Dark Universe.
An unknown star flickered with light.
Beneath the boundless light of the star, a void erupted with specks of brilliance. As the view zoomed in, hundreds of warships were seen continuously firing upon a cruiser.
Around the cruiser, the wreckage of several frigates floated.
Then, amidst the sky-filling gunfire, the cruiser, now a lone ship, warped away directly from under the barrage.
Watching Sith escape again, Vashtorr in the Ark of Omen slammed his hammer scepter onto the deck in front of him, its dull echo reverberating through the bridge:
"When did the Imperium develop such an advanced Warp engine?"
After seeing his quarry slip away for what felt like the hundredth time, Vashtorr finally couldn't help but demand furiously.
The few Mortal crew members around him dared not speak. orac, who controlled the entire ark, sent out a servo-skull to meticulously search the database.
Seeing that this abominable intelligence actually intended to search for where the Imperium got such an engine.
Vashtorr, knowing full well that the Imperium couldn't possibly have developed it, furiously smashed the servo-skull. Then, amidst orac's suddenly reduced server hum, Vashtorr raised his hammer again, pointing forward.
"Keep chasing them!"
"They have a fragment on them. Warp the entire fleet again based on the fragment's location!"
Immediately after Sith departed, Vashtorr and Abaddon's combined fleet also flashed with a great light and vanished into the void.
At this moment, in another star system, an unknown distance away.
Space twisted, and a lunar class cruiser, engulfed in flames and with its hull covered in wounds, suddenly plunged into real space.
The main deck gate slowly opened, and numerous flying Servitors and servo-skulls dispersed under the command of the accompanying Tech-Priests.
They then enveloped the entire warship, beginning to extinguish the flames and weld the wounds.
Inside the bridge, facing the busy crew members, Sith watched his demon army slaughter Vashtorr's boarding party, who had jumped in but couldn't get out.
When an axe without serrations split a World Eaters Warband berserker in half.
Sith, who was casually surveying the battlefield and preparing to Warp again, lingered his gaze on this Khorne World Eater for a moment.
Then, with a touch of curiosity, he looked back.
On the bloody deck, crew members and Servitors continuously dragged away corpses. Large buckets of clean water were splashed, washing the blood down the deck.
Then, numerous mops vigorously scrubbed the surface.
"The warship's damage has reached twelve percent, and promethium is running low."
Ana, in charge of the warship, walked over, but before she could finish, Sith raised a hand to stop her:
"Understood."
Waving Ana away for now, Sith then watched his demon army, which had already eliminated who knew how many boarding parties, return to their positions after the battle and begin polishing their weapons.
Especially that World Eater in the crowd earlier, Sith didn't even care about the warship, his eyes completely fixed on him.
Because unlike the eternal dark red blood crust on Khorne World Eaters, this particular Khorne World Eater's power armor, he had personally washed off a lot of blood crust, revealing the mottled blue and white that had been covered for who knows how many years beneath the crimson.
And even the keen axe that had attracted Sith's gaze, as this World Eater continuously polished it, gradually shed the torturous and fragmented serrations, instead pursuing the sharpness for killing efficiency.
"Even the sharp axe that caught Sith's attention was gradually losing its torturous and fragmented serrations as the World Eater continued to polish it, instead becoming sharply honed for killing efficiency."
"How do I feel..."
"My World Eaters are starting to..."
"Become rational?"
Sith looked at this scene with some surprise, because creatures that fall into the embrace of Chaos, whether human or xenos, usually become increasingly insane and irrational.
The most direct manifestation is that most Khorne followers pursue meaningless bloodlust.
Slaanesh, on the other hand, is obsessed with pathological physical torment and all kinds of insane sensory stimulation.
Tzeentch loves to dabble in the mystical, constantly planning grand schemes that are utterly useless.
Nurgle is relatively better, but only if you can accept your body turning into a giant'super-hard poop'.
But now, Sith looked at this World Eater, and although the marks of Khorne still floated on his body, even with just a glance, one could see that this World Eater was continuously returning to normal.
Even looking through this World Eater to more of his demon army, this 'improvement' phenomenon was actually starting to appear in all the demon armies under his command.
Even among Slaanesh's Imperial Children, some had begun to put down their self-mutilating blades and pick up paintbrushes again...
And watching these Imperial Children occasionally glance at him, Sith curiously followed their gaze to their canvases, where he could see an extremely familiar figure.
"Why did they paint me?"
Watching the Imperial Children skillfully painting him, Sith saw not a pathological craving in their eyes, but a relatively pure artistic pursuit.
Although the painted Sith still had various not-so-great details, Sith didn't know why, but he always felt that if he continued to lead these Chaos demon armies, he would eventually turn them all back!
"Is it because... my hundredfold only has 'positive' feedback?"
Sith emphasized the word 'positive'.
Because the Chaos Gods all have two sides: Khorne represents slaughter and courage – the negative side is slaughter, the positive side is courage.
Similarly, Tzeentch is trickery and erudition, Slaanesh is stimulation and art, and Nurgle is disease and rebirth.
In Sith's eyes now, these Traitor Astartes, who had fallen into the negative side of Chaos for countless years, after following him for a period, were actually beginning to have their positive aspects gradually outweigh their negative ones.
It's important to remember that during the Great Crusade, the Emperor had eighteen Astartes Legions, each with its own distinct characteristics.
Finally, with Horus's grand birthday celebration, the entire Imperium split in two, and nine Legions fell to Chaos, becoming the Chaos Traitors who brought endless nightmares and wars to the Imperium.
And now, a scene never before imagined was appearing on Sith's bridge.
Even the Legion of the Damneds, who were the God-Emperor's 'demon army', continuously observed these Chaos Traitors, who they hadn't even reacted to yet. At the same time, through the Legion of the Damneds' eyes, the eyes in the Warp that were constantly watching Sith, except for Gork and Mork, all showed unexpected reactions.
The Chaos Gods / The Four Gods were momentarily unable to react, unsure of what to do. The God-Emperor, who had been tricked by Tzeentch and was constantly looking for opportunities to contact Guilliman, gradually...
Pulled back a'sunny' smile!
Feeling the varied gazes of these eyes behind him, Sith broadened his gaze to the entire Chaos Traitor force, looking at the 'whitewashed' Astartes dotted like sparks among them, his eyes equally stunned:
"What does this mean?"
"Does it mean that under my command, the 'enlightened'...
"Nine Traitor Legions will reappear?!"
------------------------
I've posted 70+ chapters in advance on Patreon.
Webnovel updates will still be daily, as usual.
It might not seem tempting right nobut who knows what the future holds?
[email protected]/TripleCrown
"And If you're enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!"