With the completion of the Aether Phase Engine, a massive amount of Warp energy was siphoned off every moment, turning the planet Moro into an Aether black hole.
The Warp energy formed a terrifying, swirling black hole with Moro as its center.
Demons were unable to maintain their forms on Moro, or even in the nearby star systems, because as soon as they approached, their energy would be absorbed by the Aether Phase Engine, causing them to collapse and perish.
This led to the Chaos Gods' demonic armies being unable to sustain combat, ultimately resulting in their collapse.
The Four Chaos Gods retreated to their own domains, consolidating their forces.
The Battle of Moro ended with a decisive victory for the Imperium of Man.
The Chaos Gods suffered heavy losses, with countless casualties.
All the Daemon Primarchs were captured and imprisoned in the Dimensional Cube.
Ultimately, these individuals were sculpted into kneeling, static statues, lined up along the Triumphal Avenue leading to the Imperial Palace.
Lorgar's fate was the most desolate; the Imperium's personnel harbored a deep hatred for the Daemon Primarchs.
How could they possibly waste time tidying his appearance? He was simply left to wallow in his own filth.
Even in stasis, a Primarch's mind can still think.
This is an ability possessed by every Primarch.
However, Lorgar now deeply loathed this ability.
He would rather lose the capacity for thought than endure such torment.
Unfortunately, there was no medicine for regret in this world.
Besides the Daemon Primarchs, many powerful Chaos traitors also met their downfall, either executed or made into kneeling statues, atoning for their past mistakes until the moment the universe perished.
The victory in the Battle of Moro signified humanity's complete dominance.
Mars dispatched multiple fleets, using lighthouses and the Webway to travel everywhere, carrying out repair work.
They repaired the Warp rifts, allowing the galaxy to return to peace.
The once arrogant Chaos forces retreated back into the Warp.
But the Imperium of Man did not stop there.
As the Time Calamity and the Aether Phase Engine operated, Warp energy was depleting, which meant the power of Chaos was fading.
This was the best opportunity to defeat Chaos.
The Imperium quickly assembled a large army near the shattered planet Cadia.
They planned to utterly destroy the Eye of Terror and eliminate the traitors serving Chaos.
The Emperor and Alex stood side by side on the Imperial Glory, looking at the entrance to the Eye of Terror in the distance.
It pulsed with mixed purple and white light, incredibly evil.
Even a few glances felt as if it could swallow people's souls.
The Players were on various warships, incredibly excited.
"Is it finally starting?"
"Punch Abaddon, kick Honsou, haha."
"Chop! Chop! Kill! Kill! Kill!"
"..."
Every one of them was eagerly anticipating breaking through the Chaos forces' defenses and rushing into the Warp to unleash a massacre.
The Primarchs, however, had solemn expressions. After tens of thousands of years, the final reckoning had finally arrived.
After flattening the Eye of Terror, the Chaos Gods' influence on the Reality universe would be weakened to an unimaginable degree.
"Give the order. All of this should end now."
Alex looked at the Eye of Terror, his tone calm.
The Emperor nodded, swung his longsword, and his voice echoed in the ears of every Commander and participating soldier.
"Attack! Win the final victory!"
Even before the war began, he had held several mobilization meetings.
Now, further mobilization would undoubtedly only be a waste of time and energy.
Sky Punishment Colossus after Sky Punishment Colossus activated, immensely vast, their engines emitting bright light, propelling the massive hulls forward.
Resounding Ecclesiarchy hymns emanated from every warship, forming a holy field to resist Chaos corruption.
The anti-Warp matrix built by the Star Gods was also ready.
If anything went wrong, it would immediately activate, creating a psychic vacuum.
Facing Chaos forces that had been severely wounded multiple times, the Imperial army was unstoppable, sweeping all before them.
Many planets occupied by Chaos forces were burned to glass before they even had a chance to resist.
The Players of the Emperor Niuma Battle Group landed on a planet named Olianthius.
They discovered that this planet was a curled-up, pathologically obese giant.
There were also a group of twisted Noise Marines on it.
And tentacled monsters that completely defied human imagination.
"Fire particle annihilation beams."
In such a situation, the Warmaster unhesitatingly gave the order to destroy, utterly annihilating the planet that had become a giant.
Under the bombardment of several Sky Punishment Colossus, the giant screamed incessantly, finally exploding and dying a miserable death.
"Now that's efficiency." Tenjiro nodded in satisfaction. "Did those P-Corp guys travel back from Stellaris? Even the text perfectly matches my current mood."
"What a poor big guy, didn't even get to eat a person before being blown up." Twisted person expressed sympathy. "I really hope he can be resurrected."
"Are you planning to sacrifice yourself, emulate the Buddha feeding the eagle, and abandon your small self to feed that monster?" Zhuge asked.
Sea Turtle looked at Twisted person, a look of disdain on his face. "Did you do too much manual labor last night and lose your mind? Why are you so 'Mother Mary' now?"
"Is being 'Mother Mary' not good? The galaxy needs love, only love can enlighten this universe. I want him to resurrect, and then I'll personally fire the cannons, enlightening him with fierce love."
Adrance, nearby, shook his head. "Your love, that monster can't bear it. It's better for it to just die quickly."
"Your love is truly too great, you should sit at the same table as Khorne," Da Hai also commented.
"..."
On the other side, the Han Dajiang group also descended onto the surface of a Daemon World.
This world was ruled by the Dimensional Smith Valadrak.
Countless daemon factories stood on the surface, where enslaved daemons and mortals toiled day and night without rest.
Even if they died, their souls would be imprisoned there, never to escape for eternity.
"This guy is definitely a capitalist."
After breaking into a daemon factory and seeing the enslaved daemons inside, Director Qi even felt some pity.
The Dimensional Smith Valadrak enslaved mortals and daemons equally, purely treating them as consumables.
"Let's break into that guy's fortress," Silent Night Sky said. "Whether in reality or in a game, capitalists should be hung on lampposts."
"I agree," the unlucky Che Xing Zai nodded in agreement.
"Let's go, overthrow that damned capitalist!" The shy Sea Star shouted, raising his arms.
Seeing the miserable state of the daemon factories, the Han Dajiang Players were full of drive.
They furiously slaughtered the working daemons and mortals in their way, storming into the Dimensional Smith Valadrak's castle.
After a bitter struggle, they finally killed this Chaos Lord, cut off his head, and hung it on a lamppost.
Combat Roses, Demon Hunter, and other Player Battle Groups also encountered their respective enemies.
But under their powerful combat strength, these enemies quickly collapsed, becoming souls under their swords.
The Eye of Terror rapidly fell, planet after planet, either completely annihilated or broken by the Imperium, with Chaos Lords slain.
Ecclesiarchy priests blessed the worlds that could still be saved, expelling corruption and allowing the land to regain vitality.
The Star Gods also helped humanity reshape the physical laws of the Eye of Terror, repairing the void created by Slaanesh's birth.
"We're back, we're back."
Eldrad and other Spirit Race seers stepped onto the surviving ruins of the ancient Aeldari Empire, shedding tears of excitement.
When Slaanesh was born, the ancient Aeldari Empire, which indulged in unrestrained debauchery, was destroyed.
Now, returning to their homeland, they naturally felt a flood of emotions.
"Everything has changed beyond recognition," Eldar also sighed with emotion.
"There will be hope for a new rise," Cegorach said. "The universe has a very, very long lifespan."
"Let's collect the fragments of Khaine. Although he is mad, he is still our companion after all."
"Let's do it," Inyad, the Eldar Death God, nodded. "Recall our former companions and rebuild the Spirit Race's home."
Bloody-Handed Khaine was the War God of the Spirit Race Pantheon. When the Spirit Race fell, he was one of the three surviving gods.
Khorne and Slaanesh vied for ownership of him. Ultimately, Slaanesh, unable to defeat Khorne, shattered Khaine, causing his body to become countless fragments.
The way to resurrect him was to collect the fragments and reshape his body.
This task would have been very difficult in the past.
Because the Chaos Gods would not allow such a thing to happen.
But now, the Imperium of Man held the upper hand, and the Chaos Gods kept their domain gates tightly shut, ignoring their followers who were being slaughtered outside.
No one would care if they collected Khaine's fragments.
Moreover, they could use the Imperium of Man's lighthouse teleportation network and the newly built Webway, which greatly accelerated their collection efficiency.
Soon, they collected most of Khaine's fragments and reshaped them into a massive Khaine.
Upon resurrection, Khaine was as enraged and insane as ever.
He even tried to turn the tables, demanding that humanity kneel before him.
The result was predictable: at Alex's command, the Star Gods swarmed him, punching and kicking, until the Bloody-Handed Khaine's eyes cleared and he was no longer insane.
Khaine was very unconvinced.
But facing the Emperor and Alex, who could destroy him, he could only choose to submit, kneeling before them and acknowledging the Imperium of Man's rule over the galaxy.
"Truly unifying the galaxy in every sense of the word." Trazyn took a photo of Khaine kneeling before the Emperor of Mankind and the Saint.
This was very memorable.
"An unprecedented feat, it was actually achieved."
Orikan also sighed.
He had lived for so long.
Countless overlords had claimed they would unify the galaxy, but so far, only the Old Ones and humanity had succeeded.
Everyone else just talked about it, never achieving it.
Undoubtedly, a new era was about to begin.
The matter of the Bloody-Handed Khaine was merely a minor interlude, but it also highlighted the power of the Imperium of Man.
There were no longer any enemies in the Reality universe that could threaten them.
The Eye of Terror war progressed very quickly.
The Chaos Gods had been severely weakened in the Battle of Moro, and now faced the dilemma of constantly having their Warp energy drained.
The Imperium of Man was determined to completely drain Immaterium.
If they were to act casually again, it would certainly accelerate their depletion and lead to weakness.
For this reason, they no longer heeded the prayers of their followers, and were likewise frantically devouring Warp energy as reserves.
Without the help of the Chaos Gods, the Chaos traitors in the Eye of Terror couldn't even defeat the Imperium of Man before its reforms, let alone after.
They were quickly routed.
They couldn't win, nor could they escape. They were either annihilated by the Imperium or captured, becoming prisoners, sculpted into statues kneeling near the Triumphal Avenue.
When Abaddon, Ahriman, Honsou, and other powerful traitors were killed or captured, the Eye of Terror war also came to an end.
The Eye of Terror became history, repaired by the Imperium of Man.
Those corrupted daemon worlds were also cleansed of corruption by the Imperium of Man using various means, regaining their lush vitality and returning to their original appearance.
As the Eye of Terror campaign neared its end,
Alex had Cortana release a new expansion pack for the Players, sending them to conquer the Warp.
By killing powerful Warp entities or daemons, they could obtain law fragments, which would allow them to continue strengthening themselves and become demigods.
The Players were naturally full of enthusiasm for this, each one brimming with drive.
At the same time, Alex and the Emperor were also discussing the open beta.
They planned to allow more Players to participate.
Once they defeated the Chaos Gods and reclaimed the Eight-Pointed Star created by the Old Ones, they would have to face the greatest threat to the galaxy—the Extradimensional Old Gods.
The more Players there were, the more things they could do.
Warhammer OL had now become the most popular game, with countless people queuing for internal test slots.
It was bound to usher in a wave of Players, allowing them to participate in the campaigns to defeat the Chaos Gods and clear out the invading Swarm, giving them initial growth.
At that time, they could be used as cannon fodder against the Extradimensional Old Gods.
"Then let's prepare for the open beta."
After discussion, the Emperor and Alex decided that in ten days,
There would be a large-scale server shutdown for maintenance, and then connections would be opened, allowing all who wished to play to participate... within the Webway.
"Hahahaha, I escaped, I escaped!"
The terrifying-looking Erebus roared in the mist-shrouded, empty Webway.
He had forgotten how long he had been tormented by the Ghomorra Overlord Vect.
He only remembered being dismembered and reassembled by him again and again.
Each time was so painful, even his soul became fragmented, full of stitched marks.
If not for the intense hatred sustaining Erebus, he would have died long ago.
"Now, I'm back. I will make everyone pay the price."
"Both the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari and the Imperium of Man must die. I will unleash the Chaos Gods completely and utterly destroy the galaxy."
Erebus, dragging his broken body, found a decaying Webway node.
He cast his will into the Warp, seeking the help of the Gods, seeking their assistance.
"Eh~~ Did I just cross over to another parallel Warhammer??"
"What? The Eye of Terror was destroyed by the Imperium of Man, and Abaddon was captured??"
"Why are the Emperor's armies rampaging through the Gods' domains??"
Erebus suddenly felt like the sky had fallen, and he was questioning everything.
What exactly had happened during the time he was imprisoned??
Just as Erebus was confused, a cold voice came.
"My little darling must be around here, search carefully."
"How dare you escape. It seems I'll have to give my little darling a good 'loving' time."
Upon hearing this voice, Erebus instantly shivered, because this voice belonged to that madman, the Ghomorra Overlord Vect.