In the vast Warhammer universe, a tiny planet floats quietly. Looking from the distant space, it is a fuzzy yellow-green planet - Barbarus.
In the trajectory of this world, there are countless mediocre, endless individuals—
They were born into this world, struggled to live, and then died silently.
I don’t know why I was born, and I don’t know why I died.
But the thoughts, obsessions, greed—the taste of life, struggling to live, unwilling to die.
Just like humans in all other worlds.
Perhaps the humans on Barbarus are better or worse than humans on other worlds
But no matter what, thousands of years of life have made these humans, whose average age is less than twenty sidereal years, accustomed to it.
Life is a kind of inertia. People are busy revolving around their own inertia. In their brains where they are unable to realize more, inertia is the law. Maintain inertia, maintain life, and stay alive.
Like silent animals whose vocal cords have been corroded by poisonous fog, they toil day after day on the barren land of Barbaros, living day after day in eternal oppression and fear.
Perhaps, one day thousands of years later, one of them exploded in the face of oppression and became angry in the fear. He rose up, grabbed a knife, and faced the tyrant's oppression head-on!
—But no matter what, he definitely failed.
The creatures that made the changes have long since died, but human history on the planet continues as usual, maintaining its established trajectory by inertia.
The planet silently revolves around its own star. The god of destiny is silent, speechless and actionless.
Until the landing of the incubator that fell from the sky.
Until the Lord of Death walked down from the high mountain where poisonous fog lingered all year round.
The gears of fate that had been completely stagnant and repeated for thousands of years received instructions from the Supreme God. The loose and rotten gears began to close, and the ashes-covered machine began to operate. The gears and cogs made a clattering sound and turned slowly.
—The fate that had been carefully planned began to turn.
The protagonist is a distinguished guest from outer space, and the supporting characters are slaves who have been repeating the script for thousands of years.
He happily cooks His wonderful soup, and everything is complete.
Seven times of careful preparation, seven times of attentive blessings, seven kinds of ingredients, and seven centuries of preparation.
Seven blessings, seven curses, seven destinies, the thick soup already exudes an enchanting flavor.
All things decay, but all living things are immortal.
The merciful Father had already prepared everything for his beloved Son, and He was watching his unique Son.
In the great and eternal garden of the loving Father, a place has already been reserved for His beloved ones!
On the fairest, richest, most charming, most agreeable soil of the great garden, on the loveliest, warmest, most agreeable, most agreeable wilderness visible from the window of the father's manor--
The bloody flesh and pus are licked tirelessly by the industrious rotten flies, the thick phlegm and rotten scars are donated reluctantly by the lovely bees, the disaster-stricken dry bones stand out in the fishy and smelly mucus, and the disgusting rotten meat turns into a soft and warm ground.
Nurglings chirped and sang happily on the branches, the Great Unclean Ones came out offering their treasures, scabies hummed, rot flies buzzed, and plague toads happily praised their grandfather's kindness in the pus!
This is such a warm big family! Every member is nervously and expectantly preparing a warm and comfortable house for the upcoming child. When he arrives, countless filth will break out of the ground under the command of the loving father, and countless bloody flesh and pus will rise from the ground under the loving father's attention. The child's favorite residence will be presented to him in its entirety.
That child, that poor child who has not yet been thrown into the arms of a loving father, he will like it here, he will praise everything!
Oh, what a great Father! What a great Father!
All the creatures in the Great Garden could not help but smile at the thought of the coming darling, the lucky child! They whispered blessings in their hearts.
However.
However.
An uninvited guest has crept onto the stage of repetitive stagnation.
The audience coming from afar applauded before the kind father.
The kind father, immersed in brewing the thick soup of fate, neglects those changes that are small enough, so that the most ineffective changes begin to accumulate.
He neglected.
Changes outside of fate and changes within fate came to Him at the same time, the former was too small, and the latter was too difficult to deal with.
No! His child will be His! Mortarion, His favorite! You cannot take him from me!
The kind father waved his arms to drive away the annoying creature in the distance, while the Nurglings were busy throwing suitable ingredients into the soup pot.
The loving Father muttered something to deal with His old enemy, which once again helplessly drew His attention.
The visitors from outside the world therefore got a chance to catch their breath as the fatherly eyes passed through the gap.
The Lord of Change screams, repeating it thousands of times, it’s time for the script that everyone is watching to end!!!
Changes, changes, changes, unfathomable changes coming from outside the world!
Nine levels of transformation, nine levels of subversion, nine levels of banter, the thread of fate continues endlessly!
Let go of the fascinating and amazing past, present, and future!
Change itself is a reward, change itself is a goal, the change of change condenses infinite mystery, everything in the world obeys the rules, and the rules are a contempt and restraint for all of this!
He saw this wonderful change, the chaotic and uncertain time of the warp showed him endless changes, detached from the mystery of the world itself.
The scream of arrogance penetrates everything, the scream of ecstasy disturbs everything!
He screamed, and the endlessly changing maze began to dance once again. The creatures imprisoned and lost in it once again began to escape in endless changes.
Break the rules, tweak fate, and tease the world.
[Emperor's Fantasy]
"My Lord, an Omega-level interference distortion has occurred in the subspace sector near us. It is expected that subspace jumps will become difficult within six stellar months."
"Except for the warp jump to a specific direction, the warp in this direction is quite stable."
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+This is an invitation, this is a statement+
+This is a deal+
The golden eyes embody the wisdom of mankind from ancient times to the present, and they are shining brightly at this moment.
warn:
The next few pictures are knives, yes knives, yes knives!
For those who can’t stand it, I suggest you jump directly to Chapter 29 and don’t read these pictures!!!
Book friends who like cruel style can read directly
Believe in the loving Father and you will have eternal life!!!
Look at this author, he not only believes in Nurgle, but also Khorne. In addition, he also likes Tzeentch very much.
But we don't like Slaanesh.
I'm out to you, I'm a Chaos Party. (Of course, the protagonist is from the Empire)
(End of this chapter)