Upon hearing the report, Datch was left speechless.
Those men were undoubtedly traitors to the Emperor's sons—how could there even be a possibility that they were Fallen Angels?
Even before they confessed to their crimes, you did something to them that could never be forgiven!
At that moment, a notification popped up, indicating the task was complete.
[Congratulations on mission completion! You have located and confirmed the survival of Garran Crowe, Castellan Champion of the Grey Knights' Purifiers.]
[Quest Rewards: EXP 1500, Points 1500, Reputation 300, Michael Jackson's Crazy Dancer Outfit x1]
"Alright! Mission complete."
Upon catching a glimpse of the flamboyant and gaudy dancer outfit in the game's inventory, Datch's eyes darted back to Crowe beside him.
It wasn't that he was captivated by the other's handsome face. Rather, a new, golden question mark had appeared above the rescued Grey Knight Lord's head.
He was pleased to see there was a follow-up task.
"Lord Crowe," Datch rushed over, gazing at Crowe expectantly.
"Is there anything else I can help with?"
In the world of Warhammer, only loyalty and duty are above betrayal.
Crowe glanced at Datch, considered his options, and chose to trust this odd, nameless man.
"The Masque of Slaanesh are plotting a blasphemous feast to poison the citizens of the Empire.
With our current strength, it will be difficult to stop them. Nameless one, I ask for your aid—fight with us, overthrow the masquerade, and put an end to this chaotic turmoil."
As soon as he finished, Datch's mission interface unfolded before him.
[Mission: Aid Lord Garran Crowe in achieving his final victory.
The Masque of Slaanesh succubus seeks to regain her capricious master's favor with an unprecedented performance fusing excruciating pain and twisted aesthetics.
Eight worlds serve as the stage, with billions as actors or sacrifices.
The Grey Knight, Garran Crowe, wielding the forbidden sword, is determined to end this nightmare and asks for your help.]
[Rewards: EXP 1500, Points 1500, Reputation 200, Emperor Armor Transformation Device x1]
Emperor Armor Transformation Device? Datch exclaimed inwardly at the sight of the reward.
That's the top-level item in the Armor Hero IP universe, able to summon the most powerful Emperor Armor.
You could smack down those demonic villains, kick traitors and villains into orbit!
Although Datch was excited inside, a sudden thought struck him, and he immediately clicked to read the detailed description.
After just a few lines, the happiness faded from his face.
Of course! No way would a shady manufacturer give out such an amazing item for free!!
The details specified the ultimate Emperor form, the evolved ultimate Emperor Armor, and forms that would need to be unlocked gradually by spending corresponding points.
"You can't even take a single step without points..."
Datch sighed helplessly, but after seeing the cool armor preview images, he secretly felt delighted.
Whatever else—at the end of the day, he was handsome. Incredibly handsome.
With the device destroyed and the chaos space marines who presided over the ritual killed,
the demonic assault on Sandava III weakened visibly.
Even more miraculously, the spatial anchor of the entire planet changed, and it slowly fell away from the warp storm, dropping into real space.
Without the power of the warp, the remaining daemons were driven back like an ebbing tide, leaving only wreckage and piles of bodies in their wake.
However, an emergency communication from the Grey Knights to the orbital cruiser introduced new developments.
"My lord! We are no longer in the Sandava system. According to navigation, we seem to be somewhere uncharted—a void far from any star!"
Crowe felt a chill down his spine and immediately led his men back to the ship in orbit to check the situation.
After Datch had shed his Imperial persona, he led his Dark Angels contingent back to Scoria's nest, surrounded by corpse-filled dams.
There, tens of millions of survivors remained.
If he rescued all of them, he could earn a ton of points.
"Alright, time to get to work."
Datch summoned Life Spirit again, asking him to tackle the pollution brought on by Slaanesh's daemons.
Snap! Snap!
Life Spirit worked hard, shouting as he spread a green light that bred life and hope.
It swept over the piles of corpses and the ground, saturated with filth and chaos.
The bodies visibly decomposed and softened quickly, turning into fertile organic matter; the stench gave way to the fragrance of grass and earth.
From the scorched land, new green sprouts emerged, quickly followed by wildflowers of many colors and young trees sending out branches.
The chaos left by the daemons was forcibly absorbed and digested by the cycle of life.
Under Life Spirit's power, Sandava III's entire ecosystem rebooted at a billionfold speed, transforming into a beautiful, vibrant garden world.
With everything done, Datch was finally satisfied and teleported to the Grey Knights' assault cruiser.
On the bridge, the Grey Knights had originally prepared to carry out an extermination order for Sandava III.
Destroying all traces of daemon influence is the best way to prevent the spread of corruption.
However, faced with the irrationally fast-growing greenery and scanners showing rapidly normalizing environmental parameters, they were left perplexed.
None of them had ever encountered such a situation before!
"My lord, should we still issue the extermination directive?"
Grey Knight Drake looked to Lord Crowe, and the others did likewise.
Crowe gazed out the window in silence for a while, watching the planet turn green.
The nameless one's abilities were too formidable—healing, disguise, teleportation, even planet-wide purification.
Most importantly, he possessed the Grand Master Voldus' seal and commanded the Dark Angels.
This showed he held a high rank.
To destroy a planet purified before their own eyes, would be like courting death.
"Let's hold off for now," Crowe finally decided. "Return to Titan, review the relevant files, consult the other Grand Masters, and then make a final decision."
As soon as Datch arrived on the orbital cruiser, he used the World Editor to send Sandava III to the nearest stellar system.
This was to make sure the locals wouldn't perish from starvation or freezing once daylight and warmth were lost.
Crowe' group was greatly astounded. A planet that massive vanished in an instant.
But that wasn't what shocked them the most.
When the Grey Knights jumped to the nearest stellar system with their warp engines...
They found that the exiled planet Sandava III was already orbiting that star.
Crowe and all the Grey Knights fell into stunned silence—such power, to move a planet regardless of distance, how was this any different from the work of a god?
If they couldn't clearly sense he didn't have the Emperor's power, they would have truly mistaken Datch for the Emperor himself.
After this event, Crowe and the others held even greater respect for Datch.
The only downside: whenever Crowe and the other Grey Knights wanted to question Datch,
he would always get irritated, shout "Skip!", never obey orders or follow rules.
He went wherever he pleased.
At first, they tried to stop him, but after failing several times, they gave up.
The survivors in Scoria's nest marveled at these miracles.
They did not know exactly what had happened, but were certain the daemons had been repulsed, the land restored, and the sun shone once more.
They cheered Datch as their savior, even building a statue in his honor.
For Life Spirit as well, a cute little statue was placed beside Datch's.
Another planet's faith empowered Life Spirit, growing stronger as time passed.
…
Relocation of Sandava III brought Crowe and company close to the Angrieve system.
After a few short warp jumps, their ship reached the outer rim of the Angrieve system.
To save teleport gun ammo, Datch chose to travel with the ship instead.
During this time, his appearance shifted again:
He still wore that outlandish, ridiculous jester helmet.
His power armor had changed from the original golden and red of the Blood Angels to a five-colored motif of the Chosen Ones.
Normally, the Grey Knights, who appreciated solemnity and majesty, couldn't help but twitch their lips at Datch's new look.
Even Crowe, who had fought daemons for centuries, couldn't endure it anymore.
It was simply too bizarre.
…
Upon entering the Angrieve system, new scan data reached Crowe and his companions.
The inside of the star system was unnaturally clean.
All asteroid belts, meteor showers, and comet clouds had disappeared, leaving only the central star and seven planets.
"This doesn't match the star chart's coordinates for the Angrieve System."
The tech priest serving the Grey Knights compared star maps and noticed anomalies.
"The whole system is on the move, planetary orbit parameters are… this is unnatural. Or rather…"
"It's like a dance," Crowe answered in a low voice—his psychic powers revealed a sliver of truth.
The seven planets were dancing to a malicious rhythm.
"It's choreographed," confirmed the tech priest.
Furthermore, faint communication signals were detected.
Within the seven worlds, life signs still stirred—many nests were shrouded in darkness and silence, scarred by flames and violence, but not entirely dead.
"The enemy is fueling their sinister art with the fear, despair, and dying agony of innocents."
Crowe' voice trembled with anger, his fists clenched.
"These mongrels of chaos will pay for what they've done!"
The tech priest brought up a scan projection, showing the surface conditions of the seven planets in a simplified diagram.
Despite the interference and weak signals over large areas, clusters of strong life signs were unmistakable.
Crowe fixated on one planet; his psychic intuition told him that was the nexus of invisible fate and malice.
"This is the core—the origin, the site of this blasphemous dance."
Just then, the bridge's oracle array sounded a piercing alarm.
"Unidentified fleet signal detected! Rapidly approaching! ID code… it's the Holy Hammer Order fleet!"
Before the Grey Knights could respond, a cold, authoritative female voice came through a comms channel.
"This is the fleet of High Inquisitor Hadriana Furia. State your identity and purpose."
The Grey Knights revealed themselves and realized the approaching fleet was an ally.
Tensions eased, and Furia invited them aboard her flagship for talks—Crowe agreed.
This fleet had arrived in pursuit of the fugitive traitors, the Emperor's sons.
Inquisitor Furia was accompanied by Canoness Setheno.
Although she had lost her status and membership in her order, her fame and authority were no less than Furia's.
She was a hero of the Empire and had worked with the Grey Knights many times.
Datch approached, eager to watch the cutscene.
His strange attire prompted frowns from the Inquisitor and the wandering nun, but
the assurance of the Dark Angels and Grey Knights allowed him to attend as an observer.
…
"This is a plot—the enemy lured us here not by accident but by careful design,"
Crowe spoke first, expressing his views.
"Those traitors dance for their evil master and seek to use that power to destroy us."
"We must resolve this as soon as possible," said Setheno.
"They likely want to start the ritual when the eighth planet returns to its original place—
we have to end this before that happens."
"There is no eighth planet," Crowe said.
"Sandava III has been purified."
"Never underestimate the enemy's cunning. We must act before the situation worsens," Furia said coldly.
"Are you planning to destroy all the planets with exterminatus?" Crowe asked.
"Do you realize many Imperial citizens are still alive on those worlds?"
"It's the best solution," Furia replied. "Those people are doomed anyway.
Disturbed gravity, solar storms, food and water shortages—
even if we kill the ringleaders and solve this crisis, how will you save the innocent?"
At this, everyone present fell silent.
Yes—how would they save the innocent?
"No," Crowe shook his head again, thinking of the fallen Governor's daughter.
Once loyal, enemy exploitation of her despair turned her into a blade against the Empire.
If they always adopted such a ruthless, efficient approach,
how many would be driven to despair and betrayal?
Crowe looked at Datch, remembering the many miracles he had performed.
"Perhaps there is another way."
"Another way?" Furia sneered. "That's unlike any Grey Knight I know—sure you're not getting soft?"
"There is another way," Crowe replied.
As soon as he approached Datch, a golden question mark appeared over his head,
and the previously statue-still Datch suddenly reanimated.
"Honorable Nameless One, will you help us save the innocent?"
At that moment, Datch's task interface popped up.
[Mission: Rescue the innocents.]
[Seven planets, filled with survivors, swirl in the Angrev System.
Garran Crowe hopes you will save them all.]
[Reward: EXP 1800, Points 1800, Reputation +300, Skill: Sliding Tackle]
Datch was taken aback—he had never received a skill as a mission reward before.
He unconsciously clicked for more details:
Skill: Sliding Tackle (Active):
Spend stamina to disregard gravity and friction, allowing you to slide in any direction—across flat ground, stairs, even up slopes.
[Comment: "When sliding, be careful not to slam your tailbone into a rock."]
It was an insanely powerful skill!
Snapping out of his thoughts, Datch turned to Crowe.
"Of course. I'll help solve this problem."
Datch skipped off, heading to his new mission.
"You must be insane," Inquisitor Furia said bluntly. "Do you really think someone dressed that ridiculously can save an entire system?"
Canoness Setheno did not speak, but her eyes sent the same message.
"First, let's deal with the invasion. The source of this mess is there,"
Crowe pointed to a planet on the star chart, steering the conversation back to fighting daemons.
According to the data, it was called Angrev Prims—originally a planet of the system.
"They must be using some grand ritual to move the entire system," said Setheno.
"Traitors hide there, and we'll have to fight to reach that world."
"We'll win," Crowe replied confidently.
Furia was about to comment when a sudden cry interrupted her train of thought.
Bridge officers pointed to the sensor screen with expressions of disbelief and fear—some got up, trembling with excitement.
"Silence!" Furia frowned, casting an intimidating glare at her unruly subordinates—
it was utterly inappropriate to interrupt key discussions with Grey Knights.
But before she could reprimand, the first shouting navigator turned, pale and shaking, and pointed at the deep-starred void beyond the main observation window.
"M-my lords—it's the stars… the stars themselves are moving!"
The words rippled through the command staff like pebbles thrown in a still pond.
The stars… are moving?
Crowe, Inquisitor Furia, Canoness Setheno, and everyone present stood up at once, rushing to the nearest observation window or retrieving external optical feeds.
What they saw left them speechless.
Outside lay the orbits of the seven planets—warped by an invisible but irresistible force, diverging from their ritual-dictated paths.
The movement seemed slow, but at such cosmic scale, even this visible real-time displacement was terrifyingly unnatural.
The planets were pushed into proper orbits, ensuring they'd receive sunlight and warmth—this act also destroyed the careful arrangements of the masked dancer's ritual.
The synchronized rhythm fell apart; the converging warp energies were thrown into chaos.
"How… how did they do that?" Furia, shocked, turned to Crowe.
"I don't know," Crowe replied bitterly.
"Such power is too immense. The Inquisition must keep this nameless one under surveillance," Furia realized Datch's value immediately.
"He must be bound to our ship and whipped relentlessly, forced to serve the Empire until death."
Mordachi and others, having predicted the Inquisitor would be humbled, remained silent.
Furia immediately sent someone to fetch Datch, but the aide reported back:
the target had already used a mysterious teleport tech to travel to the planets and start rescuing Imperial civilians.
The Inquisitor was at a loss.
She ordered everyone to keep a close eye on the unidentified individual, and to report to her immediately if they made contact.
At this point, Crowe proposed that they address the root problems as quickly as possible.
The suggestion was unanimously approved, and the fleet set course for Angrev Prims, ready to unleash the Emperor's wrath.
…
Meanwhile, on the surface of Prims, the changes were already taking hold.
A palace, whose architecture defied all logic, rose on the land: shimmering crystal, flowing metal, biomaterial, and even solidified sound and light—all combined, constantly shifting in shape and color, resembling an endless dance of madness.
Inside the grandest hall, masked dancers performed their ultimate dance of temptation and pain for the Dark Prince.
But with the planets' orbits disrupted, their efforts were foiled.
Feeling the Dark Prince's attention slip away, the masked dancer let out a cry of rage and despair.
"If only I had a bit more time… I could have earned my master's forgiveness. Now it's all ruined.
That accursed destroyer will pay the price!"
…
Datch, the culprit, was now using Rick's teleport gun to jump between hives.
First, he used a golden hammer to repair the purification systems in the damaged nests, restoring clean water and air to the survivors.
Next, with Life Spirit, he greened the whole world—meaning survivors could live without imported food.
Finally, he used the Multiplication Liquid to drip onto the available food, rapidly increasing it and feeding every survivor.
"Are you a god?"
While Datch was handing out bread, a hungry little girl, clutching a steaming loaf, asked in a devout tone.
"Skip, skip, next!" Datch quickly moved her aside.
Don't think talking to me gets you extra bread, you sly little NPC.
PS: LOL