In Warhammer, My System is Minecraft

Chapter 254: They Flee, He Chases, and There is No Escape

In mere moments, the transformation became visible to the naked eye.

The Wither Storm levitated into the air, its body expanding and swelling outward, indiscriminately absorbing clusters of blocks from its surroundings.

The first to suffer was Tzeentch’s Crystal Labyrinth.

Among all the bizarre landscapes within the Realm of Chaos, Tzeentch’s domain was the most grotesque and incomprehensible. This maze, composed of crystals of every color, constantly shifted and rearranged itself to bewilder those lost within, trapping them until their dying breath.

The Wither Storm spewed empowered flaming Wither Skulls from its maws, smashing them into the outer walls of the Crystal Labyrinth. It then sucked the glowing blue fragments shattered by the explosions into its own body, assimilating them.

The myriad of devoured materials condensed into a hardened shell around the Wither Storm, completely enveloping the exposed Command Block. Several embryonic storm tentacles began to sprout from its top and bottom.

The Wither Storm had successfully evolved to its third stage; by now, it had truly begun to take shape.

Massive clusters of blocks accumulated atop its heads, swelling it into a bloated, spherical behemoth, while all of its storm tentacles congregated at the base of its body. This gave the Wither Storm the appearance of a colossal, grotesque octopus.

Flailing its tentacles, the Wither Storm was no longer satisfied with merely nibbling at the edges. Its three heads unleashed pink tractor beams.

Anything illuminated by these beams—whether living creatures or terrain—would instantly disintegrate and be sucked directly into its body.

The tractor beam from its main head even swept toward Zeke. It wasn’t until Zeke gave it a solid smack with the hilt of his Sword of the Cosmos that the Wither Storm reined itself in slightly.

This behemoth seemed to possess a primitive sort of intelligence; it scrutinized this prey it currently couldn’t afford to provoke, then swiftly turned its gaze toward easier targets.

The daemons residing within the domains of the four Chaos Gods had no chance of escape. The tractor beams locked onto them, plucking them from the ground. Amidst their agonizing shrieks, they were yanked rapidly toward the hovering heads.

The moment the daemons got close enough, they were instantly annihilated, their remains converted into nourishment for the Wither Storm.

Meanwhile, because it was devouring the unique matter of the Warp—substances heavily saturated with the powers of the four Chaos Gods—the Wither Storm began to undergo an even more terrifying mutation.

The unyielding brass from the Brass Citadel fused onto its outer shell, cladding it in a layer of metallic armor and rendering its colossal frame even more indestructible. Corrosive matter from Nurgle’s Garden crept along its tentacles, staining its writhing appendages with a miasma of pure corruption.

Zeke hammered away at an anvil. He knew the four gods wouldn’t be able to sit still for much longer.

Their domains were not merely symbols of Their authority; they were the very foundation of Their power. They could not possibly sit by and watch Their realms be destroyed.

As the Wither Storm continued to aggressively devour Their domains, the four Chaos Gods finally revealed Themselves. Beneath the massive shadow cast by the Wither Storm above, They appeared surprisingly small.

However, Their gazes didn’t linger on the monstrous storm above; instead, They locked entirely onto Zeke.

"Was this part of your plan too?!" Khorne emerged from the Brass Citadel, the fury on His face entirely undisguised as He shouted across the void toward the Crystal Labyrinth.

"I admit, I didn’t expect him to return so quickly," Tzeentch, speaking from within the Crystal Labyrinth, uncharacteristically dropped His usual stubbornness. "If I had just a little more time, I could have hidden this timeline completely, ensuring he would never find it again."

If only, Tzeentch sighed inwardly. But now, it was too late for excuses.

"Perhaps we can sit down and have a proper conversation," Tzeentch proposed.

"You scheme against me to this extent, and now you want a peaceful resolution? Impossible!" Zeke flatly rejected the offer. If it weren’t for his Minecraft avatar’s ability to respawn, he would have been dead long ago. A grudge of life and death couldn’t just be brushed off with a simple ’let’s talk.’

"So, You’re saying fighting to the bitter end is the only way?" Tzeentch was still trying to negotiate.

"Exactly. Only a fight to the death." Zeke completely blocked off any avenue for peace.

Before his voice even faded, his figure materialized directly behind Khorne.

Khorne’s combat style was wide open and aggressive, and He would never flee. Zeke chose Him as his very first target.

"Bring it on!" Khorne, who had been bottling up a belly full of rage, didn’t even need to think. His combat instincts drove Him to spin around and swing His axe.

The colossal axe cleaved downward, carrying the unbridled fury of the God of War. Zeke held a Name Tag between his fingers. Just a fraction of a second before that world-ending strike could land, he slapped it directly onto Khorne’s body.

The blade struck with a thunderous boom. Zeke’s body was sent flying away entirely, crashing toward the direction of the Palace of Slaanesh.

This scene not only left Khorne bewildered but also stunned the other three gods who were closely monitoring the battlefield.

What the hell is this human doing?

"Look above Your head," Tzeentch suddenly spoke, pointing at Khorne.

Khorne raised His eyes and saw a line of crisp, white text floating clearly above His head.

[Khorne Kharneth]

It was His name in the mortal tongues. Tzeentch’s gaze sharpened, staring intently at those letters, as an indescribable wave of unease churned in the depths of His heart.

Meanwhile, as Zeke flew through the air, he glanced down at the three remaining Name Tags in his hand.

He had just finished forging them on the anvil earlier. From left to right, they read:

Slaanesh Slaneth; Nurgle Nurgleth; Tzeentch Tzeentcheth.

"Three left," Zeke murmured softly.

He smashed right through the domed roof of the Palace of Slaanesh. Amidst the falling debris, Zeke stabilized his posture. His gaze was already locked onto the depths of the palace. Without a second of hesitation, he thrust the Name Tag belonging to Slaanesh directly toward Her face.

I cannot let that thing touch Me. Tzeentch’s instincts were screaming wildly at that exact moment, an inexplicable sense of impending doom washing over Him like a tidal wave.

Slaanesh was no fool either. Twisting Her seductive body at a bizarre, impossible angle, She narrowly evaded the incoming Name Tag.

She cast a glance at Khorne in the distance. This human had taken a direct hit from the God of War’s axe and brushed it off as if it were nothing. This was absolutely not an opponent She could deal with.

Slaanesh made a prompt decision: She turned on Her heel and fled.

The chase commenced.

Between the grand corridors of the Palace of Slaanesh, illusions blossomed one after another like soap bubbles. Spiraling mirrors, overlapping phantoms, and countless copies of Slaanesh scattered in every direction simultaneously, disorienting the very fabric of space and confusing the sight of everyone watching.

However, Zeke’s eyes remained fixed entirely on his minimap mod, completely ignoring the visual chaos.

His figure teleported time and time again, every single landing point perfectly intercepting Slaanesh’s trajectory. He slammed the Name Tag down repeatedly, yet time after time, Slaanesh slipped away with astonishing, jaw-dropping agility.

She fled, he chased, and there was no escape.

The grand pillars of the palace crumbled as the two figures darted back and forth, illusions and reality overlapping in a chaotic blur.

Ultimately, it was the Wither Storm’s tractor beam that created an opening for Zeke. In the exact instant Slaanesh was briefly restrained by the beam, Zeke slapped the Name Tag squarely onto Her body.

Under Slaanesh’s despairing gaze, a line of text materialized above Her.

[Slaanesh Slaneth]

"Two left," Zeke noted, gripping the remaining Name Tags.