As the screams of Erebus and Lorgar the Chaos faded into the embers of the Black Stake, the Warp fell into an eerie silence.

The floating ashes condensed into an eternal statue of a sinner in the void, recording this trial that spanned ten thousand years.

Yang Cheng turned around slowly. The new reliefs on the dark armor flickered with a dark red light. Every image of a destroyed traitor was struggling in pain on the surface of the armor.

The God of Destruction locked his sights on the reorganizing shadow dragon.

The remnant of the Hive Mind squirmed violently in the void, and sticky psychic pus and blood spurted out from the wound pierced by the black spear.

Every drop of blood that fell was twisted and deformed in the warp, turning into microscopic Zerg units and then quickly vaporizing.

The dragon's collective mind, composed of trillions of Zerg consciousnesses, is working frantically, and the torn psychic meridians are twitching and repairing themselves like exposed nerve endings.

Yang Cheng's eyes, those pupils that swallowed everything like black holes, were shrinking slightly at this moment.

In his vision, the shadow dragon was no longer a single creature, but countless entangled timelines, each of which represented the existence of the hive mind in different time and space.

The God of Destruction saw all the possibilities of this abomination: in some timelines, the Zerg devoured the entire galaxy, in some dimensions they evolved into a more terrifying appearance, and in some realities they were completely wiped out by humans...

"roar--!!!"

The shadow dragon suddenly raised its broken head and let out a dimension-shattering roar.

Inside its pierced chest cavity, countless granulations were regenerating at a speed that violated the laws of physics.

The newly born tissue is no longer simple biomass, but a black psychic shell shining with metallic luster. This is the ultimate evolution of the hive mind in despair. It attempts to evolve a force powerful enough to stop Yang Cheng.

"Alien..."

A barely perceptible arc appeared at the corner of Yang Cheng's mouth. He clenched his right hand, and the energy of the subspace filled with the power of destruction and revenge spontaneously condensed, and a brand new black spear took shape in his palm.

This weapon is more refined than before, the spear is wrapped with the newly acquired pain of the traitor, and the tip of the spear glows with the embers of purified Chaos.

The God of Destruction's throwing motions are eerily graceful.

Without any charge or warning, the black spear flew out of his hand with such ease.

The moment it left the palm, the spear split into billions of streams of light, each of which accurately locked onto the existence of the Shadow Dragon on different timelines.

This was an attack that transcended the law of causality; the hit was already a fait accompli before the spear was thrown.

"boom!"

The spear from the main timeline hit first, shattering the dragon's newly reborn left wing.

The black flames immediately spread along the wound, not simply burning, but rewriting the evolutionary code of the hive mind.

Cells touched by the flames are completely destroyed, with no possibility of further evolution or repair.

"Roar!"

The shadow dragon writhed in agony, its struggles creating a storm of destruction in the Warp.

What spurted out of the torn wound was no longer just blood, but the memory of the civilization that had been devoured by it. The final images of countless planets poured out like a kaleidoscope of light, forming a strange holographic projection in the void.

Yang Cheng seized this opportunity to charge forward. His movements seemed slow, but in fact he had transcended the constraints of time.

With every step, the combat boots created circular ripples in the void. Wherever these ripples passed, even the chaotic energy of the subspace itself was temporarily tamed, or was so frightened that it dared not resist.

Neos suddenly frowned.

The Emperor's spirit flickered slightly, and the psychic threads connecting the Golden Throne vibrated violently.

He sensed the abnormal fluctuations coming from Yang Cheng. It was not a simple increase in strength, but some kind of essential transformation.

Every movement of the God of Destruction began to carry the unique rhythm of divinity, and Yang Cheng seemed to be about to be promoted to a god.

"wrong......"

Neos's voice was drowned out by the sudden laughter of the four gods.

The brass throne of Khorne ignites with bloody flames, the Plague Gardens of Nurgle erupt with rotten green mist, the Labyrinth of Tzeentch reflects a dazzling blue light, and the Palace of Pleasure of Slaanesh plays a crazy movement. Four completely different but equally blasphemous energies surge in the warp, forming a strange harmony:

“Welcome our fifth brother!”

"Join Chaos's feast!"

“This is the true perfection!”

“What a beautiful destruction!”

A rare look of panic flashed across Neos's human face.

He looked at Yang Cheng in the center of the battlefield and found that the armor of the God of Destruction was undergoing terrible changes. On the originally pure black armor, more and more pure subspace power was gathering. Yang Cheng seemed to be losing his human nature bit by bit.

This is exactly what the four gods want to see. They are not afraid of their brothers because their power comes from the same source.

"It's really troublesome..."

Neos sighed and looked at Yang Cheng in the center of the battlefield, thinking about what to do next.

Yang Cheng's attack method began to change. He no longer simply destroyed the shadow dragon, but deliberately prolonging the battle.

Every blow was precisely struck to cause maximum pain while avoiding fatal damage, as if... as if he was enjoying the process.

When the black spear pierced the dragon's body, it did not cause immediate death, but allowed the power of destruction and revenge to devour its body.

Yang Cheng's soul was swaying in the vast ocean of subspace, and his soul seemed to be being swallowed by the endless black subspace power.

However, at this moment, the energy tide of the Warp was suddenly torn apart by some more ancient force.

A pitch-black crack opened silently, and what gushed out was not chaotic energy, but a more primitive malice. It was the darkness that had existed since the birth of mankind, and the echo of the first drop of innocent blood falling into the dust.

Neos' pupils suddenly contracted. The Emperor's Sword vibrated with an unprecedented alarm in his hand, and the relief carvings on the sword depicting the epic of mankind suddenly all turned into the same picture.

It was a primitive man who raised a stone and smashed it on the back of the head of another sleeping companion.

This simple scene made the emperor who had experienced ten thousand years of war feel a chill to his bones.

"Draconian..."

Neos' voice was so dry that it didn't sound like his own.

He suddenly turned his head to look at Yang Cheng, only to find that the God of Destruction was immersed in a trance of power transformation. The chaotic patterns on his black armor became brighter and brighter, and he was unaware of the crisis approaching from behind.

The sword appeared in a way that went beyond light.

It did not come flying, but moved through the "murder" space itself. Wherever the sword passed, the structure of the subspace silently cracked like a victim with his throat cut.

The sword was so black that even a black hole pales in comparison. It was the ultimate darkness that had absorbed the essence of all assassinations over countless epochs.

Inlaid in the sword hilt is a beating human heart fossil, which is the heart of the first murderer in history.