A shrill scream echoed through the galaxy as Slaanesh was struck by the Eldar Death God's sword.
The blade, signifying the end of all things, severed the Chaos God's arm, making him shriek like a newborn.
This sound reverberated throughout the Warp, stirring up terrifying storms.
Countless ships navigating the Warp were tossed about like leaves in a raging tsunami.
The crew members on board were paralyzed with fear, each praying for a safe return to Holy Terra.
Races that had not yet ventured into space felt an innate sense of panic and unease, though they knew not the cause.
"Death God!!!"
Slaanesh stared at the Eldar Death God, a rare look of terror on his face.
The severing of his limb by the Sword of Death was permanent, a conceptual erasure and severance.
Even a Chaos God could not change it; he could not regrow an arm.
"It's over, Dark Prince."
With that, the Eldar Death God continued his assault.
Other divine beings also joined the fray, attempting to destroy Slaanesh in one fell swoop, to utterly defeat the Chaos God.
The ancient Extradimensional Old Gods were particularly motivated; they all yearned to personally kill a Chaos God.
For them, this would undoubtedly be a feat worth boasting about for the rest of their lives.
During the War in Heaven, they fought the Old Ones, and these Warp deities had caused considerable trouble, making them hate them to the bone.
Now, the Old Ones were gone, and the Eldar had become allies.
The only remaining targets for their wrath were these Chaos Gods, but Slaanesh was, after all, a Chaos God, possessing unimaginable power and authority.
Even if he was outmatched, he could still retreat from the battlefield and escape back into the Warp using his own combat prowess.
The Eldar Death God, the Laughing God, and other deities pursued him relentlessly until Slaanesh returned to his own domain, where they finally stopped.
Within Slaanesh's domain, Slaanesh was invincible; entering it would be suicide.
"You're lucky you're fast."
After a round of threats, the gods turned and returned to the Moro Battlefield, after humanity integrated the entire galaxy's powerful forces and achieved substantial unity, its strength had reached an extremely exaggerated level.
The Warp had to exert all its might to contend with it.
Slaanesh's escape back to his domain meant that the Chaos side had lost a crucial combatant.
Khorne, Tzeentch, and Nurgle, the three Chaos Gods, facing the siege of multiple divine beings, found themselves outnumbered and quickly fell into a disadvantage.
The other lesser Warp gods were in a similar predicament.
Daniel and Arale led a contingent of Imperial heroes against these lesser gods.
They were utterly powerless to resist, being beaten back repeatedly.
"Die."
As Arale spoke, she used her laws to tear apart an ancient lesser Warp god.
"No!!!"
That god let out a desperate cry.
He might have once been a god worshipped by some ancient civilization, but over time, he had become a demon.
Now, he was torn apart by Arale's absolute power.
His soul shattered into countless pieces, just like the Bloodhand Kane of old.
In the past, he would certainly have had a chance to be resurrected.
However, with the exhaustion of Warp energy, even he, with his immortal characteristics, would be banished into eternal nothingness, never to return.
Daniel, wielding a long sword and a war spear, frantically hacked at the lesser gods.
His combat power was sufficient to participate in the war against the Chaos Gods, but after careful consideration, he chose not to participate, opting instead to deal with the lesser gods and relieve the pressure on the Imperial forces, beside him, Warmaster and other high-level players also fought fiercely.
They continuously slashed and never dared to rest, relying on their power armor for nutrient and energy replenishment.
Handsome guy and Celestine, along with other powerful Imperial heroes like Spoor, also surrounded Daniel, assisting him in sweeping away the greater demons and lesser gods.
Even Valdor, who had been missing for ten thousand years, appeared on the battlefield at the critical moment, consecutively slaying multiple lesser gods with the Spear of the Sun in his hand.
"The final victory belongs to Terra."
Seeing Valdor arrive on the battlefield, the Emperor's face showed a look of relief.
Then, he shouted, transforming into a golden giant.
He suddenly accelerated, carrying Khorne deep into the Warp, taking him away from the Moro Battlefield.
Khorne, in the form of a blood-red giant, and the golden giant dueled and fought deep within the Warp, locked in an inseparable struggle, neither able to defeat the other.
On the Moro Battlefield, only Tzeentch and Nurgle remained.
Such a lineup clearly could not break through the defenses and destroy the Aether Phase Engine.
The only reason they weren't utterly defeated was because Nurgle could absorb damage.
Even when besieged by the gods, Nurgle's body was battered and broken, yet he still did not fall, instead constantly maintaining his full vitality.
However, the hope of breaking through Moro and ending humanity's madness was completely shattered.
No matter how furiously the Warp demons attacked, it was futile; they simply could not breach the defenses, as time passed, the Aether Phase Engine entered full power operation, and the Warp visibly depleted at an alarming rate.
The soul sea, maintained for countless years, would soon face the fate of being drained dry, as the Warp's energy waned, the technology and psychic abilities of races in the Milky Way that had not allied with humanity rapidly declined.
They were terrified by this but had no solutions.
The Time Catastrophe and the Aether Phase Engine had siphoned off energy, causing physical laws to become unprecedentedly powerful.
In some areas where Warp energy was completely depleted, the speed of all spacecraft was limited below the speed of light.
Horus and the other traitor Primarchs also fought fiercely, trying to reverse their destined defeat.
However, no matter how much they exerted themselves, they could not change the final outcome.
They even struggled to protect themselves, simply unable to defeat the loyalist Primarchs.
Under the combined assault of the Wolf King and The Great Angel, Horus fell into decline, struggling to resist.
During the Horus Heresy, he had the blessings of the Chaos Gods, and no one could defeat him, but now, the Wolf King and The Great Angel had each awakened their Warp essence, and possessed the most advanced technological power armor, as well as the blessings of the Emperor and other divine beings.
Overall, their combat power was superior to Horus', after another round of torrential blows, Horus was once again pierced by a spear, black blood gushing out, a gruesome sight.
Their greatswords and spears landed on Horus' body, splitting his skull, cutting his throat, and piercing his chest.
The Wolf King, holding the Spear of Dionysus in one hand and a battle-axe in the other, cleaved open Horus' gill-bones and stabbed through the bundled pipelines in his neck, blood gushed out, splattering into the foul air.
The Great Angel, meanwhile, wielded his war spear, piercing Horus' abdomen, chest, thighs, and other vital areas.
He pierced through the power armor, sub-armor, and flesh, all contaminated by Chaos, finally completely puncturing them.
Horus was struck down to his knees, letting out a painful cry.
"This is the final end, my brother." the Wolf King's voice carried both pain and relief, "It all ends here."
The roaring chainsword came down, and Horus' head flew up, then crashed heavily to the ground, tumbling in the dust.
Horus had already died during the climactic battle of the Great Heresy.
What appeared on the battlefield now was merely a lingering shadow of the past, and now even that shadow was shattered, his last vestige of existence gone.
Loken and the other returning Luna Wolves felt an inexplicable sadness in their hearts.
Their memories of Horus were rapidly fading, and no matter how hard they tried, they could not retain any recollection of the Wolf God.
The Wolf God was truly dead.
Even the concept of his existence was completely erased.
Everything about Horus was over, completely over.
Meanwhile, Magnus was still being brutalized by Vulkan, repeatedly, turned into a pulp.
Perturabo and Dorn were fighting.
Equally intense, each collision caused the ground to shake and terrifying energy to continuously surge.
Their grievances had accumulated for a long time, and now it was time for a complete reckoning.
"I never thought you could come out of that hellhole completely unscathed."
Perturabo blocked Dorn's greatsword, then spun and kicked him back.
The Lord of Iron had always known Dorn was trapped in Khorne's domain, but he had never spoken of it, because he greatly anticipated seeing Dorn eventually submit to Khorne.
That way, he could cruelly mock his brother.
However, Dorn had been trapped for millions, even tens of millions of years, yet he had not changed in the slightest.
Dorn was still the same Dorn.
"The iron that prided itself on immortality has corroded, and silent stones have built the Empire's foundation."
These words echoed repeatedly in Perturabo's mind, causing him immense pain.
Perturabo could not tolerate such a thing; he was clearly the most excellent one.
In terms of technological insight, construction, siege warfare, and defense, how could Dorn compare to him?
But why was Dorn's reputation so high, while his was so poor?
Perturabo continuously swung his great hammer, attempting to defeat Dorn.
However, Dorn was like a mighty wall; no matter what kind of attack he launched, the other remained unmoving, calmly parrying his assaults.
"Are you so arrogant now? You don't even deign to speak to me?"
Perturabo roared.
Dorn, however, merely looked at him with calm eyes.
This caused the Lord of Iron to break down somewhat.
If Dorn had raged and shouted, or screamed that he would kill him, he could have accepted it, but the other said nothing at all, and that was the most damaging approach.
Silence was the greatest contempt.
Perturabo attacked again and again, and Dorn blocked again and again; their collisions ultimately stirred up storms beyond imagination.
However, even when Perturabo poured all his strength into it, Dorn remained as calm as ever.
With Horus' demise, The Great Angel and the Wolf King came to support Dorn.
Perturabo immediately found himself besieged by three Primarchs.
He roared continuously, swinging his great hammer, wanting to defeat his three brothers.
However, anger changed nothing.
Ultimately, he was punched in the face by the Wolf King and fell heavily to the ground.
Perturabo tried to get up and continue fighting.
The three Primarchs swarmed him, punching, kicking, slashing with blades, and thrusting with spears.
They forcibly beat the Lord of Iron until he lost the ability to resist, taking him alive.
"Cowardly and despicable."
"Outnumbering me, what kind of hero is that?"
Perturabo shouted repeatedly, furious beyond measure.
The Great Angel ignored him, directly took out a dimension cube, and sealed him away.
Meanwhile, Fulgrim also faced his darkest hour.
His opponent was Ferrus.
"Before, I could cut off your head once; now, I can cut it off again."
Fulgrim had been unable to defeat Ferrus for a long time, making him extremely irritable.
"Is that so?" Ferrus' voice was hoarse but filled with unparalleled rage.
Each collision between the two stirred up terrifying energy storms.
Neither could overcome the other, but when Guilliman joined the battle, the situation instantly reversed.
Fulgrim had already had an arm cut off earlier and had not recovered.
Now, besieged by two loyalist Primarchs, he immediately fell into dire straits, completely unable to fight back, after an intense battle.
Guilliman plunged a short sword into Fulgrim's neck.
Instantly, blood with a strange fragrance gushed out, a gruesome sight.
"This is for you, Fulgrim."
Guilliman shouted.
Fulgrim tried to say something, but the gushing blood choked his throat, and he coughed up blood, unable to speak.
"This is for you too." Ferrus also roared.
He swung his flaming warhammer upwards, striking the other's chin.
The Daemon Primarch's jaw instantly shattered, and his massive body flew backward.
Ferrus stepped forward, picked up his heavy hammer, and broke Fulgrim's limbs one by one.
Then, under the hateful gaze of the purple phoenix, he sealed him away using a dimension cube.
"You won't die so easily, because such a punishment is not enough to atone for the crimes you've committed."
Ferrus said calmly.
The Daemon Primarchs fell one after another.
Even Mortarion could no longer hold out.
"This time, no one will save you."
"Didn't I tell you last time to send Typhus to fight me? Why is it still you, you small fry!!!"
Jaghatai Khan's tone was mocking.
Every word was infuriating, making Mortarion's rotten lungs feel like they would explode, but he couldn't defeat Jaghatai Khan.
Under the influence of various factors, Jaghatai Khan was already stronger than him.
Now, one person alone was enough to make him unable to lift his head, after an intense battle, Mortarion was once again defeated by Jaghatai Khan.
"Defeating a waste really brings no joy at all."
Jaghatai Khan's voice was calm, yet it broke Mortarion's spirit.
When Mortarion tried to take them both down, he was frozen by the light emitted from the dimension cube in Jaghatai Khan's hand.
"Suffer slowly in nothingness."
With that, he locked Mortarion inside the dimension cube.
Lorgar goes without saying.
Even though Lion was white-haired, fighting this waste was still like child's play for him.
Not long after the battle began, he disgracefully pinned the Primarch to the ground and beat him savagely.
He once beat Lorgar to the point of a mental breakdown.
He tried to borrow power from the Extradimensional Old Gods, but the vigilant Lion interrupted him, then beat him up again.
He literally beat the shit out of him.
Then, he swiftly sealed him along with his own excrement.
Lorgar, trapped in the dimension cube, had an indescribable look of despair on his face.
Sealed away with his own excrement, he would surely become the laughingstock of all humanity.
With the completion of the Aether Phase Engine, a massive amount of Warp energy was siphoned off every moment, turning the planet Moro into an Aether black hole.
The Warp energy formed a terrifying, swirling black hole with Moro as its center.
Demons were unable to maintain their forms on Moro, or even in the nearby star systems, because as soon as they approached, their energy would be absorbed by the Aether Phase Engine, causing them to collapse and perish.
This led to the Chaos Gods' demonic armies being unable to sustain combat, ultimately resulting in their collapse.
The Four Chaos Gods retreated to their own domains, consolidating their forces.
The Battle of Moro ended with a decisive victory for the Imperium of Man.
The Chaos Gods suffered heavy losses, with countless casualties, all the Daemon Primarchs were captured and imprisoned in the Dimensional Cube.
Ultimately, these individuals were sculpted into kneeling, static statues, lined up along the Triumphal Avenue leading to the Imperial Palace.
Lorgar's fate was the most desolate; the Imperium's personnel harbored a deep hatred for the Daemon Primarchs.
How could they possibly waste time tidying his appearance? He was simply left to wallow in his own filth.
Even in stasis, a Primarch's mind can still think.
This is an ability possessed by every Primarch.
However, Lorgar now deeply loathed this ability.
He would rather lose the capacity for thought than endure such torment.
Unfortunately, there was no medicine for regret in this world, besides the Daemon Primarchs, many powerful Chaos traitors also met their downfall, either executed or made into kneeling statues, atoning for their past mistakes until the moment the universe perished.
The victory in the Battle of Moro signified humanity's complete dominance.
Mars dispatched multiple fleets, using lighthouses and the Webway to travel everywhere, carrying out repair work.
They repaired the Warp rifts, allowing the galaxy to return to peace.
The once arrogant Chaos forces retreated back into the Warp, but the Imperium of Man did not stop there, as the Time Calamity and the Aether Phase Engine operated, Warp energy was depleting, which meant the power of Chaos was fading.
This was the best opportunity to defeat Chaos.
The Imperium quickly assembled a large army near the shattered planet Cadia.
They planned to utterly destroy the Eye of Terror and eliminate the traitors serving Chaos.
The Emperor and Daniel stood side by side on the Imperial Glory, looking at the entrance to the Eye of Terror in the distance.
It pulsed with mixed purple and white light, incredibly evil.
Even a few glances felt as if it could swallow people's souls.
The Players were on various warships, incredibly excited.
"Is it finally starting?"
"Punch Abaddon, kick Honsou, haha."
"Purge! Purge! Kill! Kill! Kill!"
"..."
Every one of them was eagerly anticipating breaking through the Chaos forces' defenses and rushing into the Warp to unleash a massacre.
The Primarchs, however, had solemn expressions, After tens of thousands of years, the final reckoning had finally arrived, after flattening the Eye of Terror, the Chaos Gods' influence on the material Universe would be weakened to an unimaginable degree.
"Give the order, All of this should end now."
Daniel looked at the Eye of Terror, his tone calm.
The Emperor nodded, swung his longsword, and his voice echoed in the ears of every Commander and participating soldier.
"Attack! Win the final victory!"
Even before the war began, he had held several mobilization meetings.
Now, further mobilization would undoubtedly only be a waste of time and energy.
Sky Punishment Colossus after Sky Punishment Colossus activated, immensely vast, their engines emitting bright light, propelling the massive hulls forward.
Resounding Ecclesiarchy hymns emanated from every warship, forming a holy field to resist Chaos corruption.
The anti-Warp matrix built by the Star Gods was also ready.
If anything went wrong, it would immediately activate, creating a psychic vacuum.
Facing Chaos forces that had been severely wounded multiple times, the Imperial army was unstoppable, sweeping all before them.
Many planets occupied by Chaos forces were burned to glass before they even had a chance to resist.
The Players of the Emperor Hammers landed on a planet named Olianthius.
They discovered that this planet was a curled-up, pathologically obese giant.
There were also a group of twisted Noise Marines on it, and tentacled monsters that completely defied human imagination.
"Fire particle annihilation beams."
In such a situation, Warmaster unhesitatingly gave the order to destroy, utterly annihilating the planet that had become a giant.
Under the bombardment of several Sky Punishment Colossus, the giant screamed incessantly, finally exploding and dying a miserable death.
"Now that's efficiency." Yuji nodded in satisfaction, "Did those P-Corp guys travel back from Stellaris? Even the text perfectly matches my current mood."
"What a poor big guy, didn't even get to eat a person before being blown up." Fred expressed sympathy, "I really hope he can be resurrected."
"Are you planning to sacrifice yourself, emulate the Buddha feeding the eagle, and abandon your small self to feed that monster?" Caesar asked.
Sea Turtle looked at Fred, a look of disdain on his face, "Did you do too much manual labor last night and lose your mind? Why are you so 'Mother Mary' now?"
"Is being 'Mother Mary' not good? The galaxy needs love, only love can enlighten this universe, I want him to resurrect, and then I'll personally fire the cannons, enlightening him with fierce love."
Adrance, nearby, shook his head, "Your love, that monster can't bear it, It's better for it to just die quickly."
"Your love is truly too great, you should sit at the same table as Khorne." Daigo also commented.
"..."
On the other side, the Han Dajiang group also descended onto the surface of a Daemon World.
This world was ruled by the Dimensional Smith Valadrak.
Countless daemon factories stood on the surface, where enslaved daemons and mortals toiled day and night without rest.
Even if they died, their souls would be imprisoned there, never to escape for eternity.
"This guy is definitely a capitalist."
After breaking into a daemon factory and seeing the enslaved daemons inside, Director even felt some pity.
The Dimensional Smith Valadrak enslaved mortals and daemons equally, purely treating them as consumables.
"Let's break into that guy's fortress." Silent Night Sky said, "Whether in reality or in a game, capitalists should be hung on lampposts."
"I agree." the unlucky Che Xing Zai nodded in agreement.
"Let's go, overthrow that damned capitalist!" The shy Sea Star shouted, raising his arms.
Seeing the miserable state of the daemon factories, the Han Dajiang Players were full of drive.
They furiously slaughtered the working daemons and mortals in their way, storming into the Dimensional Smith Valadrak's castle, after a bitter struggle, they finally killed this Chaos Lord, cut off his head, and hung it on a lamppost.
Combat Roses, Demon Hunter, and other Player Battle Groups also encountered their respective enemies, but under their powerful combat strength, these enemies quickly collapsed, becoming souls under their swords.
The Eye of Terror rapidly fell, planet after planet, either completely annihilated or broken by the Imperium, with Chaos Lords slain.
Ecclesiarchy priests blessed the worlds that could still be saved, expelling corruption and allowing the land to regain vitality.
The Star Gods also helped humanity reshape the physical laws of the Eye of Terror, repairing the void created by Slaanesh's birth.
"We're back, we're back."
Eldrad and other Eldar seers stepped onto the surviving ruins of the ancient Eldar Empire, shedding tears of excitement.
When Slaanesh was born, the ancient Eldar Empire, which indulged in unrestrained debauchery, was destroyed.
Now, returning to their homeland, they naturally felt a flood of emotions.
"Everything has changed beyond recognition." Eldar also sighed with emotion.
"There will be hope for a new rise." Cegorach said, "The universe has a very, very long lifespan."
"Let's collect the fragments of Khaine, Although he is mad, he is still our companion after all."
"Let's do it." Inyad, the Eldar Death God, nodded, "Recall our former companions and rebuild the Eldar's home."
Bloody-Handed Khaine was the War God of the Eldar Pantheon, When the Eldar fell, he was one of the three surviving gods.
Khorne and Slaanesh vied for ownership of him, Ultimately, Slaanesh, unable to defeat Khorne, shattered Khaine, causing his body to become countless fragments.
The way to resurrect him was to collect the fragments and reshape his body.
This task would have been very difficult in the past, because the Chaos Gods would not allow such a thing to happen, but now, the Imperium of Man held the upper hand, and the Chaos Gods kept their domain gates tightly shut, ignoring their followers who were being slaughtered outside.
No one would care if they collected Khaine's fragments.
Moreover, they could use the Imperium of Man's lighthouse teleportation network and the newly built Webway, which greatly accelerated their collection efficiency.
Soon, they collected most of Khaine's fragments and reshaped them into a massive Khaine.
Upon resurrection, Khaine was as enraged and insane as ever.
He even tried to turn the tables, demanding that humanity kneel before him.
The result was predictable: at Daniel's command, the Star Gods swarmed him, punching and kicking, until the Bloody-Handed Khaine's eyes cleared and he was no longer insane.
Khaine was very unconvinced, but facing the Emperor and Daniel, who could destroy him, he could only choose to submit, kneeling before them and acknowledging the Imperium of Man's rule over the galaxy.
"Truly unifying the galaxy in every sense of the word." Trazyn took a photo of Khaine kneeling before the Emperor and the Saint.
This was very memorable.
"An unprecedented feat, it was actually achieved."
Orikan also sighed.
He had lived for so long.
Countless overlords had claimed they would unify the galaxy, but so far, only the Old Ones and humanity had succeeded.
Everyone else just talked about it, never achieving it.
Undoubtedly, a new era was about to begin.
The matter of the Bloody-Handed Khaine was merely a minor interlude, but it also highlighted the power of the Imperium of Man.
There were no longer any enemies in the material Universe that could threaten them.
The Eye of Terror war progressed very quickly.
The Chaos Gods had been severely weakened in the Battle of Moro, and now faced the dilemma of constantly having their Warp energy drained.
The Imperium of Man was determined to completely drain Immaterium.
If they were to act casually again, it would certainly accelerate their depletion and lead to weakness.
For this reason, they no longer heeded the prayers of their followers, and were likewise frantically devouring Warp energy as reserves.
Without the help of the Chaos Gods, the Chaos traitors in the Eye of Terror couldn't even defeat the Imperium of Man before its reforms, let alone after.
They were quickly routed.
They couldn't win, nor could they escape, They were either annihilated by the Imperium or captured, becoming prisoners, sculpted into statues kneeling near the Triumphal Avenue.
When Abaddon, Ahriman, Honsou, and other powerful traitors were killed or captured, the Eye of Terror war also came to an end.
The Eye of Terror became history, repaired by the Imperium of Man.
Those corrupted daemon worlds were also cleansed of corruption by the Imperium of Man using various means, regaining their lush vitality and returning to their original appearance, as the Eye of Terror campaign neared its end.
Daniel had Arale release a new expansion pack for the Players, sending them to conquer the Warp, by killing powerful Warp entities or daemons, they could obtain law fragments, which would allow them to continue strengthening themselves and become demigods.
The Players were naturally full of enthusiasm for this, each one brimming with drive, at the same time, Daniel and the Emperor were also discussing the open beta.
They planned to allow more Players to participate.
Once they defeated the Chaos Gods and reclaimed the Eight-Pointed Star created by the Old Ones, they would have to face the greatest threat to the galaxy—the Extradimensional Old Gods.
The more Players there were, the more things they could do.
Warhammer OL had now become the most popular game, with countless people queuing for internal test slots.
It was bound to usher in a wave of Players, allowing them to participate in the campaigns to defeat the Chaos Gods and clear out the invading Swarm, giving them initial growth, at that time, they could be used as cannon fodder against the Extradimensional Old Gods.
"Then let's prepare for the open beta."
After discussion, the Emperor and Daniel decided that in ten days.There would be a large-scale server shutdown for maintenance, and then connections would be opened, allowing all who wished to play to participate.., within the Webway.
"Hahahaha, I escaped, I escaped!"
The terrifying-looking Erebus roared in the mist-shrouded, empty Webway.
He had forgotten how long he had been tormented by the Commoragh Overlord Vect.
He only remembered being dismembered and reassembled by him again and again.
Each time was so painful, even his soul became fragmented, full of stitched marks.
If not for the intense hatred sustaining Erebus, he would have died long ago.
"Now, I'm back, I will make everyone pay the price."
"Both the Drukhari and the Imperium of Man must die, I will unleash the Chaos Gods completely and utterly destroy the galaxy."
Erebus, dragging his broken body, found a decaying Webway node.
He cast his will into the Warp, seeking the help of the Gods, seeking their assistance.
"Eh~~ Did I just cross over to another parallel warhammer??"
"What? The Eye of Terror was destroyed by the Imperium of Man, and Abaddon was captured??"
"Why are the Corpse Emperor's armies rampaging through the Gods' domains??"
Erebus suddenly felt like the sky had fallen, and he was questioning everything.
What exactly had happened during the time he was imprisoned??
Just as Erebus was confused, a cold voice came.
"My little darling must be around here, search carefully."
"How dare you escape, It seems I'll have to give my little darling a good 'loving' time."
Upon hearing this voice, Erebus instantly shivered, because this voice belonged to that madman, the Commoragh Overlord Vect.