Chapter 994: Transaction with Kayang

A ray of light bloomed from Khayon's gradually withering soul world. When he saw that the person who appeared in front of him was the famous fate weaver Carlos, Khayon was even more surprised.

"Doing business with the Great Demon of Tzeentch?" Khayon sneered, "I have seen enough negative cases. I can't sign any terms with you."

"Negative case? Haha. They signed hastily without fully understanding the contents of the treaty. Everything we did was in accordance with the agreement. Don't think too bad of us."

Khayon had no interest in Carlos' explanation. The Great Demon of Tzeentch always had reasons and excuses to exonerate himself. It would be strange if they couldn't say it.

Carlos approached Khayon's soul, holding the rolled-up ancient contract paper in one hand and the crystal clear crystal ball in the other. He asked Khayon, aren't you curious about the situation in Cadia?

Khayon said there was nothing to be curious about, Abaddon would win, no fighting force in the Empire could compete with the Blackstone Fortress, they could only delay their own demise.

Without mocking Khayon's optimism, Carlos handed over the crystal ball. The scene of the Chaos Army being forced into a desperate situation came into Khayon's eyes.

Before Khayon questioned whether this was a lie, Carlos's two heads spoke first, "If there is any falsehood in the picture shown here, my great master will be split open by the Lord of War! Rided and played by the Lord of Indulgence! Fed soup and eaten shit by the Lord of Decay!"

Khayon couldn't help but widen his eyes. After he became a psychic, this was the first time he heard such a terrible oath from the mouth of a Tzeentch demon.

This oath confirmed that the picture shown by Carlos was not false, but Khayon's vigilance was still not put down. The value of the things that these Tzeentch demons wanted to exchange for the truth was definitely not something he could afford.

While thinking about the problem, he focused his eyes on the crystal ball. The Chaos Fleet, which was determined to bring destruction to the Empire, could only stay behind the Blackstone Fortress to survive. Under the heavy pressure of the enemy, the Chaos warbands that barely held together fell into internal strife. They were still using anti-aircraft guns to intercept torpedoes and bombers to vent their grievances. Maybe they would upgrade to using macro guns to shoot each other next.

How could this be? What about Abaddon? He couldn't let this happen unless the Spirit of Vengeance was boarded by the Empire and he was forced to move the command center.

Who could defeat Abaddon with divine power? The wolf leader Logan? The dark angel Azrael?

So what is the situation of the Spirit of Vengeance now? Is my sister still safe?

Khayon was a little anxious, and his soul couldn't help but reach out to the crystal ball. And Carlos was also very considerate to change the picture for him.

The Vengeful Spirit was twisted into a huge filth spewing out the Warp. The powerful Space Marines and weak servants were assimilated and swallowed by the Warp and became part of the unspeakable structure.

Khayon only felt a moment of regret for their fate. He was more concerned about his sister.

His sight passed through all the horrors and twists and came to the core of the Vengeful Spirit. It really became a heart condensed by flesh and blood and machinery. The thick cables violently pierced into the heart, and more Warp power was poured into the Vengeful Spirit along the rhythm of expansion and contraction.

All the brains incorporated into the Thinker system seemed to have resumed the ritual. Many human faces appeared on the outer skin of the heart, showing the same pain and making silent howls in different appearances.

His sister was one of them. Countless bulges like hands tore at his sister's face, as if to tear her apart or drag her into the dark depths of the heart.

Khayon's heart suddenly tightened. He clearly remembered his sister's pain and felt his broken body aching.

What on earth is Abaddon doing! ! !

At this time, only this roar echoed in this soul world. Khayon suddenly looked up at Carlos, "Why didn't you take action?"

"Me?"

"Why didn't you help Abaddon! Isn't it a good thing for you to win the 13th Black Crusade?"

When Khayon pointed the spearhead at himself, and even at the master behind him, Carlos's two heads laughed differently.

"Times have changed, little guy. If it were usual, I would be happy to help, but my great master also encountered an unsolvable problem, so he had to change the plan."

"You mean those warships? The power is indeed powerful, but it's not a tricky thing for you!"

"No, no, no. Look at that guy."

Following Carlos's guidance, Khayon saw the scene of Lin Fan in armor easily killing Abaddon's guards. The smoothness of the bayonet cutting through the armor reminded Khayon of a hot knife cutting butter, and the difficulty of the helmet being crushed felt like pinching a ball of sand.

Abaddon stood up, holding the Draconian Demon Sword and carrying the power of chaos, trying to launch a swift and ruthless attack on Lin Fan.

The two were separated by a distance, and Lin Fan stared at Abaddon. After a while, his arms fell off neatly.

"Who is he?" Khayon asked.

"Him?" Carlos spoke of Lin Fan with solemnity and fear in his tone. Everyone who knows the power of the subject should be full of awe for its powerful and irreversible power. "He is a pure destroyer! The tangible and intangible end of the world!"

Carlos released his psychic energy while speaking, creating many mirrors in Khayon's soul world. The contents reflected by these mirrors were spectacular scenes of the mass extinction of the universe.

The process of the extinction of the vast universe made Khayon breathless. The horror of extinction for no reason seized all his perceptions, and only the trembling slowly rippled out from the depths of his soul.

"See? This is what he did. The pure destroyer has come again. My Lord has done everything to fight against him, but in order to realize our plan, you still need to pay a great price."

Khayon forcibly pulled himself out of the picture of the destruction of the universe and looked at Carlos with a flickering look.

Tzeentch weaved a plan for the universe... No, to protect the only remaining galaxy? Is this credible?

The four gods rely on the thoughts of life to exist, and life relies on the solid space to survive. Although the four gods have only the attitude of playing with life, they will also restrain themselves in order to play the game longer.

From this point of view, Tzeentch may really want to protect the future of the galaxy from the bottom of his heart.

So what will he do?