A sharp alarm echoed throughout the palace. Red warning lights flashed violently in every corridor.
They dyed the dim corridors a dazzling crimson.
The traitors had no idea who had opened the spatial channel.
All they saw was a spatial channel connected to the Terra Palace.
The Emperor's throne was right in front of them. If they charged in, overthrew the throne, killed the Emperor, and obtained the gods' reward,
this would be the best opportunity to defeat the False Emperor.
What they needed to know was that Horus's rebellion at the time had only reached the sanctuary.
Abaddon had planned meticulously for ten thousand years, yet to this day he had never set foot in the Sol System.
Crossing this spatial channel would lead them to the Terra Palace.
"For the Dark Gods!"
"Kill! Kill all the False Emperor's lackeys!"
"Blood sacrifice! Blood God!"
"Skulls for the Skull Throne!"
The traitors let out blasphemous roars and charged madly toward the teleportation channel.
The power armor of the Chaos Space Marines roared violently as they ran.
The screams of cultists echoed through the corridors.
The daemons wanted to chase after him.
On the other side of the channel, the Emperor released golden waves, sweeping away the frenzied daemons.
In an instant, those daemons turned to ash and vanished into the air.
"Enemy attack!"
"The palace has been breached!"
"Enemies have appeared in the Throne Room! In the Throne Room!"
Imperial guards stationed throughout the palace rushed in from all directions, filled with chaos!!
The enemy had not even broken through the outer defensive lines — how had they reached the Throne Room?
Trajann, the commander of the Imperial Custodian Guard, was the fastest. He stood on the other side of the channel, wielding a halberd and fighting the charging traitors.
The axe in his hand moved so fast it was invisible to the naked eye. Golden afterimages filled the air.
The sharp tip of the axe, wreathed in arcs, sliced through the air and tore through the necks of Chaos Space Marines.
Savagely helmeted heads flew upward. Foul-smelling blood sprayed from the severed necks.
The headless corpses, driven by inertia, took two steps forward before crashing heavily to the ground with a roar.
Trajann was like a ruthless god of slaughter. His golden figure wove among the traitors, harvesting their lives.
Every time he swung his long-handled battle axe, he tore apart the corpses of the enemies before him.
Warriors blessed by Chaos — killing machines that had once shaken countless worlds — now appeared as fragile as paper before him.
Imperial Custodians from all over the palace rushed over, gathering behind Trajann to form an impenetrable golden wall.
"Advance. Drive the enemy out."
Trajann calmly issued orders. His voice echoed through the communication channels — calm yet powerful.
The Imperial Custodians advanced in perfect order. With every step, the ground trembled, pushing back the traitors' formation.
The traitors charged forward in disorder, trying to break through the gaps, but were crushed like mantises trying to stop a tank — crushed by the Imperial Custodians.
In an instant, the Imperial Custodians seized control of the spatial channel, pushed back to the planet Organapho, and began fighting the Chaos forces surrounding the ruined fortress.
Datch watched the scene, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly.
Not bad. Not bad.
The combat power of the Imperial Custodian Guard was indeed strong.
With the Space Stone in hand, he could summon them freely.
Datch pulled on the giant rooster's reins.
The rooster raised its head and let out a loud crow, then charged toward the Chaos-worshipping enemies.
Datch freely swung the Moon Greatsword. Sword energy born from moonlight exploded, tearing through enemies.
The giant rooster also joined the battle. It spread its wings and flapped violently, blowing away the cultists around it.
A light swing of its claws easily tore apart the corpses of cultists.
Its swift pecks easily pierced through the chests of Chaos Space Marines.
The corner of Trajann's mouth moved slightly. Seeing the Nameless One appear on the battlefield,
he knew it was the other party's doing.
Opening a teleportation channel in the Throne Room was one thing — but placing it in the Throne Room was another.
The hearts of the Imperial Custodian Guard had been strengthened, but even they could not endure such chaos!!
However, Datch ignored Trajann's words. Without saying anything, he charged toward General Dehosar and lifted him up, heading for the battlefield command center.
Seeing the other party ignore him and leave riding the giant rooster, Trajann truly felt powerless.
The Imperial Custodian Guard had remained in the palace for ten thousand years. After Guilliman's return, they had sent some troops to handle Imperial affairs.
They had thought they had reached their limit.
After all, the Imperial Custodian Guard's main task was not to save the galaxy, but to protect the Emperor and the palace.
However, the Nameless One had made a big move.
The palace guards had not left the palace — no problem.
And now they were deploying battlefields in the palace.
The Imperial Custodian Guard did not need to leave the palace. They could fight — killing two birds with one stone.
…
The air inside the command center was filled with cheers.
Datch carried General Dehosar inside and charged in.
The old general was completely flustered by him. His expression was extremely complicated.
On one hand, he was grateful to have been rescued. On the other, he felt awkward about being carried like this.
"The General has returned!"
"General Dehosar has been rescued!"
"Long live the Nameless One!"
Amid the cheers of everyone in the command center, Datch received the mission completion notification.
[Mission Complete. Congratulations on going to the occupied zone, finding General Dehosar, and bringing him safely back to the command center.]
[Quest Rewards: 2,000 EXP, 2,000 Points, +300 Reputation, DJ Player ×1]
After completing the mission and receiving the reward, Datch left Organapho and headed for the next mission location.
He rode the giant rooster, wandering through the worlds of the Nachmund Corridor.
It was like having bricks — he could move wherever needed.
In the Repold star system, he teamed up with the Changeling to thwart the plots of the Speaker Legion and the Alpha Legion.
Those traitors had secretly incited ignorant civilians, spreading conspiracies, trying to provoke civil war within the Imperium and pit loyal soldiers and citizens against each other.
Transformed into a detective, Datch easily exposed the truth.
The Changeling took on the role of an Alpha Legion commander, issuing a series of contradictory orders. The entire conspiracy self-destructed amid the chaos.
In the end, the traitors of the Alpha Legion and Speaker Legion were all executed by Datch.
At the asteroid mine GD-38-B, Datch and Skarbrand repelled an invading Khorne daemon army.
Those mad daemons rampaged through the mine, massacring the pitiful miners.
In the end, the invading daemons were torn apart by Skarbrand. The ritual was forcibly disrupted and they were banished.
With Datch's help, the Imperial side of the Nachmund Corridor gradually regained the upper hand. Many fallen planets were recaptured, and the Imperium's double-headed eagle banner was raised once more.
…
The Colossal Rift was the most important waterway in the Nachmund Corridor and the only route for Chaos forces to reach the Imperium's dark side.
At this moment, two massive fleets were fighting here. Dense beams and shells formed continuous barrages, with wave attacks continuing.
The light of explosions illuminated the pitch-black, icy void.
Admiral Prisca stood on the bridge of the flagship Hammer Reich.
Looking out through the massive porthole, he stared at the battlefield outside, his expression solemn.
His enemy was the Chaos fleet commanded by Star Stealer Haarken.
Their main objective was to seize the Colossal Rift, break through the Imperium's blockade, and then plunder many dark worlds of the Imperium.
Amid the chaotic void battlefield, a massive flagship stood out.
That was Star Stealer Haarken — the ship of the Cursed Pioneer.
Its hull was several times larger than the surrounding ships, like a terrifying giant beast.
The main gun caliber at the prow was large enough to cover an entire frigate. A faintly eerie subspace glow flickered at the muzzle.
The Chaos fleet far outnumbered the Imperial fleet. Enemy battleships kept appearing from the subspace one after another.
The battlefield situation had become overwhelmingly disadvantageous in numbers, and the Imperial fleet was gradually losing control of the Colossal Rift.
At that moment, a green teleportation light tunnel appeared in the air.
Hearing the commotion, Admiral Prisca turned around and saw Datch riding the giant rooster.
"Nameless Lord!"
Prisca smiled with a solemn expression.
The others on the bridge also showed surprised expressions.
Some even let out excited cheers.
When the Nameless One appeared, victory was decided.
Datch rode the giant rooster closer to Prisca.
"Admiral Prisca, do you have a mission you'd like to give me?"
Prisca suppressed his excitement, took a deep breath, and pointed at the Chaos fleet outside the porthole.
"Nameless One, please help us win the Battle of the Colossal Rift and personally defeat that evil Chaos Lord — Star Stealer Haarken."
The moment he finished speaking, a mission panel appeared in Datch's vision.
[Mission: Assist Imperial Admiral Prisca in winning the Battle of the Colossal Rift and eliminating Star Stealer Haarken.
The Colossal Rift is an important passage in the Nachmund Corridor. Controlling it here would block the Chaos forces' path to the Imperium's dark side.
Star Stealer Haarken has assembled a massive Chaos fleet to break through the blockade and bring destruction to billions in the Imperium's dark side.
Please help Admiral Prisca win this crucial battle and personally end Haarken's evil life.
Quest Rewards: 3,000 EXP, 3,000 Points, +800 Reputation, Gotham Crown Transformation Experience Card ×5]
As the ruthless-working Emperor, Datch nodded upon seeing the mission.
"I'll help with this mission."
Then, before everyone's eyes, he used the power of the Space Gem in the Infinity Gauntlet to open a spatial channel in the void.
On the other side of the spatial channel was the currently dormant massive Imperial Navy.
When Admiral Prisca saw this scene, he was visibly excited and immediately sent a support request message to the Imperial Navy.
The Imperial Navy responded quickly and promised support.
When this navy joined the battlefield, the situation of the Battle of the Colossal Rift changed dramatically.
Victory was now within reach for Admiral Prisca.
"So this is what it feels like to have someone backing you up?"
Admiral Prisca felt joy in his heart.
When the Nameless One moved, Star Stealer Haarken would be as easy as cutting chickens and dogs in an instant.
…
The Cursed Pioneer was an extremely ancient ship, filled with dense Chaos energy.
If an ordinary person entered the bridge, they would scream, thinking it was a terrifying hell.
The bridge walls were covered in thick layers of flesh and blood. Crimson light poured down from the ceiling, casting twisted shadows on the flesh-and-blood walls.
The shadows kept changing — sometimes condensing into screaming faces, sometimes scattering into countless writhing tentacles.
Haarken stood before the console, covered in flesh and blood, his eyes flashing with anger.
Victory had been only one step away, but suddenly an unfamiliar figure appeared from nowhere.
"Damn Nameless One."
Haarken let out a roar of rage, madness filling his voice.
His fist slammed hard against the console. The daemon living inside let out a cry of pain.
On the bridge, everyone else fell silent, fearing that angering the Chaos Lord would bring fatal disaster.
A Chaos sorcerer in soiled robes, with seven or eight eyes drawn on his face, walked toward Haarken.
"My lord, we should withdraw immediately."
Haarken suddenly turned his face and fixed his eyes on the sorcerer.
"What did you say?"
The sorcerer's body trembled slightly, but he still forced himself to continue.
"The Nameless One is not an opponent we can fight. He has defeated the primordial daemons and struck down the gods through their domains."
"If we stay here, there is only one path of escape — death."
Haarken's anger grew even greater at the sorcerer's words.
Bang!
His fist slammed against the console again. The console cried out in even greater pain.
After venting his anger, Haarken regained his composure. He knew the sorcerer was right.
The Lord of the Absurd was an existence even the Four Gods of Chaos could not defeat.
"Withdraw. Everyone withdraw!"
After issuing the withdrawal order, Haarken stared at the Imperial fleet through the porthole and secretly swore he would return.
One day, he himself would defeat the Nameless One.
The next instant, the projection device covered in blasphemous flesh malfunctioned. The playing footage turned black and white, showing flickering images of a courtyard and an ancient well.
A Chaos sorcerer with two fallen heads stared at the projection with a puzzled expression.
The next instant, a warrior in golden armor appeared from the ancient well.
The sorcerer blinked. The warrior in golden armor who had been beside the well was now pressed against the screen, letting out a terrifying roar.
"For the Emperor."
The Chaos sorcerer, realizing who the other party was, immediately shouted.
"The Nameless Lord of the Absurd — the Nameless Lord of the Absurd has come! He has come!"
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