With the departure of the evil god of subspace and the return of Robert Guilliman to the real universe, the subspace area that originally belonged to the Garden of Nurgle but has now become the realm of the new God of Death has completely returned to peace.
Because unlike Nurgle, the god of life and fertility, the power Jaina controls is coldness and death, so there is nothing that can be called alive in the realm she rules.
Whether it is the putrid demons, walking corpses, Great Unclean Ones, or the maggots, mosquitoes, flies, bacteria, viruses, fungi that form a symbiotic relationship with them, or the twisted animals and plants that are spread in every corner of the entire garden, nowadays
All have disappeared.
Instead, trillions of undead souls were born after turning from life to death.
And the number is still increasing with the expansion of the realm of death and the power of order in the subspace.
The most powerful and impressive among them is undoubtedly the huge mountain of flesh reshaped from the huge corpse of Nurgle.
In previous battles, it had already demonstrated many terrifying abilities under Jaina's control, which once made Tzeentch afraid to approach it easily.
But now, this undead creature that looks very ugly and ferocious is crawling on the ground like a dog, opening its mouth and sticking out its tongue to please its owner.
Although Nurgle's essence as the Chaos God of Warp no longer exists, the huge life energy he left behind created a terrifying monster when it fell into the completely opposite side.
Looking at the rapidly expanding realm of death and the army of undead demons, Jaina raised her hand and gently touched half of her skeleton, while the other half still maintained her beautiful face in life. She turned around and said in a cold and emotionless tone: "
I have now become the absolute master of the death realm in this universe.
I can get strength from everything related to death.
Whether it is death from war killings, or from hunger, disease, plague and normal natural death.
Over time, it is almost a matter of course for Tzeentch and Slaanesh to surpass Khorne and become the most powerful evil gods.
But the problem is that while I continue to gain strength, I will continue to be affected by the thoughts, consciousness and spirit of mortals, and eventually become less and less like myself, until I become some kind of abstract aggregate of consciousness.
Do you have any good ideas for this?"
Zuo Si thought for a moment and quickly shook his head: "Sorry, these are the rules of the universe we live in now, and no one can change them easily.
Otherwise, why do you think I only sent an incarnation of the shimmering oil instead of letting the true body come?
Because if the true body arrives, it will be dragged into the subspace in an instant due to a large amount of faith and worship to form a powerful physical projection, which may even cause the planeswalker's spark to extinguish.
So I did the next best thing and created a huge sea of ​​glittering oil here, absorbing matter and energy by transferring the glittering oil.
But fortunately, through this in-depth exploration of the subspace and some information provided by the Lord of Humanity, I still found a way to avoid similar situations.
It just might take a little bit of risk.”
"Oh? What is the method? What does the risk mean?"
Jaina's two completely different eyes exuded a strange light.
To be precise, the half of her face that retains her original beautiful appearance still has eyes that glow with a chilly dark blue, while the other half of her skull shows a grayish-white light that symbolizes death.
Not only the faces, but also the bodies are almost the same.
If nothing else, this should represent the process of life from birth to death, and has some special symbolic meaning.
For ordinary people, seeing this combination of beautiful women and skeletons, they would definitely feel both physical and psychological discomfort.
But Zuo Si, who has long been accustomed to dealing with corpses and undead, has long been accustomed to it. He even felt the beauty of withering and death. He stretched out his cold metal hand to lift his hair and gently brushed the other person's cheek, explaining in a slightly playful tone.
: “My method is actually very simple.
That is to save and back up your current thoughts and consciousness in the sea of ​​oil, and complete a part of yourself to keep connected with it.
This is like cloud storage in network technology.
Relying on the huge spiritual energy of the Sea of ​​Sparkling Oil to resist the erosion of mortal thoughts and consciousness, and then using this storage and backup to repair and reset one's own consciousness at regular intervals.
The most important thing is that you can also control the shimmering oil to a certain extent, making it a tool to strengthen your undead army."
"You mean...let the Sea of ​​Sparkling Oil become the source of the power of order in the entire subspace?"
As one of the most talented mortals in Azeroth as a mage, Jaina was undoubtedly trying to be clever, and she immediately guessed Zuo Si's true intention.
Zuo Si smiled and nodded: "That's right.
You have to understand that although we have injected the power of order into the subspace, the chaos that has lasted for tens of millions of years still has an overwhelming advantage.
In other words, the power of Chaos had already formed its own source before the birth of Khorne, Tzeentch, Nurgle and Slaanesh.
That’s why Chaos Evil Gods will be born one after another in the future.
But you are different. Although you are the first god born in subspace with a strong tendency towards law, you do not have your own source of order.
On the contrary, your ascension to the gods is achieved through the ritual process of death's victory over life.
In order to prevent you from being eroded by the chaos and chaotic nature of subspace, you need to find your own source of order.
And there is nothing better suited to accomplish this mission than the sea of ​​sparkling oil I created."
Hearing these words, Jaina suddenly fell into deep thought.
Because she knew her master was right.
After all, on a scale as large as the Milky Way or even the entire universe, its existence and development itself are more inclined to chaos theory, and everything is full of disorder, randomness, chance and uncertainty.
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In the same way, after Jaina becomes the God of Death, she will inevitably be affected by the various chaotic thoughts of mortals during the death process, and will inevitably slowly evolve from order to chaos.
But if she closely connects her consciousness with the Sea of ​​Shimmering Oil, she can resist this erosion and ensure that the realm of death is always tilted toward order, and then continues to expand until the chaos and order of the subspace form a delicate balance.
Of course, this is a long process, and it also requires the birth of more gods of order.
After thinking about this, Jaina raised her head and asked directly: "What should I do?"
"It's very simple. Close your eyes, relax yourself wholeheartedly, and leave the rest to me."
As he said that, Zuo Si held the other person's face with both hands, and suddenly a large amount of subspace oil gushed out from his palms, pouring it into half of Jaina's skeletal body.
Under the influence of the shimmering oil, the original dense white bones were covered with metallic muscles, bones and skin in a short time.
The eye socket without any eyeballs also has an electronic eye that emits red light.
Almost at the same time, his authority and essence as the God of Death were gradually infected, until a channel was formed that was stably connected to the Shimmering Oil Sea.
After finishing all this, Zuo Sicai let go of his hand and looked at the greatly changed Gianna in front of him, and asked with interest: "How do you feel now?"
"Hmm...it seems a little strange, as if there are two consciousnesses and two personalities existing at the same time."
Jaina slowly opened her eyes and raised the mechanical arm transformed from the skeleton, with a very confused expression on her face.
"now it's right.
Because your consciousness and personality have been uploaded to the huge sea of ​​oil and stored.
When you connect to it, you will naturally have this slightly weird feeling.
But don't worry, you just need to distinguish and remember which one is the backup and which one is your current self.
By then, as long as the link is made every once in a while and the backup is used to correct the personality, it will be ensured that it will never be corrupted by chaos.
In fact, the reason why the Lord of Mankind has not been driven crazy by those messy beliefs and prayers for thousands of years is due to this kind of continuous self-correction.
It's just that the storage method he used was not the sea of ​​sparkling oil, but the golden throne made of unknown technology.
Robert Guilliman met him for the first time after waking up, and what he saw was the Emperor who had fallen into semi-madness because he had not corrected his personality for a long time."
Zuo Si said everything he knew directly without any cover-up.
"I see!"
Jaina suddenly understood.
She had always been a little unclear about why the Lord of Mankind behaved like a deranged lunatic, and at other times could be wise and calm to deal with various crises by manifesting spirits, possessing people, sending cursed legions, and creating living saints.
But now everything is revealed.
This also explains very well why the emperor never took the final step to ascend to godhood.
Because his personality has not been tainted by mortal beliefs, he is still the great leader who was willing to make all sacrifices for the continuation of the human race ten thousand years ago.
Wanting to understand this, Jaina immediately asked in an uncertain tone: "Do you think he will choose to ascend to god like me?"
"have no idea.
Maybe, maybe not.
Anyway, I have put another path to godhood in front of him, and it depends on his own choice as to what he wants to do.
To be continued...