Chapter 548: The Psychic Bitch-Slap
In the ever-shifting Warp, a sliver of the Chaos God Tzeentch's consciousness had been watching Kian the whole time.
Earlier, Kian had used an unusual method to take over a daemon and land a hit on Khorne, which had delighted Tzeentch enormously.
Tzeentch loathed Khorne. He was nothing but a meathead.
Tzeentch himself had once turned the mightiest of Khorne's greater daemons and sneak-attacked Khorne.
Kian had done the same thing. The two of them were on the same wavelength, and Tzeentch was delighted by Kian's scheming.
He wanted to hold this toy in his hand, so he'd wrestled the Emperor for him and flung him onto his own library world.
And now, everything had played out just as he'd planned, right to the very end!
The Book of Truth really did record nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine of his spells.
More than that, the book held his purest power. He'd laid down this idle stone on the board deliberately, hoping it might come in handy someday.
And now was that day!
As soon as Kian's hand touched the book, his power would pour straight into Kian's body and turn him into Tzeentch's toy!!
In his palace, the Chaos God Tzeentch let out a wild, gloating laugh.
The energy he'd poured into the book was overwhelming and pure.
The moment Kian's hand touched the book, that energy would flood his body. What it would turn Kian into, even Tzeentch didn't know.
That uncertainty was exactly what this god of schemes found so amusing.
One of Tzeentch's eyes stared through the kaleidoscopic chaos of the Warp, fixed on Kian's hand.
Kian's hand slowly came to rest on the Book of Truth. In the next instant, Kian was going to become a cream puff!
But that didn't happen. When Kian's hand touched the Book of Truth, a torrent of golden energy burst out of his hand and poured back into the book!
The golden energy collided with the Warp energy stored in the Book of Truth and began rapidly purging it!
Tzeentch was stunned. In his Warp-sight, he saw someone standing behind Kian, a mighty, powerful man!
This man, with black hair and a laurel wreath, was pouring his own power into Kian's body!
The man turned and glanced toward where Tzeentch was, his gaze cold and indifferent.
Tzeentch sucked in a breath. The Anathema! When had he gotten here?!
Why would the Anathema care so much about a mere mortal? First he'd fought Tzeentch for him, and now he was handing over part of his own core power!
What was it about this mortal that earned him the Anathema's favour like this!!
Tzeentch had meant to stuff Kian full of power and turn him into a cream puff, a plaything of his own.
But now he dropped the idea at once and severed every thread of energy tied to the Book of Truth, abandoning it entirely.
He didn't dare go up against the Anathema. Not long ago, the Anathema had flexed his might, possessed one of his sons, Guilliman, and stabbed another Chaos God, Nurgle.
The Imperium of Man was getting a shot of adrenaline right now, because the Primarchs were slowly returning, Guilliman and the Lion among them.
These sons of the Emperor, true gods walking the earth, were coming back to life!
Morale across the million worlds had soared, and in the Warp that surging morale made the cold sun that stood for the Master of Mankind shine brighter and more dazzling than ever!
Compared to before, the Emperor was in excellent shape right now. He had plenty of spare strength to go after the Chaos Gods.
If Tzeentch didn't know his place and dared lay a finger on Kian, the Emperor wouldn't mind repeating the Nurgle stabbing right here on Tzeentch!
Kian's whole body was glowing gold now. The Emperor had cast a primary sliver of his consciousness onto Kian and was lending him the use of his own core power.
Raging golden psychic energy flowed through Kian's body as a conduit into the Book of Truth, purifying this Warp abomination.
Tzeentch was heartbroken. Whatever else it was, the Book of Truth held his power.
With the Book of Truth purified, he'd lost those nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine spells forever, and his maximum power bar had been trimmed a little.
For a Chaos God of his scale, that little bit was almost negligible. But a cap cut was a cap cut, and weaker was weaker. It was a loss he could never make up!
Tzeentch, who didn't dare take on the Emperor head-on and only dared to scheme from the shadows, sat in the labyrinth of his realm biting his fingernails.
"Don't be mad, don't be mad. It's all just as planned, it's all just as planned..."
Meanwhile, in the castle keep's library, the golden radiance blazing from Kian slowly dimmed.
The overwhelming golden psychic power around him was returning to normal.
Kian knew Old Man Gold had just possessed him. And the busy Old Man Gold, having purified the Chaos God's book in front of him, seemed ready to leave right away to deal with other things.
Kian felt this was a once-in-a-lifetime chance. The Emperor himself had possessed him!
Anything he said, the Emperor was sure to hear. He had to say something to the Master of Mankind, so he shouted:
"Old Man Gold, don't leave yet!! Let me ask you something. Are you really the Roman she-wolf?"
The Emperor of Mankind, Old Man Gold, was thought to be the longest-lived of all the Perpetuals, and he'd left his mark all over history. Plenty of famous historical figures were suspected to be Old Man Gold in disguise, shaping humanity into what it was today.
The she-wolf of Roman myth who raised Rome's founders, for example. Some people said Qin Shi Huang had really been Old Man Gold too, and philosophers like Socrates, and so on.
Kian was really curious, and he hoped Old Man Gold would say a couple of words to him.
This was the Son of Heaven of the million realms. If a big shot like that said a couple of words to him, he'd have bragging rights wherever he went from then on.
But after Kian asked, he could feel the golden psychic power fading from his body. Old Man Gold was leaving and hadn't answered him at all. Kian got impatient. Damn it, would it kill you to say one thing to me?
So he hurried to shout:
"Old Man Gold, don't run!! Is it true you go around the multiverse recruiting with genderbent anime pics of yourself? What's your relationship with a certain marine arthropod? Did you know people are using AI to make spicy genderbent pics of you?!"
After Kian fired off that string of questions, he felt the golden energy rapidly draining from him pause for a moment.
Then the very last wisp of it gathered into a psychic bitch-slap and smacked Kian across the face.
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