I'm a magnetic field madman

It bloomed continuously, accompanied by the Dark Lord's painful and miserable screams!

Come! Come! Come!

The nameless one laughed wildly, effortlessly unleashing the culmination of forty thousand years of accumulated power! And Draconion, who had taken everything from the Emperor, was merely a figurehead Dark King; even if he wanted to resist, he was utterly powerless!

He is an enemy of humanity, but the person before him has already had all his identities swallowed up.

He was just a nobody, an unnamed ultimate powerhouse, someone whose power could not punish, or rather, could not punish anything!

Even if he manifested his sins, he was nothing more than a weak and angry boy—ultimate strength is the result of accumulation, not the beginning of that murder!

All the pleasure turned into fear, and then into pure pain!

A god who is all show and no substance is being brutally beaten by a primitive man of pure violence, and the reverse flow of time is accumulating a suppression as heavy as the universe!

As for the four gods, they could only watch!

Watch as a mad, ultimate powerhouse pins a fake human ruler, a hypocrite who stole all his identities, to the ground and beats him mercilessly!

In the timeless heavens, this beating continued for a very long time, until the false sun transformed from anger into fear, began to beg for mercy from fear, and was finally obliterated of all its self.

He raised a sword and plunged it into its body.

A sword pierced through the body of the Dark King who had stolen the Emperor's name.

A magnificent longsword, its metal and magically glowing bone intertwined, its blade bearing screaming faces that writhe in despair, devouring the divine power of this deity.

Within his tightly gripped longsword, it struggled and writhed, still alive, its churning form growing increasingly indistinct with endless hunger.

Ultimately, it all returned to nothingness.

He raised the sword, feeling all that surged within it—he had taken the place of the cursed one, and this sword was his entire past.

Dark Lord Sword

His smile had completely vanished. He shouldered the sword and left the ravaged world without hesitation.

His gaze pierced through the barriers of time and space, meeting the eyes of a researcher filled with smiles and anticipation.

Next, it's time to go keep the appointment.

To fulfill the final promise that should be made by an identity that has been erased!

183. The Spirit Race Saves the World

A deep, dark subspace, a realm where the thoughts of countless beings converge.

This is a mirror, a mirror reflecting the concrete reality of the universe. If all beings choose hell, then this is hell.

The subspace is extremely vast, or rather, it is essentially the opposite of the universe.

The subspace is as vast as the physical universe. That boundless torrent of the virtual realm is the best illusory image reflected by all living beings and matter.

The four beings who control the subspace and are referred to as "gods" by countless races surpass and rule over everything in this realm of thought!

The silvery-white moonship sailed downwards along the ocean currents of the warp... and on this moonship of the ancient gods, the goddess of maidens, Lilith, with her long silvery-white hair flowing, softly sang a childlike lullaby.

The song stirred the invisible moonlight, which enveloped and protected the silvery-white moonboat as it glided through the dangerous and ever-changing realm of chaos, heading towards the deepest, most profound place.

There were not many passengers on board—or rather, only four.

Bai Qianshuang, Blood Shark, Evelynn, and Males.

Each of them symbolizes the meaning of a deceased ancient deity... and they are the chosen ones who are closest to the gods, even bound to everything the gods have.

They correspond to the domains of the four Warp Gods, and what they are about to accomplish... is to seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to silence those four destructive powers.

What? You're asking why there's anything about Males?

Shouldn't she just be a clueless political schemer?

No, that's not the case.

When Bai Qianshuang turned her face towards him, he used his folding fan to cover his face...

However, the pale, dark spirit race, which could not resist the exaggerated smile spreading beneath it, had already been "possessed" by the gods.

The deity who controls her body and soul and is preparing to intercept her projection is—the Laughing God, Shelga.

A deity who was once unknown in the pantheon of the Eldar... but after the Great Fall, he was one of only two deities, along with Isa, to escape the catastrophe.

It's quite interesting that during the great fall of the Spirit Race, countless powerful gods were devoured... Only the unknown Laughing God managed to escape on his own.

Why is that? Does he have some powerful, unique skill?

No, it's just because of an interesting "fate".

The loving mother goddess Isa was rescued by Nurgle because she symbolizes life.

Kane, a man consumed by bloodlust, was shattered by Khorne, for he was the embodiment of slaughter.

The cunning and unpredictable Laughing God, who prioritizes self-preservation, symbolizes something that needs no further explanation.

In fact, the characteristics and concepts represented by the God of Laughter are not just about division and jokes. He also symbolizes murder, madness, and most importantly, he is a quirky clown who can glimpse fate.

Yes, every Eldar god who survived embodied the same traits of the four destructive powers of the Warp.

And perhaps it is this inexplicable quality that has given them the possibility of changing their destiny and even saving the universe...

"Hehehe!!"

Sylgor, possessing Males, laughed incessantly, for his choice of Males as his divine incarnation was itself a huge joke.

How could a sharp-tongued woman who doesn't believe in any gods be qualified to be a being who can be descended to become a true god? Even if it were a selection process, shouldn't Xilegao have chosen from among the clown theater troupe leaders?

But no—Sielego likes the unexpected, because all jokes and funny comedy come from the unexpected.

Marles became his puppet precisely because of this unexpectedness.

When she was banished from the court by Victor and wandered the net, she had the good fortune to meet Silego.

The audacious and sharp-tongued lady played a game with the gods and ultimately won.

She gained a crystal heart and the friendship of the clown troupe... all of which became the foundation for her return to Comoros and regaining power!

But this arrogant and proud woman never considered that her victory was part of a joke orchestrated by Silego.

Marles was proud that she had defeated a true god, but she never imagined that Sylvain had deliberately lost to her.

The God of Laughter didn't renege; he did indeed give his heart to Marles. But that crystal heart was actually Silego's own heart.

The Great Jester gave his Crystal Heart to Males, and from that moment on... Males was gradually transformed into the most suitable body to bear the Great Jester's arrival.

Was it unexpected? Was it despicable? Was it cruel?

But this perfectly aligns with Silero's original concept as the god of laughter—the element of surprise. In any joke, drama, or even murder, the ultimate factor for success is the accident.

Only the unexpected can bring about the greatest changes, and only the unexpected can create the most hilarious jokes!

And this is how Xilego became the Spirit God corresponding to the Lord of All Changes... because accidents and changes are so closely related.

"So many tombstones..."

Bai Qianshuang peered through the glimmers of light from the moonship into the endless subspace... but what he saw was not the chaotic realm of the Four Gods, but countless tombstones of the dead.

He saw an aggregate of millions of worms, a colossal nine-horned ratman, some strange dwarves, or perhaps a colossal dragon of the universe.

But without exception, they were all completely dead.

"Actually, in the very distant past, the warp wasn't so clearly defined."

In Bai Qianshuang's mind, Isa's loving yet sorrowful voice echoed softly...

"Those tombstones are actually the remains of gods from a certain race in the universe, from the past warp, where there were many different gods..."

The sixty million years following the fall of the ancient saints and star gods, before the birth of humankind, were a long and blank period in history, during which the spirits of space had already fallen and the ancient saints and star gods had successively perished.

Few people bother to record or explore this period of history, not even the Eldar, the main characters of that history.

Because that was not a glorious history to begin with.

They inherited the rightful rule of the galaxy from the ancient saints...

The proud Adarin tribe continued to expand their territory and conquests after becoming the ultimate victors.

At that time, their enemies were other races in the universe.

As Isa once said, the universe is vast...

And this vast region once contained countless worlds that accommodated gods of other races.

The ones who could sweep away those deities were none other than the gods of their own Spirit Race.

It was precisely because of their actions that so much space was ultimately made available for the subspace...

Those four colossal chaotic realms thus swallowed everything. Even though they were beings destined to be born, traversing the past and future, it was undeniable that—

Ultimately, it was they themselves who personally participated in the birth of evil.

Now, Isha must atone for her mistakes, both as the mother of the Eldar and as a former Ancient Saint.

The gleaming moonboat silently sailed toward its final destination, and when it came to rest before the lake that shimmered with silver light, the chosen ones rose to their feet.

“He’s already been here,” Isa whispered.

She could sense that half of Asuyan's sacred fire had been taken away, undoubtedly done by the Emperor.

But this might not be a bad thing for them. At least they no longer need to persuade or force the final primordial phoenix to offer its last ray of light.

Bai Qianshuang stepped forward first, and the moment he stepped across the lake, a blazing sacred fire rose from the water... This symbolizes Asuyan as the eternal and contradictory symbol of Yin and Yang!

The intense pain seemed to be scorching her soul, making everything about her incredibly painful... but Bai Qianshuang forcibly commanded herself not to do anything despicable like wailing.

He endured the excruciating pain, feeling Asuyan's sacred fire reshaping and beating everything that belonged to him!

How could he willingly become his brother's puppet, or merely a parasite that depended on him for survival?

He needs to survive, he needs to grow stronger, and he needs to wait and climb to the level of becoming the ultimate powerhouse!

The flames of creation reshaped everything about Bai Qianshuang and greatly increased Isha's divine power!

Asuyan's power is that great! As the master of the Pantheon and the creator god of the Spirit Race, his power is like Nurgle's, constantly emerging from the cycle of life and death!

When the flames blaze fiercely, the creator god, forged from the undying star god and the ancient sages, will possess the power to confront evil gods. But when the flames wane, even the creator god will succumb to evil.

Now, amidst the unclaimed sacred flame, with the full power of Asuyan, Isha has achieved another enhancement of her divine status!

She will become the light that purifies Netherworld, she will reverse the extreme plague suffering of the loving father! She will turn life in the right direction.

Next up was Evelynn, who laid out five old woman swords on equal footing... and in the instant she summoned Death, she absorbed all of death along with it!

With a piercing scream, Death Jena descended from nothingness! He roared and howled with unparalleled terror and distortion, and his appearance... was surprisingly similar to Slaanesh?

But whatever the case, Slaanesh will be his problem.

Laughing wildly, Males stepped inside, and the Crystal Heart, scorched by the sacred fire of Asuyan, finally merged perfectly with her.

At the same time, it makes the jokes of the God of Laughter even more unexpected.

He will face the endless crystal labyrinth of the ever-changing Lord.

Finally, there's Kane and Bloodshark.

Kane roared as he held the fragments of the Blood Hand that all the Eldar had collected... He used Asuyan's undying holy fire to completely fuse those fragments with himself!

The magnetic force of the Blood Shark forged the crimson metal until the last fragment of the Blood Hand was completely pieced together.

In the end, he laughed wildly as his soul and completely merged with Kane's Star God body!

A complete Bloodhand Kane, the great Kane Karago, will face the might of the god of war head-on!

Yes, everything is ready.

It's time to save the world.

184. Nurgle and Isaac

Nugure Garden

Beneath eternal life, amidst the ever-churning tides of life and countless filths that can sustain smaller lives, countless filthy spirits scream and tumble about.

In the loving father's garden, these "little masters" should have been laughing, playing, and frolicking. But now they are running away, screaming, and filled with fear.

They fear that they should not accept what is chasing them from behind.