"Perhaps, this is what a God is."
The Dark Throne and the Golden Throne served the same function.
To some extent, the Dark Throne was more complete and powerful.
This was because the Dark Throne was perfected based on the Golden Throne.
It not only contained the Emperor's wisdom, but also the heritage of the ancient Aeldari Empire inherited by the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari.
It allowed the user to more easily control the vast Warp energy, possess a higher-dimensional vision, and be infinitely close to a God.
The moment Alex sat on the Dark Throne, he gained the spiritual vision to survey the entire universe.
He saw every star in the galaxy, as well as their past and future.
It was a very strange feeling.
Everything was under his control, like a model in his palm.
A misconception arose in Alex's heart, that he could disassemble everything and observe its operating principles.
Alex cast his gaze beyond Ghomorra, like a child gleefully playing with his new toy.
He saw Guilliman, who was about to arrive at Fenris.
The Primarch was in his office on the Macragge's Honour, dealing with busy administrative affairs.
He was formulating reasonable policies for the newly conquered worlds to ensure their smooth integration into the reforming Empire.
Each Primarch had their own abilities, and what Guilliman was best at was multi-front warfare and handling administrative affairs.
He could deduce the battlefield situation while simultaneously handling a thousand administrative tasks.
Alex had to give a thumbs up to this ability.
He was truly an Emperor's Cannon Fodder Primarch!
Guilliman felt the gaze and stopped.
He looked around but found nothing.
A momentary look of confusion appeared on his face.
Then, he stood up, walked to the side, drew the Emperor's Sword, and assumed a defensive posture.
"Come out! No matter who you are?"
"I will not yield to you, humanity will surely triumph."
Guilliman shouted into the air.
Alex did not respond to him.
He just found it quite fun to tease him like this.
Guilliman's knowledge of the Warp was not extensive.
He did not know that he was protected by the Emperor's power and human faith, so the Chaos Gods could not spy on him.
It was even difficult for them to lurk near him, steal intelligence, or corrupt those around him to drag him into the abyss.
After the Horus incident, the Emperor strengthened the protection of his loyal sons.
Now, only the Emperor, or Alex, could so easily bypass numerous obstacles to see him.
Ignoring Guilliman, who was calling for Librarians and Spirit Race prophets, Alex turned his gaze elsewhere.
He saw the snow-covered world of Fenris.
This world was still scarred; the damage caused by Magnus's invasion was too great.
Too many civilians on Fenris had died or been injured.
The land was also torn with astonishing cracks.
After experiencing many wars, the Space Wolves had few warriors left.
When Alex's will tried to delve into the Wolf Fortress, a scarred giant wolf appeared in his vision.
That was the World Soul of Fenris, the object of faith for the Rune Priests.
Magnus's destruction of Fenris had harmed it.
The giant wolf felt the gaze, raised its head, and looked.
It did not sense any hostility, so it lay down again, licking its bone-deep wounds.
Alex ignored the presence of the giant wolf, his gaze penetrating into the Wolf Fortress, where he found many sleeping Dreadnoughts in the deepest part.
The oldest of these Dreadnoughts was Old Man Bjorn.
This fellow had lived from the 30k era until now.
Every hundred years, he would be awakened by the Space Wolves to tell stories of the 30k era to the newly arrived young wolves.
As Alex observed Bjorn in his Dreadnought armor, Bjorn's soul subconsciously awoke from his dream.
In a trance, the old man saw a figure with pure white wings and a weeping mask watching him.
He looked very much like Sanguinius.
It was most likely a dream.
This thought flashed through Bjorn's mind.
Because he had arrived at Reality after the Siege of Terra with the Wolf King, Sanguinius had already died by then.
He had been buried by the survivors in a coffin with a stasis field.
Bjorn had been able to see his remains at the funeral.
The body was shattered, with not a single piece of intact flesh.
Alex shifted his gaze from Fenris to other places.
The worlds of loyal Warbands like the Rock, Nocturne, and Medusa were all swept by Alex's gaze.
Finally, Alex's gaze fell on the Sorcerer's Star.
Magnus used his sorcery to pull this planet out of the Eye of Terror and place it next to Prospero, which had been burned by the Space Wolves in the past.
This fellow was performing some kind of ritual, intending to breed more Psyker to build his own empire.
Magnus felt Alex's gaze.
He could not see Alex's true appearance, only a golden sun and a black sun overlapping.
He manipulated the Warp energy, forming a black mist that obscured Alex's vision, preventing him from continuing to pry.
After the feeling of being watched disappeared, Magnus gripped his staff tightly, revealing anger and jealousy.
"Is this your new favorite, Father?"
"Even when he travels through the Warp, you protect him at all times."
"You were never this good to me back then!"
"You never protected me like that."
"If you had been so wholeheartedly devoted to me back then! How could I have rebelled?"
Alex did not hear Magnus's inner thoughts.
Otherwise, he would have definitely laughed heartily, like the Laughing God in the speaker, and then pointed at the one-eyed red-skinned Ogryn's nose and said, "You greedy clown."
Alex was about to look elsewhere when he was suddenly pulled back to Ghomorra by a force.
At the same time, a mission screen appeared in his vision.
[Mission: Recapture Ghomorra
The Drukhari / Dark Aeldari have fled; they no longer have the courage to return here.
Ghomorra has become ownerless territory; simply expelling the enemies will win this ancient Webway city.
Ghomorra's value is extremely high; in addition to its interconnected Webway, there are also the treasures abandoned by the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari in their frantic escape.
The treasury contains not only vast wealth but also various technological creations from ancient times.
After occupying Ghomorra, all this wealth and technological creations will be yours.
Mission Requirements: Guide the power of the Dark Throne to establish a barrier, protecting the Spirit Race to complete the rift repair work.
Rewards: One legendary equipment, Dark Tongue Skill: Edict (When the articles of law are spoken from your mouth, they possess extraordinary power)
(The more people who recognize the edict, the greater its power)
]
Oh no, I've been caught slacking!
This was the first thought that popped into Alex's head.
Damn the Emperor, he won't even let me slack off!
Alex grumbled as he refocused on the Ghomorra battlefield.
Even though his spiritual consciousness had traveled across the entire galaxy, only a few breaths of time had passed in Ghomorra.
Alex controlled the power of the Dark Throne to build a barrier, suppressing the power of the demons.
The golden light gradually strengthened, restoring the laws of the Reality universe and reinforcing the Webway barrier.
The demons' power was constantly weakened, making it difficult for them to maintain physical form, and they collapsed one after another.
Eldrad Ulthran and other Spirit Race took the opportunity to begin repairing the rift.
"Ghomorra must not fall into the hands of The Cursed ones."
"We must cooperate and stop The Cursed ones together."
Tzeentch was the first to order his demon army to attack the Dark Throne.
The importance of Ghomorra was undeniable.
Once it fell into the hands of The Cursed ones, the human fleet would be able to use it to quickly traverse across the galaxy, and the Chaos army's advantage would be completely gone.
Khorne, Nurgle, and Slaanesh also put aside their grievances and temporarily cooperated, sending their Greater Daemons with their retinues to attack the Dark Throne.
The Players, Custodians, Astartes, Astra Militarum, Spirit Race, and other military units also assembled to block the Chaos demon army's offensive and buy time for Alex.
Both sides engaged in fierce battles around the Dark Throne.
Little Fulgrim was also fighting.
He was wearing a power armor custom-made for a Primarch by Cortana herself.
His tall stature combined with the powerful, heavy armor made him look imposing.
The power sword in his hand was covered with bright, dazzling electric arcs.
His opponent was the Tormentor, Shalaxi Helbane.
"A crude imitation."
Shalaxi Helbane mocked Little Fulgrim in a seductive tone.
This Greater Daemon was the embodiment of jealousy, sadism, and carnal desire.
She was Slaanesh's perfect creation and most terrifying killer.
Shalaxi Helbane had three arms; one hand gripped a Daemon Blade, the second was a sharp claw, and the third was a pincer-like appendage.
She had strange, pointed horns and several slender fleshy tendrils behind her head.
Every attack she launched was like a dancing elf, graceful and deadly.
The slender demonic blade in her hand possessed an extremely evil power.
Little Fulgrim did not respond, remaining silent, patiently blocking her attacks.
"Why aren't you angry?"
"You're just a replica, a pathetic creature made to replace the original."
"Do you think the Emperor cares about you?"
"No, he just sees you as a convenient tool."
"......"
Zarakane continuously whispered, trying to entice little Fulgrim and provoke his anger.
But little Fulgrim remained indifferent from beginning to end, even finding her a bit ridiculous.
This kind of cold violence made the Slaanesh Greater Daemon feel a sense of powerlessness, like punching cotton.
Suddenly, she became somewhat enraged out of embarrassment, and her attacks grew even more ferocious.
Little Fulgrim maintained his composure and calmness throughout, patiently deflecting each of her deadly moves.
On the other side of the battlefield,
The Khorne Greater Daemon, Angrath, roared furiously.
Responsible for holding him back were Celestine and the Players of the Hogwarts Battle Group.
Old Thirteen, clad in heavy armor, was responsible for tanking the damage head-on.
Angrath's battle-axe continuously fell, each strike immensely powerful, like the impact of a planet.
Clang~
The sound of clashing weapons resounded continuously.
Intense shockwaves swept across the battlefield, kicking up smoke and flames.
Old Thirteen's hands were numb from the vibrations, but he gritted his teeth and held on for dear life.
A group of psychic Players used various means to suppress the Khorne Greater Daemon, channeling power to Old Thirteen.
Celestine, wielding her holy blade, provided support.
As soon as she seized an opportunity, she would strike with lightning speed,
Using this fighting style, she continuously created shocking wounds on Angrath's massive body.
Angrath was furious but helpless, only able to roar continuously to vent his emotions.
He desperately wanted to cleave the Ogryn in front of him to death,
But the opponent was like an unkillable cockroach,
Even when knocked down again and again, he would still get back up.
Hiss!!
The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh echoed in the air,
Hot demonic blood gushed forth,
Angrath didn't care at all; he slapped away Celestine, who had wounded him,
Then, a savage charge sent the heavily armored Ogryn flying, and he raised his battle-axe, preparing to behead the ant.
The next second, Fateweaver Kairos, who was being held back by the Custodes and Sisters of Silence, waved his staff, creating an incredibly sturdy psychic shield for Old Thirteen.
Angrath's battle-axe, capable of splitting stars, could only leave cracks on the surface of that psychic shield.
The Khorne Greater Daemon looked at his blocked battle-axe, his eyes wide.
When he looked up, his gaze towards Kairos was filled with anger and incomprehension.
Aren't we supposed to be working together against The Cursed ones?
Why are you helping The Cursed one's minion?
"Child, the eternal Lord of Change, the God of Fate and Wisdom, protects you."
"Your ultimate destiny is to return to the Crystal Sanctum and explore the eternal cosmic truth with us."
"Perhaps you cannot understand now, believing that pledging allegiance to the Emperor is the right thing, but as time passes, you will realize that the Lord of Change is your true home."
"Abandon that disgusting Emperor, and you will gain more."
Kairos ignored the enraged Angrath and seized the opportunity to brainwash Old Thirteen.
Angrath: "......"
Khorne: "......"
Tzeentch: "(*^▽^*)"
Although he didn't particularly like Kairos, this was well done.
Saving the opponent in a critical moment would surely leave a deep impression on them.
Even if they refused on the spot, it didn't matter, as long as the impression remained, the opponent would think of it from time to time.
At that point, subtle influence could be exerted.
At this moment, Celestine charged again, her holy sword piercing the astonished Angrath from behind.
The Khorne Greater Daemon let out a mournful roar,
"Get back to your Warp."
Celestine's body erupted with bright light, and terrifying flames burned on the Khorne Greater Daemon's body.
"Die."
Old Thirteen also jumped up.
He gathered the psychic power of all the Players in the Hogwarts Battle Group, transforming this psychic power into a bright bolt of lightning and releasing it, striking Angrath's head.
The head of a Greater Daemon exploded just like that, his soul banished back to the Brass Domain.
Khorne, seated on the Brass Throne, watched this scene.
His angry face froze for a moment,
Then, his gigantic, chain-wrapped hand slapped the armrest, letting out a booming laugh,
And the Warp consequently stirred up terrifying storms.
Khorne laughed for a while before stopping.
His gaze towards the battlefield became angry and cold.
Tzeentch, oh Tzeentch, daring to pull such tricks, you are truly arrogant.
When I fight you later, your life will be unpredictable!!
Enough said, Chaos allies are all * *,
Kill them all, what cooperation are we even talking about?
The Khorne demonic army, which was originally attacking the Dark Throne, immediately changed direction and charged towards the Tzeentch demonic army.
The colossal Brass Chariot even rumbled towards Fateweaver Kairos, who was deeply embroiled in battle.
Kairos had just dodged the attacks of the Custodes and Sisters of Silence, preparing to unleash a psychic spell on these mortals.
The next second, he was struck by the Brass Chariot.
The sharp ram instantly pierced his body, pinning him to the front of the chariot, which then sped wildly across the battlefield, crashing into the roaring horde of Greenskins.
A massive Orc Warboss, along with his Orc Boyz, seized the opportunity to attack,
Shattering both the chariot and Kairos's head.
Tzeentch, seeing this scene, also looked at Khorne.
With just a glance between them, their respective demonic armies began to fight.
Both sides fought ruthlessly, and the battle was far more brutal than when they fought the Empire.
The fragile alliance was thus declared broken.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield,
Great Unclean One Ku'gath wielded his rusty sword, continuously hacking at Bro, who was burning with psychic flames.
And Bro showed no fear, likewise retaliating with the weapon in his hand.
Clang~
The sounds of clashing weapons rose and fell,
Ku'gath's strength was superior to Bro's,
But in a short time, he couldn't defeat the Daemon Slayer either.
At this moment, the Tyranids and Greenskins launched an attack on the Daemons from behind,
The battlefield, which had just gained a little order, once again became chaotic.
As the Dark Throne continued to operate, a golden light curtain slowly unfolded, forming a force field that suppressed the Daemons.
The surging Warp energy began to slow down, and the Daemons' power consequently receded.
If this continued, the Daemons would be the first faction to be driven off the battlefield.
Ahriman, hiding in the shadows of the battlefield, looked at the two warring Chaos Gods, somewhat speechless.
At a time like this, you're still doing this!!
It would be a miracle if you could win!!
"Without me, the Chaos faction will sooner or later be strung up and beaten by the Empire."
Ahriman took out his Grudge Dagger, cutting open space-time, preparing to lead the Daemons to ambush the Dark Throne and give that Saint a taste of true power.
Alex's psychic vision instantly detected the cut in space-time and locked onto Ahriman's position.
"That scoundrel is trying to cause trouble again!!"
Alex, sitting on the Dark Throne, couldn't speak.
He could only turn his gaze to the Emperor Niuma Battle Group, who were currently pursuing Vect.
At this moment, they had already cornered Vect and the T'au people, such as An-Shi.
Forget it, let Vect go.
I can't let Ahriman stab me.
"Holy Summon."
Alex unleashed his Player summoning skill, preparing to trap Ahriman like a turtle in a jar.
......
On the other side of the galaxy,
Macragge's Honour.
Guilliman looked around with surprise and uncertainty; the gaze just now was too intense, as if the other party was standing right in front of him.
But he couldn't see the other party.
The Librarians and Spirit Race prophets he had summoned, after hearing his description, believed that this was very likely the gaze of a Warp entity.
This raised Guilliman's vigilance.
I must tell the Saint; the Empire has another powerful enemy.
Guilliman felt he should immediately warn the Saint to be wary of the newly born entity.
"Immediately establish communication with the Saint; I have something important to tell him."
After waiting for a while, Guilliman received a reply.
"Sorry, the user you are calling is busy. Please try again later."