"I will never submit to a group of ants."
Night Bringer Azagorod made a gesture, and a sharp scythe shimmered into existence in his left hand.
It wasn't the one he originally possessed, but its power was equally immense, capable of cleaving through all things.
"Incorrect statement." Daniel looked calmly at the Night Bringer before him, "This isn't a choice; it's an announcement."
"Hahaha, do you think you can threaten a god?" the Night Bringer scoffed.
He swung his scythe, and a rift glowing with peculiar light appeared out of thin air.
"Even time and space will die and shatter under my scythe."
"Despair, for Night Bringer Azagorod once again walks beneath the stars."
The Night Bringer charged at Daniel with incredible speed.
In just an instant, he crossed the distance between them, swinging his scythe down.
Daniel didn't move; Arale did.
She revealed her combat stance, and a surge of rule power and Warp power erupted simultaneously.
Night Bringer Azagorod watched in astonishment as his scythe was blocked.
"How is this possible? How can you wield the power of two worlds at once?"
Star Gods cannot wield the power of the Warp; this has been an unbreakable rule since the birth of the Star Gods.
Now, it was broken, a nascent Star God wielding the power of two worlds meant the opponent possessed infinite possibilities, arale didn't answer the Night Bringer's confusion, She unleashed a scorching beam of light, sending the Night Bringer flying.
Then, she stood in front of Arale.
"No one is allowed to harm my Master."
"Master?" The Night Bringer frowned, "You actually treat a human as your Master? Do you even know you're a Star God?"
Arale didn't answer him, Instead, she continued to unleash her power, then charged forward, reaching the Night Bringer in an instant.
She punched him in the abdomen, sending the Night Bringer hurtling like a cannonball into the void, flying tens of thousands of meters, smashing through several giant meteorites before finally coming to a stop.
Immediately after, Arale flickered, appearing beside the Night Bringer, and delivered another punch, sending him flying hard.
This scene made all the Players watching the plot widen their eyes.
(ΩДΩ), Σ(⊙▽⊙"a, (=@__@=).The expressions on their faces varied, but every single face was filled with shock.
"Is this warhammer?"
"Did I stumble into a Dragon Ball fight?"
"Record this! We must record this! We demand that Players be this strong too."
"Why are all the cool ones NPCs, while Players are always struggling?"
"..."
Arale's power was beyond imagination.
Not only the rule power of the material Universe and Warp power, but also the faith power of the entire human race, she could use all of it with ease.
Coupled with the help of the Void Dragon and other Star Gods.
no matter how much the Night Bringer resisted, the final outcome was that he was beaten to his knees.
"That's how it should be." Overlord Zahurash slapped the back of the Night Bringer's head, making a clanging sound.
Everyone else has knelt, why shouldn't you!
"You are all a bunch of cowards." The Night Bringer roared in fury, constantly screaming, but he still couldn't resist Arale and the many Star Gods.
"I already have enough Star Gods assisting me, You have two choices: either submit to me and participate in the final battle, When humanity achieves sublimation, you will regain your freedom, Or, I will shatter you again and seal you until the day the universe perishes."
Daniel floated up, landing in front of the Night Bringer, giving him two choices.
The Night Bringer looked around at everyone, seeing the Void Dragon and other former comrades-in-arms standing nearby, If he chose to resist, then only he would be annihilated.
"You swear that after humanity achieves sublimation, I can regain my freedom." The Night Bringer turned his head, looking at Daniel.
"I swear, you will regain your freedom." Daniel said calmly.
"Then I submit to you, human." The Night Bringer chose to yield.
He had already endured sixty million years of prison life; such days were too dreary, too agonizing.
"Very good."
Daniel nodded in satisfaction, inscribing a control protocol into his body, at this point, the Star God race was completely at Daniel's disposal.
The Imperium of Man's power swelled to its strongest point in history.
Next, it would be to purge the xenos in the material Universe, and then they could engage in a decisive battle with the Chaos Gods.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the galaxy.
The Demon Hunter Battle Group, who had been busy searching for the Old Ones' relics, finally saw their efforts pay off, after enduring many hardships and obstacles.They, along with Inquisitor Rostov and other Inquisition members, finally found the first relic left by the Old Ones.
It was a magnificent giant island sealed in a dimensional space, with exquisite crystal buildings towering on it, each one incredibly beautiful.
Inside were many crystals recording the memories of the Old Ones, By reading these crystals, Inquisitor Rostov pieced together the truth of the War in Heaven.
Whether it was the Eldar or the Necron, they only recorded the wars within the galaxy, but they didn't know that the Old Ones faced another, more powerful enemy.
They were ancient beings from other parts of the universe, older than the universe itself, and incredibly powerful.
Even if the universe were annihilated, they would not be annihilated, but would continue to exist.
In the wondrous eons, even time and space themselves would perish, but they would always endure, experiencing the collapse and rebirth of the universe.
They had no subjective malice, but their very existence was the greatest malice towards sentient beings.
These records also revealed why the powerful Old Ones did not escape beyond the galaxy!
Because the universe outside the galaxy was even more despair-inducing.
To protect themselves, the Old Ones organized the Warp and, using the Warp as a foundation, began creating living beings and gods, building a tool to resist the ancient gods from outside the domain.
In their plan, Warp entities would gain the ability of infinite resurrection and continuously absorb the faith and souls of Holy Terra beings to counter the ancient gods from outside the domain.
They planned to create nine Warp deities with immense divine power, as well as countless Warp entities.
However, this plan did not go smoothly.
The activity of the Warp led to many uncontrollable factors, and they also failed to purge unstable factors like the Star Gods.
When the first war with the Necron ended, they discovered that the Star Gods were devouring stars, leading to the extremely short lifespans of the Krork race, so they began to clean them up.
The Star God race was beaten back repeatedly.
Facing the immensely powerful Old Ones, their performance was no better than that of the Necron.
Later, the Star Gods and the Necron formed an alliance, The Star Gods thus gained bodies and devoured the souls of the entire Krork race, greatly increasing their strength, and had the Necron, after their biotransference, build many destructive giant weapons, beginning their counterattack, and at this time, the ancient gods from outside the domain also tried to enter the galaxy, injecting their will into this remote star system.
The Old Ones fought against the Star Gods and the Necron on one side, and against the ancient gods from outside the domain on the other, a two-front war that quickly depleted their military strength.
Moreover, troubles never came singly; they encountered another difficult matter.
That was the Warp entities, created to receive the faith and power of all living beings in the entire galaxy to fight against the ancient gods from outside the domain, became corrupted.
Chaos Gods and Warp demons appeared.
These Warp entities not only failed to deal with the ancient gods from outside the domain as originally planned, but instead turned around to eliminate the Old Ones.
Plagued by internal and external problems, the Old One race ultimately met its demise.
With their death, the Warp completely lost order.
The eight-pointed star was also completely twisted as a result, failing to fulfill its intended function.
The original plan to create nine gods to maintain Warp order and protect the galaxy was also completely bankrupt.
Moreover, only four Chaos Gods were born; five have yet to be conceived to this day.
In addition to revealing the truth of the War in Heaven, the ruins also left an important clue.
"An artifact that controls the Ork race?"
Kirito's eyes widened, and his tone was surprised as he read the message left by the Old Ones.
This now confirmed theory that Orks were creations of the Old Ones.
Inquisitor Rostov continued to examine the various records left behind by the Old Ones in the ruins, learning detailed information about the Orks who had always threatened the Imperium of Man.
During the War in Heaven, the Orks were known as Necron, a warrior race created by the Old Ones to win the War in Heaven.
They encoded a vast amount of technology and inspiration into the genetic sequence of the Orks, at the same time, they also created another power for the Orks, WAAAGH, which rivaled the power of the Warp.
WAAAGH is a special power independent of the Warp, shaped by the spiritual world and souls of the Orks, encompassing the souls of all Orks, including the two gods the Old Ones created for the Orks.
In addition to their inherent extraordinary psychic field and knowledge base, Orks also possess an extremely unique biological structure.
Essentially, Orks are a type of psychic Mushroom, or one could say they are sentient moss.
They have a simple structure, are highly adaptable, and reproduce quickly, Important organs often have redundancies, brain damage or even head transplants are nothing to them.
Injuries that would be crippling or even fatal to humans are often only minor wounds for Orks.
Orks also have a unique selection mechanism: every time they achieve victory, they evolve, becoming smarter and stronger.
However, the Old Ones failed completely before they could install a control system or set war objectives for such a powerful biological weapon, as an aimless biological weapon, the Orks possess a fanatical war instinct, which is also the purpose of their continuous WAAAGH expeditions, but they had already created the artifact that could control the Orks.
Obtaining that ancient artifact would allow them to control the Orks and turn them into true weapons of war.
"Good heavens, good heavens."
"This thing is amazing, we must get our hands on it."
"If we can control the Orks, The Academy of Agriculture Battle Group will surely cry, Their Vegetable People, which they worked so hard to research, will probably lose their market."
Kirito and other players, after reading the Old Ones' information, repeatedly exclaimed, "Good heavens!"
If they could get the Ork controller, wouldn't they be able to make Ork warlords like Bonebreaker obey them?
In that case, who else in the entire galaxy could be an opponent for humanity? Even if the main forces of the Tyranids arrived, they might not gain an advantage.
Currently, the Orks' reproduction method is still a bit too primitive.
Imagine building a cultivation base covering an entire star system, using an entire star as energy, continuously cultivating Orks—what an exaggerated feat that would be!
Every second, countless Orks would be born and thrown into battle to fight the enemy.
Your swarm is perishing every moment, while my Orks are endless.
Putting aside other things, just relying on attrition tactics could force the Tyranids to their demise.
"We must obtain it."
Inquisitor Rostov was also tempted by that ancient artifact that could control the Orks, If he could get his hands on it, the Imperium's pressure would greatly decrease, and it might even see an epic enhancement.
The players and the Inquisition's goals aligned, after plundering everything useful from the ruins, they set sail again, following the clues they had obtained to search for the Old Ones' treasury.
For convenience, Inquisitor Inquisitor Rostov applied for the right to use Longlin Star, Seeing the report he submitted, Daniel did not hesitate much and agreed to hand over Longlin Star for his use.
The Demon Hunter Battle Group and the Inquisition members led by Inquisitor Inquisitor Rostov piloted Longlin Star, searching everywhere for the Old Ones' ruins.
During this period, they also clashed several times with the Chaos forces led by Vashtorr, Both sides were after the treasury left by the Old Ones.
In their engagements, Inquisitor Rostov also guessed Vashtorr's purpose, which was to achieve godhood with the help of the artifacts left by the Old Ones.
The Warp Eight-Pointed Star was a masterpiece of the Old Ones, originally intended to create nine deities to counter the Extradimensional Old Gods.
However, the War in Heaven spiraled out of control, the Eight-Pointed Star was corrupted, and the gods created by the Eight-Pointed Star also transformed from their original orderly forms into Chaos Gods.
Center: Primordial Annihilator.
North: Corrosive Ruin.
Northeast: Hellish Tempest.
East: Malign Artifice.
Southeast: Ecstatic Sentience.
South: Voracious Dissolution.
Southwest: Putrid Contagion, west: Formless Distortion.
Northwest: Mindless Slaughter.
Vashtorr wanted to find the forbidden knowledge the Old Ones used to create the gods.
That way, he could become a Chaos God.
Inquisitor Rostov naturally could not let such a thing happen, Even if he had to risk everything, he would not allow a new Chaos God to emerge.
The existence of four Chaos Gods had already thrown the galaxy into chaos, causing countless races and beings to suffer.
If another Chaos God appeared, it would definitely be bad news for the Imperium of Man.
"We must move faster and find the Old Ones' ruins before them." Inquisitor Rostov said, "We must give our all; we absolutely cannot allow him to succeed."
Vashtorr also gambled everything.
He had sacrificed too much to ascend to Chaos Godhood.
If he failed, everything would be for naught, as both sides became resolute, the battles surrounding the Old Ones' ruins grew increasingly fierce, both sides had reasons to give their all and win.
Meanwhile, Daniel, on the other side of the galaxy, was persuading the Space Dwarves to join the Imperium of Man, "Your ancestors were once human, but due to different paths chosen, you diverged, However, the most fundamental genes are still the same."
"Join Terra and rebuild the glory of humanity, or choose to refuse, in which case you will be our enemies."
"Before the Imperium of Man goes to war with the gods, it will certainly clear out all enemies in the galaxy, and you are no exception."
Daniel's method was simple, as soon as they made contact, he used threats and inducements to force the Space Dwarves to join the Imperium of Man, With the surrender of the Nightbringer, the entire C'tan race declared their allegiance to the Imperium of Man.
The Necron, Aeldari, and other races also became vassals of the Imperium of Man, although the Space Dwarves had preserved many ancient technologies, facing such a powerful Imperium of Man, they were ultimately no match.
Finally, after deliberation, the leaders of the Space Dwarves, such as Ursaar the Fated, chose to submit and swear allegiance to the Imperium of Man, at this point, the Imperium of Man had largely cleared out all forces in the Materium that could threaten it.
Only the Tyranids and Orks remained to catch the Imperium's eye.
If Inquisitor Inquisitor Rostov could successfully obtain the Ork controller, the unification of the galaxy would be complete.
The remaining Tyranids are invaders; even if they were subdued, it wouldn't count as unification, as for the T'au, this race's strength is too weak, and the territory they occupy is too small to be considered significant.
Now, the only thing stopping the Imperium is Chaos.
"It's time to consider declaring war on the Chaos Gods." Having persuaded the Space Dwarves to join the Imperium of Man, Daniel began to plan the final battle.
Daniel enacted a series of policies, pushing reforms into deeper waters, planning for the Imperium to form a truly unified entity, at least, a unified front was needed before the final battle concluded, because many things required a strong Terra to accomplish.
Such measures also met with opposition from many ancient families, as the reform bills cut into their interests, redistributing them to new power players who had risen through military achievements.
"This is a betrayal of the Emperor!"
Some family representatives angrily accused, jointly petitioning Guilliman, the Regent, to stop such an absurd situation.
Guilliman outwardly agreed with these people, denouncing Daniel's reform policies, yet he took no actual action, allowing Terra to push forward with the reforms.
Under their coordinated act, the numerous opposing ancient families could only watch as the new policies were implemented.
Some attempted to resist but were suppressed in a joint operation by players and the Inquisition.
With the promotion of the new policies, the galaxy experienced unprecedented changes.
The Webway development project, which had been stagnant for tens of millions of years, was restarted by humanity, a glorious era was slowly dawning, as long as humanity could win the final battle, a powerful civilization, surpassing even the Old Ones, would emerge in the galaxy.
Due to the fall of the Eldar Empire, the Webway had suffered severe damage, with many areas broken and corrupted.
To deal with these thoroughly contaminated Webway sections, the Imperium adopted a demolition approach, destroying them and opening up new Webway routes as replacements.
The Chaos Gods naturally could not remain indifferent to this.
Once humanity completely replaced the Warp with the Webway, their influence over humanity would drastically decrease, although losing human faith would not cause them to perish, their authority and power would significantly diminish.
For this reason, the Gods demanded that Magnus and Lorgar, who had been traumatized, and other Daemon Primarchs, stop the Imperium's actions.
To complete the Gods' task, Lorgar sought out Perturabo, hoping he would intervene and assist them against the Imperium of Man.
Perturabo had become a recluse after the Horus Heresy.
He had built a vast Daemon industrial empire in the Eye of Terror.
Countless machines fused with Daemons and enslaved mortals toiled in roaring factories, producing various destructive dark technology equipment.
When Lorgar arrived, Perturabo, sitting on his Iron Throne, showed him no courtesy, not even bothering to rise to greet him.
"My brother, it has been a long time since we last met."
Lorgar was born thick-skinned.
Even though Perturabo made no secret of his disgust and contempt, he didn't take it to heart.
"There is no need to meet." Perturabo's tone was calm, wanting to end the conversation and send Lorgar away as soon as they met, as a Primarch who adhered to technology and reason, Perturabo truly had no good feelings for a brother like Lorgar, who knelt before so-called gods.
"We are brothers after all." Lorgar said, "I came here to tell you something, too."
"What is it? Have you reached Terra? Or captured that fool Guilliman alive?" Perturabo's tone was sarcastic.
Lorgar gave a wry smile, "If you don't help, soon you will see the Imperium's two-headed eagle banner in the Eye of Terror."
"This is by no means a threat, merely an explanation of what might happen in the future."
"That Imperial Saint is a being from a higher dimension, and he is assisting our father in winning this war."
"Now, loyal Primarchs are constantly returning, the Imperium's military strength is soaring, Abaddon has suffered consecutive defeats, and the Chaos side has sustained heavy casualties."
"That Imperial Saint has also successively persuaded the Star Gods, Space Dwarves, Eldar, and other xenos powers to become vassals of the Imperium of Man.
Now, in the galaxy, there is no force that can stand as an opponent to the Imperium."
"The current Imperium of Man is more terrifying and has more potential than during the Great Crusade."
"That Imperial Saint and those brothers who remain loyal to our deceitful father are ready to go to war with the Gods."
"Soon, they will act."
Lorgar's words made Perturabo, who was seated on the Iron Throne, frown slightly.
While he was happy for Lorgar and others to suffer losses, the rise of the Imperium of Man greatly displeased him.
His foolish father should remain on the Golden Throne, suffering torment and pain.
He was clearly so much more excellent than that imbecile Dorn, yet He couldn't see it, even entrusting the construction of the Terra Imperial Palace to that brainless Dorn.
"Also, there is news that Dorn is very likely to return."
Lorgar's words made Perturabo's brow furrow even tighter, "What difference will his return make?"
"Dorn's return truly won't make much difference! It's just that talk of the Imperium's bedrock supporting the Imperium of Man will become rampant." Lorgar, as always, knew how to manipulate people's hearts.
Even among fellow Primarchs, he was adept at grasping their weaknesses and their sensitive spots.
Perturabo's sensitive spot was undoubtedly Dorn.
One reason Perturabo chose to join Chaos during the Horus Heresy was the opportunity to defeat Dorn.
"Do you know how those high-dimensional beings describe you and Dorn?" Lorgar added fuel to the fire.
Perturabo looked at Lorgar, gesturing for him to continue.
"The self-proclaimed immortal steel has already corroded, but the Imperium's bedrock still bears its weight." Lorgar said, enunciating each word, as expected, Perturabo's expression instantly turned extremely grim.
This sentence undoubtedly negated him and his descendants.
What angered Perturabo even more was that those guys' evaluation of Dorn was so high.
"These high-dimensional outsiders are simply brainless, an unforgivable bunch of idiots."
"Let those fools and their Imperium perish together."
Perturabo stood up, his gaze cold and full of oppressive power.
"This is what we desire." Lorgar said.
"Join Terra; humanity has forgotten the fear we once brought them."
"We must let them know who the true masters of this galaxy are."
"Let the galaxy burn again." Perturabo's voice was low.
His gaze was filled with killing intent and ambition.
This time, he would make the entire Imperium aware of the Iron Warriors' power and terror.
Whether it was the returning Dorn or that Imperial Saint, all would be defeated by him, after reaching an agreement, Perturabo ordered his Daemon industrial worlds to enter full production mode, at the same time, he also built enhanced Daemon wombs to produce more powerful warriors.
With Perturabo's support, the heavily damaged Chaos forces recovered at an incredible speed, even becoming stronger.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the galaxy, Khorne's diligent servant, Angron, was also assembling his Legion, before that, he had to resolve some minor issues, such as a certain fool who called himself Regent and stole his battleship, after the Horus Heresy, Angron never returned to his flagship, the *Conqueror*, because of this, this *Gloriana*-class battleship circulated among various World Eaters warbands, who fought over it, asserting their claims through force, after the Great Rift appeared, Khârn's warband, the Betrayers, obtained this battleship.
The Betrayers Battle Group was currently the strongest World Eaters warband, and its leader, Khârn, during the absence of powerful World Eaters like Angron and Khârn, proclaimed himself the Regent of the entire World Eaters Legion, demanding all World Eaters obey his commands.
Khârn had been a sergeant in the World Eaters' Third Assault Company, a veteran of the Long War.
Of course, during the Great Crusade era, Khârn was just an unknown.
During the Horus Heresy, a character like him didn't even deserve a name, after the Horus Heresy ended, Khârn fled Terra with the Third Company.
In the days that followed, he grew rapidly, eventually becoming a powerful Chaos Warlord.
Within the intricate corridors of the *Conqueror*, Khârn led his trusted lieutenants deep into the ship's interior, although he had obtained the ship, its machine spirit had always rejected him, even causing numerous accidental incidents in an attempt to kill him.
This behavior deeply enraged the Chaos Warlord.
He wanted to find that damned machine spirit, then shove a bolter into her mouth and blow her head off.
The *Conqueror* was his, and any act of defiance against him deserved death, after some twists and turns, with the help of a sorcerer, he pinpointed the source.
Now, he was going to go there and resolve the matter once and for all, bang! Bang! Bang!
Heavily armored Servitors appeared at the end of the corridor.
They opened fire on Khârn and his retinue with multi-barreled bolters embedded in their arms.
The bolter rounds, capable of penetrating rockcrete, merely kicked up dust on Khârn's modified Terminator armor.
Following the Chaos Warlord, Chaos Warriors in Terminator armor raised their spike-studded bolters and pulled the triggers.
Flames flashed from the muzzles, and a dense volley of bolter rounds poured out, instantly tearing the fully armed Servitors to shreds.
Having dealt with the enemies, Khârn continued forward.
However, the corridor ahead split into two paths.
Khârn had possessed the *Conqueror* for over fifty years.
During these years, he had constantly explored the ship, mapping its structure.
Over time, he became intimately familiar with the battleship's internal structure and its changes, but he had never been to this area before.
It seemed to have appeared suddenly.
"Keep going."
Khârn ordered his subordinates to continue advancing.
They encountered more Servitors along the way.
Their firepower was fierce, but they were ultimately no match for the Chaos Warriors, after multiple battles, Khârn and his group arrived before a massive metal door.
"Blow it open."
Khârn gave the order.
Several Chaos Warriors attached melta-bombs to the door and detonated them, after a powerful explosion and flash, the door was destroyed, melting into hot, steaming slag.
Khârn stepped inside and found that beyond the door was the *Conqueror's* true command bridge, after the Horus Heresy, the *Conqueror* had completely become a Chaos lair.
Many areas had vanished, and many new ones had emerged.
Khârn had thought the command bridge had permanently disappeared.
Who would have thought it would reappear one day?
He walked to the command throne and saw a skeleton in a white uniform sitting there, a red handprint made of blood was clearly imprinted on the uniform.
"Lotara Sarrin."
Khârn had served on the *Conqueror*.
He recognized the skeleton as belonging to the Commander of the *Gloriana*-class battleship, the *Conqueror*.
Her brilliant tactical mind and excellent strategic judgment earned her recognition from Angron and Khârn, making her the highest-ranking mortal in the World Eaters Legion.
The bloody handprint on her chest was Angron's mark of approval.
"My enemy is just this thing?"
Khârn was greatly disappointed.
He had expected to encounter an equally matched fool who wanted to challenge him, in which case he could have enjoyed a satisfying battle.
Who would have thought that the one causing trouble all along was a skeleton?
A hoarse voice emanated, and the skeleton turned its head, looking at Khârn.
"My Lord."
"Have you surrendered so quickly?" Khârn sneered, "Even if you call me Lord, I won't spare you."
"I have been waiting for your return." Lotara Sarrin continued, at this point, Khârn felt something was amiss.
Lotara Sarrin's words didn't seem to be directed at him.
He quickly turned his head, looking into the darkness behind him.
The others also reacted swiftly, raising their guns and looking around for enemies.
Just then, an eerie shriek echoed, a group of Daemons appeared in the ship's interior.
They had red skin, ferocious faces, and hunched bodies topped with dog-like heads and multiple cruel black horns.
Each Daemon held a two-meter serrated blade, sharp enough to make metal bleed, bang! Bang!
Khârn and his group decisively pulled their triggers, shooting the Daemons.
However, the Daemons were not the biggest problem Khârn and his group encountered.
Heavy footsteps sounded, and a behemoth emerged from the darkness.
It was Angron, returned from his resurrection.
The Daemon Primarch's body blazed with fire, and rolling heat waves washed over them, distorting the air, after being defeated by Leman Russ, Angron spent hundreds of years in the Blood God's gladiatorial arena.
Only then did he crawl out of the arena, return to the Brass Citadel, and regain Khorne's blessing.
Khorne was a very just god.
No matter who it was, as long as they could achieve 888 victories in the brutal arena, they would receive a blessing, although Angron often failed, each time he failed, he would eventually win, rising again and again, angron roared, his eyes filled with disgust and rage as he looked at Khârn.
He hated these incompetent descendants.
"No!!"
Khârn retreated continuously, simultaneously raising his gun to try and fire at Angron.
The others did the same, but they underestimated the power of an ascended Primarch, angron began a rampage, slaughtering Khârn's men in mere moments.
Khârn himself was not spared, his head severed by Angron's axe, angron returned to his flagship, roaring continuously.
With his roars, cracks appeared in the void.
The World Eaters scattered across the galaxy were summoned by their Primarch father, angron desperately craved a war, a brutal slaughter.
Soon, he found a target, a place very close to him, emitting a light that filled him with rage.
In the Strategic Room of the Battleship Harbinger of Agony, a group of Chaos Warlords were discussing how to attack the planets controlled by the Imperium of Man.
"The Mahjong Warband? I've never heard that name before?"
Kasaar, the Commander of the Nameless Warband, looked at his partner across from him with a questioning expression.
Kasaar had been an Alpha for over five thousand years.
He was well-informed, but he had never heard of such a Warband.
However, Kasaar wasn't entirely sure.
For some reason, the Nameless Warband had been trapped on a daemon world for over three hundred years until recently discovered by Slaanesh Lord Krucias.
Krucias hired them to do a job, offering to rescue Kasaar and his people, along with a ship, as payment.
Thus, they arrived here, besides Krucias, several other Warbands were also participating in this operation.
One of them was particularly noteworthy: a Warband named Mahjong.
They were the ones who provided the intelligence for this world.
Their Commander introduced himself as Gaviel Loken, a veteran of countless battles, formerly an unremarkable Horus' Sons.
"Are you an omniscient being?"
Gaviel Loken, clad in black, spiky power armor that completely enveloped him, spoke in an unfriendly tone.
"You are just a hired thug for Krucias, What right do you have to question me?"
"Even a thug like me can beat you until you're picking up your teeth." Kasaar threatened, "So, you'd best watch your words."
"Your Primarch was just as unyielding in front of Dorn, and in the end, his head was chopped off."
Kasaar was stunned for a moment upon hearing this.
Then, enraged, he drew his bolt pistol and aimed it at the other's head.
However, the warriors of the Mahjong Warband didn't humor him; they also raised their weapons, a few even brought out Annihilation Bombs, relics from the Dark Age of Technology.
If detonated, the entire battleship would cease to exist.
They used the bombs in their hands to threaten the nearby Emperor's Children warriors, forbidding them from approaching.
"You can shoot, We'll all die together." Loken smiled, showing no fear, but rather a hint of anticipation.
The faces of the other Chaos Warlords from different Warbands changed dramatically, cursing him as a madman.
"This matter should have nothing to do with Terra, right? Why are you trying to drag Terra into striking first?"
Krucias, dressed in ornate armor and seated at the head of the table, spoke, feigning innocence.
"You shouldn't have allowed such a person to join the operation in the first place." Loken looked at Krucias, pointing at Kasaar, "Yet you let him join without our permission and allowed him to question me freely."
"Who knows whose side you'd be on if a fight broke out? So, why don't we all just die together?"
"You are an ally, Do you suspect I would move against you?" Krucias stared intently at Loken.
"Emperor's Children slaughtering allies isn't exactly news." Loken didn't give the other side any face, directly exposing their flaw, "If you want to cooperate, stop with the nonsense, Otherwise, let's just part ways."
"Don't think there's a third option, If these bombs detonate, everyone will have to report to the Chaos Gods."
"Alright, let's put this behind Terra, Let's focus on our common enemy." Krucias turned to Kasaar, "If you still want me to fulfill my promise, then bear with it."
Kasaar's face showed anger, but after much thought, he chose to back down.
Thus, a conflict was temporarily quelled.
Everyone shifted their attention to the target star system, beginning to study how to breach the Imperium's defenses.
"Nameless Battle Group, it's time to discuss your mission: to infiltrate that planet and seize the beacon that can guide Warp navigation."
Krucias opened a data projection interface, displaying the situation of the target star system, an optical projection also opened synchronously.
The target planet was densely surrounded by orbital stations and weapon platforms, like a city wall.
The defenses were extremely strict, with various powerful weapons capable of instilling despair.
"Sons of Dorn always love building fortresses, Ten thousand years have passed, and they are still the same."
"Even in the void, they want to build a fortress."
Kasaar shook his head as he looked at the scan report.
"Their heads will never learn that offense is the best defense."
"Unlike Alpha, we are always learning, everywhere, all the time."
"Forgive them, These stubborn, stinking stones still consider loyalty to the Corpse Emperor an honor, It must be said, it is a very tragic thing." Krucias said.
"We will attack from here." Loken reached out and pointed to a spot.
"The defensive firepower here could tear Terra apart instantly, We should attack from the rear." Kasaar said.
"The rear is a trap." Loken said, "It's specifically designed to lure in those who are unaware, The Imperium has installed a super cannon on the rear, capable of firing once every hour, and a single shot could destroy our fleet."
"Are you joking?" Kasaar said, "If the Imperium had such powerful artillery, they would have already purged Terra traitors."
"They didn't before, but they do now." Loken's tone was calm, "Attacking from the rear is a dead end."
Just as the two sides were arguing, Krucias' chief sorcerer rushed in.
"A violent storm has erupted in the Warp, and a powerful Warp entity is about to enter Holy Terra."
No sooner had he spoken than an indescribable savagery arose in everyone's hearts.
Some slaves began to kill each other.
"Khorne?" Krucias' face showed fear, "Is it Khorne's messenger?"
In the void, a shocking rift appeared, and crimson light gushed out, as if Holy Terra had been gashed and was profusely bleeding, blood boiled, and countless daemons formed in the sea of blood, lunging at the Imperial fleet.
The Conqueror, its control reclaimed by Angron, appeared before everyone.
This powerful Gloriana-class battleship made an invincible entrance, exuding immense pressure.
Immediately upon its appearance, it destroyed several Imperial warships.
Like a sharp scalpel, it cut through the Imperial defenses and headed straight for the target star system.
"We can't hesitate any longer."
Krucias lowered his voice, "We will attack from the rear."
"I hope you won't regret it." After saying this, Loken said no more and chose to step aside.
Krucias smiled, as if everything was under control, "Relax, we have the Ark of Omen at hand, Even if there's a super cannon, we can withstand it for a bit."
"But if we're not fast enough, that beacon will definitely be snatched by the World Eaters."
The Imperium of Man was becoming increasingly powerful.
They allied with various races, built the Webway and Star Gates, and established a complete system of faster-than-light travel.
The Warp, on the other hand, was heavily suppressed, If not for the Great Rift, the forces of Chaos would have long since been utterly defeated and driven back into the Eye of Terror, but if things continued this way, the defeat of Chaos was only a matter of time.
To reverse this trend, various Warbands were actively collecting ancient artifacts to counter the Imperium of Man.
The Canticle Engine was an artifact left by an ancient race, It could act as a beacon like the Astronomican, emitting a guiding light beam.
Its only drawback was that the range of this light was far inferior to the Astronomican.
However, if it could be captured, combined with dark rituals, it could corrupt every planet radiated by the beacon's light.
"Kasaar, don't disappoint me, You must seize the Canticle Beacon." Krucias placed his hopes on Kasaar and his people, alpha warriors were best at doing this kind of thing.
"Remember your promise." Kasaar said, "We will bring back the Canticle Beacon."
......
Roar!!
Angron stood on the battleship's hull, roaring.
His voice defied the laws of Holy Terra, spreading rapidly through the void and echoing in the ears of everyone on the battlefield.
"The great Angron has descended upon the battlefield."
The daemons and World Eaters entering the battlefield cheered.
The next second, a beam of light pierced through the stars.
The super cannon Loken spoke of truly existed.
Kasaar, who had just boarded a landing craft, preparing for an airborne assault, swore that he had never seen such a massive beam of light in his life.
It was at least a hundred kilometers in diameter.
One shot blasted towards the Conqueror, illuminating the entire void.
When the beam disappeared, the Conqueror was nowhere to be seen, angron and his flagship were banished back to the Warp, They had appeared for less than three minutes, and their curtain closed so hastily.
"I remember Angron wasn't this fast before?"
"My goodness, what kind of super tonic did the Imperium of Man take to be so fierce? One shot took down a Daemon Primarch."
"Boss, do we really have to continue with the mission?"
Kasaar's subordinates also widened their eyes one by one.
Just one shot, and a Daemon Primarch was banished.
Was the Imperium of Man that powerful now?
"I think Loken was right, Maybe we should change the plan."
Kasaar had some regrets.
"Don't be afraid, The Imperium of Man's super cannon needs an hour to charge for each shot, We have a complete chance to get through."
Krucias spoke, encouraging Kasaar to continue with the plan.
Kasaar: "......"
Does your Fulgrim know you're this brave?
Did you see the power of that cannon just now? One shot took out a Daemon Primarch and threw him back to Khorne's home, besides, even if they lose their main cannon, can't they use their secondary cannons to hit you?
"This deal is too much of a loss."
Kasaar even wanted to break the contract.
This was literally a suicide mission.
Of course, Kasaar ultimately couldn't break the contract, because they lost too quickly.
When the Ark of Omen and fleet commanded by Krucias entered the range of the defensive firepower.The Mahjong Warband, which Kasaar had found suspicious, revealed its true colors.
They immediately seized control of Krucias, the Slaanesh Lord, and took over his flagship, the Harbinger of Agony.
This allowed the Imperium to easily win the void battle.
Immediately after, a large number of Imperial Fists warriors used teleportation for boarding actions.
They killed resistors, suppressed corrupted slaves, and easily took control of all the warships.
Kasaar and the other Alphas, who had just managed to escape from the daemon world, were all captured before they could achieve their grand ambitions.
"You are absolutely right, offense truly is the best defense."
The leader of the Imperial Fists was Captain Dathorian of the Fourth Company.
He had heard Kasaar's assessment of the Imperial Fists.
"Who exactly are you?" Kasaar looked at the mastermind behind everything, Gaviel Loken of the Mahjong Warband.
When the other party removed his helmet, Kasaar found that a Drayne was still stuck to his face.
"I am Drayne of the Lazybones Guild." Drayne did not conceal his identity, "I originally wanted to save some effort and trick you into dying directly, saving some energy, Who would have thought you actually had some brains, and even had Angron block a planet-killer shot for you."
"Why do this? You could have just eliminated Terra directly? Why go through so much trouble??" Kasaar saw the combat power of those Imperial Fists warriors.
In fact, they could easily defeat all enemies they encountered without any strategy.
"It's fun." Drayne's tone was calm.
Kasaar: "......"
"Are you Tzeentch-worshipping lunatics?"
"You spent so much time and effort, just for fun??"
"Otherwise?" Drayne shrugged, "You are too weak, Simple crushing and annihilation are meaningless now."
"If we don't find some fun, how do we pass the time?"
Kasaar looked at the strangely dressed Imperial warrior in front of him with complex emotions.
"You are simply a bunch of madmen."
"You are more evil and terrifying than daemons and the Gods."
"Thank you for the compliment." Drayne said, "We will continue to strive for more."
Kasaar: "......"
These people were insane.
.........
On the other side of the galaxy.The Players of the Space Huskies compared the inventory list and found that half of the goods in the warehouse were missing.
"Someone embezzled funds?" BaldCustodian looked at Pighead, Caesar, and other Battle Group veterans.
"Not necessarily, Everything is managed intelligently now, there's no reason for this to happen??" Pighead shook his head.
"Let's check the surveillance." Rashid suggested.
"I support that." Caesar nodded.
They checked the surveillance and found that every time they entered the Warp, the surveillance equipment would be interfered with, after the interference ended, everything was perfectly normal, only the supplies were gone, after investigation, they discovered that the source of the interference was a battle-axe.
"This thing ate our supplies?" BaldCustodian looked at the battle-axe, full of confusion.
"I remember this battle-axe was a reward given to Terra by the Space Wolves, It's called 'Blackmane's Gift'." Rashid stroked his chin, "It was made by the tech-priests of the Blood Ravens in commemoration of Wolf Lord Ragnar Blackmane."
"Wait." Pighead hurriedly called a halt, looking at Rashid, "You said, who forged this battle-axe?"
"The tech-priests of the Blood Ravens Battle Group." Rashid repeated, puzzled.
"I think I might have found the reason for the missing supplies." Pighead looked at his companions, "The operations team is really ruthless; they didn't even spare the Blood Ravens meme."
"The Blood Ravens meme? Are you saying our equipment was stolen by Blood Ravens?" BaldCustodian looked puzzled, "How could they cross such a long distance to steal our things?"
"The problem might be with this battle-axe, The Blood Ravens Battle Group might have unearthed some special ancient relic that can use the battle-axe as a coordinate, When the battleship enters the Warp, it opens a special domain, connecting our warehouse with their ships." Pighead said.
The Secret of Omnissiah was the Battle Barge of the Blood Ravens Battle Group, serving as their Battle Group Monastery and Librarium Sanctum.
It was also where many high-ranking members of the Blood Ravens Battle Group discussed strategy and set the direction for the Battle Group's development.
Gabriel Angelos, the current Chapter Master of the Blood Ravens Battle Group, stood by the control console.
The tactical projection slowly rotated, casting its light upon his face.
Chief Librarian Jonah Orion and several Captains stood on one side of the control console.
Their gazes were fixed on the projection.
The current situation of the Imperium was excellent, with the enemy retreating on all fronts.
Victory was within Humanity's grasp.
"We need to speed up." Jonah said, "Otherwise, the glory will have nothing to do with Terra."
"How about this planet?" Gabriel pointed to a light spot on the projection.
The cogitator System captured his movement and automatically magnified the spot.
Relevant information popped up: it was a standard Imperial hive city world currently experiencing civil unrest, Based on available information, it was initially determined that Genestealer of the Tyranids were instigating the rebellion.
"A very good target, not too difficult, and very close." the Apothecary nodded, agreeing with the choice.
"Then let's begin." one of the Captains said.
"Chapter Master, there's something I need to tell you, Our ammunition reserves are a bit low." the Tech-Sergeant in charge of logistics said.
"Low on ammo is a minor issue, We'll find an opportunity to 'borrow' some more." Gabriel didn't plan to return for resupply.
Instead, he planned to visit the Saints' ships again, as they had all sorts of good merchandise.
Last time, he got quite a few large crates, and upon inspection, they were all state-of-the-art equipment, the kind not found on the market.
Having tasted the sweetness, Gabriel planned to redouble his efforts and empty the Saints' warehouses.
However, this time, he wasn't as lucky as before.
They activated a mysterious artifact obtained from ancient ruins, connecting it to the Saints' warship.
This artifact was very special; it could temporarily overlap a certain area.
It was by relying on this ancient artifact that the Blood Ravens Battle Group was able to 'borrow' supplies all over the galaxy.
"It really is you bastards."
"I told you, it's those Blood Ravens bastards, They really are the 'Sticky-Fingered Battle Group', aren't they?"
The Players, who had been guarding the Battle Axe and investigating the mysterious disappearance of supplies, caught the Blood Ravens Battle Group red-handed.
"What a coincidence, Have you eaten?"
Gabriel looked at the Saints, who were lined up in front of him, with an awkward expression.
Suddenly, he had a brilliant idea.
Ding! You have a new mission awaiting acceptance.
Mission: Helpful Hands, The Blood Ravens Battle Group urgently needs a batch of important military supplies, Please help them.
Mission: Magnanimity, The Blood Ravens Battle Group has done some unpleasant things in the past, Please forgive them and no longer pursue the matter.
These two missions appeared simultaneously in the database of every Player in the Space Huskies.
It left them all speechless, are these NPCs really that intelligent?
If they couldn't steal it, they'd just openly issue a quest.
"Are these guys really that shameless?"
"Miscalculated, Those guys even dared to take someone's Dreadnought, We completely didn't guard against them."
"They even issued two exclusive quests, That's just outrageous."
Pighead: ...
Rashid: "..."
They felt like their brains were being brutally rubbed on the ground.
How dare they do such a thing?!
After stealing things, they even issued quests to the victims.
You can be shameless, but can you not be *this* shameless?!
"We absolutely cannot accept such a mission."
"We will report this to Terra."
"Ding! Mission accepted."
The indignant Players were instantly dumbfounded, turning to look at the culprit.
It was the BaldCustodian, their Chapter Master, He scratched his head.
"I saw an exclamation mark, and I just couldn't resist clicking it."
"You understand that feeling, don't you?"
Hearing the BaldCustodian's words, the Players all gave him a middle finger and an eye-roll.
The Blood Ravens Battle Group members, on the other hand, couldn't stop smiling, They had emptied the Space Huskies' warehouse.
However, they were still relatively conscientious, leaving behind an ancient artifact as a reward.
This ancient artifact could ignore spatial distance, sending people to any designated area in the galaxy.
Three hours later, they would be sent back to their original location.
This made the BaldCustodian and others incredibly excited, after all, the loss was just a bit of supplies, they could just buy more from the Doraemon factory, and now it even supported home delivery, which was very convenient.
While the BaldCustodian, Pighead, and other Players were excitedly celebrating obtaining the ancient artifact.
On Terra, Trazyn, the Imperial Guard Commander, was very unhappy.
The Imperial Saint had actually brought people of other races into the Emperor's sacred palace.
If anyone else had done that, Trazyn would have minced them into fine pieces.
Unfortunately, it was the Imperial Saint.
The entire Imperium had already equated the Imperial Saint with the great Emperor.
Trazyn now even doubted his own rallying power within the Adeptus Custodes, thinking it couldn't compare to the Imperial Saint's.
If the Imperial Saint wished, he could even command the Adeptus Custodes to apprehend him, the Captain-General, after all, to 'apprehend' a Captain-General, one only needed to consider if their strength was sufficient.
To 'apprehend' a Saint, there was much more to consider.
Daniel had invited the Aeldari God and several powerful C'tan to Terra, preparing to help the Emperor retrieve his personality fragments, after observing for a while, the Avatar of the Laughing God spoke.
"Emperor's personality fragments are scattered throughout time and space, Retrieving these fragments will be very troublesome."
"To find these personality fragments, one must travel to the past and future, retrieve the fragments, and place them back into Emperor's body."
Cegorach controlled the knowledge repository left by the Old Ones, the Black Library; there was nothing in the entire galaxy that he didn't know.
Daniel said, "Does that mean we have to travel through time, find the Emperor's personality fragments, bring them back, and then piece them together?"
The Avatar of the Laughing God said, "It's not truly traveling through time, but rather projecting, We cannot truly travel through time, and time is intricate, with multiple branches."
"We can only project ourselves and guide Emperor's personality fragments back."
After some discussion, Daniel finally adopted Cegorach's plan.
They swiftly designed a complex device that could project people to different points in the timeline, as the machine roared, Daniel and the others' consciousnesses were cast into the past.
"You're just a liar, Neos."
A woman angrily accused a burly, tall man.
"You're being unreasonable." the man's voice was full of authority, He looked at the woman and tried to calm her down.
Undoubtedly, this man was the young Emperor, at that time, he was not as powerful as he was in the 40k era, merely an immortal stronger than ordinary people, still retaining his emotions and desires.
"Now you think I'm being unreasonable, don't you? It turns out love really does disappear."
The woman angrily slapped the Emperor and turned to leave.
Daniel and the other projections watched, dumbfounded.
Oh my god, they just arrived and immediately stumbled upon gossip! Emperor was slapped by his own girlfriend!