Daemons screamed as they flew towards the Imperial Glory.
The space near the warship was like a sketch outlined by a mad artist with scorching lines.
Point defense cannons continuously swept the area.
Fusion beams, plasma streams, laser beams, and solid projectiles formed a storm of destruction that annihilated everything.
The unnatural forms of the daemons were incinerated by the ferocious gunfire.
Their twisted souls shrieked as they returned to the Warp, further disrupting the spatiotemporal structure.
Under the bombardment of dense gunfire, thousands of daemons were slaughtered.
But more daemons continued to surge from the depths of the rift, endless in number.
Some passed through the void shields, landing on the hull, scratching at the thick armor, or pouring into the ship's interior through hatches and decks.
The daemon invasion caused some deaths, and many crew members were torn apart.
But with the arrival of support troops led by the Players,
The scope of the daemon invasion was firmly controlled at various entry points.
"For the glory of Hogwarts!"
Old Thirteen raised his arm and shouted, then punched a charging Daemon of Fear to death.
Afterward, he wielded his staff, unleashing a fierce bolt of lightning that struck several daemons away.
Standing high above, Inquisitor Kaiting, who was directing the Stormtroopers' sweep, saw this scene, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
"I never thought I would one day see an Ogryn cast psychic spells, and be stronger than me at that."
"After the Great Rift unfolded, this universe has also gone mad."
Inquisition Agent Maxor, who had distinguished himself in the previous engagement against the Dark Horn Brotherhood, was promoted to Acolyte Inquisitor.
Currently, he is learning from Kaiting how to become a qualified Inquisitor.
Hearing his mentor's words, Maxor nodded in agreement.
"The universe is indeed mad. I never thought I would one day envy an Ogryn."
"Do you think this guy isn't the Arch-Traitor Magnus in disguise?" Kaiting stroked his chin, making a wild guess.
"Impossible. The Purity Seal on him cannot be faked. Only heroes blessed and watched over by the Emperor can have such a mark."
"Daemon Primarchs can never receive such a blessing."
Maxor shook his head, disagreeing with the other's guess, and offered an important argument.
"Magnus only has one eye, while this God Chosen has two. This fully demonstrates that they are two completely different Ogryns."
The servant behind the two Inquisitors watched them earnestly discussing the relationship between Magnus and that God Chosen Ogryn, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
He had an old complaint from '82 that he didn't know whether to voice or not!
Is this a one-eye, two-eye problem?
Shouldn't the focus be on why a Daemon Primarch would be an Ogryn?
Could it be that when the Emperor created the Primarchs, he also added the Ogryn gene sequence to that traitorous Primarch?
Just so the other party could gain the Ogryn's astonishing wisdom?
...
Players, empowered by the lighthouse, were like activated Wind Spirit Shadow Moon.
Infinite health, infinite mana, no skill cooldowns.
They just had to close their eyes and mindlessly output damage.
They raised their swords and hacked and slashed, more excited than the daemons themselves.
They raised their staffs and cast spells with 'biu, biu' sounds, outputting thunder and fire without limit.
"Blood for the Blood God, skulls for the Skull Throne!"
Wrist Bro shouted and charged into the daemon tide, hacking and slashing madly.
His chainaxe roared, dismembered limbs flew, and crimson blood stained the ground.
Wrist Bro's helmet had a kill count display.
Since his last resurrection and obtaining new equipment, his kill count had jumped to over eight hundred.
Upon entering the battlefield, he gained another dozen kills.
When the kill count on his helmet jumped to 888,
Wrist Bro felt a gaze fall upon him.
An uncontrollable surge of anger and a craving for slaughter immediately arose in his heart.
But this emotion didn't last long before it dissipated.
"Strange! Why was I so angry just now, wanting to kill even more wildly?"
"Good heavens, could it be that the Emperor has already begun to master the Blood God's authority?"
Wrist Bro felt the anger come and go swiftly.
He found it a bit strange, but didn't think much of it, only assuming it was all the Emperor's great power.
He cast aside all thoughts and continued to hack and slash with his axe.
In the Warp, there was a blood-red wasteland filled with the din of battle.
Countless deep-pit gladiatorial arenas dotted the wasteland, where innumerable daemons and chosen ones were locked in combat.
This was the rule set by Khorne, who wielded the authority of war, slaughter, and blood.
Only the victors could crawl out of the deep pits, enter the magnificent Brass Fortress, and receive his blessing.
Khorne, burning with eternal rage, sat upon the throne at the very top of the Brass Fortress.
His eyes, filled with endless fury, gazed towards the black sun deep within the Warp.
Khorne let out a deafening roar at that black sun.
The roar formed surging waves, stirring up a storm in the Warp.
Damn The Cursed One!
Why did he prevent him from bestowing his blessing upon that chosen one?!
He just loves to hog everything, doesn't he?
Who knows what means The Cursed One used to snag that exotic soul with special authority?
Then he used that exotic soul to create special God Chosen,
And through them, walked in the Reality universe, spreading his will.
This made the Chaos Gods drool; these were brand new toys!
It was just regrettable that The Cursed One was so wary of them, not allowing them to touch a single bit!
Even though that guy was shouting 'Blood for the Blood God, skulls for the Skull Throne'!
And that guy's body contained Angron's gene-seed!
By all rights, he should accept the blessing of war and slaughter.
But The Cursed One openly broke the rules and blocked his blessing.
Infuriating and chilling! Even though that exotic soul was obtained by you alone, don't you understand the principle of sharing what's seen?
Hogging everything will not end well.
It seems he was hit too lightly. When there's a chance in the future, I'll drag him out and beat him up again, making him lie down more comfortably.
Khorne failed to bless that chosen one.
He could only watch enviously as the other person chanted "Blood for the Blood God, skulls for the Skull Throne" with every blow.
Then he violently pounded the pawns of the Changer of Ways.
Such bloody and brutal combat was truly a sight to behold.
The only drawback was that the blood was not spilled in his name.
It was truly an inversion of the natural order! Who exactly is the god who wields the authority of war, slaughter, courage, and blood?!
Wrist Bro knew none of this.
He was still hacking and slashing, his face full of excitement.
The more he killed, the stronger he felt.
Getting stronger by killing, this feeling was truly exhilarating.
He felt as if he kept hacking like this,
Kicking Angron and punching Kharbanda wouldn't be a dream.
If Khorne could sit on the Brass Throne, why couldn't he?
As the saying goes, the Blood God's turn comes around, next year it'll be mine.
...
"These Imperial loyalists must be cheating!"
Urs watched as the Imperial fleet, after an initial panic, quickly stabilized its position and even began to counterattack against the daemon tide.
He instantly felt a breakdown.
Summoning the angels of the gods was their strongest trump card.
Now, even their trump card had been played, and these Imperial loyalists still hadn't collapsed; they had even organized a counterattack.
Eliminate all impossibilities, and whatever remains, however absurd, must be the truth.
That is, these Imperial loyalists are cheating.
They are definitely cheating!
These guys are truly despicable!
It's one thing for us who defected to the evil gods to cheat,
But why are you also cheating?
Do you still believe in science and rationality?
Shameless, pah!
...
Imperial Glory Bridge,
Alex assessed the overall battlefield situation from the information provided by various combat teams and maintenance groups.
The Imperial forces, led by the God Chosen, had suppressed the incoming daemon tide.
However, the enemy's Chaos warships remained a huge threat.
If they were not destroyed, humanity would find it difficult to achieve victory.
At this moment, Kasareth
Once again demonstrated his professionalism as an Eldar Farseer, taking on the role of a Warp oracle.
"These ships may contain special arrays or constructs used to absorb chaotic energy, serving as anchors of corruption."
"If boarding tactics are used to destroy those anchors, those ships can be temporarily crippled, rendering them combat ineffective."
"Of course, to win this victory and completely destroy these corruptions of the Warp, the sacrificial rituals on the ground must still be destroyed."
Alex nodded, "Then let's first destroy their ships, and then execute the planetary assault plan."
"Order the God Chosen and Astartes forces to prepare for boarding tactics to paralyze the enemy's warships, then launch a full assault on the ground."
"Saint, will you also participate?" Xia inquired.
Alex nodded, "I have no reason to retreat."
"That's too dangerous," Xia said with a worried expression.
"I am the Emperor's Saint, the embodiment of His will. How can I fear danger?"
"If even I fear death, then how can I inspire courage in those mortals steeped in despair?!"
Alex turned his head, looking through the viewport at the War Will, which was surrounded by a tide of Daemons in the Warp.
"I will charge at the very front, telling everyone that the Chaos Gods are not invincible."
"In the Emperor's name, we will surely achieve victory."
...
War tore through the Warp.
Titus witnessed the battle in the Warp through the assault boat's observation module.
The firepower of energy weapons turned the Warp into a stage for light and shadow.
Vibrant, dazzling light flickered on the surfaces of the warships.
Artillery fire, explosions, engine groups, and Warp shields intertwined with light and shadow.
The fire from exploding shells was incredibly bright, like newly born stars, illuminating the dark Warp.
The fierce battle between the two sides was intense.
The loyal soldiers of the Imperium relied on their faith in the Emperor to fight against the twisted creations blessed by the Warp.
But the key to victory in this battle was not in their hands, but in the hands of Titus and his team.
Only by destroying the Chaos arrays or creations inside those warships could they hope to win the Warp battle.
The assault boat began to shake.
The enemy had dispatched an attack fighter escort formation, a swarm composed of Daemon Engines and renegade-piloted starfighters.
The Imperial fighter squadron, responsible for protecting the assault force, quickly engaged the enemy, intercepting their attack.
Bright flashes of fire appeared.
One of the escorting fighters exploded.
Titus keenly caught sight of a figure flying into the Warp.
In such a situation, there was no possibility of survival.
Another loyal Imperialist died, returning to the Emperor's throne.
"May he rest in peace."
Antus silently said in his heart.
The two sides were locked in a fierce struggle.
The escorting Imperial squadron sacrificed themselves one after another.
The exploding fighters continuously illuminated the Warp, like matches in a little girl's hand, constantly illuminating humanity's future.
In the Emperor's name, one loyalist after another rushed towards death.
The escort squadron, through their sacrifice and blood, opened a path for the assault force.
The assault boat plunged into the inner deck of the War Will.
The Warp shield rolled again, absorbing enemy fire from all directions.
The assault boat vibrated as it launched all its missiles, unleashing a torrent of bullets and lasers, creating a chain of explosions on the deck to suppress the enemy's attack.
Then, the hatch opened.
"Kill in the Emperor's name, kill in the name of the dead! Charge! Rush out! We must not fail those who sacrificed!"
Titus activated the chainsword in his hand, urging the kill team to rush out quickly.
They, too, had received the blessing and enhancement of the Lighthouse.
Although not as terrifying as the God Chosen, it was still considerable, granting them far greater speed and strength than before.
The kill team charged at the corrupted enemies, unleashing bolter fire upon them,
and then used their blades and swords to hack at the fleshy bodies of the Chaos servants.
They shouted the Emperor's name, killing in His name, avenging the sacrificed dead.
More forces poured in, including God Chosen and regular Astartes.
Like the kill team, they opened fire on the enemy.
Soon, the corrupted traitors died, their blood freezing on the cold metal.
Titus walked to a large metal door and attached a melta bomb to it.
With a bang,
the thick metal door melted, and scorching molten iron flowed across the deck, solidifying into slag.
"Disperse, head to your respective targets," Titus said.
The other teams silently carried out the order,
surging through the opened door into other areas of the War Will to carry out their sabotage missions.
Alex also participated in the boarding action.
His target was very clear: the enemy's Bridge.
After using the assault boat to enter the boarding deck closest to the War Will's Bridge,
he led the Players in a killing spree, heading straight for their destination.
He moved at high speed while killing.
No enemy was his match,
not even the fanatical cultists who had received blessings from the Warp.
A glowing blade pierced an enemy's body, instantly taking their life.
Then, the scepter in his hand unleashed lightning, annihilating all the Chaos servants in the entire corridor, turning them into dust.
A Daemon appeared before Alex.
Its body burned with black flames, and it held a strange longsword.
"The claw of The Cursed…"
The Daemon clumsily imitated human speech.
Alex didn't give it a chance to finish, striking with his sword and cleaving it in two.
The Daemon's body lay scattered on the ground, its blood pooling together.
As Alex walked past, the Daemon's remaining blood and corpse hissed, turning into rising plumes of steam and completely vanishing.
The corruption of the warship was severe.
The steel hull had transformed into a writhing wall of flesh and blood, and the gurgling sound of blood flowing could be heard.
But wherever Alex walked, everything that had been corrupted was forcibly restored to its original state.
The power of Chaos receded before him, forced to return control to the laws of Reality.
Alex easily cut a path through to the Bridge,
leaving behind dismembered limbs and rivers of blood wherever he went.
And so, he led a group of Players into the Bridge where Urs was located.
After a brief but fierce battle, the Bridge was littered with shattered corpses.
The armed crew and commanding officers who dared to resist were all killed by the Players.
"S-Saint… Saint?"
Urs stammered instinctively.
The giant, clad in golden armor, with pure white wings on his back, immense in stature, like the mythical Sanguinius, walked towards him.
Previously, he had only seen his appearance from footage taken by agents lurking in the Sintilla Hive World or Las Forge World.
Now that the giant appeared before him, the intense pressure made him instinctively feel an indescribable fear, wanting to kneel and beg for forgiveness.
"Traitor." Alex's voice was full of majesty, his golden-flamed eyes fixed on Urs.
Urs opened his mouth, wanting to use the same rhetoric he had used to humiliate the loyalists to defend himself, but he couldn't utter a single word.
Alex didn't give him a chance to speak any more nonsense.
The Holy Judgement Blade, burning with light, pierced Urs's body, ending the life of the rebel commander.
And at this moment, a tremor from an explosion echoed from deep within the warship.
Titus and the others had completed their boarding mission,
destroying the Chaos creation placed deep within the warship.
A strange fluctuation swept through the warship, and the twisted space let out a sigh of relief.
The dense Warp energy receded like a tide, and the flesh and blood covering the warship withered at a visible rate, losing its previous vitality.
Although not completely withered, it was greatly weakened.
The same was true for other boarded warships.
After the boarding assault forces destroyed the anchor points, the Warp energy no longer concentrated on them,
and they could no longer possess the property of immunity to physical attacks as before.
"Prioritize all energy to long-range weapons, lock onto the enemy's warships."
Xia, with his keen war intuition, detected the enemy's weakening and once again issued the order to fire.
Dense artillery fire poured out, landing on the War Will.
This time, it was not unscathed as it had been before.
As Alex and the others evacuated, they happened to see a lance beam pierce the battleship's armor.
Powerful solid shells struck the hull, causing terrifying explosions.
Tens of seconds later, its power core exploded, a dazzling sun enveloping the stern of the warship, blowing it into fragments.
The rebel fleet was no match for the Imperial fleet to begin with, and they were beaten back steadily.
Before, relying on the power of Chaos, they could still hold a slight advantage,
but once they were forced back to their original state, they quickly headed for defeat.
The Imperial Glory once again transformed into a death angel of the Warp, harvesting those warships amidst the frenzied Daemon tide.
However, the number of Daemons never decreased from beginning to end.
The destroyed warships grew flesh and blood, as if they were about to reassemble.
"We must destroy the ground sacrifice ritual to stop all this."
"Otherwise, the Warp's unliving will continuously pour into the material universe, and those destroyed warships will recover under the influence of Chaos power."
Alex contacted Cortana, issuing orders through her.
"All warships protect the transport barges, let them enter low orbit, and deploy a total attack on the ground. We must bear the pressure brought by the Daemons and clear the entire world."