Datch lightly waved his hand.
Using the power of the Space Stone, they opened a spatial portal between the Imperial Dream and a desolate planet, and banished the Emperor and Valdor there.
Vitan M, who had been watching the entire process, felt such a shock that his pupils rapidly contracted. An expression of astonishment and disbelief appeared on his face.
The technology Detroit possessed allowed for short-range material recombination on a planetary surface.
However, that required a massive energy array, precise coordinate calculations, and several minutes of preparation time.
The Nameless One before him had merely raised his hand and torn space itself apart as easily as tearing a sheet of paper.
What about physics?
Does physics still exist?
He turned toward Ferrus, a faint color of apology appearing in his eyes.
He had actually questioned the other party's statements.
Claims such as "compressing a star with psychic energy," "crushing a star with a light flick of the wrist," and "tearing space by waving a hand" had all been regarded as boasts.
The other side had claimed they were threatening the other party in order to carry out a secret conspiracy.
Looking back now, the reason he had criticized others was purely due to his own narrow-mindedness.
The power of that nameless one was truly extraordinary, beyond human understanding.
They could ignore the laws of the universe and arbitrarily distort the structure of space-time in order to achieve their own purposes.
Ferrus crossed his arms in front of his chest, his expression calm.
Having spent a long time with the nameless one, he had long since grown used to the other party's ability to easily accomplish the impossible.
What is a "golden thigh"? This is a "golden thigh."
From the moment the Nameless One displayed that tremendous power,
Ferrus had quietly resolved to cling desperately to this golden thigh (a metaphor for a powerful and influential person).
As the proverb says: reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles; traveling ten thousand miles is not as good as meeting countless people; meeting countless people is not as good as being guided by a famous teacher; being guided by a famous teacher is not as good as being helped by a benefactor.
By directly connecting with an influential person, one can enjoy the peak of life and avoid the detours that would take two thousand years to achieve.
Do you understand what I'm saying? Applause!!
"Understood." After completing the teleportation, Datch temporarily put away the Infinity Gauntlet.
"I have left the Emperor and Valdor on a desolate planet."
"What we should do now is go to that planet and defeat the Emperor."
"If we thoroughly defeat him, humiliate him, and force him to unconditionally accept artificial intelligence, then everything else will go smoothly."
"How about it? Isn't this plan perfect?"
Vitan M's lips twitched.
He felt no perfection — only roughness and violence.
Datch ignored the NPCs' thoughts, took out the Emperor Transformation Belt, and wrapped it around his waist.
Then he put the Infinity Gauntlet on his hand.
His fingers were inserted into precise metal finger sleeves. The glove automatically tightened and fit the palm perfectly, like a second skin.
At this point, the gauntlet already had four Infinity Stones mounted: Power, Reality, Time, and Space.
Each emitted a different light that flowed along the texture of the glove's surface.
Two more were needed to complete the Infinity Gauntlet and freely change the laws of the universe,
but at this stage, with the Emperor's armor, dealing with the Yellow Old Man should not be such a big problem.
Datch gathered various tools and carefully inspected them, yet still felt it was not safe enough.
So he took out the transformation items that Ultraman Tiga and the other Ultramen had left for him when they left the game warehouse.
Having seen so many powerful items, he refused to believe that they could not defeat the Yellow Old Man.
As the nameless one continued making equipment and items, Ferrus asked a little anxiously, "Nameless one, can we win?"
The Emperor's strength was beyond doubt. He was widely recognized as the strongest man in the galaxy.
Even at their peak, the Aeldari would not have had the courage to claim that anyone surpassed the Emperor in the domain of psychic energy.
Asuryan, the chief of the gods of the Eldar, might possess the ability to fight the Master of Mankind.
After all, even the Four Chaos Gods might not be able to handle themselves well before the Emperor.
Mere racial gods are completely incomparable to the Chaos Gods.
Ferrus was truly looking forward to beating the Emperor down and perhaps sticking him into the ground like a ginseng root.
However, he had almost no confidence in this battle, because the Emperor was far too strong.
He had a premonition that the three of them would be completely overwhelmed by the other party and defeated.
"Don't worry," Vitan M said. "The nameless one is extremely powerful, so he should be able to defeat the Emperor."
"You have no idea how powerful the Master of Mankind is."
Ferrus let out a small sigh, but remained deeply uneasy.
He recalled the scene when he first met the Emperor.
Ferrus's childhood experiences had been exactly the same as those of his other brothers.
They had all been blown away from the Himalayan laboratories by a Warp storm and thrown into various places throughout the galaxy.
Ferrus had landed on the planet Medusa and grown up alone.
Once he gained a deep understanding of things, he resolutely began a war in order to conquer the tribes that did not obey him.
With various technologies derived from reverse-engineering and various rational policies,
Ferrus's power rapidly increased. He easily defeated the tribes that resisted him and successfully unified the planet.
However, the moment the unification war ended, the Emperor descended from the sky accompanied by his guards.
His entire body was enveloped in golden light like the sun. The glare was so bright that even many of the children of Medusa could not open their eyes.
The moment the Emperor arrived, he demanded that Ferrus swear loyalty.
Ferrus naturally refused, so the two engaged in a great duel under the condition that the winner could do whatever he wished.
According to legend, this great war lasted for a very long time, flattening the mountains near the battlefield and creating terrifyingly deep craters.
Later, the Emperor declared the battle a draw, but this was actually to preserve Ferrus's face.
In reality, he had been completely overwhelmed, mercilessly beaten down by the Emperor, and was finally released only after swearing loyalty to the Emperor.
That sense of powerlessness when no matter how hard one tries, one cannot defeat the opponent.
Ferrus has never forgotten it.
"We should be able to win." Datch thought for a moment, but his tone was not full of conviction. "I think the win rate is about 50%. But there's no need to overthink it that much, right? In short, it's three against two, so we have the advantage."
Ferrus: ...
Vitan M: ...
From the very beginning, we're going to fight the King of Mankind, and the win rate is only 50%?
How can you say "we have the advantage"?
Is there a possibility that later we will recreate the events that happened on the planet Medusa?
After being beaten by the Emperor to the point that he questioned the meaning of his own existence, he knelt and submitted.
Datch ignored the speechless expressions of the NPCs.
After finishing his armament, he turned toward Ferrus and Vitan M, opened the Room of Requirement, and requested two sets of power armor that the Primarchs could use.
Vitan M peered inside from the entrance of the Room of Requirement and once again contracted his pupils from shock.
Beyond the door he saw a world with magnificent urban architecture and an enormous population.
The city had towers and domes, rivers flowing, reflecting the light of the stars.
It was a real world — inside a mysterious space beyond the door.
"This… this is…" Primarch II's voice caught in his throat from extreme shock.
It's unbelievable that such a vast space can be carried.
The nameless existence is either a creator or a god who governs the laws of the universe.
Before long, the Orikan the Diviner appeared from the world inside the door.
Several Necromancers followed behind him, carrying two sets of silver-gray power armor, their movements perfectly synchronized.
The two sets of Primarch-grade power armor were not made by humans; they were masterpieces of Necromancer technology.
They were forged only from living metal and equipped with various advanced auxiliary systems. The main body also possessed self-repair functions.
The Necromancers skillfully helped the two Primarchs put on the power armor.
Their movements were precise and rapid. When their fingers lightly touched the joints of the armor plates, the plates opened, enveloped, closed, and deformed along the curves of the original body as if they had awakened.
When putting on the power armor, there was a faint clicking sound like gears meshing.
Ferrus and Vitam completed putting on the power armor in less than two minutes.
They tried moving their limbs a little.
Raise both arms, bend the elbows, rotate the shoulders.
Every movement was powerful and solid, executed magnificently. The armor felt like an extension of their limbs; there was no sense of heaviness at all.
Vitan M threw several punches. His heavy fists sliced through the air with a sharp whooshing sound.
He now felt unbelievably strong and felt that he would be fine even against a hundred heavy-armored Iron Men.
"You two deal with Valdor."
After briefly assigning the task to Ferrus and Vitan M, Datch turned toward himself and said, "I will deal with the Emperor directly."
Ferrus and Vitan M exchanged glances and nodded.
Valdor is the first commander of the Imperial Guard, the Emperor's personal bodyguard, and is said to be the human form of the King in Yellow. He also possessed the sacred weapon forged by the Emperor, the Spear of Apollonian.
This man's combat ability must not be underestimated. During the Siege of Terra, he tore apart a giant daemon with his bare hands and massacred the traitors.
The moment they appeared, an overwhelming sense of oppression drifted.
In the final stages of the Battle of Terra, when the Emperor boarded the Vengeful Spirit, he also took Valdor with him.
Valdor advanced while breaking through the enemy lines.
When Abaddon encountered Valdor, he tried to bully the weaker opponent by using numerical superiority, but Valdor ultimately slaughtered him indiscriminately.
In the end, it was only after the wicked Erebus gave Abaddon and the others the blessings of the gods that they were able to barely fight Valdor on equal terms.
If the two Primarchs cooperate, they should be able to stop him, right?
The traitor Astartes of Abaddon who received the blessings of Chaos cannot be stronger than two Primarchs, can they?
"Be careful." Vivis's voice came from behind. It was a soft voice like the wind blowing through silk.
Vitan M turned around and gently looked at the other party.
"Understood, Vivis." Vitan M nodded and reassured her that she need not worry.
Datch watched this scene from the side, the corner of his mouth twitching as he cursed "damn it" in his heart.
Lately, even the Warhammer world, which is supposed to be themed around war, has begun to torment single people?
I'm tired. Let's destroy it right now.
To be honest, Vitan M is probably the luckiest Primarch.
He landed on the planet Detroit and was raised by a gentle and kind AI cyborg.
There was no toxic fog, no blizzards, no alien warlords.
There were only clean streets, warm light, and an AI woman who gently stroked his back when he had nightmares at night.
It is a good thing to be blessed with good fortune in life, but one must not drown in it too much!
The love between Vitan M and Vivis was platonic.
The physiological desires of Primarchs and Astartes had declined to an unbelievably low level.
Because Vivis was a human generated by AI, she felt nothing in this regard.
The two needed each other more on a spiritual level.
However, that connection was deeper than any physical bond.
After comforting Vivis, Vitan M turned around and walked up behind Datch.
"Preparations are complete, so let's go." Datch stretched out his hand, used the power of the Space Stone to open a spatial passage, and stepped into it.
Ferrus and Vitam followed immediately behind.
...
Bang!!
The Emperor and Valdor crashed onto a desolate planet, raising a cloud of yellow sand.
The Emperor went down on one knee, supporting his body with one hand on the ground. His golden armor still shone dazzlingly even amid the dust.
He slowly stood up and looked around.
Yellow sandy beaches stretched to the horizon. The outlines of the sand dunes were distorted by the heat.
Drought-resistant plants grew sparsely on the sandy ground. They were ash-green and short in stature, their leaves covered in fine hair, like dry, cracked, silent mouths.
The sky was a pale orange. The starlight filtered through the thick dust and looked dim and murky, like an incandescent bulb covered by a dirty lampshade.
"What on earth is happening? Where is this place??" Valdor looked around with an expression full of surprise and suspicion.
His golden armor cast a long, distorted shadow on the sand. The Spear of Apollonian he held was slightly raised.
The optical lenses quickly scanned the surroundings through the gaps in the helmet, like a vigilant hunting dog sniffing out the direction of the wind.
"Who on earth brought us here?"
The Emperor did not answer the question of the first commander of the Guard.
He stood there with both hands hanging loosely at his sides and closed his eyes.
His consciousness rose, observing fate and the future, racing about, trying to find the person who had used special means to throw him here.
However, what had once been clear fate and future had now fallen into chaos.
The threads of fate, like a tangled ball of yarn, provided only useless information.
His vision of the future had become unbelievably chaotic. He could see nothing clearly and could understand nothing.
After the attempt ended in failure, the Emperor opened his eyes and turned his gaze toward the real world in an effort to find clues.
Just as the Emperor and Valdor were striving to discover the truth,
not far away on the sandy beach, a portal of light suddenly appeared, emitting a light that was not dazzling yet bright.
Datch stepped outside.
Ferrus and Vitan M followed behind him, one on his left side and one on his right.
The silver-gray power armor emitted a cold luster under the starlight.
When the Emperor saw the two figures, he tightly clenched his fists, an angry light dwelling in his eyes.
He was the first person to recognize Ferrus and Vitan M.
When creating the Primarchs, he had incorporated a part of himself into them, granting them all kinds of astonishing abilities and terrifying combat power.
Because of the blood relationship, his connection with the Primarchs is extremely intimate.
The moment Ferrus and Vitan M appeared, he realized that one was Number Two and the other was Number Ten.
They were all sons he had painstakingly created.
As for the man walking in the lead, the Emperor realized that he was the Nameless One who had deceived and taken away his sons.
Horus, Leman Russ, Mortarion, the returned Primarchs — they had all repeatedly mentioned this man.
Including the two present now, the hearts of five children had already been stolen by the other party.
If we include the ones we do not know about, there must be even more.
This is outrageous! This is outrageous!
"Liar, thief, return my sons."
The Emperor glared at Datch, and everyone felt his anger.
His voice did not come from his mouth; it resonated in people's hearts through some special ability.
While delivering his speech, the Emperor simultaneously entered a combat stance.
From his entire body, a dazzling golden light was released like a blazing flame.
The Emperor's Sword gripped in his hand burned with intense psychic flames. The air around the blade twisted and deformed from the high temperature.
He stood there like a living god who had stepped out of myth.
"You deceived my sons, yet you have the nerve to show your face before me."
Previously, because he had been unable to find that nameless person, he had no choice but to silently endure.
The fact that the other party now appears before him is exactly like being prepared for death.
Today I will show this scoundrel how I, the Master of Mankind, wield power.
Prepare to regret it, you bastard.
"That's really rude," Datch complained. "He started cursing right away."
"There is no need to show courtesy to someone like you." The Emperor's voice grew even colder.
The anger dwelling in his eyes felt as if it could be touched; no one could meet his gaze.
He raised his sword, and scorching heat distorted the surrounding air.
"Shouldn't you ask what happened?" From behind Datch, Vitan M's voice could be heard in an urgent tone.
"Perhaps we can sit down and talk and resolve this conflict."
"My sons have been kidnapped by villains." The Emperor interrupted Number Two's words in a tone that left no room for any excuse. "I have no intention of speaking further about good and evil."
"After I defeat this thief and liar, I will slowly explain it to you two."
The Emperor advanced and charged toward Datch at a speed that left afterimages.
"Imperial Armor, Hens…!"
Datch tried to shout "Henshin!", but before he could finish speaking, the Emperor's flaming sword was swung down.
He was forced to interrupt the transformation and used the Space Stone to move sideways and avoid the attack.
But in the next moment, the Emperor kicked Datch flying. Datch was blown backward, rolled across the ground, and swallowed a mouthful of sand.
Seeing the Emperor swinging his longsword downward, Datch immediately cut through space and secured a safe distance.
At this sight, Ferrus and Vitan M's eyes widened.
Ferrus was shocked by the Emperor's power. In his previous life, it seemed the Emperor had been holding back during battles.
The Nameless One himself did not possess particularly high combat ability, but he could manipulate various strange and rare techniques. When they joined forces, their combat power became extremely powerful.
As a result, he was defeated in a single blow.
On the other hand, Vitan M was filled with despair and terror.
The various methods of that Nameless One could even be called the work of a god; no one would doubt them.
However, he was no match for the Emperor at all and was severely beaten.
The difference in strength between the two sides was far too great; it had to be called hopeless.
If I myself stand on the field, there will be no prospect of victory at all.
"With that kind of power, how dare you try to take my sons?"
"Remember this. A king is not permitted to suffer humiliation. This is the price."
Datch no longer had the courage to shout slogans. He immediately transformed into an Emperor Warrior and summoned the Aurora Sword.
They simultaneously activated the four gems of the Infinity Gauntlet and charged toward the Emperor.
Today, he intends to test the power of this old man's yellow strength.
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