[Subspace chess and card room]
+It's just a game, but I think you'll enjoy it.+
In the narrow bar, the man with a pointed face and monkey cheeks spoke. He and his opponent were sitting at a greasy little table. He was wearing a leather hat with a long blue bird feather decorated on it.
The man spoke slowly and in an extremely slick and ambiguous voice, staring at the person opposite him with a smile. Opposite him, the long-haired man in a linen shirt was pursing his lips tightly and saying nothing.
On his head, a golden laurel wreath gleamed.
The bright light illuminated the small table, and the rest was dark. In the darkness, an ominous barking sound was heard.
+My dear,+
The man in the blue feather hat laughed loudly, opened his hands, and looked at Neos happily.
+How do you feel now? ! +
The man rushed forward, pressing down on the table and covering his weights with his hands, the blue and white chips clattering as they piled up.
+You need to be aware when you sit at the table. +
The man said flatteringly, he tried to stretch out his hand towards the weight opposite, Neos remained motionless, the man suddenly retracted his hand, and the golden flame disappeared from his hand.
Neos shifted his gaze away from the largest card.
In the middle of the table, a card has changed.
The originally black and square card, with the neatly inlaid silver and gold threads on it, had all burst apart, revealing cracks. The darkness was surging, unconsciously extending its tentacles to explore the surroundings.
This card is no longer the [Pluto]/[Lord of the Silent Order] in the Emperor's hand.
The words on it twisted as if alive, recombining into new characters—
[Nirvana of the Foolish]
The man let out a sharp laugh, and as he laughed, the darkness around him began to tremble.
Neos glanced at the darkness without a trace, and now there were only the two of them at the table - they gave it a chance.
Neos stared at his opponent and said softly,
"You want to destroy both sides?"
Of course, when humanity is hopeless, he can pour all the power of faith into the Black Domain, allowing it to complete its final upgrade - the underworld.
As long as Tzeentch dares to let the Black Realm devour all hope of mankind, Neos will never hesitate for a millisecond to overturn the table.
By then, the only winners of this world will be the Necrons.
+No—no no no, my friend! +
The man wiped the tears from his eyes.
+That's no fun! You see - I'm not like those guys, I never play with a predetermined outcome! +
+I know—+
The man said ambiguously, looking at Neos, as if he was looking at his biggest source of joy.
+We've been too indulgent with you, Neos,+
As the man spoke, he fell backwards, his hands reaching into the darkness. A threatening snoring sound came from the darkness, as if something darker than the darkness was being attracted.
+Of course you need to take risks. When you choose to use it, you need to be prepared to be bitten back by it. +
Neos remained calm. Something in the darkness was staring at him. It was completely different from his usual casual and brisk gaze, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.
+Look at you—and us—making it grow so well. +
Neos was silent for a long time. Now, the [Torch] representing [Terra] had gone out, and the fog enveloped Terra. His power also ensured that the Four Gods would not discover Terra soon.
Neos had not counted on Fenris.
Or maybe he believed in the Wolf King and Magnus who was under the care of the Wolf King.
In the fate that Neos saw - as a powerful psyker, the fate of the Scarlet Sinner was bound to Cadia, and he held the key to reversing the odds, even though... even though there was a risk that his future fate would be tainted with chaos.
A powerful psychic who has the potential to cast a Chaos undertone on Cadia.
In Neos's calculations, this position was Magnus's.
In the eyes of the Emperor, the Black Domain, led by Tzeentch, will cause trouble for the Legion - and this will require the Primarchs to hold on.
As long as Malcador and his team find a way to reach Cardia and successfully awaken Hades, the situation will become clear again.
Or maybe… Neos pondered as the four gods collapsed internally, and the remaining three gods could not withstand the pressure and sealed the Black Domain in Cardia.
"jump over."
Neos said, stay put, he waited for the opponent to play a card,
Opposite Neos, the man holding the card fan smiled, his cunning eyes staring at the cards in his hand.
[Fenris], [Eye of Magnus], [Wolf of Foolishness], [Fratrice].
He had already planned this surprise at the Council of Nicaea, before Prospero was burned!
When Prospero was burned by the Emperor and the treaty he signed with Magnus was brutally torn up, the Prospero in his hand automatically transformed into Fenris.
This is their fate!
The man smiled, and he was willing to make big, grand plans as well as small, ingenious arrangements - this was him!
He couldn't wait to see the look of shock and anger on the Emperor's face - perhaps mixed with some sadness.
Their variables are dead! Tzeentch screamed. If they rely on themselves, the odds will only get better and better in Tzeentch's favor!
As for the ambiguity of the prophecies brought about by the Black Domain, Tzeentch thought, he really loved this!
I really can’t take it anymore… I’ll write a short interlude… I’m almost sick with a cold… Ugh… I’m drowning in my snot…
(End of this chapter)