Abaddon was filled with anticipation.
As long as he synthesized the three divine artifacts, he would possess the Webway Shield Tunneling Machine.
With that, he could easily destroy the Webway that humanity had repaired.
By then, the Imperium would be a cute little girl, and he could do whatever he wanted with it.
The Emperor's pawns would only be able to hum and hah to entertain him, no longer able to stop him.
Vashtorr ordered his mechanical wizards to begin an ancient ritual, merging the collected fragments to reassemble the former Caliban.
However, Vashtorr did not name it Caliban, but rather Dragonwood Star.
The surface of Dragonwood Star was composed of jagged bedrock, upon which countless hellish machines were arrayed, continuously emitting roaring sounds.
These machines delved deep into the world's core, with city-sized giant pistons repeatedly slamming back and forth, producing rumbling noises.
Rivers of blood, with chunks of flesh floating in them, were ground by giant machinery.
Everywhere, scalding steam boiled, and bright sparks shot out.
Lava became rivers, and molten iron turned into streams.
The Warp continuously surged with energy fluctuations as Dragonwood Star formed, spreading outwards in ripples.
"This is a blasphemy."
Azrael arrived on the battlefield with the Dark Angels.
Upon learning that Dragonwood Star was the former Caliban, he was both shocked and enraged.
The Lion, however, appeared very calm; as the Lord of Caliban, he had encountered the Ouroboros and the Tuchulcha Engine during the Great Crusade and the Horus Heresy, and knew some of the secrets of these two artifacts.
The only thing that surprised him was that Caliban was part of the No Harmony Engine, not a prison for the Ouroboros.
Abaddon also noticed the arrival of the Dark Angels immediately.
"Prepare to engage the Emperor's dogs."
The Despoiler's voice echoed through the Vengeful Spirit's communication channel, and even the fleet's channel.
"Let us offer sacrifices for this ritual, and let the blood of the Emperor's pawns fill the entire Warp."
As his voice fell, the crew, corrupted by Chaos power, began to shout various blasphemous words and dark oaths.
Abaddon looked at the tactical projector with a cruel smile.
The blood of the Emperor's pawns would be spilled on the surface of Dragonwood Star.
Something terrifying would be resurrected through the bodies of the dead.
"Have the fleet prepare for battle, and at the same time, have the wizards speed up the ritual. We need to give the Emperor's pawns a big surprise."
One massive Ark of Omen after another turned, aiming their main cannons at the approaching Imperial fleet.
The Captains loyal to the Emperor showed no fear.
They simply performed the aquila salute, ready to return their souls to the Throne.
Just as both sides were at loggerheads and a great battle was about to erupt,
Cracks reappeared in the vast and boundless Warp.
The Players, summoned by the data pack, arrived from all directions, and one warship after another, painted with peculiar patterns, entered the battlefield, invigorating the Imperial Captains.
Among them, the most eye-catching were the Dora Workshop's Sky Punishment Colossus; they were simply too massive.
Just entering the battlefield, without doing anything, they could bring a tremendous sense of oppression.
"We will strike, we will shock the gods."
Dora continuously raised his arms and shouted, inspiring his companions.
At the same time, he kept uploading photos and videos in the chat channel,
making the Players of other Battle Groups gnash their teeth with envy. After defeating Abaddon, they would definitely gather and beat up the arrogant Dora again.
With the appearance of these super-dreadnoughts, both the Imperium and Chaos were thoroughly shocked.
"Emperor, his venerable self, above! The warships are so big!"
"Oh my heavens, is this the Emperor manifesting?"
"Emperor—"
.......
Dora greatly enjoyed this feeling of being the center of attention,
and even more so, the sight of other Players disliking him but being unable to do anything about him.
But his happiness did not last long before it was shattered.
The MC Dynasty, which had been silent for a long time, arrived with their most outstanding bio-engineering creations.
Reconstructed Zerg broodmothers and a massive Zerg fleet.
Their scale was in no way inferior to any Tyranids / Tyranid fleet discovered by the Imperium.
The biological ships were densely packed, like a tide, controlled by the broodmothers,
and the control of the broodmothers was in the hands of several Players from the MC Dynasty.
To feed this Zerg broodmother, the MC Dynasty had transformed several stars into energy sources,
continuously using stars to produce biomass to sustain the Zerg broodmother's consumption.
However, the biomes brought by the MC Dynasty were not the most shocking.
The appearance of the Academy of Agriculture was even more jaw-dropping.
"Did these guys dig up a World Tree from some fantasy plane?"
"I must not be awake, I see a tree flying!"
"My eyes are playing tricks on me, it must be."
The Academy of Agriculture's warship was a giant ancient tree, as large as an entire planet, with an aquila-shaped face.
The fruits it bore were cannon shells, and its leaves were shields, flying using the Aetheric Winds.
"Are we the Chaos spawn, or are they the Chaos spawn!"
Not to mention the Players being shocked, Abaddon and the Chaos faction were all stunned.
Today was truly an eye-opener, like a small knife pulling at the buttocks.
For a moment, they couldn't figure out who was actually corrupted by Chaos.
After seeing the outsiders' warships, Abaddon felt his SAN value plummeting.
"It's too crazy." Vashtorr also showed an expression of disbelief.
These outsiders actually grew warships? Does science still exist in the universe?
Fortunately, Abaddon didn't have the ability to read minds, otherwise he would have slapped Vashtorr on the back of his head.
What's your identity, thinking about science? Are you going to betray the Warp?
"Holy crap!" Dora's eyes nearly popped out when he saw the MC Dynasty and the Academy of Agriculture's entrance.
Compared to these talent monsters, he was still too conventional!
"I really should have installed some nanobot tentacles on the Sky Punishment Colossus," Dora muttered to himself.
War broke out between the Imperial fleet and the Chaos fleet.
The Ark of Omen did not suppress the Imperial fleet as expected; instead, it was gradually pushed into a disadvantage by the Imperial fleet.
The Players' warships looked bizarre, but their combat power was terrifyingly strong.
Once they opened fire, it was a saturated, dense barrage, incredibly exaggerated, leaving the Chaos fleet breathless.
Abaddon also lost his earlier arrogance, diligently commanding his fleet to avoid being shattered by the Imperium.
However, no matter how hard he tried,
the battlefield situation still gradually slid towards the Imperium.
Just as they were about to fall completely into a disadvantage, a terrifying storm suddenly surged from Dragonwood Star,
tearing cracks in the surrounding Warp, and the bright light of the Warp poured out, incredibly brilliant.
Roar!
A deafening roar resounded.
The Red Angel - Angron appeared with the Khorne army.
Countless daemons flew out of the cracks, flapping their crimson wings, continuously surging towards the Imperial warships.
Some daemons also piloted ancient chariots,
their wheels rumbling as they rolled through the Warp,
crashing into the Imperial steel warships, accompanied by terrifying explosions, shattering the warships.
When the daemons appeared, the laws of the universe were also twisted.
Many unreasonable things became reasonable. Angron was even more terrifying; he continuously tore through space with his battle-axe, shuttling within various warships,
and wherever he arrived, he would unleash a massacre, causing immense destruction.
Some warships also detonated as a result, exploding into fireballs in the Warp.
"I will face you."
Realizing the destructive nature of his brother, Lion decisively struck.
With the appearance of forest and mist, the Lion vanished before everyone.
When he reappeared, he stood before Angron.
The Red Angel, currently holding a Player, roared upon seeing Lion, and violently flung the Player away.
With a bang, that poor unfortunate soul turned into a pile of mangled flesh and went to process his resurrection.
"Today, let me end your atrocities, Angron."
Lion let out a low roar, sword in one hand, shield in the other, charging towards his former brother.
The two Primarchs erupted into a fierce battle.
To prevent the warships from being destroyed, Lion seized an opportunity, activating the forest and mist,
and after Angron crashed into it, he instantly initiated a teleportation, pulling the battlefield to the surface of Dragonwood Star.
Angron was indifferent to the change in the battlefield.
His eyes were fixed solely on Lion's head.
The pain from the Butcher's Nails drove him mad.
Only by obtaining his brother's head could the Butcher's Nails stop tormenting him.
"Die!" Angron continuously roared.
He could only utter these simple words.
Endless rage had blanked his mind; only the instincts of anger and slaughter remained.
The Lion grieved for this unfortunate brother, pitying his current state.
But he showed no mercy; regardless of the reason, Angron's transgressions were unforgivable.
Too many had died because of him.
The The Battle of Terra, and for the ten thousand years the Imperium stood,
Angron's every appearance was accompanied by mountains of corpses and seas of blood, boundless slaughter.
Each time, entire planets, or even dozens of planets, were massacred.
This former King of Gladiators had completely become a slave to the Lord of Blood.
The only thing Lion could do was to end it all.
To give Angron the death he should have received long ago.
As the two Primarchs fiercely battled, deep beneath the surface of Dragonwood Star, there was a black mechanical sanctuary.
Vashtorr was there, exerting all his dark wisdom,
attempting to merge the Tuchulcha Engine, the Ouroboros, and the Plague Heart, and fuse them onto the Dragonwood Heart he had reshaped.
With his efforts, the three divine artifacts merged, forming a black heart that powered the entire Dragonwood Star,
and the Webway Shield Tunneling Machine, once used by the Old Ones, reappeared before the world.
"Success."
Vashtorr's face showed excitement, and he couldn't help but want to cheer.
The next second, Aetheric energy surged, and a flash of teleportation suddenly appeared.
Before Vashtorr could react, a spear infused with soulless power pierced his body from behind, suppressing his divine power and authority, leaving him weakened.
At this moment, the Alphas emerged from the teleportation flash, and the leader walked up to the assembled No Harmony Engine.
"It's finally done."
"Take control of this thing and set the jump coordinates."
"What do you want to do?" The weakened Vashtorr couldn't even stand, only able to watch helplessly as these Alphas debugged the No Harmony Engine.
The leading Alpha turned his head and walked up to Vashtorr.
"Thank you for your help, Vashtorr."
"If it weren't for you, we don't know how much time we would have wasted assembling the No Harmony Engine."
"You deliberately gave us the Tuchulcha Engine?" Vashtorr looked at the Alpha in front of him, trying to reach out with his mechanical hand to grab the other, but he had no strength at all.
The soulless spear had severed his connection with the Warp, preventing him from using his authority and power.
At this moment, he was weaker than a small daemon.
"So clever, truly worthy of being the master of the Soul Forge." The Alpha smiled.
"Who exactly are you? What are you going to do with my No Harmony Engine?"
"Please allow me to reintroduce myself. I am Hong Zhong, a member of the The Sitting-and-Forgetting Dao Battle Group." Hong Zhong removed his helmet, revealing a Hong Zhong head.
"As for what to do with this No Harmony Engine? Does that even need to be asked? Of course, we're going to drive it away."
Perhaps to mock Vashtorr, the other Alphas also removed their helmets, revealing their Mahjong tile heads.
"Liar." Vashtorr shouted.
"You're so silly. If I didn't trick you, I'd feel bad about myself." Hong Zhong shrugged, "Bringing you the Tuchulcha Engine from so far away, did you really think you were so charming?!"
"Boss Hong Zhong, the jump coordinates have been set." A Player said.
"Initiate teleportation, let's go." Hong Zhong gave the order.
"No!" Vashtorr looked at the Tuchulcha Engine, which was the core, "Don't listen to them, stop the teleportation, you will gain true freedom."
The human controlled by the Tuchulcha Engine shook his head, "According to the agreement, Hong Zhong's authority is higher than yours; he is my primary authority holder."
"Moreover, your mind isn't very clever; such a simple trick deceived you. Such intelligence is not worthy of being my master." Vashtorr: "..."
If you don't follow, then don't follow!
And to say such words!
The No Harmony Engine was activated, and the energy fluctuations released by Dragonwood Star quickly reached an exaggerated peak.
"Success?" Abaddon was ecstatic upon learning of Dragonwood Star's change.
He saw that Vashtorr, this kid, was capable of great things.
Now that the key was activated, the Imperium was doomed.
"Show your power!" Abaddon shouted, "Annihilate those damned Imperial forces."
The Imperial fleet quickly moved away from Dragonwood Star, fearing that the released energy aftermath would destroy them.
The Chaos fleet, however, was incredibly excited, shouting to teach the Emperor's pawns a lesson.
Dragonwood Star spewed out a powerful glow, like burning flames.
The surrounding Warp continuously warped and curved, and space itself fluctuated, like a black cloth being casually pulled and gathered.
The entire Reality shattered as Dragonwood Star rotated, and then it carved out a path between Reality and the Warp, and then left.
The excited Abaddon watched this scene, his smile frozen on his face.
Ah!
No, it just left like that??
"Vashtorr, you liar, where's the engine? Where's my big engine?"
Abaddon watched the newly assembled No Harmony Engine Warp away, letting out a pig-like squeal.