Just as the outside world's controversy and anticipation for Battlefield: Warhammer 40k continued to intensify, with countless players still savoring the shock of the orbital bombardment and the majesty of the Warhound-class Titan while eagerly anticipating the appearance of the Adeptus Astartes, Medici's official account updated once again without warning.
This time, the video's title consisted of only one word: Divinity.
Simple, yet carrying an almost blasphemous weight that could not be ignored.
Countless pairs of eyes instantly focused on it.
Supporters anticipated new hardcore revelations, opponents braced for new "mental pollution," and many more were simply onlookers whose appetites had been whetted.
The view count surged to its peak within seconds.
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The video began.
No darkness, no gothic fonts, no heavy narration.
What first sounded was a segment of upbeat, rousing orchestral music with a touch of classical epic grandeur.
The camera was bright, colors saturated, filled with a kind of "positive energy" brilliance.
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First Act: The Hall of Courage and Glory
The camera looked down upon a magnificent mega-arena that combined ancient Roman architecture with modern alloy structures.
Inside the arena, countless gladiators wearing red training robes, muscles bulging, were engaged in intense sparring.
The clanging of weapons colliding, powerful battle cries, and fanatical cheers from the audience stands wove together.
Sweat glistened in the sunlight, every muscle's movement radiating life's vitality.
They shouted: "For courage! For glory! For our god!"
The camera zoomed in, focusing on the highest viewing platform of the arena.
There, on a massive throne cast from brass and decorated with skulls, sat a figure as towering as a mountain.
His entire body was covered in exquisite armor radiating power, his face shrouded in shadow, revealing only a pair of eyes that seemed to burn with eternal flames of war.
He silently watched the fighting below, his posture like that of a war god inspecting his most elite warriors.
Bullet comments began floating by:
"Is this a new faction? Gladiator civilization?"
"Looks so intense! These are real warriors!"
"Is that figure on the throne their god? Such an oppressive presence..."
"The background music is great, has an epic feel."
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Second Act: The Garden of Life and Benevolence
The scene switched, the color palette becoming warm and gentle.
A vibrant garden seemingly untouched by any external pollution appeared.
Sunlight filtered through emerald leaves, casting dappled shadows; colorful flowers bloomed; clear streams babbled past.
Children ran carefree and played on the grass, emitting silvery laughter.
A corpulent, extremely kind-faced "grandfather" wearing simple robes was holding a large bowl of steaming soup whose aroma seemed to overflow through the screen, smiling as he handed it to a child who had tired themselves out running.
He stroked the child's head, his eyes filled with unconditional love and acceptance, as if able to embrace all the world's mistakes and flaws.
The entire scene overflowed with tranquility, peace, and the joy of life's abundance.
The bullet comments became soothing:
"Ah... so healing."
"This grandfather looks so gentle, is he some kind of life god?"
"Sudden art style change? From arena to pastoral?"
"Feel like my soul is being cleansed..."
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Third Act: The Sanctuary of Wisdom and Mystery
The camera moved into a boundless, futuristic mega-library.
Towering bookshelves stood like a steel forest, displaying not paper books but crystals flowing with data streams and floating holographic scrolls.
Researchers in scholarly robes and smart glasses moved among them, discussing in low voices obscure formulas and cosmic mysteries.
A transcendent "scholar" wearing robes embroidered with stars and geometric patterns was extracting a "book" composed of light from a rotating star map display, patiently explaining to the scholars gathered around him.
His voice was gentle and full of wisdom, each gesture seemingly revealing the world's underlying logic.
This place represented rationality, the pursuit of knowledge, and the exploration of infinite possibilities.
Bullet comments began showing contemplation:
"God of knowledge? Feels very high-class."
"This library is so cool, I want to go!"
"The Warhammer world has such academic places too?"
"Indeed, the universe isn't just about fighting..."
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Fourth Act: The Palace of Art and Pleasure
Finally, the scene came to an extremely ornate art sanctuary filled with baroque-style elaborate decorations.
The light was soft and dreamlike, the air seemingly floating with invisible perfume.
A goddess of breathtaking beauty and ethereal temperament was playing a crystal-made instrument, the music flowing directly to the depths of the soul.
Beside her, sword dancers in magnificent attire performed fencing displays like dances, their movements elegant yet deadly; musicians closed their eyes, immersed in the ecstasy of creation; painters captured with their brushes the eternal beauty of the moment.
Everything here concerned the ultimate enjoyment of the senses, the creation of beauty, and spiritual transcendence.
Bullet comments were filled with admiration:
"So beautiful I'm crying!"
"This is what you call art!"
"This goddess... I'm in love!"
"A breath of fresh air in the war universe!"
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Four scenes, four completely different sacred images: courage, benevolence, wisdom, art.
The music remained upbeat and uplifting throughout, pushing this "positive" feeling to its peak.
Many viewers even began to suspect that Medici had "reformed," planning to show the bright side of the Warhammer universe.
However, just as this beautiful atmosphere reached its apex, as the audience was about to let down their guard, the music stopped abruptly.
Not a gradual fade, but a dead silence like being severed by a sharp blade.
Immediately after came a sound impossible to describe, seemingly from the birth of the universe itself: a shriek mixing the agonized wails of billions of beings with the tearing of the void!
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First Act Twisted:
The arena's clear sky was instantly covered by a heavy, viscous, coagulated-blood-like dark red!
Inside the arena, the sparring gladiators' forms suddenly swelled and mutated!
Skin burst open, growing crimson scales and bone spikes; skulls elongated, horns breaking through foreheads!
The training weapons in their hands transformed into giant axes and chainswords burning with hellfire!
The battle spirit in their eyes was replaced by pure, endless killing lust!
They no longer fought for glory, only for killing itself!
Their roars became uniform, soul-shattering bellows:
"Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne!!!"
On the viewing platform, the "war god" figure on the brass throne rose thunderously, shadows receding to reveal not a dignified visage, but a terrifying existence composed of pure rage, violence, and destructive desire that could not be described by any geometric shape!
Merely gazing directly at it for an instant was enough to consume the bravest soul with endless battle hunger and madness!
It was Khorne, the Blood God, Lord of Slaughter and Rage!
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Second Act Corrupted:
The peaceful garden seemed to have strong acid poured into it. The emerald plants instantly rotted and blackened, flowing with yellow-green pus; the bright flowers transformed into spore-spewing tumors.
The clear stream became a bubbling, muddy swamp.
The playing children's bodies swelled and festered, transforming into hopping Nurglings giggling with glee, continuously dripping plague from their bodies.
And that kindly "grandfather": the soup bowl in his hands transformed into a constantly writhing plague cauldron gathering all the diseases, decay, and despair of the entire universe!
The loving smile on his face twisted into a grotesque, eternally unchanging joy that was the ultimate mockery of "life."
He was Nurgle, Grandfather, Lord of Plague and Decay, bestowing "equal" death and "bountiful" rot.
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Third Act Transfigured:
The orderly library began a mad self-iteration and distortion!
Bookshelves squirmed and reorganized like living things; text leaped from books, transforming into countless eyes gleaming with treacherous light and whispering mouths.
Geometric structures flipped, nested, and fractaled infinitely in defiance of physical laws.
The wise "scholar's" form dissipated, transforming into countless flying ravens, then coalescing into an image of the supreme deceiver with infinite faces and forms.
It was the source of all knowledge's corruption, the weaver of infinite lies, the most unpredictable turbulence in fate's river.
It was Tzeentch, the Changer of Ways, god of schemes and change, the cancer of knowledge.
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Fourth Act Fallen:
The extremely ornate art sanctuary plunged into depths deeper than hell.
Elegant music became noise inducing madness; beautiful paintings became horrific totems collaged from living human skin and organs.
The fencing dance became an endless performance of self-mutilation and sadism delighting in pain.
The ethereal goddess transformed into a gender-ambiguous entity of extreme beauty and extreme horror, surrounded by fallen souls indulging in various challenges to physiological and moral limits.
What was pursued here was no longer beauty, but the absolute threshold of sensory stimulation, the ultimate hedonism unto self-destruction.
It was Slaanesh, the Prince of Pleasure, Lord of Ultimate Sensation and Depraved Desire.
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Four "sacred" tableaux, in just a few seconds, were torn, twisted, and desecrated into four "evil god manifestation paintings" sufficient to cause serious physiological discomfort and mental pollution in any person of sound mind.
The video went black at this moment.
No summary, no text.
Only death-like silence, and countless viewers in front of their screens, minds blank, breath stopped, even experiencing mild nausea from being struck by this extreme contrast and naked display of evil.
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The bullet comments, after more than ten seconds of vacuum, finally erupted like a delayed explosion in a completely uncontrolled state:
"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!"
"My eyes!! My brain!!!"
"What did I just see?! What the hell was that!!"
"Heaven one second, hell the next... Medici you demon!!"
"Physically uncomfortable... really want to vomit..."
"This is Chaos?!! This is ten thousand times more terrifying than the Genestealers!!"
"Blood for the Blood God, Skulls for the Skull Throne... I'm going to have nightmares tonight!"
"Knowledge... how could knowledge become like that..."
"Art... art has been completely desecrated..."
"So the Imperium has to fight against these things?!!"
"Just how desperate is this universe?!"
"Medici!!! Just how dark is your psyche to come up with these things!!!"
"Report! Must report! This isn't a game anymore! This is mental assault!!"
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Fear, shock, disgust, anger, and a trace of trembling fascination with forbidden knowledge: countless extreme emotions exploded across the internet.
With this short film titled Divinity, Medici completely tore apart any fantasy about the Warhammer universe possibly having a "gentle side," burning into the minds of every viewer the ultimate evil, twisted, ineffable essence of Chaos in the most direct, most impactful way.
He didn't just show the enemy. He showed the true face of what in this universe are called "gods": things that push certain concepts to extremes until they devour all that is good and orderly, pure "evil."
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