If there is any Chaos God who best embodies the essence of Chaos, it is absolutely Tzeentch.
As the God of Knowledge and Trickery, Tzeentch is keen on constructing exquisite and grand plans.
Unfortunately, unless it is the final moment, no one knows what Tzeentch’s plan actually is, and perhaps not even Tzeentch itself knows.
Just like this time, this plan targeting the Emperor to drag the entire galaxy into the abyss of the Warp was planned by Tzeentch long ago, and the current situation perfectly aligns with Tzeentch’s plan.
But Tzeentch is not satisfied.
What is good about a plan without surprises?
Stagnation is what Nurgle likes; Tzeentch likes change.
So, while guiding the realization of the plan, it also tries to sabotage its own plan.
Until Morningstar appeared.
When Morningstar appeared, the future Tzeentch foresaw instantly became confusing.
“Good!
This is exactly what I wanted!”
Although its Primarch plan now has the possibility of failure because of this, Tzeentch does not care.
Anyway, it is all part of the Great Plan, but Morningstar absolutely cannot have anything happen to her right now.
But now, its two colleagues actually interfered first?
That won’t do.
If Morningstar is gone, who else can make the future change?
So Tzeentch really came this time with no other thoughts; it really came to save Morningstar.
Although it is also very satisfied with Morningstar’s thirst for knowledge, that is just satisfaction.
If it can get its hands on Morningstar, it will; if it cannot, it doesn’t matter.
In short, save Morningstar from that brute first.
But the problem is that Morningstar does not know this!
Morningstar looked at Tzeentch also making a move and was almost stunned with anger.
“No, first Nurgle, then Khorne, and now you, Tzeentch, are joining the fun too?”
At this moment, Morningstar, who was furious, did not care anymore.
Since they are all here, she will scold them first.
“You idiotic bird, why are you joining the fun?
You talk nonsense all day, with a stutter at the start and dementia at the end.
You’re just an idiotic thing that can only fool immature children.
What else can you do?
Don’t let my dad see you, or I’ll pluck your feathers all over the ground.”
Tzeentch was stunned.
“No, sister, I came to save you, and you are scolding me with such a fierce face?”
Morningstar scolded with increasing gusto.
She raised her middle fingers to the sky: “You dog-headed guy, you stupid blue bird, you poop spirit, oh, and you slutty snake spirit.
You are truly the geniuses of the cesspit, the cartoon characters of the shit pit.
Don’t you want to touch the real world?
I tell you, no way!
As long as I am alive, you won’t get anything.
Just stay in the cesspit and have a snowball fight for the rest of your lives, you shit-eating things…”
Slaanesh: “I haven’t done anything yet, why are you scolding me?”
Khorne was originally furious, but suddenly felt happy.
Although Morningstar’s indiscriminate firing also scolded it, Khorne felt satisfied because she also scolded the three things it looked down upon.
Moreover, Khorne liked Morningstar’s courage too much.
Scolding all four Chaos Gods in front of two of them?
Good, you did well!
Tzeentch didn’t feel much.
Many things scolded it; even the daemons under its command sometimes scolded it in their hearts.
Tzeentch didn’t say anything.
The priority now is to rescue Morningstar and throw her back into the real universe.
A psychic hand stretched out from a deep blue crack, and it grabbed Morningstar, intending to pull her away.
But Morningstar would not leave.
When Tzeentch made a move, Morningstar could normally use her psychic powers.
She did not want to leave with Tzeentch, the one with the most dirty tricks among the Chaos Gods.
Khorne also made a move, its scarlet power wrapping around Morningstar and fixing her in place.
Tzeentch got a little anxious.
It spoke directly to Morningstar: “Come with me, I will send you back to the real world.”
“Heh, do you think I believe you?”
“No, I am really telling the truth this time!
Why does no one believe the truth now?”
The scene was now completely deadlocked.
Morningstar stood in place, her body constantly flashing with red and blue light, looking like a chosen one of both Khorne and Tzeentch.
Two voices kept whispering in Morningstar’s ears.
One said, “Believe me, I will send you out.” The other said, “Join me and enjoy eternal slaughter together.”
“Get lost, all of you!” Morningstar shouted, and a scorching pure white flame ignited from her body.
“You filthy Warp filth, apart from claiming to be gods, what other skills do you have?
I am the Emperor’s daughter, the first Primarch born into this world.
You things will never get me!”
The pure white flame was like a gust of wind blowing through.
It burned larger and larger, covering the sand under her feet and the broken walls of the arena.
Those sturdy creations that Morningstar was helpless against before were now attached by this scorching flame.
There was no ash, nothing.
This fire did not destroy anything; it just tightly adhered to it with endless heat like maggots on bones.
Tzeentch and Khorne let out a roar at the same time.
What happened?
When the flame burned them, they actually felt pain?
Can Chaos Gods feel pain?
Morningstar raised her right hand high, and beams of fire surged from her palm.
Now, this place was like a field of pure white fire.
Khorne let out a roar.
This was its domain, everything here was part of itself.
How could it feel pain now?
With a spin of the world, Morningstar was thrown out of Khorne’s domain.
She was now quietly floating in the Warp again, and no Chaos God took her away.
During this time, some daemons came to disturb Morningstar, but Morningstar waved her hand, and the pure white flames attached to the daemons, causing them to scream and run away.
After floating for an unknown amount of time, a golden light appeared.
“Dad?
Is it you?
Save me!” Morningstar was almost crying.
She struggled to crawl towards the golden light, even doing a doggy paddle towards it.
She really didn’t want to stay here for even a second.
With a spin of the world, Morningstar landed in a steady embrace.
Morningstar looked up at the Emperor, and just as she was about to say something, she was interrupted by the Emperor: “Sleep for a while, Child.”
Ah, right, so sleepy, why so sleepy?
Morningstar’s wounds in the real world had not healed.
Her current state was still the same as before entering the Warp: wings charred, psychic powers exhausted.
It was a miracle that Morningstar was still awake.
The Emperor gently placed the unconscious Morningstar on the bed.
The psychic power in his hand emitted a gentle light, constantly soothing Morningstar’s forehead.
Valdor stood behind the Emperor, wanting to say something but hesitating.
“Ask, Valdor.”
“My Lord, what happened?”
In Valdor’s eyes, things were extremely strange.
It was just that the Emperor and Karagan had a fight and came back with a severely injured Morningstar.
“Valdor, she defeated the Chaos Gods.
She put her own life on the gambling table to prove her loyalty and her love for humanity.”
When Morningstar arrived in the Warp, she was prepared to die.
That was why she dared to point at the Chaos Gods’ noses and scold them, because she never thought about coming out alive.
But even if she died, she didn’t want to be a puppet manipulated by the Chaos Gods.
But she came back anyway.
Whether it was a miracle or something else, she returned safely, with a strong heart that had never changed.
Tzeentch: “Doesn’t anyone want to praise me?”
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”