The narrow, elongated Nachmund Corridor had most of its regions already engulfed in war.
The frontier worlds near the Great Rift had become hell.
From the perspective of the entire galaxy, this entire corridor straddled a massive tear that split the galaxy, connecting the Imperium's sanctuary with the Imperium's dark side.
Vast numbers of traitors, xenos, and daemons poured out from the Great Rift, covering the paths like a shattered galaxy.
Evil warbands formed by Chaos Space Marines roamed the planets.
They wore armor covered in twisted spikes and pulsating flesh. Their ships bore marks of blasphemy and were decorated with the skulls of loyalists.
They roared the names of the Chaos Gods and tore apart resisting Imperial garrisons with bombs and sharp blades.
Xenos who had once been driven out by the Imperium were also beginning to return, taking revenge on humanity and massacring unarmed civilians.
Daemons walked realspace, drawing power from slaughter and becoming drunk on despair.
Human screams were their music, and flowing blood was the nectar they craved.
Some planets were periodically immersed in chaotic tides.
When the tide rose, the sky tore open countless wounds, producing twisted colors and indescribable whispers.
The earth writhed like a living creature, devouring everything that stood upon it.
The planet's surface was covered in flesh and metal, crawling with pulsating organs and screaming faces.
Ordinary humans could not remain sane in such a world, let alone survive.
The fate of these planets was to become daemon realms.
Or perhaps gathering places for pirates, criminals, and cultists.
However, the Imperium continued to fight this unprecedented disaster with fearless sacrifice and courage.
Centered around the main battle group of the Rift Fortress, multiple Space Marine Chapters formed the Brotherhood of the Watch.
Their banners fluttered amid the flames of war, embroidered with oaths of loyalty. They were determined to shed blood only to protect the glory of human civilization and defend the Emperor's territory.
Arcune Corinne Helesana of the Blood Rose Knights was also leading a Church expeditionary force in the Nachmund Corridor.
Her voice echoed through the communication channels, inspiring the fighting spirit of every soldier.
Her Battle Sisters wielded flames and sharp blades, purifying all impurity with the fire of faith.
The Imperial Navy fought fiercely in the void. Although the fleet suffered successive defeats amid the encirclement of the Chaos fleet, new ships kept appearing from the Star Rail.
Astral Army soldiers fought fiercely on the planet's surface, building defenses with their bodies and defending the Emperor's territory with their lives.
They might never see the day of victory, but they firmly believed that their sacrifice would bring the Imperium closer to victory.
However, even with the ability to continuously send resources from the Star Rail and other regions of the galaxy to the Nachmund Corridor warzone, truly winning this war remained impossible.
Because the Chaos side was also betting on the Nachmund Corridor.
The Emissaries of True Light, the Gospel of the Holy Word, and other Chaos factions were secretly conducting missionary activities.
Fallen preachers infiltrated Imperial worlds, corrupting hearts with sweet words and false promises.
They performed blasphemous rituals in dark basements,
spread mad ideas in slums, sowed seeds of doubt in barracks,
and corroded souls were knives stabbed into the back of the Imperium's defensive lines.
Meanwhile, Chaos warbands were continuously building Noctilith Crowns on various planets and asteroid belts.
Those magical crowns were forged from black stone and evil secret arts — entirely pitch black, their surfaces emitting a sickly glow.
They were placed at various important nodes, increasing the intensity of subspace storms.
The more Noctilith Crowns were built, the stronger and more violent the storms became.
Stubbornly resisting Imperial worlds were swallowed by the storms.
People screamed in madness and died in despair.
The planet's surface became a daemon paradise, transforming into the most terrifying nightmare.
Countless Imperial citizens were turned into Chaos slaves.
Their minds were erased, their wills destroyed, leaving only empty shells.
They worked day and night under the whips of overseers, providing bricks and tiles for the Chaos war machine.
This was the Nachmund Corridor — a microcosm of eternal hell, the image the gods wished to reshape the galaxy into.
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Datch passed through the teleportation light tunnel and arrived at the battlefield command center on the planet Organapho.
This planet was an important fortress world.
The 203rd Cadian Army Group under General Dehosar, the Mordian Iron Guard, the Krieg Death Korps, and many Star Corps, along with part of the Primaris Space Marines of the Brotherhood of the Watch, were responsible for the planet's defense.
Initially, General Dehosar faced only a small number of Chaos Space Marines and cultists.
He was still able to command the Imperial forces, launch counterattacks, defeat the enemy, and recapture lost cities.
However, as the fighting intensified and reinforcements from the Black Legion arrived one after another, the situation deteriorated rapidly, and General Dehosar's position became increasingly difficult.
Orbital bombardments by the Chaos fleet destroyed the positions he had painstakingly built.
Chaos Space Marines, tanks, and gunships carrying daemon engines landed one after another.
The powerful forces easily broke through various defensive positions and carried out bloody massacres against the local garrison.
In just one week, the planet's entire defense collapsed.
General Dehosar and over 600,000 Astral Army soldiers were surrounded by the enemy and fell into a deep encirclement.
Upon hearing the call for help, the Brotherhood of the Watch immediately moved to support.
When Datch arrived, Bastian of the Rift Fortress main battle regiment was discussing with Imperial Navy Rear Admiral Van Trost and Major General Frank how to defeat the enemy and rescue General Dehosar.
Datch was still wearing the Emperor's Custodian armor — golden Emperor's Armor — holding the reins in his left hand and resting his right hand lightly on his knee.
The armored giant rooster, covered entirely in vibrant red feathers, also radiated a strong sense of pressure.
Seeing the Nameless One arrive, everyone in the command center was momentarily stunned, then erupted in excited voices.
"Nameless One!"
Bastian suddenly stood up. Surprise appeared on his battle-scarred face, and his heavy power armor let out a faint hum.
He stepped forward, struck his right fist against his chest, and performed the standard Astartes salute.
"Nameless Lord!"
Rear Admiral Van Trost followed closely behind. His naval uniform was neatly arranged, but excitement he could not hide shone in his eyes.
Major General Frank also stood up. Her face was stern, but the corner of her mouth lifted slightly as she returned the salute.
The staff officers, communications officers, and intelligence officers in the command center also stood and saluted.
Their eyes shone with enthusiasm, and their faces were filled with respect and excitement.
The Nameless One — the Emperor's incarnation, a man who walked among the gods of the world and could stand against the Chaos Gods.
As long as he was here, victory would surely belong to the Human Imperium.
Datch looked around, ignored the NPCs, flicked the reins, and the giant rooster headed straight toward Bastian.
"Commander Bastian, do you have a mission you'd like to give me?"
Bastian grinned. These words were like heaven's call to victory.
As long as the Nameless One spoke these words, all that remained was the posture of facing victory.
Bastian turned around, walked to the command console, and quickly slid his fingers across the control panel.
A holographic projection unfolded before him. Arc-like bright rays condensed in the air, depicting the overall image of the planet Organapho.
The planet floated quietly in the void, with numerous fierce battlefields spread across it.
The battles between the two sides were marked by arrows.
The arrowheads were intricately intertwined, like a tangled chaos.
Bastian's finger pointed to a certain region on the planet's surface.
"General Dehosar, commander of the 203rd Cadian Army Group, is currently deeply surrounded by enemy forces."
"Enemy sorcery has cut off communications and reconnaissance. We cannot determine his exact location. All we know is that the last signal he sent came from this area."
Bastian looked at the Nameless One with hopeful eyes.
"If possible, could you help locate General Dehosar and bring him back safely?"
The moment he finished speaking, a semi-transparent light screen appeared in Datch's vision.
[Mission: Go to the occupied zone, find General Dehosar, and bring him safely back to the command center.]
The Chaos military offensive was extremely fierce. General Dehosar was surrounded by the enemy before he could retreat, and his fate was currently unknown.
Commander Bastian hopes that you will advance deep into the occupied zone, find General Dehosar, and rescue him.
Quest Rewards: 2,000 EXP, 2,000 Points, +300 Reputation, DJ Player ×1]
Datch's gaze fell on the reward.
DJ Player?
This reward… is that even a thing?
Is this to encourage me to open a nightclub in the Warhammer world?
Slaanesh as dancers, Khorne as bodyguards, Nurgle providing drinks, Tzeentch handling marketing!!
As for the Emperor — he would definitely be a male model.
One becomes a dancer, the other a male model. The couple returns home together, and only happiness remains.
"This is complete blasphemy!!"
Datch shook his head, dispelling all the vulgar thoughts in his mind, and opened the item details.
[Prop: DJ Player.
An old-fashioned DJ player from the 3K era.
When you choose to use it, a special field is formed.
All living beings within this field will dance to the DJ's rhythm.
Comment: "If I were a DJ, would you love me?"]
"Such a nice little quest, and such a great item reward."
"I accept this mission."
After accepting the mission, Datch pulled on the reins.
The giant rooster raised its head high, puffed out its chest, and let out an ear-splitting crow.
Oh, impressive...
Then, under everyone's gaze, one man and one rooster charged out of the command center and headed straight for the front lines.
"Very well. Now, let's start thinking about the victory feast."
Bastian watched the Nameless One disappear and turned to everyone. "By the way, let's discuss the distribution of merits."
The Nameless One sought merit, but that was futile.
After all, even if he raised his arm and shouted, "Are princes and generals born to be so? The Emperor will take his place,"
the day he shouted it, the Imperial Custodian Guard would come rushing from Terra the next day.
And he would lead the Nameless One to Terra and help him ascend the Golden Throne. He feared his thoughts would change.
…
The sky over Organapho was dyed a sickly purplish-red.
This was a phenomenon caused by subspace energy penetrating reality.
The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, blood, and indescribable corruption.
The earth had been scorched by war multiple times.
Once bustling cities had turned into ruins. Towering buildings had collapsed, and streets were piled with rubble and corpses.
The corpses included Imperial soldiers, Chaos cultists, and twisted mutant creatures.
Their blood mixed and seeped into the earth, staining the soil a strange dark red.
In the distance, the sound of artillery echoed. Flames of explosions rose and fell along the horizon.
The battle cries of Chaos Space Marines echoed through the ruins, mixed with the frenzied shouts of cultists.
And the indescribable, soul-piercing screams of daemons.
Datch rode the giant rooster, swaggering across the battlefield.
His appearance was extremely flashy.
The golden armor of the Emperor's Custodians shone dazzlingly beneath the purplish-red sky.
The rooster occasionally let out crows, announcing its presence across the battlefield.
He was truly displaying extreme arrogance, treating the Chaos heroes as nothing.
Datch's various actions quickly drew the attention of both sides.
When the Imperial soldiers recognized him as the Nameless One, they were overjoyed and let out thunderous cheers.
"The Nameless One is the one without a name."
"He is here. He has come to help us. Victory is decided. Brothers, prepare the feast."
"Blessings to the Nameless One! We are saved!"
Morale soared. Lasguns and grenade launchers unleashed even fiercer firepower, cutting down the enemy's wave attacks.
On the Chaos side, the situation was completely different. Morale was steadily declining.
"The Nameless One — why him!!"
"Why is he here? Why?!"
"We're definitely going to lose..."
Terror welled up in the hearts of Chaos Space Marines. The Nameless One was an existence even more terrifying than his creator, the Emperor.
Cultists trembled throughout their bodies, barely able to grip their weapons. Even the gods they worshipped feared the Nameless One.
Even the daemons stopped their mad laughter and watched the golden figure warily.
When the other party approached, they immediately returned to the subspace.
In the Supreme Heaven, who did not know the cruelty of the Lord of the Absurd!!
"I don't believe in such superstition!"
A hoarse roar came from the ruins.
A Night Lord in black armor, with sunken eyes and a frenzied light in them, was preparing to challenge the Nameless One.
He was a veteran of the Great Crusade. He had fought north and south with the Night Lord, Curze, and had seen every kind of scene.
In this Night Lord's right hand was a massive claw covered in countless Chaos runes.
It was a blessing from the Chaos Gods — permission for his slaughter.
Creatures torn apart by the claw would have their souls devoured and never find peace.
"What Nameless One? What invincible one? It's all right in front of me..."
Before he could finish speaking, the Night Lord showed an expression of terror.
The Nameless One, who should have been killed, had revived and was standing before him.
"You actually dared to wound me? You're already dead meat."
Datch clenched his fist and slammed it hard into the Night Lord's face.
Bang!!
A dull sound rang out. Datch attacked with full force — his strength was terrifying.
The Night Lord's face instantly collapsed. His skull cracked with a sharp sound.
His entire body was sent flying and crashed heavily into the ruins.
Immediately afterward, Datch opened the door to the Room of Requirement.
Under Mordachi's command, the Primaris Space Marines emerged one after another. Their grenade launchers targeted the panicked Night Lords.
In an instant, these traitors were all slaughtered.
"Find Dehosar's location."
Datch threw the Night Lord he had once killed in front of Mordachi.
The interrogation proceeded smoothly.
After the Lion King's resurrection, the Dark Angels could no longer track the Fallen, but their interrogation techniques had not been neglected.
Datch quickly obtained answers from the Night Lord.
General Dehosar and the Imperial remnants were besieged in a fortress.
Surrounding them was Gramosis, a Chaos sorcerer serving the Black Legion.
The sorcerer did not rush to capture the fortress. He was massacring the remaining soldiers.
He wanted to use their despair and pain to please the Chaos Gods and gain further blessings.
After determining the exact location, Datch headed toward the fortress to rescue General Dehosar.
…
The place where General Dehosar was trapped had once been a sturdy fortress.
Thick walls could withstand any conventional attack.
But now it was completely surrounded — impossible to break through.
Daemon engines made of flesh and metal roamed the ruined fortress.
Chaos Space Marines were scattered everywhere — Whisperers, Alpha Legion, and traitors from unknown warbands.
They wove through the ruins, blocking all escape routes for the Imperial remnants.
There were also many cultists.
Most importantly, a Noctilith Crown had been built near the fortress.
The daemon crown stood atop a mountain not far from the fortress — pitch black, its surface emitting a sickly purple glow.
Daemons poured out endlessly from the rift.
Datch stood in the distance, staring at the fortress that was surrounded so tightly not even water could pass through.
"This is going to be a tough fight. Call the Imperial Guard and see what happens."
Datch activated the Infinity Gauntlet and used the power of the Space Gem to open wide-range teleportation channels across the battlefield.
On the other side of the channels was the Throne Room of the Terra Palace.
The Custodians on the opposite side stared at the channel with wide eyes.
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