But then again... the Emperor had absorbed the faith of all humanity in the galaxy to reach his current state. Eden was only taking a fraction of it—surely, that wouldn’t be a problem, right?
Besides, he had only taken control of two planets so far. Even if he expanded his reach over the coming years, he would at most control a single sector.
The golden throne scenario was still a long way off.
That was Future Eden’s problem.
For now, the priority was relieving the Emperor’s burden and making full use of the golden sun.
At this thought, Eden felt deeply moved by his own devotion.
I’m such a filial son~
A moment later, another thought occurred to him:
"Wait a minute... the warp siphoning device was also provided by Tzeentch. Could this be part of a grander scheme?"
"Brother Tzeentch really is breaking his back for the good of the galaxy. If I ever get the chance, I should thank him in person."
...
The Crystal Labyrinth
"Ugh—"
The entire labyrinth was flooded with a divine energy that demons found utterly unbearable. Chaos had erupted within.
To the demons, their once-proud home had just been drenched in a highly toxic, corrosive filth.
Countless demons fled in all directions.
The unlucky ones, suffering severe exposure, couldn’t even move, flopping on the crystal floors like suffocating fish.
The truly unfortunate ones had already been reduced to ashes, erased from existence.
Above the labyrinth, the iridescent mass that represented Tzeentch remained completely motionless, as if dead.
Other demons could escape this wretched stench—but Tzeentch could not.
Because he was the very source of it.
The Accursed One’s devastating assault had funneled a massive amount of divine energy directly into Tzeentch’s true form.
The damage was severe.
Tzeentch’s body was wreathed in lingering divine energy, impossible to purge.
The sheer revulsion was driving him insane.
This was, without a doubt, the worst nightmare he had ever endured.
He simply could not understand—why had he been so foolish as to fly straight into the golden sun?!
Was it fate?
Had some higher-dimensional being orchestrated his suffering?
Suddenly, he sensed a blood-red figure approaching.
It was Khorne.
But this time, Tzeentch did not react.
Khorne kept his distance, as if afraid of being contaminated.
His voice, though irritated, dripped with undisguised glee:
"Oi, coward—are you dead yet?"
Khorne was barely holding back from popping champagne.
Seeing his most despised rival suffer was a delight beyond words.
But no matter how much Khorne taunted him, Tzeentch remained motionless, offering no response.
He had fully embraced defeat.
So tired. Just can’t anymore...
To the demons, their once-proud home had just been drenched in a highly toxic, corrosive filth.
Countless demons fled in all directions.
Some unlucky ones, too heavily affected, couldn’t even move, flopping on the crystal floors like suffocating fish.
The truly unfortunate ones had already been reduced to ashes, erased from existence.
Above the labyrinth, the iridescent mass that represented Tzeentch remained completely still—as if dead.
Other demons had the option to flee from this wretched stench—but Tzeentch could not.
Because he was the very source of it.
The Accursed One’s devastating assault had funneled massive amounts of divine energy directly into his true form.
The damage was severe.
Tzeentch’s body was wreathed in lingering divine energy, impossible to purge.