In Warhammer, My System is Minecraft

Chapter 243: Miscalculation, Exiled in Time

The Vengeful Spirit swayed and trembled under the fury, creaking loudly.

The Dark King was so powerful that any entity in the galaxy would rather choose to scream in eternal terror, hiding in the deepest pits of hell, than face Him.

The four gods were also admiring this spectacle in fear.

Without the Emperor’s help, Zeke once again faced Horus, who was controlled by the four gods.

Horus was undoubtedly an outstanding warrior—there was no question about this, for only an outstanding warrior could be appointed Warmaster.

Even now, after Horus had been twisted into such a terrifying and savage form, he was still so fast that Zeke could barely track him.

He wielded his war hammer and power claw with astonishing combat skill. Every movement was as quick as lightning, and before every strike was even thrown, a dozen different follow-up maneuvers had already been calculated.

Therefore, not a single strike was predictable.

In Zeke’s eyes, there was only a series of blurred trajectories.

Zeke drank all the usable potions he had, and then pulled out the Holy Arrow.

This Arrow, capable of predicting the future, had never failed him. Zeke drew the bow, and the arrow coalesced into a blinding golden light.

Horus’s future trajectory did not surface in Zeke’s eyes.

The gift from Tzeentch, the God of Change, allowed Horus’s every step to tread within the blind spots of destiny.

Zeke immediately switched to a Holy Arrow enchanted with Infinity.

Let’s see how you dodge this.

The arrow left the string and split in mid-air. Everywhere the eye could see was filled with the phantoms of Holy Arrows.

Horus was hit. The holy light summoned by the arrows bombarded his body, inflicting a few insignificant wounds.

Those wounds quickly rotted, then healed amidst the rot, cycling back and forth in a sickening manner, endlessly regenerating.

Nurgle had gifted Horus with endless vitality. All of Zeke’s attacks seemed to be an exercise in futility.

Zeke had one final weapon.

He switched to the Reaper’s Scythe and charged forward.

Zeke was instantly overpowered.

Horus’s war hammer smashed toward his face. Khorne had pushed his strength to a terrifying realm.

Zeke felt the bones in his arms violently tremble as he staggered backward.

Horus gave him no chance to catch his breath. The power claw grabbed the blade of the scythe, the collision sparking with eerie blue light, locking onto the Reaper’s Scythe immovably.

With a single twist.

Zeke felt his hands go empty. The Reaper’s Scythe had been snatched away.

Four against one! Fight me one-on-one if you have the guts! Zeke wanted to curse out loud.

He immediately looked at the Transmutation Table in his inventory. It’s fine. I can still use the remaining EMC to exchange for a new Reaper’s Scythe...

But, would that even be of any use?

Horus held the scythe in his hand, admiring this perfect spoil of war.

Zeke sensed a very contradictory fact: it seemed Horus had no intention of dealing a killing blow, but was instead merely toying with him.

Perhaps the four gods don’t want to kill me. They just want to trap me.

The more critical the moment, the calmer Zeke became. Whatever the four gods don’t want me to do might be the exact way I can reverse this situation.

Over by the Emperor, a sword was plunged into His chest; He was on the verge of being defeated by the Dark King.

"We can delay no longer. Close the temporal rift, and the Dark King will naturally return to the future," Tzeentch said.

The Dark King represented total destruction. Without the Emperor to stop Him, His next target would be the four gods themselves.

As He spoke, projections from the past reflected into the present. Behind Horus stood a dense, overwhelming multitude of the four gods from across various timelines. They struck out at Zeke simultaneously, delivering the final blow.

So the four gods can use this move too, Zeke realized with a sense of clarity.

Zeke was utterly defenseless before that power. The forces of the Warp swept him up, carrying him across the battlefield of the Vengeful Spirit, passing through—

Boom.

Zeke crashed into something. Like a mirror being shattered, cracks spread in all directions from the point of impact, revealing a gaping hole.

Zeke plummeted into it.

It was a tunnel—a multicolored tunnel. If forced to make a comparison, Zeke felt it looked somewhat like the time tunnel traversed by the time machine in Doraemon’s desk drawer.

Zeke could not control his movements. The power the four gods had inflicted upon him pushed him backward, toward some unknown destination.

Zeke reached out toward the walls of the tunnel, trying to grab onto something to stop himself.

But his fingers passed right through the flowing light and shadows. There was no physical substance here, nothing he could use for leverage.

However, this very action brought him closer to the tunnel wall, allowing him to see the scenes manifesting upon it.

They were like carved murals, clear and vividly real.

The Fall of Cadia.

Abaddon’s Blackstone Fortress was crashing down toward the fortress world.

Cadia’s sky was torn asunder by the powers of Chaos. The planet’s crust shattered under terrifying force, and its defenders were reduced to dust amidst the world’s destruction.

And the expansion of the Eye of Terror.

That massive void rift slowly widened before his eyes, casting its gaze of Chaos and madness over the entire galaxy.

The entire Imperium was cleaved in two, the dark half permanently severed from the light.

Watching all of this, a bizarre realization suddenly welled up in Zeke’s heart.

Wait.

He struggled to maintain his clarity of mind amidst the force pushing him backward.

These scenes: Cadia, the Eye of Terror... they are all the history I know.

But in my timeline, Cadia was saved by me, and the Eye of Terror never expanded.

This is different from the scenes I’m seeing in this tunnel.

Zeke suddenly understood. The Reaper’s Scythe had never actually taken him back to the past. Instead, it had directly located a parallel timeline that was highly similar to his original history.

I never truly went back in time.

I just went to another timeline.

So the four gods’ goal was to banish me completely, trapping me in an unfamiliar timeline!

Zeke continued to be pushed backward, crashing through rift after rift.

After he passed through them, the rifts slowly began to heal, isolating Zeke completely.

It wasn’t until that Warp energy dissipated that Zeke’s body finally came to a halt in a place entirely unfamiliar to him.

The rifts he had smashed through were slowly mending themselves.

The main timeline in which he had always operated was gradually fading behind those healing rifts, growing blurrier and blurrier, until it completely vanished into the void.