrian was worried that there was corruption among them. Although it was a very small probability event for a battle sister to be corrupted, he was not familiar with Ms. Morwen Val.

However, he knew the loyalty of Els and Celaprin, and could not imagine Trajan, the commander of the Imperial Guard, betraying the Emperor.
So after some hesitation, he agreed to help.

Relying on the huge amount of wealth accumulated through corruption, Tirian quickly bribed a large number of relevant personnel and quietly sent the Guards, Battle Sisters and Silence Sisters to the moon.
I only hope that the Emperor will bless their souls and his own
Tyrian hid in his little room, with only his assistant Jackie by his side, hoping to avoid the increasing craziness on Terra.
Light----

The light tore through Terra's clouds. This was the first time in Tyrian's nearly 200-year life that he saw the vast expanse of stars on Terra.

I saw the low-altitude defense platforms standing on the orbit, the huge void dock, and the Imperial Fists' flagship, the Phalanx.
And saw the pale, huge, hideous moon
Normally, the sky of Terra is covered with thick clouds. This is because Tyrian has never seen the moon on Terra.
Now, it was as if a pair of powerful muscular arms stretched out from the moon and shattered
"May the Emperor bless you, my Lord." Jackie stood beside Tyrian, and together they looked out the small window at the moon.
"No!" Tyrian quickly felt an ominous feeling. He hurriedly pulled Jackie away and realized something at the same time.
Lady Mervyn Val was right, there was indeed a battle going on on the Moon, and the forces of blasphemy were infecting the Earth's satellite.

The scarlet evil light kept flickering and changing on the moon, ugly and full of corruption.
But then the blue and gold interlaced light of order began to collide with the scarlet evil light, and they were equally matched.

Fear arose in Tyrian's heart, but at the same time a little false hope rose.

希望
Soon Tirian received more messages from the moon.

The moon's Geller readings are seriously over the limit, several powerful psychic individuals are colliding, the terraforming engine of the moon's core is inexplicably activated, and the Custodians are taking action.
There was also an order from the Minister of Internal Affairs, Iltu Simotrien. He obviously guessed that it was Tirian who facilitated the actions of the Imperial Guards, Sisters of Battle, and Sisters of Silence.
In the communication, he cursed Tirian's going alone as a betrayal, and he demanded that the Astra Militarum be mobilized to the moon immediately, and at the same time blockade the entire palace, prohibiting any ships from the moon from landing.

Tirian was unsure of what Iltur was trying to do, and his orders were in conflict with those of the other high lords. Now panic, chaos and fanaticism were breaking out in the palace, and everything was in chaos.

"I'm going to the moon." Tyrian leaned heavily in his chair and said to Jackie.

Jackie seemed amused, and her expression seemed to be asking Tyrion: What could an old, fat man like him do?

"I can open or close the gates of Terra, I can control the Astra Militarum and make them stand on the right side. If a miracle really exists, I can help those two quickly grasp the political situation of Terra, gain the highest power, and help them go to the Throne Room."

Tirian's voice became weaker and weaker, as if he had lost all confidence.

He could indeed do all these, but how could those two not be able to do it?
The talents of the Son of God far exceed those of this old, fat man.

"I have to go. I've had enough. I watch everyone go to the battlefield while I can only hide in the safe house and shiver alone."

"At least let me do something."

"You could die," Jackie said with a warning in her tone, staring at Tyrion.

"Ha, then I have lived long enough." Tyrian suddenly became angry and could not help shouting: "I can't just send others to die on the battlefield."

Jackie looked at Tyrion for a moment, and finally she laughed a little crazily.
Maybe it wasn't just Jackie, there was some madness in Tyrian himself, and their spirits were almost at their limit.

"Then let's go together."

So Tirian and Jackie boarded the voidship to the moon. They were indeed blocked on the way. Perhaps the blockade order issued by the Minister of the Interior, Irtu, had begun to be implemented, or perhaps other high lords had begun to respond.
Many Void Fighters tried to stop Tyrian.
But as the Prime Minister of the Empire, Tirian was always good at solving problems efficiently. He chose to talk to the pilots of those fighter planes.
Talk about how quickly he, as the chancellor of the empire, could get a kill team to locate their family. So Tyrian quickly arrived on the surface of the moon,
But he was still a little late.

The Mechanicus of Mars have arrived on the moon, and those huge, modified sages are walking on the moon.

There are also the Imperial Fists. Those warriors in orange-yellow power armor are building a fortress around the crater, seemingly to protect the alien arch at the bottom of the crater.

Tyrian also saw the living saint Celestine, whose figure was almost identical to the one in the state church murals, holy and beautiful. Lady Morwen Val was talking to her devoutly.
But Tirian did not stop. He just staggered forward with some kind of obsession until he saw the two glorious figures.

Tyrion could hardly be sure what he saw.
He felt as if he was looking at a blue-gold storm of order and a sad and great sacrifice.
Almost half a minute later, Tirian finally recognized the two faces he had been asked to remember since childhood.
"Chancellor of the Imperial Senate." The first person to notice Tirian was the rational being in blue-gold power armor.
He saw the insignia of rank on Tyrian's garments and pronounced it in High Gothic.

The golden, angelic being also noticed Tirian, and the archangel smiled and nodded to Tirian.

For a moment, all the madness and pain in Tirian's heart were suppressed, and the blasphemous and filthy sounds from the warp almost disappeared, except for the song praising Doraemon.

But Tirian didn't see any Doraemon here, and didn't see any signs of corruption, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Lord Guilliman, Lord Sanguinius."

Tirian knelt on his knees, bowed devoutly, tears streaming down his face:
"You have truly returned, pure and uncontaminated."

"It was not corrupted by the evil god Doraemon as they claimed—"

Listening to Tyrian's words, Guilliman's hand, which was halfway extended to help him up, froze in place.

A trace of embarrassment also flashed across Sanguinius's face.

Then Zhou Yun, who was communicating with the captain of the Imperial Guards, Valerian, popped his head out and asked curiously, "Who is looking for me?"

Tirian instinctively looked at Zhou Yun. He noticed the pocket on Zhou Yun's stomach. From the rumors circulating in the star communication, Tirian had heard of that pocket.

Moreover, Tirian vaguely saw that inside that seemingly mortal body, there was a huge, blue civet cat full of magnificent divinity.

Two silk threads extended from the raccoon's round hands and connected to the bodies of the two primarchs.

"Choke——————" Tirian didn't catch his breath. His eyes rolled back and he lay on the lunar soil in a daze.

"pharmacist!!!"

"Hurry up and get a pharmacist! Or a psychic other than Reina will do!"

"The Imperial Chancellor has fallen again!"

"Abaddon."

A cold voice with a hint of anger rang out in the dark bridge.
Abaddon's eyes rolled back and he almost fell over.
His ancient soldier Gastlin Terminator troops were chopped down again and again.

The axe, bathed in blood, whirred and spun, blending into the devil, ferocious and terrifying.
Even the Gastling Terminator's heavy armor seemed vulnerable to the chainsaw axe that once belonged to the primarch.

"Kahn! How dare you confront the Warmaster——————" Abaddon's personal guard captain and the commander-in-chief of the Messenger of Despair, Fakus Cabot, roared.

He raised the bolter in his hand.

But before he could fire, his head flew into the air amid the roar of the chainsaw.

"Abaddon." Kahn's voice was deep and powerful, beating in Abaddon's heart like a drum.

If Abaddon didn't have these injuries, if he was still in his prime, he wouldn't be afraid of Kahn with the magic sword Dranikon.
But now it is no longer possible. Abaddon can only fight at full strength for a few minutes at most. He can handle the Chaos Lords under him, but he is not good enough to fight against Kahn.
Even when he was young, Sigismund did not dare to say that he could defeat Kahn within a few minutes.

"What do you want, Kahn?" Abaddon roared in horror.

"Revenge, tooth for tooth, blood for blood."

Karn spoke hoarsely and slowly to Abaddon:

"I wanted to invite you to join me, but you were such a wimp."

"Now, pay me for fighting for you."

"Can't you consider the overall situation?!" Abaddon roared angrily, "For a mere hatred, you betrayed the Blood God, and now you betray my cause?"

After the war in the warp ended, Khârn approached Abaddon and demanded that he be paid.

Abaddon was certainly unwilling to pay for a failed war, and even less willing to let go of Kahn, a valuable fighting force.

Then Kahn, the butcher in action, expressed his protest against unpaid wages through killing.

"Is this why you let Erebus kill Loken?"

Gaviel Loken, Captain of the 10th Company of the Luna Wolves, sworn brother of Abaddon.

Long before the Great Heresy, Kahn, Anger Tai, Sigismund, and Loken had formed a friendship in the arena.
They were friends, brothers of different blood, but Sigismund and Loken chose loyalty.

Sigismund died at the hands of Abaddon, but Khârn did not hate it, for it was a victory decided in an honorable battle, and Sigismund was defeated with honor.

But Loken was killed by a sneak attack from Erebus, and Kahn hated it. A person like Loken should not have died like this, nor should he have died at the hands of a villain like Erebus.
What made Kahn even more indignant was that Abaddon witnessed Loken's death with his own eyes but did nothing.

"I am angry!" Abaddon retorted immediately.

But such a weak response only made Kahn feel ridiculous, because Abaddon did nothing after being angry for a while.

"That's not anger, that's just cowardice." Kahn commented: "If you were angry, you should have killed Erebus on the spot."

"Loken is the enemy!" Abaddon retorted through clenched teeth.

"He is more of your brother." Kahn shook his head and said, "Use the sword to argue with him, and then use the sword to give him an honorable death. This is what you should do."

"You should not have allowed a beast like Erebus to take away Loken's life and honor, especially with such a despicable sneak attack. You brought dishonor to Loken. No, you brought dishonor to the honor of Horus and all his descendants."

"But it's not too late now. Come with me to kill Erebus. Together we can use revenge to wash away Loken and the humiliation that Anger Tai suffered."

"After the revenge is completed, if I am still alive, I am willing to serve you until I behead a primarch."

Abaddon's pupils trembled slightly. The price Kahn offered was indeed tempting.

But Abaddon still shook his head: "I have more important things to do."

Kahn was silent. After merging with the demon, he could clearly sense the existence of the subspace.

He could vaguely sense that Abaddon's mind seemed to have been controlled just now. Was it the Lord of Change?
"Then pay me." Kahn looked at Abaddon with a pitiful look for a moment.

Abaddon gritted his teeth. He looked around and knew that he couldn't refuse Kahn now.

"What do you want?" Abaddon asked.

"I know you have cooperation with the Alphas."

Kahn asked in a whisper:

"Tell me, has the head of Hydra reached into Terra, into the Imperial Palace, and entrenched itself among those bureaucrats?"

"Those sons of Alpharius, can they bring me into the palace?"

(End of this chapter)