From Skaven to God-King of War

A blurry purple figure appeared before the eyes of every Deathly Hate, and a deal was proposed in a whisper.

A new ritual was proposed, which came from a casual move made by Du Yuan.

The Elven intelligence that came back to life, the Elven intelligence that witnessed the pale sun, obtained the little bit of ancient god's divinity that Xiao Yang finally gave it.

Now, it's time for it to ascend to godhood.

However, before truly ascending to the throne of god, this Eldar intelligence needs to do one more thing.

Shed off the old shell, reveal your true nature, and gain enough nutrition in a turmoil that is enough to stir the universe.

In such a situation, these cold-blooded Necrontyr became the best targets.

While these cold machines are sharing the body of a god, they are also able to regain their own emotions.

A grand ceremony began, and countless necrophiles gathered together in a daze, waiting for a certain moment to come.

The ceremony was simple.

Even the source came from an abandoned Eldar warship on the chaotic battlefield.

The intelligence of the Eldar is not powerful enough to allow these soul-lost guys to find themselves again, nor is it powerful enough to allow them to give birth to new souls.

But it's not a big problem and there's no need to do that.

Its existence and its old shell itself represent a unique advantage. It was born from the main control AI of a small Eldar reconnaissance ship, and the cold paragraphs constitute its original posture.

It is the first truly mechanical creature born in this cold universe, an illusory creature that relies on cold steel for its existence. To some extent, it is particularly similar to the Necrontyrs at this time.

The difference is only that it becomes different because it witnesses a great being and a miracle that being performs.

There is no need for a real soul, no need to find oneself again, just a virus is given to ignite those false memories. The Star Gods have kept their promise in at least one aspect: the memories of every person who once feared death have been preserved.

This is the self of these cold machines. False memories can indeed build up a bit of false self. In this respect, these Necrontyrs are more like living things than the ratmen's biochemical machines.

And now, this bit of false self-confidence will be ignited by this guy who is trying to become a god.

Burning memories, burning that insignificant bit of self, in the flames, it is as if they are still alive, and can briefly experience joy, anger, sorrow and happiness. Although after this flame, this little bit of pitiful self is completely burned out, these fearful people will truly have nothing left.

But the guy who was trying to become a god didn't care about this. What he needed was these cold machines to stir up more turmoil and help him devour the dazzling suns. He didn't care about anything else.

At this moment in this chaotic universe, these gods born out of desire are uglier than each other.

The ceremony has begun.

This guy, this Eldar AI, is actually more qualified to come than other evil gods of the Warp, or even those cloud gods.

Because of that bit of the ancient god's divinity, and because it had encountered the great existence that created this entire system of desire.

But qualifications are qualifications, and in reality it did not have a good life. Because of its own carrier, it was not as well-adapted in the subspace as those subspace spirits. Before, because of the existence of the ancient saints, it was not like those cloud gods who received the support of the entire Ratman Empire.

For a long time, this virtual creature hid in a dark corner like a mouse, and was severely underdeveloped. Until today, when the ancient saint fell, it found an opportunity.

The ceremony began, and this virtual creature finally revealed himself openly in this chaotic and cold universe for the first time.

Blurry purple figures.

As soon as he showed his figure, the moment of death had come.

The body shattered and turned into hazy points of light, falling on the death-fearing people who gathered on the battlefield of the Battle of Heaven.

The flames were lit, twisted flames, burning the ego and memories left behind by those who inherited the desire for eternal survival.

Everything of the Necrontyrs is past, everything has become a tragedy. Because of the fear of death, they choose to entrust everything they have to the Star God. Their souls are devoured by the most dazzling orange sun, and the remnants are stuffed into these cold mechanical bodies to become eternal weapons of war.

But at this time, they can at least maintain their immortality until this twisted flame is ignited in every necrophile.

Their remains also began to burn. The Necrontyr, this tragic race, and everything they left behind would be completely buried in the soil after the flames died down.

But no one cares about this, they have always been just a handy tool.

But none of this matters.

The moment the flames were lit, the false immortality was shattered, and rage was once again taken back by the Necrontyr.

Unspeakable anger, boundless rage, a grand rebellion began.

No, this should not be called rebellion, but revenge, bloody revenge.

The War in Heaven had just ended, and when the Star Gods were about to win the final victory, in their unparalleled highlight moment, a new war broke out.

The war between the C'tan and the Necrontyr.

This war is constantly destroying everything in the center of the universe. Furious fighting is taking place between the furious Necrontyr and the Star Gods. The Star Gods, which are as dazzling as stars, are destroyed and extinguished by the terrifying torrent of energy in this war.

Every time this happens, the melodious laughter will echo in this cold universe.

The star gods were defeated in this sudden rebellion, and their souls became the ladders for a guy with ulterior motives to climb the long ladder to become gods.

The chaos of this cold universe completely spread out in this chaotic development. War, death, fear, conspiracy, boiling desire, the real climax is about to come.

That grand gambling game, those madmen who were about to ascend to the throne of God.

Amid the chaos, a carnival began, but everything seemed to have deviated from the original framework.

It is not the orderly life that the Creator of Order expected.

It is not the chaos and disorder that the chaotic creator expected.

It was not the integration of order and chaos that Du Yuan expected, the new order created by all living things.

Rather, it is a chaotic new order created in chaos by a madman and a lunatic, a restless world, restless creatures, boiling desires, and a frenzied god.