The Lords of Change were screaming, nine to the ninth power Tzeentch Demons were desperately fighting for new knowledge, all kinds of pink and blue Terrors were even blasting each other with Tzeentch Fire in order to obtain the right to copy a sentence of knowledge, and smaller Tzeentch Demons were hurriedly shuttling through the chaotic battlefield, picking up the knowledge scattered on the ground and recycling them into the towering crystal bookshelves - however, under the continued influence of the power of the Raven God, some of the slightly larger knowledge grew growths before being recycled, becoming new Tzeentch Demons, and then joined the chaotic situation, constantly contributing to the concept of "change".
The Supreme Eagle was laughing wildly, the Web of Fate was shaking madly, a large number of Fate Crystals fell from it and shattered on the ground, the blowing Aether Wind frantically condensed new Fate Crystals on the Web of Fate, but the next moment, these newly condensed Fate Crystals would follow in the footsteps of their predecessors and shatter in the vortex of chaos - at this moment, all the Tzeentch wizards - including the Supreme Wizard Magnus, who rolled back to his lair in a half-baked posture - found that they had temporarily lost the ability to observe the future, which made some Tzeentch things that relied too much on future vision to execute their plans instantly flustered, their plans were deformed, and finally they overturned one by one, becoming one of the eternally screaming victims in the Tzeentch domain.
"Tzeentch! You plotted against me! Tzeentch!"
Discordant tones echoed in the Usurper's labyrinth, and the anger from Elysium slammed hard on the gate of the Fortress of Illusion, trying to pry open the door of this fortress which was also unpredictable from the perspective of the Warp's destructive powers - of course, Slaanesh's futile attacks only brought even more laughter from the Trickster, causing even more violent turbulence to spread to all directions of its domain.
"Gah - relax - Lord of Desire! Your things cannot be thrown away! At least in the future I see, you haven't lost anything unacceptable!"
Tzeentch, who had transformed his form into a grotesque one made up of countless eyes, twisted his unspeakable body, transmitting the tinkling sound of the crystal collisions in response to the realm of the Dark Prince, who was about to go out of control so that Khorne might even look at him from the side. At the same time, he stared more intently at the battlefield that had entered the most intense truncated stage - thousands of changes fell into the arms of the Messenger of Hope, splashing out endless drops of fate. The ecstatic evil god captured these silver substances that were overflowing with things that he could not understand, and through them, he wove new destinies and possibilities.
"You told me I could see a drama filled with brilliant art!"
Thinking of the words that Tzeentch had said before, Slaanesh's anger made the entire Six Rings of Slaanesh tremble - although the Dark Prince had never believed in the Supreme Eagle since his birth, for Slaanesh, as long as the matter was fresh enough, it could gain a considerable degree of happiness no matter what the result was. Therefore, after listening to Tzeentch's judgment on the possible subsequent development of this matter, the Lustful Monarch secretly agreed to what Magnus did to Fulgrim, and arranged for Enkari to find Eidolon in the Eye of Terror in order to add more actors to this drama. As a result, it now seems that the drama has indeed begun, and it is indeed a script that he had not expected, but! He did not gain any joy from it! ! !
"I never said what you can gain from this drama. Lord of Debauchery, not all dramas can stir up waves in the audience's soul, and not all dramas can give the audience a satisfactory ending."
After these light words made Slaanesh more "attractive" to Khorne's attention, Tzeentch, who was no longer concerned about this powerful being between reality and the warp, who would inevitably lose this wave of destruction, turned his attention back to the boundless time, and waited with great anticipation for Fulgrim's possible, unexpected ending - admittedly, among the destinies currently seen by the Fate Composer, Fulgrim's worst fate was simply exile, but the great Tzeentch knew that fate was unpredictable, not to mention this miniature great game that he had not observed from the beginning!
"Come... come quickly... use your battle to reveal the answer behind the curtain, and use your soul to engrave the truth of fate for me!"
——————————————The dividing line of the chaotic battlefield——————————————————————
Fulgrim is fighting alone.
As the last Slaanesh Noise Marine was burned to ashes in the Emperor's flames, the Fallen Phoenix realized that he had completely fallen into a trap carefully designed for him. The areas he saw, except for the areas touched by his sword, were all engulfed by the golden flames that made his heart palpitate. In the flames, his offspring and those who looked like his offspring, whose fighting methods were also derived from his,
The soulless creatures, whose aura and battle cry were identical to those of his offspring, launched round after round of charges at him like a tide, leaving sword marks and bullet wounds on his body - although these injuries were mostly flesh wounds for Fulgrim, however, the word "imperfect" had begun to devour the soul of the Demon Primarch bit by bit.
"My descendants! Look carefully at my perfect body! Listen carefully to my voice! You are destroying perfection! You are deviating from the original dream of the Legion!"
"Perfection is a lie, Primarch, just as you are already a joke."
However, Fulgrim's shout did not elicit any response of approval from his descendants. The crackling sound caused by the rapid flow of energy on the Ancient Sage's power fist, along with the Ancient Sage's words, slammed heavily into Fulgrim's face, and the other two Fearlesss with similar abilities followed the Ancient Sage's steps, attacking Fulgrim's face from the left and right - although the Fallen Phoenix successfully dodged one punch and deflected the other with its own sword moves, the punch from the Ancient Sage's body... Fulgrim had no way to avoid it!
"Rilano! Don't even think about it!!!"
Before the fist surrounded by golden light hit his face, the heart-wrenching burning sensation made Lord Chemos feel that his hair was burning - in an inexplicable panic, the Demon Primarch exhaled and spoke, forcibly concentrating the filthy power of Paradise, turning them into a shield to block his cheeks - his face was still aching after being beaten twice by the ancient sage, and he really didn't want to be beaten for the third time!
only.....
“Ka-ba--!!”
Crisp sounds of bones breaking were heard. With the assistance of two unknown fearless elders in the eyes of the ancient sages, whose fighting style was completely in sync with his and who had established a mysterious connection with him, the power of Rilano's punch suddenly increased by more than double, easily shattering the shield created by the Demon Primarch. Then, the remaining force hit the Demon Primarch's chin - dirty blood splattered everywhere, and flesh and blood flew everywhere!
“Goo-ga-a ...
His mouth was destroyed, his oral cavity was burned, even though Fulgrim was a powerful Slaanesh Daemon Primarch, he temporarily lost the ability to speak, and all the insults or other words in his mouth turned into a bunch of meaningless mutterings. However, the insults brought to him by the ancient sage were not over yet - the next second after the power fist was withdrawn, the other two dreadnoughts had locked onto Fulgrim's face, which had been beaten three times and had lost its human appearance, and fired heavy firepower at the same time!
“Sizzle!!”
The sound of flesh and blood being evaporated suppressed the severely distorted screams of the Fallen Phoenix. The flames of divine wrath from the Lord of Mankind erupted like oil boiling over a raging fire on the betrayer's face, which still retained a bit of blasphemous beauty, and quickly devoured his entire head. When Fulgrim finally suppressed the golden flames with the power of Slaanesh, his head had been burned to the point where only the skull was left.
"My...my face! My perfect face! How dare you do this! How dare He do this!"
Although the filthy magic of Slaanesh had already begun to slowly reconstruct Fulgrim's face, how could the Lord of Mankind's pure anger towards the traitors allow the Fallen to succeed so easily? In full view of the crowd, Fulgrim's head became a battleground for two forces, with purple and gold interweaving crazily, constantly reconstructing and tearing the face of the Fallen Phoenix - although the Emperor's fire was finally extinguished by the power of Slaanesh, the insufficient power of Slaanesh also made Fulgrim's reconstructed face look half-baked - a crippled face without any beauty at all.
"......He is indeed a joke, Rilano."
Tarvitz formed a sword formation with three other Emperor's Children warriors who cooperated well with him. Just as he was about to rush forward to continue to restrain his genetic-father, he looked at Fulgrim, whose face was burned and even his four hands were in disarray when dancing with the sword. A hint of loss appeared in his voice.
"Not only is our Phoenix dead, but even the last trace of it has been insulted and exploited by something like this."
Vespasian, who no longer considered the Demon Prince Fulgrim as his genetic father, gripped his sword tightly and adjusted his breathing deeply to ensure that he could instinctively get into the best fighting state of mind - as one of the Lord Commanders of the Emperor's Children, Vespasian was ready to gamble everything.
"I am your Phoenix! Your Primarch! How can you not acknowledge me!!!"
Fulgrim, who had heard the extra meaning in Vespasian's words, widened his pupils, which had not yet fully regenerated and therefore looked like those of Nurgle's creations. He moved his mouth, which had been partially restored but whose pronunciation was severely distorted, and refuted Vespasian's words in a disgusting tone - then, the Demon Primarch heard the voice of Rilano.
"Perhaps from my memory, you are indeed our Phoenix. However, since you chose this path of depravity and thought that you could become more perfect because of it, you betrayed the Emperor and abandoned some of your sons, including me, who were unwilling to go along with you. You have erased the things that truly constitute our Phoenix. You who thought you were perfect are just the shell of the Purple Phoenix after all the good things have been shed, and filled with a bunch of filth.
The outcasts. "
After saying this, the ancient sage raised his hand high, then pressed it down heavily. The eagle flag fluttered, the war roar shook the sky, and the golden flames formed an ocean, trapping the fallen phoenix tightly inside.
"The Emperor's Son - Kill the Enemy of His Father!!!"
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In the subspace, the area corresponding to the Golden Throne, flames were raging.
The great Emperor, who could no longer speak, sat on the huge golden throne, and the vast golden psychic energy surged around Him like a tide. In the boundless parade ground in front of Him, the spirits of the Astra Militarum, Astartes, Sisters of Battle, and even the Custodians were constantly entering this world through the portal, or leaving through the portal. For thousands of years, the souls that could be guided by the Emperor to the throne gathered here, fighting to delay the inevitable future of the galaxy and find a glimmer of hope for mankind. Every minute and every second, new people joined, and then, every minute and every second, troops set out.
"Father, I brought the things."
The most special existence among these heroes is undoubtedly Ferrus, the Primarch of the Iron Hands. In this supernatural realm, only he and a few of the Custodes are capable and qualified to have a brief conversation with the current Emperor. The Cursed Hand took a well-sealed box and strode to the Emperor's throne. He knelt on one knee and presented the item - accompanied by a ball of golden flames, the box in Ferrus's hand began to slowly rise into the Emperor's hand.
"Father, is it really possible that he can reappear because of the little bit of soul that his offspring brought back that can withstand your flames? His other souls that were severely burned by your power have returned to the realm of Paradise. According to my calculations, at most in 666 years, he will have the capital to return to the material world again."
Watching the box slowly being devoured by the flames rising from the Emperor's hands, until it finally disappeared, Ferrus, knowing that the ritual had already begun, still could not hold back his curiosity and asked a question that he thought he would most likely not get an answer to - of course, he did get the answer from the Emperor that he expected.
"No need to overthink it, Ferrus, it's just an experiment."
8. Extra Chapter - Abaddon's Terror
In the battleship Vengeful Spirit, which had already completely become a den of demons, the self-proclaimed warmaster and lord of the Black Legion, Abaddon the Despoiler, slowly opened his eyes in his room.
As a person who had witnessed the final moments of his gene father's battle on Terra, and who... well, to describe it with a disease-related term that Abaddon knew - an Astartes warrior with dementia, Abaddon actually had no trust in the four who, though they possessed great power, could only hide in the warp and point fingers. In the eyes of the Great Plunderer, both the Empire and Chaos were things that should be destroyed, but now, because the Empire was too powerful, the power of Chaos was indispensable in order to burn the galaxy - although this power was unpredictable and full of malice, it could still help him in unexpected places.
And now, Chaos has given the Great Predator a different revelation...
"Owner."
Seeing the great Lord of the Black Legion walk out of his meditation room, which no one could enter without his permission, the servants of the Great Plunderer immediately approached their master with respect and humility, and carefully armed the moody Chaos Warmaster according to the procedures - they were lucky this time, because Abaddon was too absorbed in thinking about the inexplicable revelation he had just received, so that after putting on the armor, the Great Plunderer remained in a statue-like state.
"My Lord, we are approaching the end of this warp voyage."
Just as Abaddon was savoring the vague words in his mind and secretly judging whether the intelligence obtained from the Chaos Sea was a warning, an opportunity, a lie, or simply a trap, the voice of his subordinates rang in his ears. At the same time, the data screen that lit up in front of him also clearly informed the Great Plunderer that this subspace shuttle was nearing its end.
"Fleet status?"
"The total loss rate is 3 percent, with no loss of critical equipment or personnel."
"Very good. How are the other fleets that are going to join us? The servants of the false emperor are now concentrating on fighting the Tyranid swarm. Their empty defense gives us a good opportunity to penetrate. We cannot waste any time."
"The fleet of the Perfect Lord War Gang is already waiting at the destination."
"Perfect Lord, huh..."
After hearing this name, even though Abaddon had been a Chaos Warmaster for thousands of years and had dealt with who knows how many Chaos Astartes, Demons, Sorcerers, Aliens and other messed up things, he couldn't help but have a hint of contempt in his tone - ever since a certain mysterious incident occurred that he didn't know exactly where it happened, nor did he know what happened or the outcome of the incident, but according to his investigation, it was most likely related to the Daemon Primarch of Slaanesh, Fulgrim, the Chaos Astartes of the entire Slaanesh faction suddenly fell into a state of depression, and Eidolon the Soul Splitter, who he had dealt with the most, was confirmed dead - although, as time went on, the news of the return of the Daemon Primarch Fulgrim made Abaddon...
The Astartes warband of the Slaanesh faction has slowly recovered a little. However, these guys, who were originally poorly disciplined, incompetent, and more likely to cause trouble than to accomplish, can basically only do some non-strategic work after the more chaotic recovery. To put it nicely, giving them autonomy, to put it bluntly, using them as cannon fodder is also worried about the side effects...
"At least they obeyed your call, Warmaster."
Hearing the contempt for these Slaanesh Astartes in Abaddon's tone, his subordinates had no choice but to persuade the Great Plunderer in a slightly flattering way not to behave too "out of line" when he met up with these things that he actually didn't think much of - after all, if the Astartes of the Slaanesh faction were really determined to cause trouble...
These idiots are really capable of doing a bunch of things that don't make any sense at all!!
"You don't need to remind me - I will arrange a good place for them so that they can play their best role. After entering the real universe and making sure that all systems are stable, you will send them my orders."
Even though he did look down on these Slaanesh things, the Chaos Warmaster still followed the principle that "things can be of some use if they are placed in the right place" and arranged places for these "allies" he had not yet met - as the Spirit of Vengeance rushed out of the Mandeville Point of the target galaxy, the Chaos Warmaster's orders were also sent through the communication method of the real universe to the flagship "Eternal Desire" battle barge of the Perfect Lords War Gang, which was waiting for Abaddon's fleet somewhere inside the galaxy. The Great Plunderer strode to the bridge, sat on his throne, and waited for feedback from the Perfect Lords War Gang.
A second passed...
Two seconds passed...
Three seconds passed...
A minute passed...
"Trash is trash."
Probably having guessed why none of the guys from the Perfect Lords warband had responded to him yet, the Chaos Warmaster slightly tilted his head and made a simple gesture to one of his guards, who understood, turned and left the bridge, and began to gather the brothers of the warband - the Great Plunderer's meaning was very clear, the Perfect Lords warband was of little use, and therefore, in order to make every resource be used in the great task of slaying the false emperor and burning the galaxy, it was their job to let those Chaos Astartes of the Perfect Lords warband 'actively' or 'passively' offer everything.
Then......
"what happened?"
Looking at the clear words "Contact Lost" displayed on the screen, Abaddon's expression darkened. He was well aware of the combat effectiveness of his subordinates, and in order to suppress the members of the Perfect Lords Warband more quickly and effectively, the raiders arranged by the Great Plunderer also had Terminators in their hands. However, how could they lose contact less than half an hour after they successfully boarded the ship? They didn't even send back a single alarm!
"Perhaps the psychic powers of the psykers in the Perfect Lords' warband interfered with the communication - no, if this happens, the second backup plan should be activated."
A member of the Black Legion speculated, but this speculation was quickly denied by himself - the subordinates directly under the Great Predator have always maintained good tactical qualities, and things like having their communications cut off by psychics are not a problem in their eyes. From his experience in war, even if the Perfect Lords War Gang kept a Slaanesh Daemon on their ship, they would not be able to do such a thing.
"You, and you, take someone to have a look."
After thinking for a second, Abaddon decided to increase the stakes - however, to his 'surprise', the second batch of Black Legion soldiers he sent over also lost contact with the group shortly after they boarded the ship!
"It seems that something has set a trap for us."
After losing two waves of his warriors in succession, even Abaddon felt a little embarrassed. Just when he began to consider whether to send more people to continue exploring or ignore the matter and go directly to the next Mandeville Point after a while of rest, the revelation he got in meditation suddenly came to his mind. In an instant, the Great Plunderer realized that what the revelation revealed was right in front of him, on the flagship of the Perfect Lord War Gang, which had become a "dragon's den and tiger's lair" for unknown reasons.
"Gather the troops. I want to go there myself."
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Lights colorful enough to make mortals dizzy, meaningless music composed of screams or worse that lingers in the ears forever, decorations painted or carved using all kinds of messy materials that only make people feel sick, and a "heavy" fragrance that permeates the air.
Although as the Chaos Warmaster, Abaddon had visited many Slaanesh warbands' bases and boarded many warships controlled by Slaanesh followers, the Great Predator's disgust for the "decorative style" of Slaanesh's things had never decreased. Therefore, before stepping onto the deck of the ship of the Perfect Lords Warband, Abaddon activated a bunch of equipment on his armor to prevent himself from being polluted by these bad things - but after being teleported into the ship, the Chaos Warmaster discovered the first thing that was wrong.
Too quiet, and too clean.
"My Lord, this ship doesn't look like
A flagship of a Slaanesh warband, more like something controlled by the guys on the False Emperor's side."
Beside Abaddon, a Terminator who served as his guard spoke hoarsely - no doubt, the veterans who followed Abaddon onto the battle barge also keenly noticed that something was wrong.
"The twisted feeling that follows Slaanesh's existence cannot be faked. Besides, there was nothing wrong with the last psychic communication before leaving the warp."
The other Terminator probably guessed what his colleague wanted to say and took over his words.
"It is impossible for the servants of the false emperor to wipe out the entire Perfect Lords' war gang in such a short time. Even if they really did it, it is impossible for them to remove the power of Paradise that covered this ship so easily. Moreover, most importantly, this galaxy has not been contaminated by the servants of the false emperor, and we have not detected any warship signals from those loyal to the false emperor in this galaxy."
The voice of the third Terminator sounded in the communication channel right after the second one - in the view of this ancient warrior who had experienced countless chaotic battlefields, the culprit for the destruction of the Perfect Lord War Gang was most likely not related to the lackeys of the false emperor - after all, the combat effectiveness of those guys was definitely inferior to that of the warriors of the gods. To allow an entire Slaanesh War Gang to be destroyed without any big noise, and to allow two groups of Black Legion members who boarded the ship to disappear silently, such a thing was impossible no matter how you thought about it!
"My Lord, what are your orders?"
Of course, although these veterans all expressed their opinions and put forward their views on why the ship had become like this, the final decision still had to be made by Abaddon. So, the Terminator veteran who spoke first turned his head slightly, looked at Abaddon, and waited for his order.
"retreat."
Unexpectedly, Abaddon uttered a word that they were not expecting.
"what?"
Hearing this word, all the Terminators who were teleported with Abaddon were stunned.
"I said retreat."
The revelation that the Warp had just given him became increasingly clear. Certain horrific possibilities were already wandering in the Chaos Warmaster's soul. He could feel the Chaos Mark on his body heating up, screaming, and frantically resisting something that permeated the ship. This kind of thing should not exist - no, the moment the Son of Vengeance stood up, certain things were already a fait accompli. How ridiculous! The two opposing sides were essentially the same kind of thing!
"No, my Lord. Our transmission system has been disrupted. Something is interfering with the stability of the warp on this ship. If we force the transmission, we may be transported to a very bad area or simply become drifting objects in the warp."
However, Abaddon's decisive decision did not change anything. As the aura that made Abaddon feel his hair stand on end continued to spread, he found that the transmission devices of him and his Terminator troops were disturbed to a considerable extent. Golden lines were spreading on the walls of the battleship, outlining the emblem of a legion, an emblem that theoretically... should not be too opposed to himself.
"???"
Not only Abaddon, but also the Terminators under his command were silent for a few tenths of a second when they saw the appearance of this emblem - using golden flames to burn out the oldest eagle emblem of the Third Legion. Even the veterans of the Third Legion who were most fond of performance art in the Eye of Terror would not do this, because doing this would not only not make them feel the slightest pleasure, but would instead make them fall into an extreme emptiness - Abaddon probably knew that kind of emptiness, he had experienced that feeling after learning that his father had become a puppet.
"Come out, you who are hiding, and face the Warmaster of Chaos."
Knowing that he would not be able to retreat to a safe area in a short period of time, Abaddon gathered his thoughts and prepared to meet the upcoming challenge. He knew that this battle would be a tough one, so he had to...
"!!!"
Then, Abaddon saw a touch of color, a color that should have nothing to do with the Third Legion, and the person wearing this color, who should not be here...
Leading several warriors he was very familiar with, but who should have died long ago...the Purple Phoenix.
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"I did see him! Fulgrim! He has returned! He is serving your false emperor!"
After Abaddon and his Terminators were defeated, but finally managed to lock the coordinates of the fleet of Vengeful Spirit and jump back, a Black Legion Terminator who fell onto an Ultramarines ship in a disabled state due to a transmission error due to the warp turbulence shouted these words during interrogation.
9. The Weepers: The Wanderers
Gibraltar planetary system.
This was a medium-sized planetary system that had just been discovered by the Empire's expedition team. It was located in the East End Star Region, an area that the Empire had not invested too much resources in exploring before. It consisted of four planets of different sizes. After confirming that the planet numbered two in this planetary system actually had an atmosphere with normal composition ratios, not thriving but at least some vegetation, and some small animals, the expedition team realized that they had discovered an extremely valuable planet.
In ecstasy, Chang immediately sent everything about the galaxy to the relevant departments of the empire for record, and then led his expedition team to the planet Gibursa II to begin pioneering work. The expedition leader was convinced that it would only take thirty years for him and his team to build a suitable colony on this resource-rich and habitable planet - and this colony would be his first step towards becoming a planetary governor.
Then, when they were halfway through the construction, an alien fleet arrived in this planetary system and expressed a considerable degree of interest in Gibursa II...
Although these aliens who called themselves "Titanium" were different from other aliens known to the expedition captain, they did not launch an attack immediately after discovering the explorers' camps, but sent diplomats to have a "friendly" diplomatic "exchange" with the expedition team. However, the demands made by these aliens made the expedition captain extremely angry - if he didn't want to die, he had to either give up this planet or succumb to the heresy of the aliens? If he was a coward, he wouldn't have led the expedition team to explore the edge of the unknown world again and again!
