Chapter 603 Beyond Heaven
Next to the Well of Eternity.

After seeing the sudden illusion, the evil god squad finally knew where the other half of Tzeentch was, and immediately wanted to rush over to kill this waste. But before going over, they had to deal with the birdman in front of them.

As evil gods with proof of eternity, the four vendors are unique, which means that they cannot pull their past or future selves to do the work. The evil gods at all points in time are individuals.

Half of Jianqi was being beaten madly by the big dog, and the other half was even more unlucky. It was surrounded and bullied by the four gods, and its head was beaten to pieces.

Fearing that this bastard would continue to cause trouble, the kind father did not like the change and attacked with a meat bomb, sat on the birdman, took out a spoon from the big mouth on his belly and started smashing him around.

The youngest of the evil gods, Slaanesh, revealed his true form, imprisoned him with his snake's tail, entangled him, blocked Tzeentch's nagging mouth, took out two small daggers shining with scarlet light, and stabbed them into Tzeentch's eyes.

It would be fine if you just caused trouble normally, but you bastard actually wanted to overturn the table. The blue slime monster became the target of everyone's fire, and Khorne Mara also seized the opportunity and chopped at the staff while Tzeentch was struggling with the fat boy.

The blood-red greatsword and the black flame greatsword worked together and directly chopped into pieces the chaos artifact called "Enlightenment".

"No!! My Staff of Wisdom."

Tzeentch was extremely furious when his staff was destroyed, but he was only angry for a moment. As soon as he could say something, his father sprayed him with a mouthful of thick soup, which almost choked him to death.

Seeing that the extremely threatening strange weapon was destroyed, the culturally limited Mara picked up the big sword without saying a word and jumped and chopped off the bird head of Tzeentch amid the curses of Slaanesh.

Finally, he got a brief respite. Even though he was beheaded by a sword, Tzeentch's beak was still opening and closing. He quickly spat out the thick soup and said stubbornly:

"This is all planned. You can't kill me, and you can't kill me! You can only watch here and can't do anything."

Tzeentch was right. As evil gods of the Warp, they would not die as long as the Warp was not destroyed. Even if they were weakened, they would always rise again with the nourishment of the souls of all living beings.

For all living things, the dark galaxy is a nightmare, but for the four vendors it is just a game, which is why they admire Hogg and the entire Blackwatch so much.

As a conceptual collection of extreme emotions, having fun is their ultimate goal. As long as they can cause trouble, it is worth it even if they get beaten once in the resurrection match!

However, the death penalty can be avoided, but the living punishment cannot. Even if what Tzeentch said is right, the four gods will not let him go. Four magic lights of red, green, purple and black shot out and penetrated into Tzeentch's body together, tearing apart the power that should belong to him.

Wisdom, witchcraft, trickery, change, and hope, these are the five most important core pieces of the blue slime itself. The four gods cannot move them, but the other small fragments are not up to you.

Slaanesh swallowed the temptation to deceive mortals, Nurgle ate the struggle to survive by all means, and Malar cut off the tiny luck in desperate situations. Only Khorne did not join this feast, but looked intently at the hope distorted by Chaos, and finally lowered His proud head as the God of Courage.

"Brothers, we can't go through no matter what. It's over!"

"What do you mean it's over? What nonsense are you talking about, dog-headed man? Are you sure you don't want to try a piece? If you don't eat it, those two bastards will lick it clean." said Mara, who was holding a piece of debris that represented the turning point of bad luck and wanted to use this piece to dilute his bad luck.

"No, I have remembered everything. You can't go over there, and..." Swinging his war blade, Khorne chopped off the claws of Slaanesh that still wanted to lay hands on Hope, and pulled Tzeentch, who was lying on the ground, to his feet. He pointed his sword at the three gods amid Slaanesh's curses:
"For the future of the dog people, for my last memories, dinner time is over." "You fart!

Just because you don't enjoy it doesn't mean others don't. We finally got this opportunity, but you made us stop with just one sentence. Who do you think you are?"

In the eyes of others, the behavior of the kobolds was tantamount to smashing the pot of everyone's livelihood. Slaanesh and Nurgle would certainly disagree. The originally harmonious team was instantly split, and even Mara looked unfriendly.

The Kobolds couldn't win against three of them, and they also had to stop them from crossing the Well of Eternity. The best outcome for Khorne would be to be pinned to the ground and beaten like Tzeentch, but the Kobolds didn't panic at all. They stared at the Emperor's Sword in Malala's hand with their 24k titanium eyes and said slowly:
"Do you believe in heaven? I always thought that the first warrior to pick up a weapon and rush to the enemy was great. That was my original dream.

The weapon used by a truly strong man contains his lifelong beliefs. Perhaps, in the words of those red-robed men whom I admire very much, it is the generation of a machine soul.

In the predetermined fate, if you want to change everything, you can only transcend heaven, and in the mythology of the dog people, heaven is the subspace.

You have no idea how weak I was at the beginning. I just wanted to eat more and become as strong as other dog people. I was so weak that I should have had no future, but in the end I met him.

It was he who gave me an unrealistic dream and drew a huge pie for me. Even though the dream has been shattered, I have not lost. "

The situation was too sudden, and the three gods had no idea what was wrong with the dog. Why did your style suddenly become so strange? But before the three gods could doubt whether Khorne had taken the wrong medicine, they saw the cloak behind the dog-headed man move without wind, and the Well of Eternity in front of them, which should have been calm, also stirred up waves.

"Fighting spirits from the endless abyss, I grant you the right to burn again. Come out, Bloodhounds of the Eighth Legion of the Empire!!"

"boom!"

The pool of water containing high-purity Warp magic energy exploded, and tall figures wrapped in blood flames walked out of the pool. The giant dog-man in the lead was wearing the same red cloak as Khorne. On the half of the blood-red armor that was left, a standard Roman numeral VIII indicated his true identity:
"Finally crawled out of that damned pit. I smell fear. Three powerful subspace entities. Old Biden, are they the enemies of the Dog Empire?"

"..."

As soon as Brothandel appeared on the stage, he attracted everyone's attention, especially the familiar speech of the filial son, which caused the sword in Marat's hand to burst out with a dazzling golden light.

The Emperor, who was far away in the underground laboratory, was also laughing like a fool, which frightened Colleen, who was about to slack off, and she hurriedly dealt with the pile of parchment documents in front of her.

Seeing that no one answered, Blot limped to Khorne's side and looked at his father carefully. When he saw the extremely filthy Chaos magic on his body, he curled his lips in disgust. Then he saw the red flames on his body that were as sticky as blood.

"How ugly! It seems you are still late. However, the fact that the other brothers did not show up means that our raid was successful. Tell me, father, what do you want us to do?"

Turning around and looking at the first young son who had died, the Kobold smiled for the first time and pointed at the three former teammates on the opposite side and said:
"Hold this place, don't let them take a single step forward!"

"Of course, the Eighth Legion Bloodhounds never fail."

(End of this chapter)