Chapter 56

The Lords of Change were screaming, the nine to the ninth power Tzeentch demons were desperately fighting for new knowledge, various pink and blue horrors even blasted each other with Tzeentch fire in order to obtain the right to copy a sentence of knowledge, and the smaller Tzeentch demons hurriedly shuttled through the chaotic battlefield, picking up the knowledge scattered on the ground and recycling them to the towering crystal bookshelves - however, under the continuous influence of the power of the Raven God, some of the slightly larger knowledge grew growths before being recycled, becoming new Tzeentch demons, and then joined the chaotic situation, constantly adding bricks and tiles to the concept of "change".

The Supreme Eagle was laughing wildly, the Web of Fate was shaking wildly, a large number of Fate Crystals fell from it and shattered on the ground, and the blowing etheric wind frantically condensed new Fate Crystals on the Web of Fate, but the next moment, these newly condensed Fate Crystals would follow the footsteps of their predecessors and shatter in the chaotic vortex - at this moment, all the Tzeentch wizards - including the Supreme Wizard Magnus who rolled back to his nest in a half-baked manner - found that they had temporarily lost the ability to observe the future, which made some Tzeentch things that relied too much on future vision to execute plans instantly flustered, their plans were deformed, and finally they overturned one by one, becoming one of the eternally screaming victims in the Tzeentch domain.

"Tzeentch! You plotted against me! Tzeentch!"

The discordant sound echoed in the labyrinth of the Tamperer. The anger from Elysium slammed the gate of the illusory fortress, trying to pry open the gate of this fortress, which was also unpredictable from the perspective of the Warp's destructive power. Of course, Slaanesh's futile attack only brought more laughter from the Trickster, causing more violent turbulence to spread to all directions of its domain.

"Gah - relax - Lord of Desire! You can't throw away your things! At least in the future I see, you haven't lost anything unacceptable!"

Tzeentch, who had transformed his form into a weird shape composed of countless eyes, twisted his unspeakable body, and transmitted the ding-dong sound of the crystal collision to the domain of the Dark Prince, who was about to go out of control so that Khorne might look at him from the side. At the same time, he looked more closely at the battlefield that had entered the most heated truncation - thousands of changes fell into the arms of the Messenger of Hope, splashing endless droplets of fate, and the ecstatic evil god captured these silver substances that were overflowing with things he couldn't understand, and through them, he wove new fates and possibilities.

"Tell me, I can see a drama full of gorgeous art!"

Thinking of the words that Tzeentch had uttered before, Slaanesh's anger made the entire Slaanesh Six Rings tremble - although the Dark Prince had never believed in the Supreme Eagle since his birth, for Slaanesh, as long as things were fresh enough, it could gain a considerable degree of happiness regardless of the outcome. Therefore, after listening to Tzeentch's judgment on the possible subsequent development of this matter, the Lustful Monarch secretly agreed to what Magnus did to Fulgrim, and arranged for Enkari to find Eidolon in the Eye of Terror in order to add more actors to this drama. As a result, it now seems that the drama has indeed begun, and it is indeed a script that he had not expected, but! He did not get any joy from it! ! !

"I never said what you can gain from this drama - Lord of Debauchery, not all dramas can make the audience's souls stir, and not all dramas can give the audience a satisfactory ending."

After a light sentence made Slaanesh more "attractive" to Khorne's attention, Tzeentch, who was no longer concerned about this wave of destruction between reality and the warp, turned his attention back to the boundless time, and waited for Fulgrim's possible and unexpected ending with full expectation - admittedly, among the destinies currently seen by the fate compiler, Fulgrim's worst fate was just exile, but the great Tzeentch knew that fate was unpredictable, not to mention this miniature great game that he had not observed from the beginning!

"Come on... Come quickly... Use your battle to reveal the answer behind the curtain, and use your soul to engrave the truth of fate for me!"

——————————————The dividing line of the chaotic battlefield——————————————————————

Folgen is fighting alone.

As the last Slaanesh noise warrior was burned to ashes in the Emperor's flames, the fallen phoenix realized that he had completely fallen into a net carefully designed for him. The area he could see, except for the place where the sword beside him touched, was all engulfed by the golden flames that made his heart palpitate. In the flames, his descendants and those who looked like his descendants, whose fighting methods were also derived from his descendants, whose momentum and war cries were the same as his descendants, launched rounds of charge at him like a tide, leaving sword marks and bullet wounds on his body. Although these wounds were almost flesh wounds for Fulgrim, the word "imperfect" had begun to devour the soul of the demon primarch bit by bit. "My descendants! Look carefully at my perfect body! Listen carefully to my voice! You are destroying perfection! You are betraying the original dream of the Legion!"

"Perfection is a lie, Primarch, just like you are now a joke."

However, Fulgrim's shouting did not get any response from his descendants. The crackling sound caused by the rapid flow of energy on the ancient sage's power fist, along with the ancient sage's words, hit Fulgrim's face heavily, and the other two fearless machines with similar abilities followed the ancient sage's steps, attacking Fulgrim's face from the left and right - although the Fallen Phoenix successfully dodged a punch and used its own sword to deflect another punch, however, the punch from the ancient sage's body... Fulgrim had no way to avoid it!

"Rilano! Don't even think about it!!!"

Before the fist surrounded by golden light hit his face, the heart-wrenching burning sensation made Lord Chemos feel that his hair was burning. In an inexplicable panic, the Demon Primarch exhaled and spoke, forcibly concentrating the filthy power of Paradise, turning them into a shield to block his cheek. His face was still aching after being beaten twice by the Ancient Sage. He really didn't want to be beaten for the third time!

Just...

"Crack——————!"

A crisp bone-breaking sound rang out. With the assistance of two unknown fearless elders in the eyes of the Ancient Sage who were completely in sync with his fighting style and had established a mysterious connection with him, the power of Rilano's punch suddenly increased by more than double, easily shattering the shield created by the Demon Primarch, and then hitting the Demon Primarch's chin with the remaining force. Blood splattered everywhere, and flesh flew everywhere!

"Gu-ga-ah-ya-qua ... "My...my face! My perfect face! How dare you do this! How dare He do this!"

Although the filthy magic of Slaanesh has begun to slowly reconstruct Fulgrim's cheeks, how could the Lord of Mankind's pure anger against traitors easily make the Fallen succeed? In full view of the crowd, Fulgrim's head became a place where two forces fought, purple and gold intertwined crazily, constantly reconstructing and tearing the face of the Fallen Phoenix - although the Emperor's fire was finally extinguished by the power of Slaanesh, however, the insufficient power of Slaanesh also made Fulgrim's reconstructed face look half-baked - a crippled face without any beauty at all.

".......He is indeed a joke, Rilano."

Tavizz, who formed a sword formation with three other Emperor's Children warriors who cooperated well with him, was about to rush up to continue to contain his gene father. Seeing Fulgrim's face burned and even his four hands dancing with swords in disorder, a trace of loss appeared in his voice.

"Not only has our Phoenix died, but even its last trace has been insulted and used by such a thing."

Vespasian, who no longer regarded Fulgrim, the demon prince, as his genetic father, held his sword tightly and adjusted his breathing deeply to ensure that he could instinctively enter the best combat state of mind - as one of the Lord Commanders of the Emperor's Children, Vespasian was ready to gamble everything.

"I am your Phoenix! Your Primarch! How can you not acknowledge me!!!"

Fulgrim, who heard the extra meaning in Vespasian's words, widened his pupils that had not yet been fully regenerated, so they looked like Nurgle's creations, and moved his mouth, which had recovered a part but had been severely distorted in pronunciation, and refuted Vespasian's words with a disgusting tone - then, the demon Primarch heard the voice of Rilano.

"Perhaps from memory, you are indeed our phoenix, but since you chose this path of depravity and thought you could become more perfect, you betrayed the Emperor and abandoned some of your sons, including me, who were unwilling to go along with you. You have erased the things that truly constitute our phoenix - you who think you are perfect are just the shell of the purple phoenix after all the good things have been shed, and filled with a bunch of filth

A despised person."

After saying this, the ancient sage raised his hand high, then pressed it down heavily, the eagle flag fluttered, the war roar shook the sky, and the golden flames formed an ocean, locking the fallen phoenix firmly in it.

"Son of the Emperor - Behead the enemy of his father!!!"

——————————————Big Brother E's dividing line——————————————————

In the warp, the area corresponding to the Golden Throne, flames are raging.

The great Emperor, who has long been unable to speak easily, sits on the huge golden throne, and the vast golden psychic energy surges around Him like a tide. In the boundless huge parade ground in front of Him, the spirits of the Astra Militarum, Astartes, Sisters of Battle, and even the Imperial Guards are constantly entering this world through the portal, or leaving through the portal - for thousands of years, the souls that can be guided by the Emperor to the throne have gathered here, fighting to delay the inevitable future of the galaxy and find a glimmer of hope for mankind - every minute and every second, there are new people joining, and then, every minute and every second, there are troops setting off.

"Father, I brought the things."

And the most special existence among these spirits is undoubtedly Ferrus, the Primarch of the Iron Hands. In this supernatural realm, only he and a small number of Imperial Guards have the ability and qualifications to have a brief conversation with the current Emperor. The Cursed Hand took a well-sealed box and strode to the Emperor's throne. He knelt on one knee and presented the item. With the jumping of a ball of golden flames, the box in Ferrus's hand began to slowly rise to the Emperor's hand.

"Father, is it really possible that he can reappear because of the little bit of soul that his offspring brought back that can withstand your flames? His other souls that were severely burned by your power have returned to the realm of Paradise. According to my calculations, at most 666 years, he will have the capital to return to the material world again."

Watching the box slowly being swallowed by the flames rising from the Emperor's hands, it finally disappeared. Knowing that the ceremony had begun, Ferrus still couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked this question that he felt he would most likely not get an answer to - of course, he did get the answer from the Emperor that he expected.

"Don't think too much, Ferrus, this is just an experiment."

VIII. Extra Chapter - Abaddon's Terror

In the Vengeful Spirit battleship that has long been completely turned into a demon cave, the self-proclaimed warlord of the Black Legion, the Great Plunderer Abaddon, slowly opened his eyes in his room.

As the Astartes warrior who witnessed the final moment of his gene father in the Battle of Terra... well, to describe it with a disease-related word that Abaddon knows - dementia, Abaddon actually has no trust in the four who have great power but can only hide in the warp and point fingers. In the eyes of the Great Plunderer, the Empire and Chaos are both things that should be destroyed, but now, because the Empire is too powerful, in order to burn the galaxy, the power of Chaos is indispensable - although this power is unpredictable and full of malice, it can still help him in unexpected places.

And now, Chaos has given the Great Plunderer a different revelation...

"Master."

Seeing the great Lord of the Black Legion walk out of his meditation room, which he could never enter unless he allowed it, the servants of the Great Plunderer immediately approached their master with respect and humility, and carefully followed the procedures to equip the moody Chaos Warmaster - they were lucky this time, because Abaddon was too obsessed with thinking about the inexplicable revelation he had just received, so that after the equipping was completed, the Great Plunderer still maintained a statue-like state.

"My Lord, we are approaching the end of this warp voyage."

Just as Abaddon was savoring the vague words in his mind and secretly judging whether the information obtained from the Chaos Sea this time was a warning, an opportunity, a lie, or simply a trap, the voice of his subordinates rang in his ears, and at the same time, the data screen that lit up in front of him also clearly informed the Great Plunderer that this warp shuttle was nearing the end.

"Fleet situation?"

"Total loss rate is 3%, no key equipment or personnel loss."

"Very good, how are the other fleets that are going to join us? The servants of the false emperor are now concentrating on fighting the Tyranids. Their empty defense gives us a good opportunity to penetrate, and we can't waste any time."

"The fleet of the Perfect Lord War Gang is already waiting at the end."

"Perfect Lord, huh..."

After hearing this name, even though Abaddon has been a Chaos Warmaster for thousands of years and has dealt with God knows how many Chaos Astartes, demons, wizards, aliens and other messy things, he couldn't help but put a hint of contempt in his tone - since a certain mysterious thing that he didn't know the exact location of, what happened and the outcome of the incident, but according to his investigation, it was most likely involved in the Slaanesh Demon Primarch Fulgrim, the entire Slaanesh faction of Chaos Astartes suddenly fell into a state of depression, and the Soul Breaker Eidolon, who had the most dealings with him, was confirmed dead - although, as time went on, the news of the return of the Demon Primarch Fulgrim made

The Astartes of the Slaanesh faction slowly recovered a little. However, these guys, who were originally poorly disciplined, poorly capable, and more likely to cause trouble than to accomplish, could basically only do some non-strategic work after the more chaotic recovery. To put it nicely, they were given autonomy, but to put it bluntly, they were worried about the side effects of using them as cannon fodder....

"At least they obeyed your call, Warmaster."

Hearing the contempt for these Slaanesh Astartes in Abaddon's tone, his subordinates had to persuade the Great Plunderer in a slightly flattering way not to behave too "out of line" when he joined these things that he actually didn't think much of - after all, if the Astartes of the Slaanesh faction were really determined to make trouble...

These bastards really did a lot of operations that didn't conform to any logic at all! !

"You don't need to remind me - I will arrange a good place for them so that they can play their best role. After entering the real universe and making sure that all systems are stable, you will send them my orders."

Although he really looked down on this pile of Slaanesh stuff, the Chaos Warmaster still arranged a place for these "allies" who had not yet met, based on the principle that "things can be of some use as long as they are placed in the right place". As the hull of the Spirit of Vengeance rushed out of the Mandeville Point of the target galaxy, the Chaos Warmaster's order was also sent through the communication method of the real universe to the flagship "Eternal Desire" battle barge of the Perfect Lords War Gang, which was waiting for Abaddon's fleet somewhere inside the galaxy. The Great Predator strode to the bridge, sat on his throne, and waited for feedback from the Perfect Lords War Gang.

One second passed....

Two seconds passed...

Three seconds passed...

One minute passed...

"Trash is trash."

Having probably guessed why the guys from the Perfect Lords Warband hadn't responded to him yet, the Chaos Warmaster turned his head slightly and made a simple gesture to one of his guards. The guard understood, turned around and left the bridge, and began to summon the brothers of the warband. The Great Plunderer's meaning was very clear. The Perfect Lords Warband was useless. Therefore, in order to use every resource to kill the false emperor and burn the galaxy, it was their job to let the Chaos Astartes of the Perfect Lords Warband "actively" or "passively" offer everything.

Then...

"What happened?"

Looking at the clear words "Contact lost" displayed on the screen, Abaddon's expression darkened - he knew the combat effectiveness of his direct subordinates very well, and in order to suppress the members of the Perfect Lords Warband more quickly and effectively, the raiders arranged by the Great Predator still had Terminators in their hands. However, less than half an hour after they successfully boarded the ship, how could they all lose contact? Not even a single alarm was sent back!

"Maybe the psychic power of the psykers in the Perfect Lords Warband interfered with the communication - no, when this happens, the second backup plan should be activated."

A member of the Black Legion speculated, but this speculation was quickly denied by himself - the direct subordinates of the Great Predator have always maintained good tactical qualities, and things like being cut off by psykers are not a problem in their eyes. From his experience in war, even if the Perfect Lords Warband raised a Slaanesh Daemon on their ship, they would not be able to do such a thing.

"You, and you, take someone to have a look."

After thinking for a second, Abaddon decided to increase the stakes - however, what surprised him was that the second batch of Black Legion soldiers he sent over also lost contact soon after boarding the ship!

"It seems that something has prepared a 'trap' for us."

After losing two waves of his soldiers in a row, even Abaddon was a little embarrassed. Just when he began to consider whether to send more people to continue exploring or ignore this matter, rest for a while and go directly to the next Mandeville point, the revelation he had received in meditation suddenly came to his mind. In an instant, the Great Plunderer realized that what the revelation revealed was right in front of him, on the flagship of the Perfect Lord War Gang that had become a 'dragon's den' for some reason.

"Gather the troops. I want to go up there myself."

————————————————Abaddon goes to board————————————————————

Colorful lights that are enough to make mortals dizzy, meaningless music composed of screams or worse that lingers in the ears forever, decorations made of various messy materials painted or carved that only make you feel sick, and the "heavy" fragrance that permeates the air.

Although as the Chaos Warmaster, Abaddon has visited many Slaanesh warbands and boarded many warships controlled by Slaanesh believers, the Great Predator's disgust for the "decorative style" of Slaanesh stuff has never decreased. Therefore, before stepping onto the deck of the ship of the Perfect Lord Warband, Abaddon activated a bunch of equipment on his armor to prevent himself from being polluted by these bad things - but after being teleported into the ship, the Chaos Warmaster found the first wrong place.

Too quiet, and too clean.

"My Lord, this ship does not look like

a flagship of a Slaanesh warband, but more like something controlled by the guys on the side of the False Emperor."

Beside Abaddon, a terminator who served as his guards spoke hoarsely - there is no doubt that the veterans of the Ten Thousand Wars who followed Abaddon onto the battle barge also keenly discovered something wrong.

"The twisted feeling that follows Slaanesh cannot be faked. Besides, there was nothing wrong with the last psychic communication before leaving the warp."

Another Terminator probably guessed what his colleague wanted to say and took over his words.

"It is impossible for the servants of the false emperor to wipe out the entire Perfect Lord War Gang in such a short time. Even if they really did it, they would definitely not be able to remove the power of Paradise covering this ship so easily. Moreover, the most important thing is that this galaxy has not been polluted by the servants of the false emperor, and we have not detected any warship signals of guys loyal to the false emperor in this galaxy."

The voice of the third terminator sounded in the communication channel immediately after the second person. In the eyes of this ancient warrior who has experienced countless chaotic battlefields, the culprit of the destruction of the Perfect Lord War Gang is very likely to have nothing to do with the running dogs of the false emperor. After all, the combat effectiveness of those guys is inferior to that of the warriors of the gods. It is impossible to let a whole Slaanesh War Gang be destroyed without a big commotion, and let two groups of black legion members who boarded the ship disappear silently!

"My Lord, what is your order?"

Of course, although these veterans of ten thousand battles have expressed their own opinions and put forward their views on why the ship has become like this, the final decision still has to be handed over to Abaddon. So, the Terminator veteran who spoke first turned his head slightly and looked at Abaddon, waiting for his order.

"Retreat."

Unexpectedly, Abaddon uttered a word that they did not expect.

"What?"

Hearing this word, all the Terminators who followed Abaddon to teleport were stunned.

"I said retreat."

The revelation that the subspace just gave him became more and more clear. Some terrible possibilities have been wandering in the soul of the Chaos Warmaster. He can feel that the Chaos Mark on his body is heating up, screaming, and frantically resisting something that permeates the ship. This kind of thing should not exist - no, at the moment when the Son of Vengeance stood up, some things have already become established facts. How ridiculous, the two sides of the confrontation are essentially the same thing!

"No, my Lord, our transmission system is disturbed. Something is interfering with the subspace stability of this ship. If we force the transmission, we may be transported to a very bad area or simply become drifting objects in the subspace."

However, Abaddon's decisive decision did not change anything. As the breath that made Abaddon feel his hair stand on end continued to spread, he found that the transmission devices of him and his Terminator troops were disturbed to a considerable extent. There were golden lines spreading on the wall of the battleship, outlining the emblem of a legion, an emblem of a legion that theoretically... should not be too opposed to himself.

"???"

Not only Abaddon, but also his Terminators were silent for a few tenths of a second when they saw the appearance of this emblem - burning out the oldest eagle emblem of the Third Legion with golden flames, even the veterans of the Third Legion who liked performance art the most in the Eye of Terror would not do this, because doing this would not only not make them feel the slightest pleasure, but would make them fall into an extreme emptiness - Abaddon probably knew that kind of emptiness, after learning that his father was already a puppet, he experienced that feeling.

"Come out, you bastard, and face the Chaos Warmaster."

Knowing that he would not be able to retreat to a safe area in a short time, Abaddon gathered his mind and prepared to meet the upcoming challenge. He knew that this battle would be a tough one, so he had to...

"!!!!"

Then, Abaddon saw a touch of color, a color that should have nothing to do with the Third Legion, and the one wearing this color, who should not be here...

Leading several warriors he was very familiar with, but who should have died long ago... the purple phoenix.

——————————————Strange dividing line——————————————————————

"I did see him! Fulgrim! He's back! He's working for your false emperor!"

After Abaddon and his Terminators were defeated, but finally managed to lock the fleet coordinates of the Spirit of Vengeance and jump back, a Black Legion Terminator who fell into an Ultramarines ship in a disabled state due to a transmission error in the subspace turbulence yelled out these words during the interrogation.

9. The Weeper - The Wanderer

Gibrussa Planetary System.

This is a medium-sized planetary system composed of four planets of different sizes, which was recently discovered by the Empire's expedition team. It is located in the East End Star Region, an area that the Empire has not invested too much resources in exploring before. After confirming that the planet numbered two in this planetary system actually has an atmosphere with normal composition ratios, not prosperous but at least some vegetation, and some small animals. The expedition leader realized that he had discovered an extremely valuable planet.

After being ecstatic, he immediately sent everything about this galaxy to the relevant departments of the empire for them to record, and then led his expedition team to descend to the planet of Gibursa II to start pioneering work. The expedition leader was sure that it would only take 30 years for him and his team to build a suitable colony on this resource-rich and habitable planet - and this colony would also become the first step for him to become a planetary governor.

Then, when they were halfway through the construction, an alien fleet came to this planetary system, and also expressed a considerable degree of interest in Gibursa II...

Although these aliens who called themselves "Titanium" were different from other aliens known to the expedition leader, they did not launch an attack immediately after discovering the explorers' camps, but sent diplomats to "friendly" and conduct diplomatic "communications" with the expedition team. However, the demands made by these aliens made the expedition leader extremely angry - if he didn't want to die, he had to either give up this planet or succumb to the heresy of the alien race? If I were a coward, I wouldn't lead the expedition team to explore the edge of the unknown world again and again!