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Chapter 121 The Great Game Recreated in the Mortal World

“I don’t understand.” Ahriman stood beside Magnus, his brow furrowed and a look of confusion on his face.

At this moment, the entire Sons of the Thousand Sins had arrived at the scene, and their warship was also mixed with some Tzeentch demons who had rushed over upon hearing the news.

These demons came in various forms; some had ferocious horns, while others were covered in scales that shimmered with an eerie light.

As the chosen one of the Tzeentch Champions, Ahriman stared intently at Magnus before him, his tone filled with bewilderment: "What is it that makes you willing to invest such a huge amount of energy and resources?"

Magnus did not answer immediately, but simply gazed silently at the blessed son standing guard in the distance.

These first Blessed Sons were unlike the crudely made, low-quality enchanted warriors of today.

They possess an amazing ability—they can freely switch between demon and human forms at will.

This unique talent allows them to coexist with demons, rather than being merely controlled by them like other enchanted warriors.

“It all stems from a possibility, and a future,” Magnus finally said slowly.

At that moment, Ahriman turned his attention to the Imperial Guard on the other side.

These Imperial Guardsmen exuded a powerful aura; their armor gleamed with a cold, sharp light, and they gripped incredibly sharp weapons tightly in their hands.

What is even more remarkable is that, from their appearance, they seem to be completely unaffected by the warp.

"I never expected that the false emperor would actually send his most elite warriors to deal with the Eternal Chosen One's plan," Ahriman exclaimed.

Meanwhile, the Red Letter Warriors had all arrived.

They marched in perfect unison, following closely behind the scarlet wizards.

Under the command of the Scarlet Wizard, the Scarlet Warriors moved swiftly and deployed themselves methodically around the various important altars.

"Could it be..." Ahriman suddenly seemed to realize something and hesitantly asked Magnus, "Does that Eternal Chosen One have the ability to reverse red-letter spells?"

Magnus remained silent, instead looking at Sekhmet, who was not far away and had been his bodyguard but was now disloyal to him.

Beyond the galaxy, the fleets of the Sons of a Thousand Sins and the fleets of the Swarm converged, and some Chaos Space Marines looked uncomfortably at the three colossal ships they were surrounding.

The fact that the Empire's most loyal warriors and the Chaos Astartes, who betrayed the Empire, both obeyed the command of the Eternal Chosen forced them to consider whether that Eternal Chosen was also the chosen one of the Corpse King.

The Radiance sailed alongside the Radiance of Macragge, while the Mountain Array and the Hercules Emperor were protected in the center by the Chaos Fleet and the Imperial Fleet.

This extraordinary sight left the Chaos Space Marines, summoned by the Primarch, completely bewildered. The Dark Mechanicus, upon arriving at the scene, immediately spotted the Mithra's Disdain and, loudly praising the Chaos Gods, surrounded it.

Some Chaos Space Marines who believed in Khorne came from an unknown place after hearing that Khorne's Eternal Chosen were preparing for a massive war, to join the war in which more than 100,000 Space Marines were involved.

"Why are you stopping us?" Mortarian sensed Magnus's psionic energy fluctuations; his demon brother had become his enemy. "Don't you know that if you let her grow unchecked, even the Chaos Gods will be in danger of extinction?"

“I don’t care what she brings to the gods; she has what I want.” Magnus responded to Mortarian with psionic energy as well. “Besides, Saint Sir doesn’t care.”

"Foolish! She could kill us all!"

“She already has the ability, and the Blood God desires her to become His opponent.”

"Then let's communicate through battle, you'll understand." Mortarian finished speaking, and the real Plague Fleet began to leave the warp.

As the Plague Fleet departed the warp, Kilsager's ritual began.

The nine planets and the offerings on them emitted ever-changing light, and with the amplification of numerous black stone devices, a colossal ritual covering the entire galaxy was completed.

Blue psionic energy surged from the warp, pulling the galaxy toward the warp under such terrifying force.

Eerie landmasses spread throughout the galaxy, and the light of stars was distorted by an eerie blue glow, transforming into nine gigantic, grinning bird heads.

The Tzeentch army poured out from countless rifts, grinning as they entered the material universe.

Upon witnessing this scene, Mortarian knew he could no longer rely on the trump card given to him by his benevolent father. He had not expected that the Eternal Chosen One could complete such a magnificent ritual in just a few months.

Only by using living planets can they gain a foothold in this star system filled with Tzeentch power; otherwise, the endless stream of Tzeentch demons will completely overwhelm them.

Nurgle's divine power began to seep into this galaxy that would be incorporated into Tzeentch's domain, and the nauseating green forcefully pushed aside the blue ocean.

The Myriad Transformations Demon Lords witnessed this scene through the rift, and voices that sounded either anger or mockery escaped their lips. The Tzeentch Demon Army, led by ninety-nine Great Demons, charged toward this living planet.

Upon entering the living planet, Kugas immediately realized Mortarion's predicament. Understanding his situation, Kugas immediately rallied the other Nurgle archdemons, forming seventy-seven demonic armies to confront Tzeentch's army.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Skull sacrifice to the skull throne!"

At the edge of the galaxy, the Khorne Space Marines, witnessing this spectacle, roared for the Blood God, overloading their ships' engines and ramming them straight into the marching Nurgle army.

However, as it approached the slowly advancing Nurgle army, the warship began to rot, its steel turning into flesh and blood, its pipes into yellowish-green intestines, and bizarre pustules emerging from its surface.

These Khorne Space Marines paid no heed to any of this. As their ships sank on this strange continent, they leaped from various points and charged toward the Nurgle army, glowing crimson.

Nurgle and Nurgle Plaguebringers pounced on the Khorne cultists rushing towards them. Khorgas, walking at the forefront, continued to walk with steady steps, the pustules on his body trembling with each step, the plague constantly mutating over time.

Meanwhile, ninety-nine Tzeentch army units were also advancing towards this location. Carlos, the leader, touched his neck, feeling a lingering fear. If it hadn't been Angron who beheaded him, Kirsaj would have truly killed him.

He didn't want to come here, but he didn't expect that Kirsaji still had his feathers.

He was now very fortunate to be here, in a war from which he could neither see the past nor the future, a scheme that brought immense joy to the Lord of Change.

Now, ninety-nine treacherous demon armies have joined the grand plan of the Eternal Chosen, experiencing the changes and schemes she brings.

The scene before him reminded Magnus of his days in Tzeentch's Realm; it was practically a re-enactment of the great game.