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

Chapter 544 The Viper and the Phoenix

"The equally great and ever-changing Lord commands you, and through me He offers you a deal."

The fraudster, though still incomplete, but having regained his senses and some memories, hovered in mid-air, watching the wizard before him with great interest.

The Star God could sense that within this mortal's body existed something that did not belong to the material world and was completely incomprehensible to him.
But the fraudsters had no way of knowing what it was, and could only guess based on their fragmented memories, speculating that it was a void god residing in another dimension.

What can you and I trade?

The fraudster, circling in mid-air, questioned:

“You and I exist in two completely different dimensions. I am the true deity of the material universe. I existed at the beginning of all dimensions, before everything cooled down and everything existed in the form of energy. The energy that determines the laws of the material universe today constitutes me. I have unparalleled power in the material universe.”

"And your master, the so-called Lord of All Changes, does not truly exist. He is merely a false god, standing atop the waves stirred up by the pitiful emotions of all beings, teetering on the brink of collapse, like a person in a mirror. When the person in front of the mirror walks away, your divine status will disappear into the boundless waves. Your divine status has no authority in the material universe."

"But you shamefully eroded the real universe, replacing truth with falsehood, rules with chaos, and materialism with idealism. While we are in our broken state, you have made the world riddled with holes. You false god who ascended from the corpses of ancient saints, how dare you talk to me about cooperation?"

The fraudster looked at the wizard before him,

He could sense that this wizard was not speaking to anything in the material universe; rather, it was the things hidden beneath the material universe that were using his body to communicate with the deceiver.
A mouthpiece in a thousand changes, he is indeed just a mouthpiece.

“Deceitful man, master of sweet talk, my master is just as skilled in the art of language and negotiation as you. Your sarcasm, threats and pretenses mean nothing to my master.”

"The Lord of Change and you are kindred spirits. Don't we both share a fondness for deception and chaos?"

"As for the conflict between reality and the warp, it is meaningless to you."

"We have indeed invaded the material realm, leaving reality riddled with holes, but what meaning does that have for you, who are already broken?"

"You are broken, your former glory is gone, and your power in the material universe has declined."

"Isn't regaining your integrity and power what you should be considering now?"

The tongue of the ever-changing mouthpiece moves with almost the same agility as a fraudster.

The fraudster scoffed: "Nine insignificant fragments and you think you can make me serve your master? Mouthpiece, do you take me for a cheap King of Silence?"

"This is just a deposit, my dear fraudster. The claws of the Master of Changes are spread throughout the galaxy, and everything is part of his plan."

"If you are willing to cooperate, my great master can restore you to your full potential, making you a complete Star God. You will have supreme authority in the galaxy, and no one in the material universe can match you."

The ever-changing mouthpiece continued its silver tongue, smiling as it spoke:

"Moreover, my master promised that in his grand plan, there will be a desolate region in the galaxy that is completely isolated from the warp, where only things from the material universe exist, and everything in the warp will recede. That will be your pure realm."

"And this also requires your cooperation." "How incredibly stingy! You want me to do so much, yet you only offer this small deposit."

The fraudster circled in the air a few more times before crashing to the ground like a bloat of slime.
His form suddenly changed, becoming almost identical to the ever-changing tongue.
The star god, mimicking the expression of the ever-changing mouthpiece, asked with a disdainful air:
"What does your master need me to do?"

“My master needs you to deceive someone, needs your voice to whisper in the ear of a cold monarch.”

“This is what my lord is best at, but unfortunately, that one is completely isolated from the warp and is cold and soulless.”

The ever-changing mouthpiece bowed deeply and said:
"My master only needs you to do one thing."

"You need to deceive and cheat the pitiful King of Silence, just as you did millions of years ago."

Upon hearing this, even the fraudsters impersonating the mouthpiece of the ever-changing authorities were momentarily stunned.
Then he adopted a bored expression, as if the task was too easy for him to find any enjoyment in.

“Utterly boring, but I take back what I just said about your master being stingy.”

"For such a simple task, your master has given you quite a lot."

"Alright, alright, tell me what your master wants me to do."

The old woman's sword hummed and vibrated.

In the Warp, in Slaanesh's palace, Forgrim lay on a velvet-covered bed, his white hair cascading over his shoulders.
The intense stimulation from the old woman's sword caused Fulgrim unbearable pain in his soul; he relished this agony and wept because of it.
He couldn't help himself and drew the longsword that was burning with an inextinguishable flame.
This sword was as straight as a beam of blazing light, without the slightest bend; its clean and straightforward nature was unlike Fulgrim's style.

This is the Flame Sword, forged by Feralus for Forgrim.
But Forgrim didn't know whether it was a replica he had created using warp fel energy while in a trance, or the very weapon that Feralas had given him.
Only when he was alone, when he was in the dark, when no one was watching, would Fulgrim hold this sword before him, gazing intently at the flames that danced on it, reminiscing about past friendships and love.
“Felus”.

Fugrim murmured:

"My Feralus, my Feralus."

A powerful hallucinatory sensation surged through Forgrim's brain; his mind was filled with images of Feralas.
But suddenly, in the chaos and hallucination, Fugrim felt his body seem to be changing.
He vaguely sensed that he had transformed back into a human body, bound by flesh and blood, as pure, beautiful, and proud as before.

He vaguely saw two space undead standing in front of him, whispering to each other, while he was trapped in a stasis field.

He also vaguely saw himself picking up a warhammer from somewhere. It was the Brokensmith, and he gripped it tightly.
Fugrim let out a sharp howl, a mixture of excitement and pain, anger and joy, as complex as human emotions.

“Fabius!!!” Fugrim growled, calling out the name of the one who started it all.

But at that moment, a dark shadow suddenly shot out from the shadows, simultaneously unleashing a bolt of psionic lightning at Forgrim's face with its claws.
The shadowy figure shot towards Forgrim's serpentine body, grabbing the old woman's sword stuck in Forgrim's cloaca.
*Pfft* *Smack*

(End of this chapter)