The chaotic Longlin Star finally attained a long-awaited tranquility.
All warring parties, even the Necrons who cared the least for the Warp, chose to retreat en masse, staring in terror at the scene before them.
After all, a rift tearing through reality had split open the sky, emitting a six-colored divine light.
Even if the eyes behind the rift weren't looking at them, an uncontrollable fear still radiated from the depths of the crowd's hearts.
Most Mortals did not know what the beings behind these rifts were; they could only feel an instinctive dread.
The Chaos Astartes, who understood these existences, bowed their heads in panic, unable to fathom how they had encountered such "luck" today.
To actually witness six Evil Gods appearing in one place simultaneously.
What is going on?
Did you all schedule a gathering today?
Especially Abaddon, standing within the Ark of Omen, found himself frozen for what felt like the umpteenth time.
He could only watch these Evil Gods, who had cast aside all dignity just to fight over one Sith, as he grit his teeth and bowed his head in suppressed resentment.
The only slight comfort he could find was that, compared to last time, there was at least one fewer.
Abaddon could always find a way to justify things to himself.
On the other side, Belakor, who was also looking to cause trouble for his arch-rival Vashtorr, stared at the rare sight before him as if he were seeing the gods for the first time.
Standing on a high ground far from the core combat zone, he watched the six gods tear open rifts almost simultaneously, his gaze shifting toward the distant Sith with a complex expression.
"This is even more than in my time... they even added Gork and Mork..."
Belakor was the first Everchosen of the Four Gods and the first human to defect to Chaos.
In his day, Belakor had been peerless, courted frantically by the Four Gods.
Yet, even compared to his own peak moment, the current Sith was proving to be far more sought after.
Looking at the rifts opening almost simultaneously, Belakor thought even more deeply than the others.
"So synchronized... those six old things probably never took their eyes off him!"
Saying this, Belakor, who also didn't care for the Evil Gods, couldn't help but spit secretly.
"The whole galaxy is so vast, yet you've focused all your attention on this kid."
"What? Are you just going to ignore your own followers now?!"
Belakor grumbled about the shamelessness of the Evil Gods, then irritably tried to stretch his body, which was still aching from Vashtorr's blows. In this silent world, perhaps out of fear of disturbing Sith's soul as it prepared to leave his body—
No sooner had Belakor moved than he was struck by four massive slaps of fel energy.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
After his head was snapped back and forth four times, Belakor was momentarily stunned. Just as he looked up in a rage, about to shout curses, two more slaps followed the first four.
Perhaps the latter two were more practiced, for they didn't hold back at all. This time, Belakor's head didn't just snap; he was sent flying, even performing a mid-air relay turn.
"Gork and Mork too?!"
Belakor was filled with resentment, but as he prepared to curse in defiance, those six pairs of eyes—which had been fixed solely on Sith—finally spared a sliver of an emotion called 'displeasure' for Belakor.
And the Four Gods, who had always indulged Belakor, finally showed genuine killing intent toward him for the first time!
Even the other two Xenos gods gathered a vast amount of green fel energy above Belakor's head. If Belakor dared to utter another word and disturb their favorite boy 'Sith' from returning to the Greenskin family, they would crush him instantly.
Facing such extreme behavior, Belakor's cheek twitched several times before he grit his teeth and fell silent. He then looked at the distant, deceased Sith, shocked that these Evil Gods would actually want to kill him for the sake of a Mortal!
But then, looking at a tall crimson figure on the other side, Belakor suddenly felt it wasn't entirely unacceptable.
Because even Khorne, who had dispatched Angron, had disciplined Angron into being exceptionally 'docile' just to 'welcome' Sith's soul.
Docile indeed. As Belakor observed Sith, Lion El'Jonson—facing Angron—stared at his opponent. Angron stood there like a wooden statue; despite the rage in his eyes, he only dared to hold his current position, not daring to move an inch. The Lion's wide eyes conveyed only one thought: 'I've truly never seen this before.'
Wait!
This is Angron!
This guy actually has a quiet day?!
Then the Lion, also not daring to move, strained his eyes to look at the Mortal who had inexplicably 'committed suicide'.
The entire Longlin Star fell into a dead silence.
Because the six gods were so terrified of disturbing their 'little darling' on his way home—lest he be tricked into the wrong door by someone else—the entire battlefield was forcibly frozen in place by them.
Everyone could only look at each other, constantly grumbling in their hearts about what kind of nonsense this was.
On such a massive battlefield with so many combatants, everyone had to play'statues' because of one person?
It wasn't that no one wanted to try moving, but when someone contemplated it, the even more arrogant Belakor had already provided an excellent example for everyone.
Especially seeing how Belakor, one of the most powerful individuals on the battlefield, was being slapped around in mid-air like a ragdoll.
The others merely imagined that force applied to themselves and shuddered. With fine beads of cold sweat on their foreheads, they decided it was best to stay put.
After all, even the distant Necrons could only watch these Warp Evil Gods in horror, regretting why they had even come here in the first place.
Even the Necrons, who were specialists in anti-Warp warfare, had absolutely no desire to resist upon seeing the six Great Evil Gods arrive at once!
Then, amidst the dead silence, Sith—for whom the six gods had waited so long—surprisingly still hadn't had his soul separated.
At this moment, Sith seemed to be entering a state of being neither dead nor alive.
Meanwhile, under the increasingly puzzled gaze of the six gods, the ancient dagger in Sith's chest was visibly melting away.
The entire dagger transformed into the purest energy, merging completely into Sith's heart.
Then, as the minutes and seconds ticked by, just as everyone's nerves were stretched to the breaking point, the long-awaited movement finally radiated from Sith as the center, echoing instantly in the depths of everyone's souls.
That...
...was a heartbeat!
Hearing this heartbeat, not only did those around Sith widen their eyes instantly, but all the factions engaged in the bloody meat grinder across Longlin Star also snapped their eyes open.
On the ground, the smoke of the battlefield filled the sky.
Van Roth, clad in power armor and wielding a power hammer, stared blankly behind him while facing the overwhelming enemy forces.
Opposite him, Belakor—who was staying put and dared not move—slightly lifted his eyelids, first looking at the sky, then shaking his head inwardly as he looked back down.
In the silence, only Abaddon's murmur from the bridge spoke the thoughts of everyone on the planet:
"Where..."
"...was that thunder?!"
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