Tarasha Euten's final memory was chaotic.
Although she had sworn to protect the Imperium, those who had now submitted to darkness had boarded the ship she was on.
Those damn Chaos traitors wore power armor covered in twisted spikes and decorated with skulls and human skin.
The loyal sons of the extreme Chapter surrounded her.
The Ultramarines, who had sworn to protect the Primarch's adoptive mother with their lives, were still desperately fighting against an overwhelming number of enemies.
The roar of boltguns echoed through the corridors, and the growl of chainswords tore through the air.
They used their own flesh and blood to form a defensive line, trying to keep her away from the ship that was on the verge of sinking.
Under no circumstances would the Ultramarines allow the Primarch's adoptive mother to fall into enemy hands.
Amid the chaos, she saw a silver figure appear silently from a dark corner of the cabin, like a ghost.
The other person was holding a special transparent cube.
While Tarasha Euten wore a confused expression, the other person raised the cube in their hand.
Invisible ripples spread from the cube, enveloping the bodies of everyone on the battlefield.
When she regained her connection to the outside world, she realized she was inside a completely unfamiliar metal tomb.
The Ultramarines who had tried to protect her were still by her side, but the abominable enemies had disappeared.
Looking around, Lady Tarasha Euten noticed Astartes who were clearly larger in build and taller.
Their power armor was multicolored, so it was impossible to determine which faction they belonged to based on color alone.
There were no bone spikes or Chaos runes visible, so they were not Chaos traitors.
Next to the other one stood a humanoid being made of silver metal.
Green light flickered in the other's eyes, as if staring at a few ants that had suddenly intruded.
"Who are you?"
Tarasha Euten was extremely wary, with the muzzle of her laspistol pointed at Datch and Orikan.
The Ultramarines shielded Tarasha Euten behind them, holding their boltguns ready to fire at any moment.
"I came to bring you back to the Imperium. Chancellor Malcador of the Aquila ordered me to bring you back before Roboute learns of your kidnapping by Trazyn."
Datch felt completely powerless in front of these friendly NPCs. He couldn't resort to violence.
The moment he finished speaking, the expressions of those extreme warriors became even more guarded.
The leader of the Ultramarines looked at him coldly, as if staring at a clumsy fraud.
"I went to Terra with the Primarch to provide support. By the time I arrived on Terra, Horus had already been destroyed by the Emperor."
"Terra was engulfed in flames, the palace had collapsed, and the entire galaxy was in mourning. Malcador died in front of the Throne while protecting the Emperor."
"The Primarch was ambushed on Thessala while pursuing his traitorous brother Fulgrim. The traitor stabbed the Primarch in the throat with a poisoned blade."
"And you're saying you were ordered by Malcador to help us?"
"An order given to you by someone who died ten thousand years ago?"
The other Ultramarines also gripped their weapons tightly.
This person was trying to deceive them. Something was definitely wrong.
"Who the hell are you?"
Tarasha Euten spoke again, her voice even sharper this time.
Datch looked at them, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly.
These NPCs were quite intelligent. They could even argue back.
He thought he could fool them with a few words. In other games, NPCs were easy to deceive, but the NPCs in the Warhammer universe were all incredibly cunning.
This is impossible. I don't have that kind of eloquence.
Datch took out a hypnotic panpipe from his pocket and began playing it softly.
The melodic and graceful sound of the flute was like a gentle breeze in the forest, soothing the heart.
Before the extreme warriors could react, an irresistible drowsiness overtook them.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The Ultramarines collapsed one after another like dominoes.
They lay on the ground, breathing steadily as they fell into a deep sleep.
Tarasha Euten was no exception. After all, she was only human and could not resist the hypnotic sound of the panpipe.
Datch put away the panpipe and nodded with satisfaction as he looked at the people sleeping soundly on the ground.
This is still the best.
He opened the Room of Requirement, and Mordachi and the other Primaris Space Marines lined up and came out, standing behind him.
"Send these guys in."
"Be careful not to wake them up."
Datch pointed at the Ultramarines and Tarasha Euten on the ground.
"Understood."
Mordachi nodded and led several people forward.
They carefully carried the sleeping people one by one into the Room of Requirement.
After sending everyone inside the building, Datch looked around with a thoughtful expression.
This exhibition hall was only a small part of the world of Solemnace.
Trazyn's collection was the history of the entire galaxy.
Taking only Tarasha Euten would be a huge loss.
His gaze turned to Orikan.
"Tell me, how can I take the entire world of Solemnace with me?"
Orikan was stunned for a moment, then immediately showed an expression of joy.
Take everything… take it all away?
He must have misheard. The Nameless One was trying to take the entire world of Solemnace.
Ah, what a thing.
He was only thinking about looting, and that would definitely enrage Trazyn.
This man was truly something else, trying to move an entire planet! Trazyn must be furious!
It was a bit far-fetched.
However, judging from the Nameless One's actions so far—
It was entirely possible.
"Honored Nameless One."
There was a hint of anticipation in Orikan's voice. If he could see Trazyn suffer a setback, this trip would not have been in vain.
"No matter how you move Solemnace, you must first take control of it."
He raised his hand and projected a holographic image into the air.
In the projection, the structure of the entire planet Solemnace was broken down into countless layers, each engraved with intricate patterns.
"Trazyn turned this planet into a massive museum, with each pyramid functioning as an independent exhibition area."
"However, all the exhibition areas were connected to the same control center."
Orikan pointed at the flashing red dot in the center of the projected screen.
"Only by obtaining access to the control center can you control all systems of the entire planet, including defense, life support, teleportation, and stasis."
Datch looked at the projected image and nodded, agreeing with Orikan's statement.
To get help, he summoned Zarhulash for support and also called in Mordachi and the other Primaris Space Marines.
Solemnace was Trazyn's fortress, and he had maintained it for 60 million years.
The defense systems here were equipped with anti-psychic energy devices.
Even if he summoned Warp creatures like Skarbrand, the presence of anti-phantom devices would make it difficult for them to maintain their existence.
He planned to use summon cards to call forth Doom, Kratos, and the Blade Queen Kerrigan.
However, the moment he opened his game inventory, he suddenly realized something.
In the "Human Imperium Exhibition," countless Imperial forces from various eras were on display.
He could easily use his position as an Inquisitor to order them to do something for him.
Thinking this, Datch turned around and walked toward the other exhibits.
…
Human Imperium Exhibition Area.
This place displayed countless Imperial relics from various eras.
Datch stood in front of a pedestal where a squad of Blood Ravens warriors was imprisoned.
"Destroy the energy supply facility of the dimensional cube."
Datch gave the order.
Mordachi and his subordinates immediately took action, locating the power lines and aiming their boltguns at critical connection points.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Several gunshots rang out before the power lines were severed.
The light from the dimensional cube flickered constantly, gradually dimming until it finally disappeared completely.
The Blood Ravens warriors were confused about their situation.
Their memories from just a moment ago were still trapped on the battlefield.
Now, they stood in a completely unfamiliar place.
Datch walked over to them and handed them the Inquisitorial seal.
"I am an Inquisitor of the Nameless. From now on, all of you must obey my orders."
"First, release those with combat capabilities. We need to take control of this place."
The Blood Ravens warriors hesitated for a moment. The captain leading the group scanned the Inquisitorial seal, confirmed it was genuine, and nodded.
"Yes, understood."
The Blood Ravens immediately began acting, joining Mordachi and the other Primaris Space Marines to rescue various Imperial forces.
When the Blood Ravens rescued a Dreadnought that had been used as an exhibit, they first used red spray paint.
The Dreadnought's original paint was blue, with the Ultramarines chapter emblem engraved on its chest.
They skillfully lifted the spray cans and began spraying paint onto the blue Dreadnought, overwriting the original color and erasing the chapter emblem.
They replaced it with the emblem of the Blood Ravens Chapter — a black raven with a drop of blood.
The entire process was smooth and efficient.
In less than three minutes, the blue Ultramarines Dreadnought had transformed into a red Blood Ravens Dreadnought.
Seeing this, the corners of Datch's lips twitched violently.
Hey, what are you planning to do with the spray paint?
Blue is the proof of an Ultramarines' fearlessness!
That's not yours!
Stop deceiving yourself with such low-level tricks.
However, the Blood Ravens warriors clearly didn't think so.
After finishing the painting, they nodded with satisfaction, as if they had completed a masterpiece.
Then they proceeded to sever the power supply lines of the dimensional cube.
Click, click, click
The pipelines were cut, and the light gradually weakened.
The dimensional cube completely disappeared.
The fearless machine swayed as it regained consciousness.
Blood Ravens warriors surrounded them.
"You are a brave brother of the Blood Ravens Chapter."
A Blood Ravens warrior approached his sensor and spoke seriously.
"You've been asleep for a long time, so your memory might be a bit confused. But don't worry. We'll help you recover your memories."
The other Blood Ravens warriors also nodded in agreement and chimed in to help "recall" the events.
Inside the fearless machine's sarcophagus, the buried hero fell into confusion, unable to distinguish between real memories and the illusions implanted in him.
However, these Blood Ravens warriors spoke very sincerely.
If they were so confident, then it must be a memory error.
"Sorry, brother. My memory is fuzzy."
He asked in a calm tone, "Brothers, where is the enemy?"
Is this really allowed?
Datch stared with wide eyes, feeling that these NPCs really knew how to have fun.
Mordachi and the other Primaris Space Marines remained silent but were deeply shocked at the same time.
Those Blood Ravens were truly shameless.
They had taken the fearless spirit of the extreme combat unit and made it their own.
The Blood Ravens warriors didn't notice anything strange at all.
What they should know was that from the day they were created, they had no Primarch, no one to take care of them, and had to rely on themselves to gather equipment.
With the revival of the new, fearless "Blood Ravens," they continued their journey to the next dimensional cube.
…
In the following hours, many more soldiers were rescued.
Soon, a massive army had gathered in front of Datch.
They came from different eras, different battle groups, and different worlds.
Their paint schemes, emblems, cultures, and philosophies were all different.
However, under Datch's Inquisitorial seal, they had been gathered to compete for control of the central command.
The control center was located in the deepest part of Planet Solemnace.
It was a massive pyramid, taller and more magnificent than any surrounding pyramid.
The virus and vulnerabilities planted by Orikan had no effect on the control center.
The gathered Imperial forces were quickly discovered by the guards, and a fierce battle broke out.
However, thanks to Datch's various gadgets, the human side easily won and defeated all enemies blocking their path.
Pushing open the door, they stepped into the incredibly spacious interior of the pyramid.
Just as Datch and his companions were preparing to seize control, they unexpectedly discovered that a fragment of a C'Tan belonging to the Deceiver was sealed here.
This guy was the biggest troublemaker in the galaxy.
Ever since Tzeentch was still an innocent little sparrow, this deceiver had been plotting various schemes and conspiracies across the galaxy.
Even when blown to pieces, this guy wouldn't stay still. He would disguise himself as various creatures and try to drag different factions into war.
The deceiver's strength was steadily recovering, and Trazyn was collecting fragments for him.
The deceivers felt both surprise and joy upon learning of the arrival of the humans and the C'Tan's fragment.
"Lord Zarhulash, are these people your slaves?"
"Quickly release me and set me free."
"Now is the time to give those damn cosmic Necrons who betrayed us the punishment they deserve."
"Let us join hands and create a new era of glory."
"No, this is my master," Zarhulash said honestly.
Please don't talk to me about any more glorious achievements. People who don't know might misunderstand.
"What?!" The deceiver's voice was high-pitched and grating. "You're making apes your masters? How did you fall to such a level?!"
"As a C'Tan who once wielded supreme power, it would be better to perish than to become a slave to foolish, short-lived creatures!"
"The Nameless One is an extraordinary existence," Zarhulash said. "I advise you to be careful with your words and actions, and to swear loyalty to the Nameless One as soon as possible."
"Dream on! Even if I die, I won't serve apes." The deceiver was confident.
"Open the dimensional cube." Datch ignored the NPCs' commotion and ordered his subordinates to cut off the energy supply and release the C'Tan fragment.
Mordachi and the others carried out the order without hesitation.
Meanwhile, the deceivers were overjoyed. This human's brain didn't seem to be working properly!
They had actually taken the bold action of releasing themselves. They were truly prepared to die.
Very well, I'll show them what true power is!
I'll awaken that foolish fragment and teach him that short-lived species are short-lived species, with no difference!
"Feel despair!" the deceiver shouted arrogantly the moment he appeared. "If you prostrate yourself at my feet, you might have a chance to survive, otherwise…"
Datch didn't waste any words. He took out the Spark Lens and the Miracle of Dyna, used their power to activate the Shining Form, and transformed.
A dazzling light burst forth, instantly enveloping the entire hall with intense brightness.
The deceiver's eyes were stung by the light, and he raised his arms to cover them.
When the light faded, a giant emitting golden light appeared before the deceiver.
Before the opponent could react, Datch raised his hand and casually used his Wheel Skill.
The deceiver hurriedly constructed an energy shield.
BOOM!!!
The shockwave from the collision of the two forces spread throughout the entire hall, violently shaking it.
With that single blow, the deceiver was sent flying dozens of meters, with fear appearing in his eyes.
Just who is this giant? Why does he possess such terrifying power?
However, Datch's attacks had only just begun.
He casually used various techniques such as light wheels, punches, kicks, and energy beams.
The deceiver desperately counterattacked, deploying energy shields multiple times to protect himself while looking for an opportunity to strike back.
The deceiver might be powerful, but in the end, he was only a fragment.
After a fierce battle, Datch gained the upper hand.
If he didn't dodge in time, a powerful punch would land squarely on the deceiver's chest.
BOOM!!!
The deceiver's body flew backward like a meteor, smashing through walls and finally embedding itself in a distant metal structure.
What terrifying humans! How do they possess such terrifying power?
Datch descended from above, continuing to attack the deceiver, striking and kicking with lethal force.
"Stop!" the deceiver shouted. "Respected lord, I swear loyalty to you."
Hearing this, Datch stopped and took out a Master Ball, putting the opponent inside it.
Seeing this scene, Zarhulash and Orikan showed expressions of contempt. The deceiver's attitude of triumph.
He had been spouting grandiose words, but after being beaten, he shamelessly shouted his loyalty to the Nameless One.
Back then, they weren't such pathetic existences. They resisted the power of the Nameless One and continued resisting until they gained some benefit, at which point they compromised.
Nameless One, I hope that in the future, you will enslave all people so mercilessly.
…
After Orikan seized control, he assisted Datch in changing the domination contract and transferring control to Datch.
"Nameless One, control has been transferred to you. From this moment on, the entire world of Solemnace will obey your commands."
Datch tried it out and, just as Orikan had said, gained control over the entire world of Solemnace.
After thinking for a moment, Datch decided to pack up the entire world of Solemnace.
He first expanded the Room of Requirement, then took out the Infinity Gauntlet and chose to use the power of the Space Stone to create a cosmic passage through which the planet could pass.
Then, the entire planet was moved into the "Room of Requirement."
To ensure sufficient light and temperature, Datch took out the Star fragments, fused them to create a small sun, and floated it above the world of Solemnace.
Orikan stood beside him with an expression mixed with surprise and joy.
That anonymous man had truly taken away all of Trazyn's possessions.
This… this is amazing!!
Imagining Trazyn returning in a rage, Orikan was filled with great satisfaction.
That's how it should be. Thoroughly humiliate that guy.
By the way, could someone pass a message to the Silent King Szarekh? Please don't come looking for me again. The Nameless One might misunderstand.
…
The newly born sun brought light not only to the world of Solemnace but also to the original land.
Upon waking, Tarasha Euten looked at this unfamiliar world in disbelief.
Just moments ago, she had witnessed the mysterious man called the "Nameless One" sending a planet and creating a star with his bare hands.
This was no longer human power — it was the authority belonging to the Creator God.
The Ultramarines behind her were equally stunned.