He is a pure-blooded dragon in the miniature garden.

Chapter 240 Warhammer 40k, known in the underworld as Little Ironclad
"Stop watching the show, you guys. Once this guy anchors the future of the universe, you won't be doing well either!!"

Tzeentch's voice resounded throughout the warp, echoing in the ears of the other three warp gods.

Slaughtering Heaven, the war fortress of Khorne.

This is a land of war, where the rulers endlessly revel in destruction, conquest, murder, and bloodshed...

He is one of the oldest evil gods, and his will permeated the entire universe from the moment of his birth.

When primitive people took up crude stone weapons to fight, the roar of Khorne echoed in the ears of the warriors.

Khorne needs no faith, no rituals, no temples, no praise.

Those who follow the Blood God are forbidden to show pity, to weep, to be cowardly, or to grieve.

Offering up spoils of war and blood, even just stones stained with the brains of enemies, will earn you the generous gifts of the Blood God.

In the center of the brass castle, surrounded by endlessly burning torches, the rugged and robust Khorne himself sat on a brass throne, his form encased in heavy brass armor.

Beneath the winged helmet was a beastly face with jagged, interlocking teeth.

A massive two-handed sword rests on the armrest of the throne; a sweeping motion of its blade could cleave the barrier between the material universe and the warp.

"Driven by a special energy flow, a massive subspace projection..."

"I suppose its future must be one of countless wars?"

"The enemy before us is worth fighting!!!"

The Blood God grinned, revealing his massive fangs, and summoned the colossal sword that could cleave the universe, roaring with joy.

"war!!!"

Khorne swung his massive blade, and a crimson sword aura sliced ​​through the boundary between the material universe and the warp, slashing toward Ommesia, the god of machines.

Then it was cut in half by a golden saw blade.

The dark, cold sun of the warp would not allow Khorne to sever the God of Machines, who could anchor a new future for Him and the human empire, and hinder His birth.

He would rather sit on the golden throne and decay eternally than fall into the position of the fifth god of chaos, the Dark Lord.

"Khorne, your enemy is me!!"

In the highest heavens of the subspace, a berserker clad in brass armor and an emperor in golden power armor clashed in a fierce battle!

The already turbulent and chaotic warp was further engulfed by this, unleashing a series of violent psionic storms.

Space, time, and dimensions were crushed under the raging psionic storm, and countless warp demons howled in agony.

Bliss, the palace of Slaanesh's downfall.

The purple palace, indulging in unbridled pleasure, continues its revelry. Countless warp demons, fallen spirits, and Slaanesh archdemons revel in the agonizing cries of living beings, in the symphony of depravity, and in the lust of all things…

As for Tzeentch's lamentations? What does it matter to Him that the future of the universe He fears is no longer chaotic but anchored?

He only wanted to enjoy the fleeting pleasure before his eyes and the eternal damnation.

Corrupt heavens, a plague garden that gnaws at the earth.

In front of the green-skinned fat man, there was a large pot, inside which was simmering an indescribable thick soup.

The loving father scooped up a spoonful of the "Ten-Ingredient Tonic Soup" and looked at Aisha, the healing goddess of the Spirit Clan, who was imprisoned in a cage beside him.

"drink."

Elsa took the spoon from Nurgle's benevolent father without expression and gulped it down.

Paji——

Elsa fell to the ground, and her beautiful body was afflicted with all sorts of plagues. It wasn't until she used her healing powers to continuously detoxify herself that she was able to withstand her father's medicine once again.

As for the blue-feathered bird's screams and cries, what does that have to do with Him?

He is the loving Father, and should rejoice for the newborn colleagues and shout for the newborn life.

Therefore, He prepared a brand new "Ten-Ingredient Tonic Soup" for [Om Messiah, the All-Knowing One], to nourish the still weak God of All Machines.

Therefore, He instructed His children to collect all sorts of 'tonics' suitable for computers and machines at various times.

The Warhammer Universe, a place where a supernova exploded, is also where the god of machines, Ohm Messiah Bosch, ascended to godhood.

At this moment, a stellar difference engine built of heavy machinery is emitting roar after roar; the turning of billions of lever piston engines is its breath.

In its emerald green eyes and scarlet electronic eyes, billions of data streams are its flowing thoughts and pulsating computing power.

Even though feathers that bring change, fallacies, paradoxes, and errors keep falling, they are then calculated, determined, corrected, and anchored by endless computing power...

Chaos and certainty collide at this moment, the past and the future are firmly anchored at this moment, and certainty and uncertainty intertwine at this moment...

Accompanied by the screams, curses, and all sorts of foul language from the blue bird, countless feathers transformed into ever-changing demon lords, which were then corrected, anchored, and finally annihilated by the brilliance of billions of turrets.

Om Messiah Boszon: Hey, did you think I was only good at calculating? Those bastards who disrupt the past and future must be killed!! Truth is forever shrouded in the brilliance of the turret.

It's fair to say that absorbing the beliefs of the Mechanicus can't be said to have been without any side effects.

Listening to the weasel's description of the battle, and the data transmitted from [Om Messiah - Boshizun] across countless worlds, Su Nian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"It's a good thing I didn't waste my time playing around with any faith. Even if I used the Buddhist golden body technique, wouldn't that be a bit unreliable?"

"My fabricated image of being erudite and martial is perhaps a bit too much."

"Damn it, the computing power is a bit insufficient. There are some things that Tzeentch can't calculate, so he plans to use turrets to eliminate the chaos and the unknown..."

"...Have they already started fighting Tzeentch?"

"What does it mean to successfully tear apart Tzeentch's divine side and then fight Khorne..."

"Khorne was at a disadvantage; one of his divine bodies was destroyed by a dimensional annihilation cannon, and he escaped back to the warp..."

"The subspace is too chaotic, what the hell is this about needing purification..."

"Sara's palace was unfortunately affected..."

Finally, after a long while, Su Nian wiped the sweat from her forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Finally, things have calmed down. Unfortunately, I was tricked by Naggle and suffered a huge blow, getting infected with probably trillions of computer viruses. Am I currently updating my firewall and antivirus software?"

What kind of Khorne is this? Is this still the wise and knowledgeable man he knows? Or has he been too deeply influenced by the Warhammer universe?

As for Wa Banxian and such? He doesn't even qualify as a speed bump.

[I'm not a god: Dad, this is so awesome!!]

[I'm not a god: This roughneck is totally my type!] [I'm not a god: I thought this was just a simple celestial computer; it even helped stop Khorne.]

[I'm not a god: I never expected this guy's martial virtue to be even more abundant than mine.]

[I'm not a god: Blessed are the creatures of the warp!]

Huangpizi gave Boshizun a five-star review. If there was anything he was dissatisfied with, it was that Boshizun couldn't lay out star trails.

But just for getting into a fight with those four street vendors, he deserves praise.

Su Nian is indeed worthy of being his biological father; he's definitely different from his biological father.

My dad is really happy to share good things with me.

As expected, with their father around, the revival of the human empire is just around the corner!
"Oh? The Warp is too filthy. I don't want to go to that cesspool. Send me a phallus so it can purify the Warp..."

Su Nian looked at the message sent by Omi Messiah Boshizun, and the corner of her mouth twitched involuntarily.

Has the subspace become so filthy that even the Venerable One of Knowledge wouldn't want to enter? It certainly is a cesspool.

"Why don't we just pack them all up and send them over at once..."

Su Nian stroked his chin. He had previously planned to pack up all the Star Gods and give them to the Weasel, turning the subspace into his destiny.

It's just unknown what the weasel thinks about this, but it's highly likely that it won't agree, since the evil gods in several subspace universes are already quite a headache.

Not to mention the dozen or so Star Gods that are running rampant in the physical universe.

Before Su Nian could even speak, a message came from the weasel.

[I'm not a god: Dad, create another simulated memory star god.]

[I am not a god: The Venerable One said that fixing the past is not within His authority, and the subspace is too chaotic, requiring the incinerator to purify it.]

Su Nian's lips twitched slightly, and she replied somewhat speechlessly.

[Dad: You really know how to talk... I haven't even said anything yet.]

[Dad: Do you know the cost of creating a simulated Star God? No, you don't!!]

[Dad: All you do is take my money and steal my gold coins!!]

Of course, the cost is indeed not low. Take Om Messiah Boshizun for example. Putting aside the data provided by Zandal and Nguyen Mai, the blank divine essence that served as the carrier was not a simple mass-produced item.

The current mass-produced divine sparks of the Thousand Eyes can only reach a five-figure level, not to mention that Su Nian is using a blank divine spark that is close to a four-figure level of exceptional quality, stripped of all concepts and powers.

This is a spoil of war that Athena obtained when she was dealing with a minor group of gods who had offended her. It was the divine status and divine position that Hesphytos had stripped away with its concepts and powers and preserved.

It can be used to carry part of one's own power, and then create a deity or incarnation to replace the division of spiritual personality.

It belongs to the category of high-end gifts that circulate only among a few three-digit numbers, and is considered a strategic resource.

Even Athena didn't have many left, let alone him.

Eighteen? That's laughable. He only has two or three blank divine sparks on him right now.

However, this is not too difficult. Cleaning up a few small groups and getting some gold coins is enough. The reason it is rare is because this thing is, in a sense, a contraband.

It's rare, but not that rare.

[Father: At most, I can only give you a simulated Fuli, along with data and related concepts for other star gods. Whether it can be born depends on your later evolution.]

Hmm, by the way, calculate for him the possibility of many star gods being derived from [Immortal].

This leads to the deduction of the path and structure by which the "Immortal" devours all the Destiny Star Gods and their incarnations.

Yes, even the current Ommessiah Boshizun is not entirely an incarnation of the Wisdom Star God Boshizun. More accurately, it is a concept of seeking knowledge that Su Nian differentiated based on the continuation of [Immortality].

Of course, in the Iron Age universe, without exception, he would be directly assimilated and absorbed by the Great Sage, but that's in the Warhammer universe, so Su Nian doesn't need to worry.

Now he only needs to sow a tiny seed, and it will naturally grow into a towering tree, bearing sweet fruit, waiting for him to harvest.

[I'm not a god: Do Akivili's data and concepts also exist?]

Weasel, you still can't forget your Akivili.

Su Nian's lips twitched slightly. She had a feeling that the weasel was obsessed with star trails and the net.

There was nothing he could do, but he could understand. After all, the weasel had sat on a golden toilet for over ten thousand years just for this internet.

But how should I put it... the Warhammer universe doesn't have imaginary tides to block jumps, and star orbits aren't exactly a necessity.

Shouldn't we be developing some warp engines? The God of All Machines, Ohm Messiah, has already been born; shouldn't we be focusing on developing technology?
Forget it, never mind. Su Nian believes her eldest son knows what he's doing.

Hopefully, he can understand a crucial point: countless disasters in the Collapse Iron Universe spread because of the star orbit.

Star Trail is useful for you, but it's also useful for the enemy.

Without star trails, the anti-organic equation would never have spread so easily throughout the universe, triggering the anti-organic war.

Hopefully, the weasel can accept the terrible future. Amen.

[Dad: Yes, it exists, but I'm not sure if it will evolve or actually come into being.]

[I'm not a god: Of course, thank you, Dad.]

[Dad: I hope you won't blame me later...]

As Su Nian spoke, she sent over a divine spark that contained the concepts of all the star gods and their destinies.

As for the Memory Star God Fuli... this thing hasn't been born yet. Su Nian could tell that the Memory Star God Fuli was born at the end of the distant future, and then reshaped the universe with memories.

The end, however, is born after memory.

In layman's terms, the Honkai Impact universe is a large-scale Onpharos, a world that is constantly reincarnating and restarting, and memories are the restart switch, but the end is born after the restart.

Memories will inevitably be born, but the birth of memories is always just a possibility, existing in the endless future, a distant possibility.

Therefore, Su Nian also found it somewhat troublesome to create a memory star god, and could only watch as the other party naturally evolved it from the subspace (memory domain).

Was it the God of Subspace Emotions who was born? Or the God of Memory? Su Nian wasn't quite sure. It was different from Om Messiah Boshizun, the god who became His subordinate.

This simulated Star God of Memory, Su Nian planned to make it one aspect of him, an incarnation.

Since the Memory Star God hasn't been born yet, why can't this Memory Star God be his memories?
And the subspace will inevitably become His new Good Vision Heaven.

Hopefully, the Warhammer universe won't turn into another Warhammer universe where everyone has a unique skill and occasionally some crazy characters emerge.

Warhammer 40k, known in the community as "Little Ironclad".

(End of this chapter)