Not only that, but Ian's power was unfathomably immense.
Each of his punches contained composite energy that far exceeded the conceptual understanding of this universe. Every strike that landed forcibly added a barrage of strange "Status Effects" to these formerly high-and-mighty Dark Gods—debuffs they had never heard of in their lives.
Most types of alien energy erosion could be easily nullified by the Dark Gods due to their very nature as conceptual beings. However, they were utterly helpless against these debuffs derived from the rules of another world.
Slowness, Strength Reduction, Poison, Wither, Weakness, Nausea, Blindness, Hunger, Levitation, Unluck...
A long string of negative status effects stacked up. The Dark Gods were completely beaten into a daze.
Slowness, Strength Reduction, Poison, Weakness... they could still vaguely grasp these concepts. Though the effects were beyond their imagination, they were at least on the edge of their cognition. But the status effects that followed were entirely beyond their comprehension.
They hadn't had the concept of "eating" for untold eons. They didn't even possess organs like a "stomach." Yet now, they clearly felt a writhing organ manifest out of thin air inside their bodies. Intense nausea surged through them, accompanied by a near-mad hunger they had never experienced. This was simply absurd!
Even more bizarre, the countless sensory tentacles and psychic visions they relied on to observe reality and the Warp were plunged into total darkness. This was the Blindness debuff!
Meanwhile, several Dark Gods from the parallel universes began to float uncontrollably. They were quite literally beaten by Ian until they "flew" up. This was the Levitation debuff!
As the battle continued, Ian's understanding of the vast, peerless power within him grew deeper. He gradually realized that he truly could influence—and even rewrite—all the rules of this universe. And the Dark Gods before him were, in essence, a part of this universe's rules. Since they were part of the rules, they could be modified!
His fists continued to rain down, specifically concentrating on the three Dark Gods of the prime universe. Accompanied by dull thuds, as if striking tough leather, their outward appearances began to undergo drastic and eerie changes under Ian's will.
Under the continuous, violent assault, the chests of Khorne, Tzeentch, and Nurgle began to swell uncontrollably. Their hips also became curvaceous at a rate visible to the naked eye, as if they had been "beaten into swelling."
What terrified them even more was that their throats seemed to have developed a serious problem. Their furious roars, capable of tearing reality apart, sounded increasingly high-pitched. They even took on a... tone... that they themselves couldn't understand.
As the battle reached a fever pitch, the appearances of these three prime universe Dark Gods gradually twisted and deformed. The final forms they settled into were strikingly similar to the images of the four gods Ian had accidentally glimpsed in a certain "doujinshi" before he transmigrated. Again, let it be stated: he didn't look for them on purpose.
The Dark Gods finally realized what was happening. They felt that something was extremely wrong! They originally had no fixed gender; their forms were subject to their whims as aggregations of concepts. Now, they were being forcibly twisted and fixed into these... these shameful forms by this terrifying entity through sheer brute force!
They wanted to resist. They wanted to break free. They wanted to change back to their original forms. But the dense barrage of attacks was like maggots on a bone, pinning them in mid-air, rendering them unable to move. Every time they tried to mobilize their power, they were interrupted by a more violent punch. Every time they tried to change their shape, they were forcibly held in place by a stronger will.
Finally, Ian finished his "humiliation modification" and withdrew his fists.
The three Dark Gods hovering in mid-air had completely changed.
The Khorne of this world had become a tall female warrior brimming with explosive power. Her wild, long red hair was like a burning flame, and beneath her bronze skin were well-defined, athletic muscles. Her figure could only be described as "wow," filled with a primal, violent aesthetic.
Tzeentch had become a woman draped in a magnificent blue feather shawl. Long hair composed of deep blue feathers floated slowly with the air currents. Her eyes were filled with wisdom and cunning, radiating an intellectual aura.
As for Nurgle...
He had become an extremely voluptuous female figure with skin that showed an eerie green hue. Perhaps because the essence of "Grandfather" was too deeply rooted, that iconic giant mouth on her belly still existed, even continuously oozing a foul-smelling, viscous liquid. Combined with that overly plump figure, it created an indescribable, nauseating sight.
Ian looked at this "new version" of Nurgle and frowned deeply. "Disgusting."
Without hesitation, he raised his leg and delivered a kick. He accurately planted his foot right on Nurgle's backside. The massive force sent this new-form "Grandmother" flying. She crashed directly into the Emperor, who was still tangled in combat with the other two Nurgles from parallel universes.
Bang!
The Emperor obviously hadn't expected this "calamity from the heavens." He was knocked askew by the massive Nurgle. The two of them rolled together like a pair of tumbling gourds amidst the chaotic Warp energy. Golden light and green slime mixed together; the scene was momentarily very chaotic.
Ian didn't even look over there. With a flash of his body, he took over the Emperor's previous opponents—the two Nurgles from the parallel universes. Simultaneously, his voice clearly entered the Emperor's consciousness.
"I'll leave this disgusting one to you. The rest, I'll handle."
The Emperor scrambled up from the ground, pulling his head out from under Nurgle's hook. He wiped the green liquid—unsure if it was blood or slime—from his face and stared expressionlessly at this Nurgle "remodeled" by Ian. A flicker of... revulsion... seemed to pass through his eyes.
On the other side, Ian had already begun his "cleanup" work. He first casually suppressed the feminized Khorne and Tzeentch who were still trying to struggle. He swatted them into place like flies and then piled Infinity Blocks all over them.
Then, he activated "Super Time Acceleration."
The flow of time across the entire Warp battlefield seemed to be stretched infinitely in that moment. In just a single instant—a literal blink of an eye to a mortal—Ian's silhouette appeared before every single fragment of the Dark Gods from other parallel universes.
Countless punch shadows fell. Every Dark God fragment marked with the "Heartsteel" seal, no matter how tiny it had split or how secretly it was hidden, was accurately found and completely shattered by Ian in that single instant.
The Dark Gods shattered and were annihilated, turning into the purest Chaos energy, which Ian then absorbed. In the end, each Dark God from the parallel universes left behind only an extremely faint, almost imperceptible source fragment.
Ian carefully collected these fragments. These were coordinates, triggers—the keys to finding and "visiting" those parallel universes in the future.