Chapter 598 Ancient Lord

"Asuryan! Great Phoenix King! Father of the gods and ancestor of all things!"

The Warlord saw nothing but chaos and disorder in the warp, and the majestic Pantheon had disappeared.

"The gods are dead, and only we are left." The Warlord understood this in despair. He looked at the battlefield of the Eldar in the universe and felt endless sadness.

Although he didn't know why these Eldar ships had very different styles, he felt that these were all the mistakes of the outer Necrontyr Dynasty.

His men saluted the lord, and then they sank into the dream tree again, allowing their bodies to merge with the dream tree and turn into dazzling statues in human form.

The psychic energy buried in the infinite circuit of the War Ark was drawn out, and the souls of the ancestors were condensed into armor and weapons. The Warlord became the node of the Ark's power.

In the distant battle in heaven, they were the only heirs of the psychic power. They extinguished the stars with their gestures and made the appearance of the planets move according to their wishes. Although there are no gods of the Pantheon standing behind him, the War Lord will still use his determination to die together to make the Necrontyr re-examine the deterrent power of the Spirit Empire.

The surging thunder destroyed Rotaros and pulled out other Death Mark troops that had infiltrated the dimension. The War Lord vented his infinite anger in the name of the Pantheon. He snapped his fingers, and a blazing star was generated in Rotaros' body. The next moment Rotaros was teleported to the side of the Hierophant, and the star in his body also exploded completely under the tearing of psychic energy.

In the chaotic battlefield, everyone thought they were the one who controlled the overall situation.

The illusory laughter of the deceiver blew across the battlefield, and Valgur gloated on the side of the dimension. In the chaotic and disordered subspace, Tzeentch also laid many traps.

The shaped lattice covered part of the Ghoul Star Region, and Tzeentch spent a lot of energy and time to do this. Even his capable subordinate Carlos did not help him, but let him flee in embarrassment under the pursuit of the Grey Knights.

Tzeentch could hear Carlos' screams and the angry roars of the Grey Knights, but all his attention was on the lattice network covering the Ghoul Sector.

"Your throne is still a replica after all, and it can't be compared with the real legacy." Tzeentch mocked the Emperor. The Emperor was using the Astronomican to pierce the lattice and project his power into the sector, but Tzeentch would not give him more opportunities.

Rocas took this chess piece. It was not time to use it. But the other chess pieces had already arrived where they should go. Tzeentch fiddled with the battlefield, adjusting the probability of things happening in each area to make the battle situation more in line with his requirements.

The surging psychic energy erupting from the Eldar Ancient Battle Ark was also blocked by him. He didn't want to draw the attention of Slaanesh, the troublemaker, here.

With the help of the waves of the warp, Tzeentch could see that the God-Emperor and Slaanesh were blocking another invasion of Khorne. This time, Khorne really spent a lot of money. The 88 million blood copper demons forged in the eighty-eight abysses were killing in the Cursed Legion. Although the Keepers of Slaanesh could fight back and forth with the demons, Slaanesh's power was not as strong and pure as Khorne after all. The bound God-Emperor could not go all out. The crazy Khorne fought back and forth with the two of them, and the stalemate on the battlefield would continue.

However, this desperate message could be sent to another place to add new variables.

Tzeentch hooked his finger, and the lattice revealed a needle-sized gap, and sent this breath to the decadent and dying stinking garden in the process of entanglement.

The goddess of life, Isha, heard this ancient cry. She knew in an instant that this was a devout believer left by the ancient spirit empire. A tear of excitement fell from her compassionate face, through the warp and the curtain to the mortal world. This tear cured the diseases and sufferings of countless creatures.

Regardless of the spirit race and the alien species, the love of goddess Isha for all beings is equal.

The strong despair and anger contained in the breath also attracted the attention of Nurgle. He stopped stirring the crucible in his busy hands and looked back to see the heartache of Isha crying.

"What's wrong? My dear friend."

"I heard someone calling me. He prayed for my salvation and mercy."

"Oh." Nurgle looked at Isha crying like rain, and his heart was also very sad. He summoned his children and ordered them to bring Isha's children to accompany her.

A harmonious family should be complete. Nurgle has always believed in this. He pulled out a rotten stick from the mire to make it easier for them to walk on the long journey. He picked another yellow, watery fruit from the branch of his withered fruit tree, so that the children would have food to fill their stomachs on the way.

He looked far into the distance, feeling that the area was still too dead and dry, and his children would definitely suffer from hunger if they came back a little later.

One fruit seemed not enough, Nurgle stirred the crucible with a spoon, scraping the sticky and turbid sediment at the bottom of the cauldron, he raised his hand to scoop out the thick sediment and poured it on the fruit, then he rang the bell, sending his children off with a rusty squeak.

The sons of Nurgle who accepted the task were jubilant, they jumped like elementary school students on their first spring outing, the cute and naughty Nurgle spirits flew through the intestines of their brothers and sisters, and when they felt tired and exhausted, they opened the yellow pustules and fell asleep peacefully in the thick pulp.

Every stab of the stick made the staggering Nurgle demons feel more energetic, and few demons showed their lazy and sleepy side. Various twisted horns and dead drums accompanied their footsteps, and filth was left behind them, seeping through the curtain and dripping into the mortal world with dirty liquids carrying diseases.

The creatures that were cured by Isha's compassionate tears were once again plagued by various diseases under the march of the demon army, and it was difficult for them to die quickly, and they could only enjoy the grace of the loving father in pain.

Regardless of living and dead things, the loving father's love for all beings is equal.

The Nurgle demon army came to the gap, and they put the juiced fruit on the ground. This fruit is really too big, the loving father can weigh the fruit with one hand, and they need tens of thousands or even millions of demons to barely carry it and move around.

Some demons were tired and the pustules on their bodies burst, and new Nurgle spirits were born from these pus, and they splashed each other like a water fight. Other demons were crushed by the fruit during transportation. Their faces were at the bottom of the fruit, and they closed their eyes and enjoyed the leisure time without working.

The demons praised the generosity of the father and the kindness of Isa. They vowed to make Isa stop crying and to make the father's frown loosen.

The empire must drive away the aliens. Terran: Ants, come and parry this move