Isstvan V is a desolate world.
Long before their ancestors reached this planet, prolonged crustal upheavals had already extinguished all life upon it.
Only the most tenacious organisms and the most basic plants survived.
Sheer mountains are slashed by deep canyons whose ends connect to rolling deserts.
The lowland plains gradually become wasteland, covered only by sparse shrubs like a scab over the dried seabed of a shallow coast.
The air is filled with extremely fine volcanic ash; with every breath one feels a thin layer of dry grit scraping the back of the throat.
To protect himself from the punitive force dispatched from Terra, Horus built a fortress in a basin called Urgall.
This basin sits in a vast plain; at its center, a gigantic dormant volcano towers.
Horus ordered the army to construct a fortress using the volcano as its foundation.
Numerous military firing positions were excavated into the basalt at the volcano's foot; magazines were hidden in natural caves inside the mountain.
Headquarters was embedded in a cavity halfway up the volcano, formed by repeated erosion by lava, large enough to house an entire force.
Lava welling from deep within the volcano is drawn up by gigantic heat-pipes and converted into the energy source of the void shields.
This allows the fortress complex to continue operating even under orbital bombardment and effectively prevents damage from orbital strikes.
The basin is filled with vast quantities of waste rock.
Though the slope is relatively gentle, the danger remains extremely high.
Sharp basalt and glossy black volcanic rock formed over thousands of years make the terrain here steep and hazardous.
Soldiers could only crawl at a snail's pace and barely move up or down.
The narrow passages inside the basin forced the enemy into frontal attacks; effective flanking attacks were impossible.
The Salamanders Legion, Iron Hands Legion, and Raven Guard Legion were the first to arrive in the Isstvan system.
Gigantic fleets leapt from the Warp; the sensor arrays of the advance reconnaissance fleet immediately scanned the entire galaxy.
No traitor fleets were discovered; only the massacre aboard Isstvan III was revealed.
The entire planet, exposed to repeated virus bombs and orbital strikes, had become a desolate, barren land.
The Luna Wolves, Emperor's Children, and World Eaters who had refused to betray the Emperor had been purged by their former comrades with cannons and chainswords and become unrecoverable skeletons.
The only other place showing movement was Isstvan V.
Horus had used the volcano to build a fortress on this desolate planet.
A gigantic void shield covered the entire basin; on the reconnaissance ships' sensor screens the fortress clusters were lit with dense fire-markers.
None of the three Primarchs knew what Horus was truly plotting.
After sweeping the traitors from inside their Legions, they did not flee at once; they remained on Isstvan V and began constructing a military fortress.
This was clearly preparation against the punitive fleet the Imperium would dispatch.
"Whatever conspiracy Horus plots, if we can annihilate his entire army, then no matter how capable he is, he can pose no threat."
Ferrus advocated opening the attack first, destroying the enemy's ground defense line, and opening a breach for the subsequent landing of friendly forces.
"They betrayed the Emperor. We must make them understand how terrible the price will be."
Vulkan and Corax initially opposed Ferrus's proposal. They believed the traitor fleet had not yet appeared.
If they rashly began a landing operation, there was a very high possibility of being caught off guard by a trap the enemy had set.
They should wait until the other Legions arrived before discussing an attack.
In that case their strength would be richer and their firepower more powerful, so the enemy would find it impossible to face them.
However, Ferrus strongly insisted that the Iron Hands lead the attack.
They bore responsibility for tackling the most difficult task; the other two Legions would merely provide support.
Seeing their brother's strong insistence Vulkan and Corax had no choice but to agree.
The three Primarchs reached agreement and resolutely began war against the ground world.
Supported by orbital bombardment, tens of thousands of drop pods broke through the atmosphere and crashed onto the surface of Isstvan V.
As the drop capsules passed through the atmosphere, the outer shells of insulation material rubbed violently against the air, leaving countless dazzling white trajectories in the sky like a magnificent meteor shower.
Unfortunately, this meteor shower did not symbolize hope; rather, it symbolized massacre and death.
When the hulls slammed into the rim of the Urgall Depression, they raised sand and dust dozens of meters high.
The instant they struck the ground, explosive bolts blew the hatches off.
The Astartes leapt from still-steaming compartments and immediately pulled the triggers of their boltguns, bathing the traitors in a rain of bullets.
Ferrus, clad in his trademark smoky-grey power armor, warhammer in hand, was the first to set foot on the battlefield.
"Let us wash away shame and betrayal with the blood of these accursed traitors."
The Primarch's voice roared from the helmet speaker, drowning out the smoldering flames from the drop-pod engines and the alarm sounds ringing from distant rebel positions.
The other members of the Iron Hands shouted in unison and followed the Primarch into the meat-grinder of a battlefield.
Battle-fire lit the clouds overhead. Bullets crossed the battlefield in lethal arcs; flame-trails from high-energy lasers raced across the field.
They sliced the originally dim light of the basin into countless glittering fragments.
A Titan Legion led by the Emperor-class Titan Dies Irae drove through a rain of missiles and cannon fire; as these gigantic weapons were piloted, the ground shook terribly.
Woo! Woo! Woo!
War-horns sounded; Dies Irae emerged from the shadow at the volcano's foot.
Because of its enormity, it was an especially conspicuous presence from the moment it appeared.
Sturdy robotic arms suspended heavy plasma cannons; every time they fired, they left gigantic craters belching black smoke at the points of impact.
Small suns dotted the desert; their intense light illuminated the entire battlefield more dazzlingly than daylight.
A single explosion could kill hundreds of Astartes. The shockwave would tear their flesh and power armor to pieces.
Intense heat instantly evaporated flesh and blood; only scorched lumps of bone were scattered along the edges of the holes.
At the explosion's center, the sand melted into glossy black glass; when trodden, it shattered into countless small fragments that still smoked.
Ferrus charged, plunged into the enemy formation, and transformed into a terrifying god of war.
He swung a warhammer covered in dazzling electric light; with every blow, the hammer's blade accurately crushed the traitors who blocked his path.
The power was terrifying; even vehicles could hardly withstand a blow of his hammer.
Combat began very smoothly; in the early stage of the attack, thousands of rebels were massacred.
The battlefield was dyed bright red with blood; countless corpses were scattered everywhere. It was a terrible sight.
The entire Salamanders Legion suppressed enemies lurking in trenches and bunkers with flame, then purified them with malignant promethium.
The chemical fire released from promethium flamethrowers can melt even rock.
When flame flowed into the rebels' hiding places, the screams lasted only a few seconds before being completely swallowed by the roar of fire.
Vulkan's powerful figure drove through the falling bullets and eliminated every enemy in sight in the Emperor's name.
His deep-green power armor emitted a warm luster amid the flames of explosions; the gigantic warhammer in his hand was several times heavier than those wielded by other Salamander warriors.
Yet he swung the weapon lightly; each swing blew away several rebel soldiers.
A gigantic explosion occurred at the Primarch's feet and he was wrapped in flame.
Dozens of Firedrakes were thrown into the air; their armor melted, their flesh burned to the bone.
Vulkan emerged unharmed from the center of the flames with composure and continued the slaughter.
Corax appeared like a shadow and led the Raven Guard deep into the traitors' positions.
Countless traitors rolled to the ground as pitiful limbs; the path the Raven Guard passed was filled with corpses, forming a corridor of blood and flesh.
Under the cover of orbital bombardment, loyalist heavy landing ships broke through the anti-aircraft fire.
Heavy equipment, cannons, tanks, and war engines were brought onto the ground of Isstvan V.
The accompanying auxiliary forces and attendants rapidly constructed fortifications to consolidate the gains at the landing site.
The scale of the war expanded dramatically and developed into one of the largest battles in the entire Great Crusade.
More than sixty thousand Astartes fought a bloody battle on the plain; the sound of cannon fire rang out without cease.
Torrents of bullets coiled in the air like iron snakes; linear energy beams vanished in an instant; concentrated barrages of dense explosives were like hailstorms crossing the sky.
After being hit, aircraft in the air crashed to the ground, leaving blazing flames; dense smoke still rose from craters in the volcanic rock.
As the pinnacle of the art of destruction, the Titans boasted terrifying firepower.
From the gigantic cannons suspended on their arms, dazzling beams were released.
From infantry to armored units, nothing could withstand the fury of these destructive beings.
Those terrible explosions were like the birth of a supernova; dazzling light illuminated the entire battlefield in an instant.
The battlefield of Isstvan V had become an unprecedented slaughterhouse.
Traitor warriors torn by hatred waged cruel combat against their former comrades.
They had once called one another brothers and participated together in the Emperor's Great Crusade.
Now they struggled fiercely on the surface of Isstvan V as if they were mortal enemies.
Every minute, every second, countless people lost their lives. The fighting was unbelievably gruesome.
The traitor army resisted stubbornly, yet morale had already fallen.
Just as both sides were suffering enormous damage, a gigantic trumpet-sound rang across the battlefield, and countless meteors appeared in the sky.
Thrusters of landing craft, landing ships, and assault boats punched through smoke and slammed into the ground with an ear-splitting roar.
Hundreds of Stormbirds and Thunderhawks roared as they plunged toward the ground; their armor shone.
The Alpha Legion, Word Bearers, Night Lords, and Iron Warriors descended onto the battlefield.
"The enemy's defeat is inevitable."
Hearing this news, the Primarchs Ferrus, Vulkan, and Corax boiled with joy.
At seven-to-three in numbers, they had the advantage.
However, they soon realized this was not their support but support for the rebels.
There was a reason Horus had become Warmaster.
When the enemy was on Isstvan III, they had carried out a massacre.
They knew Terra would dispatch a punitive force to punish them.
Yet instead of fleeing, he built a fortress on Isstvan V. This was clearly deliberate.
Now the Warmaster Horus's true intention became clear.
The fortress complex of Isstvan V had never been a defensive facility in the first place.
Rather, it was bait to lure the loyalists and make them commit all their strength to the main battlefield.
The instant the loyalist Astartes declared victory nearby, the four Legions that arrived later opened fire on them.
Thousands of soldiers died in an instant, brutally killed by the gunfire of four Legions.
The battlefield became a scene of wholesale massacre. Loyalists were felled one after another by overwhelming firepower and chopped by blood-soaked chainswords.
Warriors of the Salamanders Legion were surrounded by Night Lords and the Alpha Legion; a rain of bombardment poured down on the fearless Salamanders.
Salamander warriors clad in deep-green power armor fell one after another before the fierce crossfire like wheat being harvested.
The Iron Hands Legion and Ferrus were surrounded and became lambs led to the slaughterhouse.
The Raven Guard were assaulted by an enemy force several times their size; in the gruesome scene, corpses were scattered across the ground.
"The result is decided." Horus walked toward the fortress reviewing stand.
He wore power armor decorated mainly in gold and silver.
The wolf-head and crescent emblems on the pauldrons reflected the volcanic eruption and emitted a cold silver light.
He looked down on the massacred loyalists; neither joy nor anger floated in his eyes.
There existed only one pure, unshakable conviction. It had been polished again and again by hatred.
"Father, my sword will soon be pointed at Terra."
"I will end your tyranny and save humanity. I will become a being superior and more outstanding than you."
...
Due to the betrayal of four Legions, the Primarchs Ferrus, Vulkan, and Corax fell into a desperate predicament.
The Iron Hands were attacked from both sides by the Emperor's Children and the Iron Warriors.
The Salamanders were split and surrounded by the Night Lords and Alpha Legion.
The Raven Guard suffered more than half their casualties and were annihilated by the fierce assault of the Word Bearers and World Eaters.
The traitor fleet that should have vanished into the void suddenly reappeared and attacked their ships stationary in orbit.
In an instant, the loyalists both on the ground and in space were massacred.
In the void, warships exploded one after another under saturation attacks, like newborn bright stars.
In despair, Ferrus led his remaining warriors toward Fulgrim, Primarch of the Emperor's Children.
This was without doubt a suicidal act.
Yet the Iron Hands answered the Primarch's order without hesitation and charged toward Fulgrim together with him.
Ferrus faced unimaginable resistance; Emperor's Children assaulted him one after another.
Even if he killed one group, another group appeared in their place, as if there were no end.
However, these Emperor's Children could not threaten a Primarch.
They left only slight scars and bullet marks on his armor and nothing else. They all became corpses blocking the Primarch's path.
The Iron Hands warriors behind Ferrus, however, were not so fortunate.
They fell one after another during the advance.
When Ferrus finally reached Fulgrim, fewer than twenty warriors remained to him.
"You have finally arrived, Ferrus." Fulgrim wore the Emperor's Children's power armor of purple with gold embroidery.
Standing on protruding basalt, his long silver-white hair swayed gently in the blast-wind, making him look handsome and perfect.
"Yes. I have come to take your dog's life, traitor!" Ferrus shouted.
"No matter how much you say it, a fate already decided will not change."
"The Warmaster Horus's plan is perfect. You have become a target of massacre. Ferrus, throw down your weapon. I will plead with the Warmaster Horus to spare your life."
Staring at Ferrus, Fulgrim recalled their past and, not wishing him to die here, was driven by pity.
"Traitor. I do not fear death. The only thing that plunges me into terror is the loss of honor." Ferrus's voice was filled with anger; his eyes were fixed on Horus.
"Warriors who swear loyalty to the Emperor will never, now or hereafter, surrender to you."
Ferrus sheathed the warhammer and drew a longsword.
This sword had been a gift from Fulgrim.
During their last quarrel, he had broken the sword.
After Fulgrim left, he had reforged it.
He would use this gift to resolve the conflict between them.
"You must kill every last one of us. Only then can the victory you speak of be achieved."
"Then it is decided." Fulgrim also changed weapons and switched to a heavy warhammer.
This weapon had been a gift from Ferrus to him.
Clearly both held the tacit understanding that they would end this betrayal that had begun from friendship in the same way.
Ferrus launched the first attack against Fulgrim.
His longsword came down without cease; each blow struck Fulgrim's vital points in the shortest and fiercest arc.
Fulgrim swung the heavy warhammer in an arc. That gigantic hammer-head possessed power enough to smash a Titan's armor to pieces.
Every swing produced a heavy bass that tore the air.
Every time sword and hammer collided, a visible shockwave radiated from the point of contact.
It crushed surrounding volcanic-rock fragments and bodies lying on the ground into still finer dust.
The two Primarchs were equal in strength and skill.
In the end both were severely wounded.
Ferrus received a fierce blow to the temple; the grey helm was torn away together with skin and muscle.
Blood sprayed, ran down the left cheek, and soaked the armor of the left shoulder.
Small dark-red pools dripped onto the volcanic-rock surface and gradually spread.
On Fulgrim's abdomen there was a terrible laceration cut by Ferrus's longsword.
The blade cut in from the left ribs and pierced the entire abdominal cavity diagonally downward.
Fragments of purple power armor and patterns of severed gold thread were embedded in the edges of the wound; every time he breathed, blood sprayed from the wound.
The painful awakening cleared Fulgrim's clouded mind. The sensation was like inhaling fresh mountain air; it cleared the fog covering his heart.
With his consciousness clear, Fulgrim, the instant he saw the blood-soaked Ferrus, was seized by inexpressible sorrow and filled with deep grief.
"No… brother, what have I done? What have I done?" Fulgrim's voice was hoarse and broken, in contrast to his usual elegant, composed tone.
"You no longer have the right to call me brother." Ferrus staggered to his feet and tottered toward Fulgrim.
Blood sprayed from the wound at the temple and flowed down the neck into the collar of the power armor.
Ferrus approached Fulgrim, glared at his traitor brother, and continued the attack.
Fulgrim, driven into a corner, instinctively drew the longsword obtained at the Temple of the Laer and received the falling blade with it.
The amethyst set in the sword's hilt emitted an evil light and covered the two Primarchs' battlefield in ominous purple light.
In an instant, Fulgrim obtained unparalleled power and became able to handle Ferrus's attacks easily.
When Ferrus made a mistake in his attack, he immediately seized the opportunity and slashed Ferrus's breastplate with the sword.
From Ferrus's left shoulder to the right ribs, a terrible wound spread, so deep that bone was exposed.
Ferrus cried out in pain and staggered backward.
Fulgrim, controlled by the sorcery of the Laer blade, seized the chance to deliver a fatal blow.
The blade, wrapped in purple light, moved soundlessly from upper right to lower left.
Ferrus's head fell from his shoulders.
This sight shocked everyone on the battlefield.
One Primarch had murdered another Primarch.
They had never once seen such a thing.
Seeing their father killed, the remaining steel arms raised a desperate roar.
"Hurry, go to the Primarch."
"Protect the Primarch."
They abandoned the enemy and charged toward the dismembered Ferrus's body. They thought only of recovering the body and saving their father no matter what.
"Stop them!" the Emperor's Children shouted.
Block the members of the Iron Hands and seize the opportunity to defeat them.
Fulgrim stared at Ferrus's dismembered remains and was crushed by deep sorrow.
He had not intended to kill Ferrus at all, yet under the influence of the Laer blade he had actually killed Ferrus.
At that moment, the space of the battlefield distorted and countless cracks appeared.
Countless lights erupted from the fissures.
Immediately afterward, a square blue police telephone box appeared from the light.
On the door there was even a small white sign reading "Police Public Call Box."
This sight wrapped in smoke and flame looked absurd and bizarre.
With a hiss from the hydraulic system, the telephone-box door opened.
Datch arrived together with the Emperor and Primarchs, including Angron.
An eerie silence fell over the entire battlefield; only the growl of machines and occasional explosion sounds broke it.
Whether loyalist or rebel, the Astartes who had been fighting one another all forgot combat in that instant.
"Father!"
The instant Fulgrim saw the Emperor, his scalp crawled, and uncontainable terror welled up.
The guilt at murdering Ferrus and destroying the Emperor's legacy vanished in an instant; all that remained was endless terror.
The instant the Emperor appeared, the amethyst set in the sword Laer held flickered several times violently; afterward the light weakened.
"Traitor." The Emperor glared at Fulgrim and spoke in a cold voice.
A terrible will exploded in an instant, simultaneously crushed the surrounding traitors' flesh, and forced them to their knees.
Their power-armor boots struck the volcanic rock with a dull sound.
Even Fulgrim could not withstand the Emperor's power. When his knees struck the volcanic rock,
the Laer blade slipped from his trembling fingers.
The daemon lurking in the sword raised a scream of agony, shrank itself, and could no longer take reckless action as before.
The kneeling rebels stared at the Emperor trembling with terror, then looked at Horus standing beside him, and were completely bewildered.
Are Horus and the Emperor now allies of each other?
What the hell!!
You are the one who rebelled, Warmaster Horus.
Why are you now siding with the Emperor?
Damn it — were you trying to trap us?
You, father and son, are truly evil.
At the sight of the Emperor and Horus appearing together, many rebels were dumbfounded; their minds went blank.
In the end, they had all been deceived by Horus. Their so-called rebellion was merely a scheme to give the Emperor a pretext to eliminate them.
It was truly terrible!!
Datch ignored the numerous NPCs around him and walked straight toward Ferrus's dismembered remains.
He knelt before everyone's eyes, lifted Ferrus's head from blood and dirt, and returned it to his own neck.
Then he took out the Infinity Gauntlet and used the power of the Time Stone.
Suddenly, an emerald ray appeared and covered Ferrus's headless body and head.
And time began to reverse.
Bathed in vivid green light, the tissue of the cut surfaces stretched, connected again, and healed naturally.
The terrible wound where the Laer blade had pierced the chest closed little by little, slowly.
Severed servo-cables reconnected; ceramic armor plates shattered to pieces were restored to their original complete form by time running backward.
When all wounds had healed, Ferrus suddenly opened his eyes and stood up from the ground.
At that sight, everyone present lost their words.
He really came back to life!!
This is far too strange, far beyond their imagination.
"How is such a thing possible?" Fulgrim knelt on the ground and stared blankly at the resurrected Ferrus. "Has Ferrus truly come back to life?"
Numerous warriors of the Iron Hands first were surprised, then boiled with joy and raised an ear-splitting cheer.
The instant the Primarchs died, it was as if a large part of their souls had become hollow.
An inexpressible blank had arisen.
Now that the Primarch had revived, the missing piece had become complete again.
Not only Ferrus; Datch also expanded the Time Stone's range of application.
Tracing the timelines of the fallen loyalists back to when they were still alive…
Under the traitors' terror-filled gazes, the loyalist soldiers who should have been dead came back to life, unable to understand what had happened, wearing expressions of surprise and confusion.
The rebel Horus, standing at the top of the fortress overlooking the battlefield and many other rebel Primarchs, was dumbfounded at the sight before their eyes.
They had finally succeeded in annihilating the Emperor's loyal subordinates, yet somehow they had miraculously revived.
Is this reasonable?! Is this reasonable?!
This is cheating! Completely cheating! Is no one going to do anything about it?!
Furthermore, how on earth did the Emperor suddenly appear here?
Because of the chaos Magnus caused, should he not be confined to Terra?
We are doomed. Who can deal with the Emperor now?
Can numerical force alone weaken the King of Humanity?
Even if the fallen loyalists have revived, the current situation is still seven-to-three; they remain in an advantageous position.
If they can exhaust the Emperor, that can be called success!
What about the four gods?
Please come and help!
The three loyal Legions who had revived and returned quickly gathered around the Emperor.
Why rebel Primarchs such as Lorgar, Angron, and Horus stand on the Emperor's side is unknown, yet the Emperor's claim is without doubt considered correct.
Several rebel Primarchs rapidly gathered warriors unaffected by the Emperor and dispatched every available artillery unit toward the place where the Emperor was.
Horus's betrayal also included preparing a void fleet to bombard the Emperor's location from orbit.
However, whatever he did, the situation did not change.
Datch is here for a speedrun, not to play a war-game with him.
They used the Space Stone to open portals at the feet of the traitor Primarchs, including Horus.
The next instant they all fell before the Emperor's eyes.
The Master of Mankind's terrible will instantly forced these traitor Primarchs to their knees and sealed their movement.
The instant Lorgar saw the Emperor, his loyalty to the four gods vanished without a trace.
At this moment, he finally recalled the terror he had felt when Perfect City was burned, and he himself was dominated by the other party.
How dare you side with the four gods and betray the Emperor!
"Father… Father…" The traitor Lorgar's voice trembled.
"Is this me who came from another timeline? How pathetic." The Lorgar of the new timeline felt disappointment seeing the traitor Lorgar whose legs trembled with terror.
Without the Nameless Lord's advice, he would have become an outrageous failure!
Ignoring everyone around him, Curze walked toward the traitor Curze of this timeline.
According to the fragmentary records of Imperium Secundus history he had at that time spoken with the traitor Curze and persuaded him to repent.
He now wanted to know more about the other self on another timeline and was shocked to see another version of himself after betraying Curze.
However, before long, jealousy sprouted in his heart.
The other party's eyes were very calm, yet hope and expectation he had never held dwelt there.
"Who are you?" the traitor Curze asked.
"I am you," the Curze of the new timeline said. "You who made a different choice."
"You try to maintain peace through terror; though efficient, it is fragile. I choose fairness and justice. It takes time, yet it is extremely firm."
"Lies." The traitor Curze shook his head. "The future is not as predicted. Is the future you see different from the future I see?"
"The future I see is the same as the future you see. Dark, without hope." The Curze of the new timeline shook his head. "But our choices are different. You firmly believe humanity is filled with darkness; I believe humanity is a complex existence."
"Human nature cannot be suppressed by terror alone. We must also learn how to guide it. People each possess unique wisdom and power and will strive and fight for what they themselves believe to be good."
"..."
While the other Primarchs conversed with their counterparts from another timeline…
The Horus of the new timeline stood before the traitor Horus.
The historical fragment in the Temple of Davin had only revealed the reason for rebellion on another timeline; it had not shown the danger of rebellion.
Now Horus knows.
Without the help of the nameless ones, he would have become a mad monster who mercilessly slighted human life and brotherhood.
The traitor forced to his knees, together with many loyalists, was completely dumbfounded at this sight.
Ferrus, Vulkan, and Corax were all similarly puzzled.
What does it mean that there are two each of Lorgar, Angron, Horus, and so on?
What on earth is happening?
Unfortunately, no one explained it to them.
After all, they are all merely fragments of history.
Once the fulcrum is gone, they too will vanish.
Explanation is useless. When the next historical fragment encounters them again, they will have no related memories.
Therefore, after the Primarchs of the new timeline tried to make the rebel Primarchs repent, Datch had the Emperor erase them.
At this time, the traitor Horus had not yet gone to Molech, obtained the power of the four gods, and become the true Chaos Warmaster.
For the Emperor, dealing with him was as easy as crushing an ant.
At that time, Chaos God Horus appeared again.
Unfortunately, before he could open his mouth, he was expelled again; only a scream of irritation was left behind.
In a situation of constantly losing the foothold of existence, this Chaos Warmaster began to feel uneasy.
With the execution of the rebel Primarchs, the fulcrum of the historical fragment collapsed and was absorbed into the chaotic flow of time.
Datch gave the obtained historical essence to Pugh and the other Warp creatures and had them ingest it, further strengthening their auras.
Having unraveled the historical fragment of the Isstvan massacre, Datch continues searching for new historical fragments.
The Battle of the Phall system, the Battle of Paramar, the Second Battle of Prospero, and others.
Datch used various powerful means and led the Emperor and the other Primarchs on a journey at astonishing speed.
He has already spent too much time on this work. He needs to complete it as quickly as possible.
Thanks to Datch's efforts, the scattered historical fragments were rapidly organized, and they arrived at the most important historical point: the Siege of Terra.
This war that was ostensibly a battle of rebellion and loyalty was in fact a confrontation between the Emperor and the four gods.
Once this historical anchor is undone, the entire timeline of the Warhammer world will undergo a fundamental transformation.
At that time the game's progress will shift all at once from mid-game to endgame.
P.S. I coded all day today; the situation is steadily improving. In another day or two I should be able to resume writing ten thousand words a day.
Supporting your body with your hands when you fall is really not good. It's strange that after applying medicine for three days, the redness and purple discoloration remain.
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