The four Four Chaos Gods stared at the outsider before them. Even though the opponent came from a higher-dimensional universe, such an arrogant posture filled them with infinite rage.
"You are too arrogant."
"Arrogant? You are the truly arrogant ones."
La Rougan activated his long sword, facing the four Four Chaos Gods alone.
"You are merely formless beings created and nourished by human emotions. Now you dare to covet the Reality, to lord over humanity? Have you forgotten who your master is?"
"One day, we will launch an offensive into the Warp, sweep away the Gods, restore order, and make you pay for your past sins."
"Remember, we are humans, we are the God Chosen, and the universe will ultimately belong to us."
La Rougan initiated the attack.
He was enveloped in brilliant golden light, which was the Emperor's blessing and the manifestation of his inherent power.
The four Four Chaos Gods also launched their offensive.
La Rougan's combat power was fierce; even when facing the four great demons directly, he fought back and forth for a short time.
Clang~
Weapons clashed, a continuous clangor echoing, and the overflowing energy and airwaves formed a series of impacts, one after another.
However, two fists could not contend with four hands.
Ultimately, La Rougan was defeated and fell heavily to the ground.
Plague viruses rapidly consumed his flesh and blood, causing his new armor to rust.
"See you in an hour."
La Rougan looked at the four Four Chaos Gods and smiled, making their faces darken.
These Players were truly too shameless.
"No, you belong to Father Nurgle."
Nurgle roared, reaching out his fat hand to try and grasp the outsider's soul.
The other Four Chaos Gods also reached out, each using their methods, wanting to retain the outsider's soul.
However, when the Player's body dissolved and their soul floated out, it passed directly through the outstretched hands of the four Four Chaos Gods and disappeared.
As if it had never come to this universe!!
Even when Tzeentch used ancient sorcery, he could not imprison the outsider's soul.
It was as if everything in this universe could not touch the essence of their souls.
"Their souls are merely projections, not real."
Tzeentch, watching the battlefield, saw through the anomaly.
These outsiders were far more mysterious and powerful than he had imagined. They had an overwhelming advantage over this universe, much like the Warp had over the Reality.
Why was the Warp feared by the civilizations of the Reality?
A large part of the reason was the immortal nature of the Undying.
The core essence of the Undying was in the Warp; even if their physical bodies were destroyed, at most, they would only be banished back to the Warp.
These outsiders were the same.
The Cursed only provided them with bodies, while their soul essence was projected from a higher-dimensional world.
If this was the case, it was clearly unfavorable for the Warp.
A group of outsiders who could not be killed, how could the Warp win?
This discovery made Tzeentch's heart subtly uneasy.
To some extent, these outsiders were Gods without visible health bars.
No matter how many times they killed these outsiders, it would be futile.
These guys would resurrect again and again, until finally, they grew into beings that the Gods would look up to.
La Rougan's death was merely a small ripple in this large-scale battle.
Infinite hordes of demons surged through the rifts into Reality, forming a massive wave.
Blood rain fell from the sky, converging into streams and lakes, and the pungent smell of sulfur permeated the entire battlefield.
The sky had completely transformed, like a transparent window, clearly displaying the surging and rolling ethereal ocean to the world.
Mountain-sized terrifying giant eyes and monsters that only appeared in the wild dreams of madmen floated in that vividly colored ocean.
Even the void became incredibly terrifying.
The void's mists merged into figures and forms thousands of times larger than planets.
The erosion of falsehood condensed there, manifesting the illusory bodies of the Gods.
Satellite-sized eyes opened and closed in the boiling nitrogen-argon, containing the universe's most ancient wisdom.
Plate-length ape fangs protruded, and immense wings capable of blocking the sun stretched and curled.
The crew remaining on the Baal's Sword emitted sounds of pain just by gazing at those four illusory, shadow-like presences.
Gods could not be gazed upon; even mere phantoms were beyond their ability to cope.
Consequently, their minds suffered irreversible damage.
"Lower the porthole blast shields."
Nivia, the captain, had blood flowing from her eyes because she had been staring at the void outside.
Outside, it was no longer empty but filled with struggling monsters.
Despite the lack of air, they still flew, their wings flapping in the void as if they were birds soaring in a planet's sky.
However, their speed was like that of void fighters, heading straight for the ship, so fast that even the targeting arrays struggled to maintain a lock.
Some of them wore harnesses, dragging skull-shaped two-wheeled chariots, upon which stood horned creatures with sinister grins.
Chaos traitor warships were mixed among them. After the Saint's reforms, the Imperial Glory's speed, firepower, and defense had received comprehensive improvements.
Under the same tonnage, Chaos warships were no match for Imperial Glory, but the enemy had the support of the Undying, and even though they were inferior in all aspects to the Imperial Glory, they could still fight the Imperial Glory to a standstill.
The window's armored blast shields slowly lowered.
The holy hymns chanted by the Ecclesiarchy priests emanated from the loudspeakers, soothing the wounded souls of the crew, alleviating their pain.
"Prepare all weapons," Nivia broadcasted throughout the ship. "Have the fleet's air wing prepare for sacrifice. We must hold the orbit."
"If the situation completely collapses, all warships must prioritize the The Great Angel's soul fragments. Even if we are shattered to pieces, we must send the The Great Angel back to Baal."
[Alert! Enemy raid in B-2 area.]
[Alert! Enemy raid in A-2 area.]
"Send armed crew over there. Establish a position at the passage. Hold them back at all costs!" Nivia shouted.
Inside the Baal's Sword, activity was frantic.
Fully armed crew members and the remaining Primaris Space Marines went to suppress the demons boarding the Baal's Sword.
Mechanical Priests and their servants urgently repaired damaged areas.
In the hangar, it was equally chaotic.
"For the Emperor! For the The Great Angel!"
Aircraft pilots, after performing the aquila salute, quickly boarded their respective fighters, started their engines, and rushed to the brutal battlefield outside.
This fierce battle was destined to claim many lives, but out of loyalty to the Emperor, they would not shrink back.
And on the ground, the war was equally brutal.
The God Chosen and Blood Angels relied on a ruined fortress to resist. This fortress had long been abandoned, but the God Chosen used dimensional space to bring Geller Field generators, power generators, and other equipment, rebuilding the fortress.
At the same time, they also deployed a large number of cannons, continuously bombarding the demon tide to weaken their offensive.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Mefiston stood on the simply patched city wall.
The sound of artillery was incessant, and the ground trembled slightly.
Huge cannon shells landed in the demon tide, raising tower-like flames that engulfed countless demons, burning them to ashes.
But such actions could only delay the demon tide's offensive; they could not win them victory.
Mefiston looked towards the end of the battlefield.
There, the Warp and Reality had intertwined.
Countless brilliant lights enveloped that area.
Demons poured out of the Warp rifts like a tide.
Their numbers were infinite, with no end in sight.
The God Chosen served as the main defensive force.
They fought on the front lines, battling tirelessly.
Every so often, new pillars of light would appear on the battlefield.
After the light pillars dissipated, new God Chosen would be teleported over.
They also used dimensional space to bring in supplies, repair the dilapidated fortress, and replenish the ammunition for the turrets.
The Blood Angels were responsible for the second line of defense, preventing demons from destroying heavy weapons and important facilities.
"Charge! Seize Sanguinius's soul fragments!"
A Nurgle demon roared, taking heavy steps and crossing the ruins.
The God Chosen on that section of the defense line had all fallen.
Bodies corroded by plague were scattered along the defense line.
Every God Chosen fought to the very end, but facing the overwhelming number of demons, they ultimately succumbed.
Several God Chosen heads had even been severed and hung on banners by the standard-bearing demons.
Other defense lines were drawing new God Chosen to form a new line of defense, but before that, the Blood Angels had to hold them back.
Behind the Nurgle demon followed swarms of demons: Plaguebearers, Nurglings, rotten fly swarms, and other various demons full of sister bugs and drooling.
Where the Nurgle demon army walked, signs of decay appeared.
Not only the flowers, plants, and trees, but even the ground had rotted.
"This is not a place for you. Get out."
Mefiston stood in front of the Nurgle Greater Daemon.
"Who do we have here? Oh, it's a little The Great Angel!"
"I am Black Death, Nurgle's subordinate, the Third Lord of the Third Daemon Hall."
"I smell the The Great Angel on you. Hand him over to us."
The Nurgle Greater Daemon looked at Mefiston, speaking in a putrid, sickly sweet voice.
"You wish!" Mefiston shouted, "Go back! This is not where you belong."
"You truly are a disobedient child." Black Death shook his head, "Then we'll just have to do this the hard way."
The daemons swarmed forward, attempting to defeat Mefiston, seize the The Great Angel's soul fragments, and destroy the Imperium of Man's resistance.
"Block these daemons!" Mefiston shouted, "Don't let them destroy the turrets and generators!"
The Blood Angels held a bolter in one hand and a sword or axe in the other.
Bolters roared, and swords and axes howled.
For a moment, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the scene was horrific.
"For Sanguinius!"
Mefiston raised his arm and shouted.
The staff in his hand released a bright psychic glow.
When he slammed the staff into the ground, violent black and red lightning spread across the entire sky.
Rumbling sounds echoed continuously, shaking the entire firmament.
The lightning struck the vast numbers of daemons, turning them all to ash.
"That's quite some power," Black Death praised, "Surrender to Father Nurgle's embrace, and you will receive more blessings and become even stronger."
"You disgusting fatso!" Mefiston yelled, using the God Chosen's insult for Nurgle, "How could anyone possibly want to join you stinking fatsoes?"
Black Death paused, then laughed. "Such an attack is meaningless to me."
"You're all a bunch of fatsoes who sold out to Tzeentch!" Mefiston shouted, "Disgusting!"
Black Death froze, then widened his eyes, staring at Mefiston, his decaying fat jiggling uncontrollably.
How could a human utter such venomous words?
"You will regret those words."
Black Death's face darkened, and his voice was no longer gentle.
"Even if I die, I will scream with all my might and tell every newcomer," Mefiston said.
Black Death, wielding a rusty longsword, launched an attack on Mefiston.
He wanted to cleave this scoundrel into seven pieces, then sew him back together and force-feed him Father Nurgle's soup, turning him into the very fatso he once detested.
Mefiston and Black Death erupted into a fierce battle.
Psychic lightning flew, and every collision released a powerful shockwave, raising terrifying tidal waves.
Mefiston had fused with the power of the Dark Angels.
Even when facing a Greater Daemon, he did not fall behind, even forcing Black Death to retreat repeatedly.
It was a pity that the Four Chaos Gods did not fight among themselves this time. They worked together, aiming to crush the Imperium of Man's forces and seize the The Great Angel's soul fragments in one fell swoop.
Currently, the Imperium of Man already had two Primarchs returned, and a Saint capable of bringing various new policies and technologies was also present.
If Sanguinius returned again, the Imperium of Man's strength would undoubtedly surge once more.
At that time, only if the Traitor Primarchs reunited, coupled with the efforts of the Chaos Gods, would it be possible to suppress the Imperium of Man. Seeing Black Death fall into a disadvantage, Famine, Scurvy, Smallpox, Cholera, and other Nurgle daemons all joined the battlefield.
No matter how strong Mefiston was, he couldn't simultaneously contend with so many Chaos Greater Daemons.
Bang!
One mistake, and he was sent flying hundreds of meters, crashing into the ruins with a thud.
"I told you, you would pay for this."
Black Death walked over, preparing to execute Mefiston and drag his soul into Father Nurgle's garden forever.
And at this moment,
A long spear covered in arcs of electricity tore through the air.
In an instant, it pierced through Black Death's corpulent body, pinning him to a thick wall.
Foul-smelling slime dripped down the spear, pooling on the ground and emitting a stench.
This made Scurvy, Famine, and the other Nurgle Greater Daemons widen their eyes.
A Nurgle Greater Daemon was pierced like that, pinned to a wall!
Could anything more absurd happen in this universe?
Just then, a beam of light descended from high above.
It instantly stirred up a terrifying shockwave, sending all the surrounding daemons flying.
Cortana, clad in silver-white armor and with a steel halo floating behind her, descended onto the battlefield, directly confronting the Nurgle Greater Daemons.
"What kind of skill is bullying mortals? Fight me, daemons."
Cortana's voice was very cold.
Mefiston widened his eyes, showing surprise.
Who would have thought that Cortana, who always appeared in a cute image,
could transform into a War Goddess fighting against numerous Greater Daemons on the battlefield?
"Your race hasn't been completely wiped out yet!"
Black Death painstakingly pulled the spear out, tossed it aside, and, dragging his intestines, walked in front of Cortana.
He had existed for a very long time, so he naturally knew about the Star Gods.
This race possessed power no less than the Chaos Gods, controlling the Reality laws of the universe.
"You will be exterminated, but my race will not."
Cortana reached out, and the spear that Black Death had thrown aside flew back into her hand.
The filth on the spear's shaft was incinerated, and it returned to its original appearance.
Evidently, the spear she had just thrown was to stop Black Death from harming Mefiston.
"I also want to see whether the gods who control the material universe are more powerful, or if the mighty power of Immaterium is superior."
Scurvy chuckled, brandishing a longsword forged from daemon-iron, and charged at Cortana.
The other Chaos Greater Daemons also swarmed forward, either swinging weapons or spewing viscous fluids containing deadly plagues.
Cortana displayed the power of the Star Gods.
Her entire body transformed into burning light, and surging psychic power was unleashed by her at will, turning into deadly lightning and flames.
When she roared to the sky, the terrifying sound caused cracks to appear in the heavens.
The power of the Reality universe was strengthening, and physical laws were resisting the chaotic forces of disorder, driving them back to where they belonged.
She blocked the Nurgle Greater Daemons and fought them fiercely.
Mefiston rallied, stood up again, and joined this thrilling battle.
However, the number of daemons was simply too great.
Alex gave subsidies to the Players, allowing them to consume faith to accelerate their resurrection speed.
But facing endless daemons, even if the Players could constantly resurrect, it was difficult to stop them from breaking through the defense line.
"There's no other way. I have to activate my summoning spell too."
Realizing he was no match for the Four Chaos Gods, Alex activated his Divine State.
The long-accumulated power of faith was ignited, turning into raging flames. The Warp energy was swallowed like by a whale, forming a large vortex that poured into Alex's body.
And at this moment, a golden sun also appeared behind Alex.
Of course, 'golden' was only from a human perspective.
From the daemons' perspective, that newly appeared sun was black.
Terrifying light illuminated the entire surface of Signus, and countless daemons screamed and fled.
The ever-changing sky was torn open at one corner by golden flames.
Countless Bound Warriors fell like rain.
The soul fragment in Mefiston's embrace flew out, transforming into the The Great Angel's form in the air.
The deceased son was reborn by his Father Nurgle's wrath, appearing once again before the world in a solidified body.
"Did the The Great Angel resurrect?"
"Did the Guide unleash his ultimate move?"
"Good heavens, directly confronting the Four Chaos Gods!"
"He's changed. He's no longer the Guide who ate cold, dry rations with us on the Imperial Glory."
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The Players watched this scene, amazed.
Back then, they were all rookies, and the Guide was a big rookie.
No equipment, no skills.
Now, the Guide could unleash an ultimate move and contend with the Warp Gods!
The surface of Signus also underwent astonishing changes.
Light gushed from the earth, and one by one, Blood Angels radiating pure white light emerged from the glow.
They were the warriors who had fallen in the Battle of Signus.
Now, they were summoned back again to fight for humanity.