Swing, hack, smash.
No matter how he killed it, the opponent could always reorganize and reassemble into a new form.
In this chaotic space, Vashtorr seemed unkillable.
No matter the form in which he killed the opponent, it would always reassemble in another form.
"How disgusting!"
Lion pulled a long face, complaining about such an extremely disgusting fighting style.
He could feel his stamina draining, while the opponent, with its mechanical body, had no concept of stamina consumption.
An endless sense of exhaustion was eroding his body, and at the same time, waves of daemonic whispers began to fester at the edge of his mind.
"Lion, you are a being with the potential of a demigod!"
"Don't you want to attain eternal life?"
"And then take on the title of the Eternal Warmaster?"
"I swear, as long as you assist me in becoming a god, I can give you everything you want, as long as your First Legion serves me!"
"Then you will become my eternal blade!"
Vashtorr seemed to see the opponent's obsession, so he extended an olive branch, wanting to recruit this demigod, that is, Lion, into his service.
Naturally, he would have to pay a significant price.
Currently, the half-immortal Vashtorr had not mastered true malevolent arts; he was still very far from becoming a true god.
However, this was not impossible. He was determined to become the fifth Chaos God, and because of this, he needed to find sufficient support in the real universe.
Dark Angels, although Vashtorr did not like these guys, in order to become a god, he had to make certain compromises.
In Vashtorr's estimation, if he could bring the First Legion under his command, the chance of becoming a god would undoubtedly be the highest.
At the very least, this option was much better than the Despoiler Abaddon, after all, one of the key fragments was currently on The Rock!
"Heh!"
Lion stood in place, his cold eyes staring straight at the opponent.
That ugly mechanical body made him feel disgusted, and the strong, pungent odor was simply nauseating.
Lion knew that he was not sharp enough at the moment, as the blade of his father, he did not yet have the ability to truly kill the opponent.
"How about it? Have you thought it through?"
"My proposal is beneficial to you and your future Imperium!"
"Even after I take control of the Adeptus Mechanicus, I will give you quite a bit of help!"
"You can use some of my technologies to fight against other Chaos Gods, at the very least, it can allow some people to escape their suffering!"
If there is any Daemon in the Warp that is the most trustworthy, it might be Vax Half-Immortal.
Although Vax Half-Immortal cannot always deliver on what he says, at the very least, he keeps his promises.
It is precisely because of this that many Chaos Daemons are willing to sign contracts with him, and it is also because of this that his Soul Forge can continuously enslave the souls of Daemons.
If one really had to look at it from a certain perspective, these Daemons were all willing, and even the Chaos Gods could do nothing about him.
After all, the reason those Daemons were enslaved was to please the gods!
Lion shook his head, then said decisively: "I am the Emperor's blade!"
"My blade serves only the Emperor!"
One sentence rejected Vashtorr's proposal.
At the same time, it also invalidated the soul contract in Vashtorr's hand!
"Refusing?"
Vax Half-Immortal chuckled sheepishly, merely pulling another one out from the mountain of soul contracts.
"Will you sign a contract with me?"
"Yes, or no!"
Lion still refused, emphasizing once again.
"My blade serves only the Emperor forever!"
"I will never bow to anyone other than my father!"
The contract in Vax Half-Immortal's hand burned away again; clearly, this contract was void, but Vax Half-Immortal still did not give up.
With every answer, he added some linguistic traps.
As long as Lion answered incorrectly, he would be bound by an eternal contract of slavery.
Clearly, compared to the gradual seduction of the Chaos Gods.
Vax Half-Immortal's approach was still a bit too crude.
Trying to force a Primarch to make such a logical error was very, very difficult.
I'm afraid Vax Half-Immortal could spend hundreds of years here trying to get it signed without success.
Not to mention that Lion's personality was naturally tsundere.
"I will always be Daddy's great sword, don't even think about it!"
"Besides, if anyone is to become a god, it would be my father first. What are you? Get to the side!"
Lion puffed out his cheeks, and although his tone carried a hint of anger, he still spoke resolutely.
At this moment, the contract did not burn again, but the signature had changed to the Emperor.
Now Vax Half-Immortal was stunned; how did it end up benefiting someone else while he was writing it?
Lion's calm and composed voice had just faded away.
Soon, the voices of Caleb and the Emperor reached the Little Lion's mind simultaneously.
[Caleb, Emperor: I have dispatched reinforcements; you are forever my blade!]
Receiving the response, Lion immediately smiled; although the voice had a bit of an echo, the words were the same!
When the gameboard echoed, even Caleb was stunned.
Since when did this Emperor become so earnest?
He actually said exactly the same thing as him.
However, having said that, the reinforcements sent by both sides were different.
In this strange space, those burning Legions of The Cursed One appeared on the battlefield.
And at the same time, a more terrifying existence tore through the surrounding space and made its entrance from the rift.
"Void Dragon!"
Whether it was Lion, the Emperor, or Vashtorr, they could all recognize this terrifying existence.
Therefore, everyone recited the name of this existence in unison, even though they knew it was merely a fragment.
[Emperor: The Void Dragon got out? That's not right, the Labyrinth of Eternal Night hasn't been broken, has it?]
[How can that guy just pull out a C'tan at will? Is that guy really from the Warp?]
[Is he some Outer God?]
The Emperor could only express his doubts within the Warp.
However, this did not prevent the C'tan fragment from shining brightly on the battlefield!
With just a light wave of that war spear capable of felling gods, countless blasphemous daemon engines dissipated.
Their souls were bound, turned into food, and devoured by the C'tan.
At the same time, countless bound Daemons let out miserable wails, because that meant eternal death.
The kind where even the corpse cannot return to the Warp.
"No, no, how is this possible? How could you get in!"
"This is my territory, my domain!"
"It's one thing for The Cursed One to get in, but how did you get in!"
The Void Dragon simply looked coldly at the enemy before him; his heart was filled only with vengeance and restlessness, and his hatred for certain Warp creations had long since reached its limit.
Unless another group of Necrons, which he hated even more, appeared before him.
Otherwise, his first priority for hatred was these ugly creations.
"Whew, Did Dad release such a dangerous thing again?"
"I hope the retrieval this time won't be too difficult!"
When Lion said this, it was clear he knew some secrets about the Rangdan.
Once, in order to exterminate the xenos that gave the Imperium the biggest headache, the Emperor had used the Void Dragon.
At that time, the Emperor had no other choice in the battle against the xenos and was forced to use this dangerous guy.
He released the Void Dragon from the Labyrinth of Eternal Night and dealt these xenos a fatal blow.
It is said that the origin of the blackstone technology comes from the Void Dragon.
The shells of the Necrons themselves were cast by the Void Dragon.
Several blackstone pylons hovered around this fierce dragon; don't let it fool you that it is a humanoid organism, its tail and wings have nothing to do with being human.
Simply by throwing the blackstone.
All daemon engines touched by the blackstone would fail.
Vashtorr wanted to control the blackstone with his own psychic power, but he couldn't do it.
Because the blackstone authority he possessed was far lower than the opponent's.
Vax Half-Immortal retreated, because he found that all his arts were so ridiculous in the face of the source.
The C'tan before him, representing the pinnacle of cosmic technology, even as a fragment, he could not defeat it.
"Damn it, ruining my good work!"
Vax Half-Immortal was very annoyed; he clearly had an opportunity to control the First Legion, but it was interrupted by this C'tan.
And it was just a fragment, not the main body; if it were the truly complete main body, he wouldn't even have to fight!
Knowing he was outmatched, Vax Half-Immortal wanted to leave.
Then, at the very moment he turned around, the Void Dragon's spear successfully pierced him.
[Caleb: That's it, now it has a health bar!]
[Lion, go, take him out!]
Seizing the opportunity, Lion drew his longsword, and the Caliban greatsword instantly pierced through the opponent's entire mechanical body.
This single strike completely emptied the opponent's health bar. The stats of the Vax Half-Immortal piece were already low to begin with, and under the combined assault of Lion and the Void Dragon, the opponent was destined to be instant-killed.
Previously, the opponent could rely on mechanics within a specialized domain to wear down Lion.
However, once the Void Dragon stripped away the opponent's skills, those originally weak stats were instantly exposed.
"No, it's impossible for you to kill me! I can be reborn! I can still—!"
[Hand of Sacred Numbers: You have successfully defeated Vax Half-Immortal!]
[You have successfully captured the opponent's soul essence; you may now use the opponent as your own chess piece.]
When Vax Half-Immortal saw that giant golden hand in the sky, he instantly fell into despair.
Dammit, The Cursed One is completely unreasonable! No basic logic at all—he just reached down and grabbed him!
The Great Immortal's enterprise was only halfway through when he met an untimely end.
Now, Vashtorr could only become Caleb's chess piece. This was his destined fate!
[Mission Complete: Purging Malicious Arts.]
[Please attach appropriate tags to it and select a chess piece to temporarily replace Vashtorr's position.]
"Hmm?"
Caleb nodded slightly, and immediately thought of an excellent way to replace one of the eight points of Chaos.
Caleb silently opened his computer and launched a game called "Stellaris."
Then, he directly imported the setting of the Sculptor of Clay.
[Please select a chess piece to represent the divine seat. The purged Warp is now pure and innocent.]
[The chess piece you choose will have a massive impact on the designated space.]
[This Warp law can only accept mechanical units. Please select a mechanical unit to represent this authority.]
At this moment, Caleb paused again.
Although he had already altered the representation of Malicious Memory beyond recognition, he still needed to choose a representative to sit in this slot.
Clearly, the now-captured Vashtorr was not fit for this great responsibility. According to official data, Vashtorr had no chance of achieving godhood anyway.
Since there was no chance regardless, and the Emperor was already occupying a slot...
He might as well put a random piece up there just for show.
With that, Caleb turned his gaze toward his large collection of figurines.
One figurine in particular, caught his eye.
"It's Alice the vacuum cleaner!"
No matter how you looked at it, the one to take this position had to be a mechanical unit.
However, there weren't many satisfactory mechanical units; many were just tool-like characters.
He had models of Iron Men like the T-800 and T-1000 in his room.
But if he put those in, the Emperor would have to fight another Iron Rebellion.
So, Caleb chose a chess piece that was also a beautiful woman.
Though Caleb suspected that if she went in, she might only end up as a vacuum cleaner in the Warp.
But it didn't matter. She was just there to occupy the slot; meeting the criteria was enough.
[Selected: Tendou Alice.]
[Skill attached to chess piece: Mother of Machine Spirits.]
[This chess piece's personality will heavily influence the personalities of surrounding machine spirits.]
[At the dawn of her birth, Alice's personality is like a blank sheet of paper. With proper guidance, she can become a qualified machine spirit Mama!]
"Not bad!"
This could be considered the first time Caleb had subverted one of the eight points of Chaos.
It was like pouring the first bucket of toilet cleaner into the Warp, which was originally like a cesspool.
Even though it was only the first step, it would at least give the humans of Warhammer 40k a little bit of hope.
At the very least, worshiping machine spirits would yield more positive effects in the future.
The Adeptus Mechanicus could indeed have a more reasonable object of worship.
Boom!
After a massive explosion, the Dark Angels, who had been scattered across the planet, somehow converged again.
The tectonic plates beneath their feet were vibrating constantly, and the surrounding space was shifting incessantly.
One second they were in a heated brawl with those malicious machines, and the next, a large number of comrades appeared by their side.
"Where is the Primarch? Have you seen the Primarch?"
"We just found our Primarch Mama; we can't be without Primarch Mama!"
Someone grew anxious, even shouting 'Primarch Mama'.
And the one shouting this was actually Asmodai.
This immediately made the jaws of a group of Inner Circle veterans drop in shock.
*Cough, cough!*
"Asmodai, you need to show some restraint."
"You are an Interrogator-Chaplain; you cannot make such a low-level mistake!"
Azrael almost choked. Although 'Primarch Mama' was now a reality, one must never shout it out in the streets.
He had already decided that the fact the Primarch had become a mama must be kept strictly secret.
Even if the Primarch was standing right next to them, her identity must never be exposed.
"Phew!"
Lion brushed the dust off himself and stood up from the ruins.
That golden hand just now had taken the Void Dragon along with Vashtorr.
As expected, his father really was practically a god.
That stubborn father of his still insisted he wasn't a god; it was truly infuriating.
"Sigh, as expected, Father is a god!"
"As Father's great sword, I must still polish myself and become sharper!"
The Emperor felt something was off hearing those words.
Although in this battle, his Legion of the Damned had only played a minor supporting role...
At the very least, he had witnessed the opponent's strength!
"Wait, why did that patch of the Warp become clean? Why is there nothing left?"
At this moment, the Gods noticed a detail: one direction of the eight points of Chaos had become a bit too empty.
Within that space, the countless malicious souls that were there seemed to have vanished.
Those rumbling daemon factories were destroyed in an instant by some kind of power!
Whether it was Slaanesh, indulging in the Palace of Sensation, or Tzeentch, weaving fates in the Eternal Labyrinth, both discovered this.
Even Nurgle and Khorne eventually realized it.
Everyone was originally swimming in a cesspool; when a patch of water suddenly became clean, it stood out quite prominently in the Warp.
The Chaos Gods naturally wanted to expand their domains, attempting to seize some kind of authority within it.
However, when they actually reached out their hands, they discovered something strange.
Why were there so many vacuum cleaners in that domain?
"Pan-paka-pan!"
Strange onomatopoeia formed binary code.
Though there were only those few syllables, it was enough for binary encoding.
The daemons who had just reached out were instantly 'cleaned' by these robots.
They even had very strange halos hung above their heads.
Under Caleb's leadership, the Little Lion was blindly digging for something with an iron shovel.
Soon, his shovel struck something soft—a mechanical body that looked like a woman.
"Is this it?"
"Emmm, by the way, Father, have you become a lolicon lately?"
"Why does it feel like the proportion of lolis among your creations is so high?"
"It's one thing to mold me into this, but now even the Iron Men you've made have this appearance. This is really too much!"
[Caleb: Enough, stop talking. Let's just keep it a secret from now on!]
Caleb brushed it off with a few words.
But Lion just silently took out a small notebook and recorded it within the Inner Circle.
[Inner Circle Secret: Father is a lolicon!]
[He likes daughters now, especially the cuter, the better!]
[The Emperor: I'm reporting this! I'm reporting! Someone is spreading rumors!]
[Where is the Inquisition? Where are the Custodes?]
[Lion is going to be a traitor! Lion is going to be a traitor!]
The Emperor was shouting excitedly, completely oblivious to the fact that his mummified remains were still sitting on the Golden Throne.
From the Emperor's cold corpse, strange syllables would occasionally emanate.
And those Custodes with poor signal reception pieced these syllables together, forming a very strange sentence.
[Custodes, Lion, Traitor]
[Inquisition, Lion, Traitor]
Whether it was the Captain-General of the Custodes or the defenders nearby, they all knew that this was definitely not the Emperor speaking nonsense this time.
They could only take this matter to the Council for discussion.
It wasn't even a matter of discussion for the Council; it was a direct order issued on behalf of the God-Emperor.
"The Emperor has passed down a divine oracle: Lion, Primarch of the First Legion, may have betrayed the Emperor!"
"Effective immediately, investigate the First Legion!"