Chapter 974 Holy Numbers

10 is just a number for mortals, but it is the beginning of a new world for Tzeentch and the Warp. As far as Tzeentch knows, there are only three gods who are lucky enough to get two holy numbers.

Tzeentch is 9+1\u003d10, and he needs to plan to actively add 1 to his 9 to achieve this.

Nurgle is 7+3\u003d10. As a symbol of the universe's end, Nurgle himself carries two holy numbers, and he only needs to wait to upgrade his holy number. Time will naturally help him combine 3 and 7.

3 symbolizes the origin of life. All things rely solely on instinctive activities until they grow to 6 to have more complex emotional changes and psychological needs.

The same 3 also symbolizes the product after decay. Even forests and grasslands burned by wildfires will leave ashes. Even if the universe is doomed, the cold particles have never disappeared. This is fundamentally different from 0, which symbolizes nothingness.

Finally, there is the God-Emperor, whose holy number is 13. Now he is limited by his remaining humanity and his concern for humanity and cannot be promoted to a true god. But if he leaves everything behind, the entire universe and the warp will groan for his birth.

The God-Emperor's holy number is a combination of 10 and 3, which symbolizes the development of a new world while also implying that this new world will be a new world where only destruction and despair exist.

Under the God-Emperor's throne of destruction, the skull will eventually run out, wisdom will die, passion will slowly fade, and the foundation of life will irreversibly fade. Only destruction will become the real eternity.

Then will Nurgle change his form and merge with the God-Emperor? Tzeentch is incapable of, and unwilling to think about such a world. He only focuses on his own hope and future.

Time passes by, and countless changes gather. Tzeentch, who has been working hard for a long time, is also nervous. Although he has anticipated countless situations, he cannot guarantee that things will happen as he expected when they are actually executed.

The Subject knows nothing about my plan, and he can never influence me.

Tzeentch cast his eyes in the direction of the Deceiver. Although they work closely together in many areas, Tzeentch can't guarantee that the Deceiver is as honest as he looks on the surface.

The Deceiver is leading the spectators to stop the Silent King on his way to Mars. It's time to settle their old hatred.

Click. Time is approaching, and the final countdown has arrived. Tzeentch trembles and gives instructions to his subordinates.

"Carlos, Victor. Do what you should do."

Carlos responded to Tzeentch's call. He wrapped his tattered cloak tightly and mixed in with the countless believers on Terra who worshiped the Emperor's statue. He turned part of his body into a shadow and shuttled through the complex and towering buildings of Terra. He carefully avoided the vigilant guards and the scanning of the psychic holy artifacts. Finally, Carlos came to a heavily guarded cell, where Iskandar Khayon, who was tortured into a cripple, was imprisoned.

"I want to make a deal with you."

On the other side, Victor also held the key given to him by the fraudster in his hand, twisted it casually in the air, and the space was easily torn apart.

Victor passed through the crack and appeared directly in the depths of the Bjetan Ark. The huge spirit bone supporting the entire structure of the Ark was stepped on by Victor, and the last old woman's sword that had not been pulled out for a long time was quietly in the center of the spirit bone. Many alarms also sounded, and Ivrene and the Eldar prophets brought troops to check the situation of the spirit bone.

Swish!

Ivrene suddenly appeared in front of Victor. Victor was not afraid, but showed a mocking smile. He saluted Ivrene elegantly, and then summoned all the troops loyal to him.

"Perfect. Perfect." The situation was too smooth, which made Tzeentch tremble with excitement, and also made him ignore an existence that had not appeared in his sight for a long time.

The God of Laughter Xilego teased the space with his fun performances to provide him with convenience. All the clown troupes were contained in a huge bag that was so bloated that it looked ridiculous. He had understood Tzeentch's plan, but he didn't think it was the best time to launch an attack.

What is the most frustrating part in a performance? That is to ruthlessly interrupt it at the climax of the drama.

Lin Fan, who was swimming in the veins of Brother Gao, fell down suddenly. The huge wound on Brother Gao's body was like an insurmountable cliff. Brother Mao held an axe in his hand and grinned at Lin Fan, "I finally found you."

"Hurry up, you bastard! It hurts me to death!" Brother Gao kicked Brother Mao's butt and told him not to continue talking nonsense.

Brother Mao suppressed his anger temporarily and prepared to settle accounts with Brother Gao later. Then he chopped down an axe with quick eyes and hands, and directly scraped away Lin Fan and the surrounding flesh. Seeing how persistent Mao was, Lin Fan gave up the idea of ​​drilling into Gao Ge's body. This orc's recovery ability was so strong that basically, as soon as Lin Fan destroyed him, his wounds healed. Even if Lin Fan dug holes all over Gao Ge's brain, it only gave Gao Ge a slight headache for a few seconds.

But what Lin Fan didn't know was that Gao Ge's ability to recover was all thanks to the orcs in the galaxy that were more numerous than sand. Every injury on Mao Ge's body was randomly distributed among the orcs. Some orcs went crazy for no reason, or died, and it was all Lin Fan's fault.

The damage done to Brother Gao alone has already caused hundreds of millions of casualties to Lin Fan.

Lin Fan threw the spear of light at Brother Mao's eyeball. Although the latter quickly closed his eyes to block Lin Fan's flight, his eyelids could not block Lin Fan's bayonet and hands.

Every once in a while, Brother Mao's eyes were soaked in blood, and Lin Fan also launched a ruthless attack on the eyeball under his eyelids.

Brother Mao howled in pain, cursing Lin Fan, this little bug, for being much more insidious than him, and shook his head violently, trying to throw Lin Fan off his eyelids.

Lin Fan punched a hole deep into the eyeball, and the colorless and transparent vitreous body wrapped around his whole body. Brother Mao was also ruthless at this time, and he directly chopped the axe at himself, chopping off part of his head. Then Brother Mao slammed this part of the head with the axe, like hitting a baseball.

Lin Fan was inevitably flying out, and fell into the Perfect City with Brother Mao's bones and flesh.

"This is really troublesome." Lin Fan climbed up from the ruins. He began to feel annoyed with the persistence of Mao Erge.

(There is no official explanation of the analysis of the gods' numbers. Maybe there is, but I haven't seen it. The above content is all my guesses)