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

Chapter 642 Infidelity!
Vashtor's will returned to the depths of the Soul Forge.
Amidst the roaring flames of the furnaces, Vashtor's thoughts surged like an electric current.
He still felt there was something strange about these things.
Zhou Yun's actions were too sudden and completely inconsistent with his previous behavior. Neither Vashtor himself, Tzeentch, nor Khorne had anticipated it.
Even Nurgle acted as if he knew nothing. If Nurgle's behavior wasn't feigned, was Zhou Yun even acting behind his allies' backs?
Vashtor was puzzled by this.
If Zhou Yun really intends to be promoted, what is his reason for hiding it from even his allies?
With the help of Slaanesh, Nurgle, and the Emperor, his ascension should have been much easier.

Is it
A sudden flash of inspiration struck Vashtor, leading him to an answer that could explain everything.

Since even Nagle didn't know that Zhou Yun planned to become a god, could it be possible that the Emperor also didn't know?
After all, the birth of the sixth subspace god had the greatest impact on the Emperor, who was on the verge of ascending to become the fifth subspace god.

Similarly, if Zhou Yun wants to ascend to immortality, the most likely obstacle to his ascension is the Emperor.

If Vashtor were Zhou Yun, rationally he wouldn't believe that the Emperor, one of the four great liars of the galaxy, would deliberately conceal this from him.

The moment this idea was born in Vashtor's mind, it began to spread uncontrollably, infecting his thinking.

A series of clues flashed through his mind, leading him to believe that there was indeed distrust, conflict, and concealment between Zhou Yun and the Emperor.

It is believed that the emperor was unaware of Zhou Yun's attempt to gain a promotion.

This made Vashtor hesitate for a moment, but he eventually cut off a part of his will and extended it toward the dark sun that stood in the highest heaven.

The enormous, inky sun hung low on the horizon in the highest heavens, seemingly about to rise but not quite.

Countless mangled human corpses were piled up into a towering structure, supporting the great sun, attempting to lift it into the heavens.
At the very top of the tower of corpses stood a bald man clad in moonlight heavy armor inlaid with the Eye of Horus, his body battered and broken, his eyes pierced by four wounds, and half a black obsidian dagger embedded in his chest. The man raised his arm, lifting up a brown-haired, brown-skinned figure that merged with the pitch-black sun.

But the brown-haired, brown-skinned figure was desperately resisting merging with the pitch-black sun and rising into the highest heavens.
Within this domain, where a solitary, pitch-black sun hangs, neither the demons belonging to the Four Gods nor those beings naturally born in the warp dare to approach it.
This is the purest chaos, and all it desires is destruction, for all things to meet their destined end: death, turning to dust, and utter oblivion. Faced with this merciless will, even the most insane demon would only feel fear.
Damn it, why?
As Vashtor watched this scene, he couldn't help but curse inwardly.
The gods are born in turn, but the fifth one is utter and merciless destruction. Once born, he will completely destroy the entire dimension of reality and the subspace. So what is the point of the existence of the other three?

If the warp is gone, where is our birthplace?
What kind of brainless, illogical person designed such a system?
Of course, the real reason is that the Four Gods went too far.
They attempted to bring forth the Dark Lord through the destruction of humanity. The Dark Lord born in this way would not be excessively powerful; perhaps comparable to the Blood God, but incapable of single-handedly contending with the entire warp.

Vashtor wasn't sure if they initially intended for Horus to become the Dark Lord, or if they had foreseen that the Dark Lord would be the Emperor. In the end, the Four Gods messed things up. The Emperor completed the Dark Lord ritual, but got stuck at the last step, refusing to ascend, thus securing ten thousand years of continuation for humanity.

Over these ten thousand years, humanity's resilience has also exceeded the expectations of the beings in the subspace.
If humanity subsequently declines, dies, or settles into a life of modest wealth, then the power of the Dark Lord will also decline.

However, instead of declining after losing the Emperor and the Primarch, humanity experienced several periods of resurgence. No single race ever truly challenged humanity's position as the dominant power in the galaxy. Furthermore, during this process, the lives of most humans became increasingly desperate and painful, while their faith in the Emperor grew stronger and their thinking became more extreme.
These immense emotions continuously nourished the Dark Lord, resulting in a potential energy within him that was vast enough to rival the entire warp.

Vashtor cursed the Four Gods in his heart. Did these people even know how to play? Their terrible skills were one thing, but they even blocked my path.

While cursing, Vashtor tried to approach the Emperor's domain.
Boundless darkness, fear, destructive urges, and self-destructive desires erupted the moment Vashtor approached. Vashtor almost felt the part of its will that had been separated from it being bathed in the flames on the surface of a star, being burned bit by bit into the smallest particles.
“Vicious skills.”

"The God of Machines".

"sixth."

"contract."

""arms""

"Soul Forge"

"Val".

"Vashtor".

A thousand overlapping voices rang in Vashtor's ears at the same time, and Vashtor felt as if he were being dragged and torn apart by a thousand hands.

But eventually, these voices coalesced into the voice of a weary yet dignified middle-aged man, which rang in Vashtor's ears.

"Lord of the Soul Forge, why have you visited my domain?"

Without hesitation, Vashtor shared his guesses and discoveries.

The voice that had been unified instantly dissipated into countless streams.

"lie!"

"betray!"

"Disloyal!"

"Loyal or not!"

"Disloyal, unfilial, inhumane, unjust, impolite, and unwise! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"This was never what He wanted. He never wanted to become a god. He even joined us in banishing..." "Let Doraemon burn!"

"We should also ascend together."

That's exactly right.

"Become the Lord of Darkness and punish the traitors."

"How will Brother Zhou Yun get to the 22nd century? Is it too late to transfer his household registration from the Golden Throne to the 22nd century?"

Thousands of voices argued with each other.

Some voices believe that Vashtor's words are all lies, some believe that Zhou Yun's actions are a complete betrayal, some believe that Zhou Yun may have had his reasons, some believe that Zhou Yun should do this, some hope that after Zhou Yun ascends to godhood, the Dark King will also be born, and some want to run away from the Golden Throne to the 22nd century.

But in the end, these voices converged and transformed into the voice of that weary middle-aged man.

"I understand," the voice said coldly, devoid of much emotion.

"Then please allow me to recommend another option to you."

Vashtor bowed slightly:

"I was born at the most intense moment of the War for Heaven, born from the most cruel and insane creativity of races such as the Ancients, Star Gods, Necromancers, Eldar, and even Orcs."

"And the most powerful, most eccentric, and most indescribable part of my creativity comes from the ancient sages."

"In order to win the War of Heaven, a small group of ancient saints, driven mad by the war, created a 'weapon.' However, the destructive power of that weapon was too great, and it could very well lead to the complete extinction of those weaker races. Most of the ancient saints preferred to accept defeat rather than let other races bear the cost of their war, so they sealed that 'weapon' away."

"But as an being born from the creativity of that 'weapon,' I am fully aware of its power and efficacy. If I can find that weapon, I can bypass the rule of the gods' sequential birth and ascend to become the sixth god without affecting you."

Confusion, doubt, anger, questioning, and a destructive urge poured forth, nearly destroying Vashtor's will.
But Vashtor remained calm and simply nodded slightly:
“You have plenty of time to consider my proposal, and I will prepare the contract.”

Vashtor certainly didn't intend to persuade the Emperor to stand on his side directly, but he was already quite satisfied to be able to confirm that there might indeed be a rift between Zhou Yun and the Emperor, and to sow the seeds of discord within it.

As soon as he finished speaking, Vashtor hastily retreated from the Emperor's domain.

The Emperor's shattered will instantly coalesced again after Vashtor left, transforming into a brown-haired, brown-skinned boy standing before the dark sun, gazing at the place where Vashtor had departed.

The Lord of the Soul Forge was clearly still filled with doubt and worry, and did not fully believe the Emperor's words, but this had already achieved the effect of the Emperor and Zhou Yun's plan.

Unlike most beings in the warp, Vashtor is a rational and logical being in a warp filled with chaos, impulsiveness, madness, and extremism.
This is both his strength and his weakness; his logic is so rigorous that he always instinctively considers all possibilities and makes comprehensive judgments before taking action.

However, if there are too many possibilities and the situation is too complex and varied, Vashtor will waste too much time on logical analysis, which will slow him down.

Therefore, the Emperor and Zhou Yun wove a series of doubts and planted them in Vashtor's mind, thereby creating a time advantage.

"An Ancient Weapon? A way to bypass the Dark Lord and ascend? Vashtor"

The brown-haired, brown-skinned boy murmured softly, realizing that even he hadn't seen through how Vashtor was born, how it existed, or what its true nature was.
"The structure of the Vashtor is somewhat similar to that of the Eldar god Vashtor. Could it be that the Vashtor is not a naturally born warp being, but rather a weapon designed like the Eldar gods?"

"Who created him? The Ancient Saints? Why didn't Kvastor participate in the War of Heaven?"

The emperor ultimately shook his head, not delving deeper into the matter.

If this question would affect future plans, Zhou Yun would know; if Zhou Yun believed he should know, or could know, he would naturally tell him.

"I have a little free time left, so I need to hurry and get something done."

Within the Soul Forge, Vashtor twisted his head, gazing at the hazy future.

Many images began to appear before his eyes; he saw signs, some arguments.
"Fine! In that case, go back to your Macurag and build your Second Reich."

"How about I go back to Balthus with Sanguinese to sell chicken sauce?"

(End of this chapter)