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Chapter 684 All of this was part of the plan.jpg
Fabius's roar echoed through the warp, rising and falling, drawing the attention of those lurking within.

The entire subspace witnessed that horrifying scene.
For the first time, the shadow manifested by the Hive's will revealed a glimpse of its form in the warp, its twisted tentacles tearing apart the ship belonging to Fabius Bayer.
Steel, flames, glass, and keel were instantly torn to pieces, revealing a pool of bright red blood in the subspace.

Many demons held their breath, watching the drop of hot blood with a mixture of greed and fear; they could all sense the extraordinary power contained within it.
The forms in which the twenty-one Primarchs were born before the material universe are all preserved in that drop of blood; the genetic sequences of the twenty-one Primarchs after their birth in reality are also preserved in that drop of blood.

From the shadows, grotesque, twisted mouthparts, seemingly a fusion of millions of biological characteristics, emerged and sucked up the blood.
The ruby-like blood trembled slightly, then cracked. Its genetic sequences and samples of twenty warp forces were swallowed by the hive shadow.
In an instant, a surging echo reverberated through the subspace, reaching into the subspace, reality, and even the web.
Within the net, Chagatai Khan, who was hunting the Dark Eldar, slightly raised his head. The Dark Eldar let out a sharp roar and seized the opportunity to weave a series of vicious warp spells towards Chagatai Khan, but the psionic energy inexplicably vanished before it could touch him.
He can resist psychic energy harboring murderous intent; the yin and yang around Him are always in balance. This ability can even help Him protect His offspring.

His eagle-like eyes slowly reflected the scene of the insect hive's will seizing the Blood Stack.
"The collapse of Yin and Yang is imminent."

Above the demon world, where snowflakes drifted down, the white-haired Leman Ruth wielded his Frost Axe, cleaving open the skull of a demon. The Lord of Winter had forgotten how long he had been on this journey, but he still remembered his mission: to find the Tree of Life, obtain its seed, and heal his father.
Suddenly, the Lord of Winter stopped in his tracks, slightly raising his head to look out into the boundless blizzard. He saw the insect swarms devouring the Blood Stacks.
"The moment of the wolf is fast approaching."

On a planet unknown to anyone, two figures clad in dark blue scale armor, with builds similar to ordinary Astartes, fought side by side, watching as the Blood Stack was devoured by the will of the Hive.

"How could Tzeentch be so foolish as to take such a dangerous step?"

"Contradiction is His inherent nature; it is not surprising that He does anything."

"Could this be a frame-up, by another Blue God?"

"Unlikely. Those are definitely traces of Tzeentch's power, and what reason would he have to do that?"

Two figures were discussing something, their voices and faces identical, as if one person had cut themselves in two and was talking to themselves.

Just then, footsteps sounded behind them, and a figure of similar height appeared behind them.
"Who are you?" the figure asked.

“Me? Of course I’m Alpharis.”

"What a coincidence, I'm also an Alpha Reis."

“No.” The figure shook its head: “You are not Alpharex.”

“Because,” the figure slowly appeared, also clad in scale armor, with a face identical to the other two, “I am Alpharis.”

Whether in the warp, reality, or the Webpath, all Primarchs felt an unseen connection, sensing that a portion of their genetic sequence and something more fundamental had been consumed by the Hive's will.
At the same time, within the subspace, all beings in the subspace vaguely sensed a terrifying trend.

After devouring the Blood Stack, the Hive's will seemed to have made up for a small part of its flaws, and the destiny within it began to slowly close.
All beings in the subspace, including psionicists, prophets, and even street fortune tellers, witnessed a vision at this moment.
The Eternal Dragon rose from the warp, bit its own tail, and coiled into a circle.
Lord of Greed and Dissolution, the Eternal Dragon has shown signs of birth.

Terrified screams echoed throughout the warp.

It wasn't just a sign of the birth of the Eternal Dragon; it was also because, at the very moment this sign appeared, the Sword of Damocles, suspended above the warp and above everyone's heads, and the jet-black sun, trembled slightly, as if they were about to fall upon this world.
The birth of the Lord of Greed and Dissolution will generate boundless potential energy that will weigh down on the Lord of Humanity.

The Emperor will bear the immense pressure of three realms, and no one believes he can withstand it.
Once the Lord of Greed Dissolves descends, he will overwhelm the realms of Vicious Arts and Corruption, forcibly bringing forth the Lord of Darkness.

Everything will perish.
Just then, a sharp wail rang out.
Fabius Bayer's figure appeared on the ship, and shadowy claws pierced through his body.
On Fabius's flesh and blood, the cocoon woven from the withering disease and the faith of the new humans writhes and struggles. The unborn god known as the Father of Deformity attempts to break free of the cocoon, to be born in an incomplete form, and thereby escape the control of the hive's will.
But the insect's claws, driven by the will of the hive, pierced directly into the cocoon, from which thick pus flowed.

In the real universe, countless new humans and bizarre creations scattered by Fabius on different planets simultaneously cried out in agony. Their bodies began to mutate and twist uncontrollably, turning into grotesque clumps of flesh and blood churning about.
All the new humans realized that their creator was about to die.
The sharp claws ripped through the cocoon, and from within a clump of slime, the deformed father, resembling both a spider and a butterfly, was yanked out by the will of the hive with its tentacles, its ferocious mandibles biting down on its head.

The deformed father writhed and struggled, but to no avail. With a slight movement of its mandibles, the insect hive's will tore off the upper half of the deformed father's body, and thick pus gushed out from its body, only to be swallowed whole by the insect hive's will, along with the lower half.
Fabius Bayer's body was simultaneously being filled with countless tentacles, and everything inside his body was being gradually devoured.

Not only this body, Fabius realized with horror that the tentacles of the hive's will were spreading along his will to other bodies, and even to the beings he had created.

He was being devoured, not only his flesh and blood, his soul, but even his very existence was being eroded and replaced. In Fabius's creations, the faith known as the Deformed Father was rapidly distorted and transformed into a new faith known as the Clawed Deformed Father, and Fabius's creations also began to exhibit cunning mutations.
Meanwhile, Fabius's other bodies were also gradually distorting and collapsing, and the Hive's will gave Fabius no chance to escape by changing bodies.
The fear of impending death, the anguish of all his life's work crumbling in an instant, and the resentment of being betrayed mingled together, transforming into boundless rage and hatred, which poured from Fabius's mouth:
"Tzeentch!!!!!" A furious shout echoed throughout the entire subspace.

At this moment, countless beings in the subspace showed expressions of sudden realization.
"So it was the Lord of Change's plan all along. Poor Fabius."

"It's terrifying. Without a sound, Fabius, who could have become a secondary being, was brutally murdered, and the Blood Stack belonging to the Cursed and the God of Myriad Machines was also taken away and sent into the mouth of the Hive Will."

"Who says the Lord of Change's plans only ever fail? Where did this plan fail? This plan is too powerful!"

"Previously, I secretly laughed at the Lord of Change for being foolish when he was tricked by the God of Myriad Machines and the Cursed One. Now it seems that experience really does pay off."

"But the Lord of Change is truly ruthless, actually devising such a do-or-die plan! What exactly does he want to do?"

"It's obvious! This is forcing the God of Myriad Machines and the Will of the Hive into a life-or-death battle! Making the Will of the Hive deplete the God of Myriad Machines' power."

"Even if the will of the Hive is ultimately defeated by the God of Myriad Machines, and its power is greatly depleted, the Lord of Myriad Changes, the Blood God, and the Lord of Thirst will seize the opportunity to invade."

"What a blatant conspiracy! It's too vicious! The God of All Machines has no choice but to go!"

The beings in the warp were initially amazed by the brilliance of Tzeentch's plan, but then inwardly cursed the Lord of Changes for his shamelessness and depravity.

By doing so, he undoubtedly placed the entire universe and the entire subspace in the most dangerous situation.

While chaos erupted in the warp, Tzeentch still looked somewhat bewildered and confused, not quite understanding what had happened.
"So...it was me who did it?" Tzeentch murmured, bewildered.

Almost all beings in the subspace believe Tzeentch was responsible; in this idealistic dimension, strong intentions can be transformed into reality.

The tides rising in the warp stirred Tzeentch's thoughts, making him begin to doubt whether he really was the one who had caused it.
Tzeentch vaguely sensed that he had indeed been involved in what had just happened, and his instincts told him that he seemed to have actually done something.
"I did it? It seems so!"

"Is everything going according to plan?"

"Everything is going according to plan!"

Tzeentch's ever-changing heads nodded in unison, seemingly convinced that he was indeed the one who had just done it.

"Tzeentch! You despicable, shameless birdman!"

A furious roar suddenly rose in the subspace, and a round hand fell from the void, smashing towards the Crystal Gym. Countless mini-Doras surged into Tzeentch's domain.
"Don't you know the consequences of doing this?!"

"Do you truly intend to bring forth the Lord of Greed and allow the Emperor to ascend to become the King of Darkness?!"

Faced with Zhou Yun's angry shout, Jianqi cackled. Although he still didn't understand what had happened, seeing the situation change and drastically, and seeing that the current situation exceeded everyone's expectations, Jianqi instinctively felt a sense of pleasure and couldn't help but shout back:
"Everything is going according to plan!!!"

Just as Tzeentch's voice fell, in the warp, the roar of the Blood God, the explosion of Slaanesh, and the condemnation of Nurgle all rang out simultaneously, pressing down on Tzeentch's domain along with Zhou Yun's round hand.

(There will be another chapter later, I'm sick.)

(End of this chapter)