The entire territory fell into chaos. Battle cries echoed everywhere. Amid the flas of war, many magnificent crystal structures collapsed and were crushed.
With the intervention of the gods, the sky above the battlefield turned into a canvas sared with uncontrollable ink. Tzeentch's indigo, Khorne's blood-like red, Nurgle's corrupt green, and Slaanesh's vivid purple—the four colors symbolizing different divine powers no longer acted independently. They mixed together like oil paints poured into the sa mixer, becoming indistinguishable.
This was the first ti since the Great Rebellion that the four Chaos Gods had cooperated. Their sole purpose was to fight the Naless Ones and the Emperor and prevent the Realm of Change from collapsing. Of course, they kept their distance from one another, fearing a surprise attack if they let their guard down.
The fla-wreathed cursed warriors remained silent as they rcilessly unleashed the Emperor's wrath upon the legions of the Four Gods.
The fighting between both sides was extrely fierce. Countless lives were lost and turned to ash. Yet even more warriors and daemons were thrown into the fray.
As the slaughter continued, the aura emanating from Doom grew increasingly terrifying. Wherever they went, severed limbs and corpses were left behind in grueso scenes. When he penetrated deep into the enemy formation and was surrounded on all sides, his super shotgun had already been put away. At this mont, he held the crimson Judgent blade in one hand and a round shield in the other. Like a tireless killing machine, he harvested every daemon in sight.
The ever-changing greater daemon, the liar Sarokos, plotted to stop the Doom Slayer. Sarokos possessed a pair of magical blue wings. In one hand he held a staff, in the other a spellbook made from the leather of an unknown creature.
Sarokos unleashed ancient magic against the End Tis warrior, summoning flas, ice, and other elents in an attempt to kill the powerful warrior. However, all attacks were either blocked by Doom's round shield or dodged.
After a fierce battle, Doom found an opening. He leaped into the air and thrust his Judgent sword violently into Sarokos's body as the daemon flew overhead. The ever-changing greater daemon scread in pain and fell to the ground. The End Tis warrior landed and stepped onto the giant body of the ever-changing greater daemon. He raised the crimson blade and brought it down forcefully, severing the daemon's head.
This scene froze the other evil daemons to their marrow, filling their faces with terror. Rember—this was an extradinsional space. Daemons were not bound by the laws of the material world. Even under such conditions, that human had defeated an ever-changing greater daemon. Even a legendary hero like Calgar could not have done it.
"What kind of monster are you? Why do I feel endless rage and the despair of countless daemons emanating from you?!"
The one speaking was another shapeshifting daemon, Amon Chakai. He was the oldest, most cunning, and most inconspicuous among all greater daemons. He was also the Thousand-Faced Daemon King, whose abilities were closest to Tzeentch himself. In his right hand he gripped a staff whose shaft was engraved with 999,999,999 unsolvable riddles.
The End Tis warrior gave no answer. He silently swung his sword at the opponent. Amon Chakai took a step back, spread his wings, and dodged the attack. He floated in the air and unleashed nine ancient spells—fla, ice, curses, etc. The warrior blocked or evaded them with a shield engraved with ancient runes carrying the death and despair of countless daemons. Even Amon Chakai's ancient sorcery could not break through.
Seeing his attacks repeatedly thwarted, Amon Chakai grew increasingly frustrated. The mont a gap appeared, the End Tis warrior seized the opportunity and swung his sword at the wing. The blue wing was severed on the spot. Amon Chakai scread in pain. Realizing he could not defeat this human, he imdiately chose to tear open space and escape.
Instead of pursuing, the Doom Slayer turned and ran toward the area where daemons were most densely packed, continuing the slaughter.
Doom's performance drew the attention of the gods.
The main victim, Tzeentch, felt both shock and rage. Even the being who held the powers of fate and change could not see this human's past or future.
Damn it, why are there more and more beings whose fate lines are unclear?
anwhile, the one who favored the grotesque was attracted to the grotesque. Seated on the Skull Throne, he stared intently at the figure in dark green armor. Watching him slaughter daemons as easily as cutting vegetables—greater daemons, secret keepers, great unclean ones, blood-hungry ones, and other greater daemons falling one after another… he even considered bestowing a blessing.
Such a powerful individual should join our side.
Damn those cursed ones—why do they have such excellent warriors?
Nurgle held a completely different view. He hated destruction. The daemons this side killed never returned. He hated the feeling of destruction. Everything should be eternal within the triple cycle.
Like Nurgle, Slaanesh also disliked Doom. He felt neither excitent nor joy toward others born from slaughter and destruction. It was as if the other side was destroying for the sake of destruction itself.
As the fighting on the battlefield intensified, the ever-changing world trembled once again. The spaceti portal connecting to Derium caused terrifying shocks that affected the Realm of Change.
And all of this was Imura's doing.
Realizing he could not stop the Aurora device or sever the connection between realspace and the Realm of Change, he targeted the giant obelisks, attempting to reverse or destroy them. This thod was ti-consuming but effective. After reversing the orientation of several giant obelisks, the warp rifts beca unstable and began showing signs of collapse.
Titus imdiately understood Imura's intention. To protect the warp rifts, he promptly led an elite force from the 2nd Company to encircle and attack Imura.
Just as Imura and his subordinates were about to destroy the giant obelisks, Titus and his comrades arrived and engaged the enemy in fierce combat.
After a brutal battle, Imura tried to flee again, but Titus gave him no chance. Titus charged forward, leaped, grabbed the edge of the magical disc, and forcefully slamd the sorcerer to the ground. Then he thrust his powerful sword through the sorcerer's chest.
The Thousand Sons sorcerer scread in pain and coughed up blood repeatedly. Titus pulled out the sword, brought it down on the man's head, and took the life of this master of conspiracy.
Although the kill succeeded, the impact on the opponent was irreversible. The successfully twisted obelisks resonated and released an anti-warp force field. The warp rifts across the world were constantly being drained, and catastrophic collapse could occur at any mont.
The Chaos Gods, who saw a glimr of hope for ending the war, sent armies into realspace to neutralize the remaining obelisks.
Datch checked the remaining ti on the Doom summon. Only a few hours left. It was ti to withdraw.
The power of the Human Imperium was insufficient to establish a stable outpost in warp space. Even if they broke into the ever-changing realm, it would be aningless. Once they left, the warp's mysterious nature would restore everything to its original state. Therefore, there was no point in continuing the fight here.
Before departing, Datch planned to deliver one final shock to the Four Gods like a fourth calamity.
After slaying more daemons, Datch flew into the sky with the Aurora Sword in hand. Ignoring the consumption of stamina and points, he unleashed the true power of the Emperor Warrior's ultimate form. A powerful torrent of light erupted. In an instant he beca an unbearable sun, causing countless daemons to scream.
"Listen well, pitiful destroyers. I am the Naless One, the embodint of humanity's absolute will, the wielder of supre authority."
"This is only the beginning. Warp space and the material world should complent each other, yet you have used the suffering of countless beings to build an immortal throne and turned this place into chaos."
"Today is not the end of your lives, but humanity will hold you accountable for all your sins."
"Soday you will be judged. Rember this well."
After speaking, Datch released the power of light residing within the Emperor Warrior and imdiately ordered a retreat from the ever-changing realm.
Doom did not leave. He resolutely headed toward the Crystal Labyrinth where Tzeentch resided, slaughtering daemons along the way. Datch ignored it. With only a few hours left on the summon tir, summoning him again would be aningless. He simply allowed the other side to slaughter to his heart's content in the "ever-changing realm."
After Datch and his group withdrew from the battlefield, the warp portals collapsed. The Doom Slayer was left behind in the Realm of Change, continuing his slaughter.
When the rifts closed, Datch deactivated the Emperor form and returned to his cursed warrior appearance.
At that mont, a mission prompt appeared before Datch.
Mission Completed! Congratulations on thwarting the conspiracy of the Thousand Sons sorcerer Imura!
[Quest Rewards: 1500 EXP, 1500 Points, Reputation 200, Power Stone ×1]
As Datch pondered, a purple Power Stone appeared in his hand. After examining it for a while, he took out an Infinity Gauntlet made of unknown tal.
He pressed the Power Stone into one of the six grooves on the back of the glove. With a click, the energy patterns on the back of the glove began to glow faintly. Datch clenched his fist and felt the power contained within.
Looking around, he spotted a giant cannon turret destroyed by daemons. Datch walked over, found a suitable spot to apply force, crouched down, and used the power of the Infinity Gauntlet. The wreckage of the cannon turret, weighing dozens of tons, was easily lifted without any assistance.
A nearby tech-priest performing assessnt took a step back in binary surprise, his voice a mix of chanicus canticles.
Is this a human? He can lift a cannon with his bare hands!
Wearing the Infinity Gauntlet enhanced by the Power Stone, Datch's strength had reached an unimaginable level. However, using the Infinity Gauntlet rapidly drained his stamina. He felt exhausted after only a short ti.
"Becoming weak is easy."
Datch muttered to himself for a while, then put away the Infinity Gauntlet.
...
In the ever-changing realm, seeing that the warrior of destruction had not left, the Four Chaos Gods ordered their daemon subordinates to attack and capture him. However, the Doom Slayer's power far exceeded their imagination. No matter who was sent to the battlefield, they would ultimately be cut down by the enemy's sword.
As the enemy drew closer and closer to the Crystal Labyrinth, Tzeentch began considering whether to flee. That man was terrifying. Even in direct confrontation, he could not guarantee victory.
But just as Doom reached the gates of the labyrinth, the summoning ti arrived. Under the watchful eyes of the gods and sorcerous daemons, the warrior of destruction vanished into a beam of light.
"Where did that man go?" Tzeentch searched in doubt but found no trace.
Nurgle and Slaanesh breathed sighs of relief. The monster had finally disappeared. Khorne felt a little regretful. Such an excellent warrior should have been his to use.
When the war ended, Khorne, Nurgle, and Slaanesh each ordered their legions to retreat. Now was the perfect opportunity to betray Tzeentch, but if the three of them joined forces, they could quickly defeat him to the point where he would question his own existence.
However, through this war they had realized the power of the Naless Ones and the cursed ones. If internal conflict continued, next ti it would be absolutely impossible to stop the Naless Ones and the cursed ones.
Witnessing the desolation and complete transformation of the ever-changing realm, Tzeentch could not hold back his tears.
They quickly rescued Imura—who had been killed by Titus—from the depths of the warp abyss. They bound him to a stake, slowly roasted him over low heat, and let his screams echo throughout the entire warp.
...
Nurous Imperial warships floated in the void orbit above planet Derium. After the battle ended, transport ships evacuated ground troops one after another and prepared for the next battlefield.
Calgar remained in the warship's study. The many items placed here symbolized the glories he had achieved in the past. Now he would receive new glory—glory even more brilliant than all previous glories, destined to be rembered across the galaxy.
At that mont, Calgar stood before the observation window with his back to the study's only entrance. Outside the window stretched the night view of Derium's orbit. Countless spacecraft moved back and forth, bright flas spraying from their tails.
Steady footsteps ca from the doorway, accompanied by the low-frequency hum characteristic of power armor joints.
A laurel-wreathed guard entered. "My lord, the chronicler has arrived."
Calgar did not turn around. "Let him in."
After the Honour Guards withdrew, a man with a sowhat pale face entered the study. His na was Fabian, a scholar of the Rationalist Historical Society. Fabian wore neat robes with a double-headed eagle tattoo on his chest.
Fabian placed his right hand on his chest and bowed to Calgar.
"Lord Calgar. You summoned ."
Calgar turned from the observation window and looked at the other man.
"I wish to speak about historical records."
Fabian looked wary. "Lord Calgar, the Primarch has clearly ordered that historians must record events as they truly happened, without changing a single word, deleting a single sentence, or concealing a single incident."
"If you demand the alteration of records… I can only report it to the Primarch as ordered."
"Don't worry, I won't do that," Calgar said. "I called you here to discuss the specific details of this war."
Hearing this, Fabian imdiately powered on his data-slate, took out a mory pen, and prepared to record Calgar's words.
Calgar turned away from Fabian and began recounting the details of the Battle of Derium.
"This battle holds extrely important significance."
"The Naless One, leading the Emperor's cursed legions, launched the first proactive invasion into the Realm of Change. This move signifies that the Human Imperium has shifted its strategic posture from 'passive defense' to 'active punishnt' against the Chaos Gods."
Fabian kept his head lowered, moving his pen at a steady pace.
"I, Marneus Calgar, led the Honor Guard, seized the opportunity, charged across the blazing battlefield, and reached the center of the ever-changing realm."
Fabian's hand paused slightly.
"Under the watchful eyes of the Chaos Gods and countless terrifying monsters…"
Calgar's lips curved slightly, his voice filled with excitent.
"I planted the Imperium's double-headed eagle banner on the crystal ruins in the domain of a Chaos God."
"This achievent was never accomplished by any being before the original, nor even by the Emperor himself. Only I, Marneus Calgar, and my honor guard accomplished this feat."
An eerie silence fell over the study.
Fabian looked up, staring at Calgar in astonishnt.
"…My lord."
"Um."
"Isn't this way of writing a bit too exaggerated?" Fabian said hesitantly.
"Fabian," Calgar said sarcastically, "you yourself said that historians must record events as they truly happened, without changing a single word."
"This event was witnessed by nurous honorable guards. It cannot be falsified. It should be recorded that Marneus Calgar led his army into the ever-changing realm, raised the battle standard, and demonstrated the might of the Imperium."
Fabian: ...
At this stage, he had also learned what "historians must record events as they truly happened, without changing a single word" ant.
Previously he had written sothing slightly unpleasant, describing a ferocious expression as if wanting to devour soone. Despite the criticism, Fabian wrote this historical record based on Calgar's description.
After taking notes, Fabian stood up and asked Calgar, "I would like to speak with the mbers of the honor guard. Historical records must be verified from multiple sources."
"Go ahead and talk to whoever you want. I have given special permission," Calgar said, waving his hand.
Fabian was even more speechless.
Scenes of repeated rejections resurfaced in his mind. This man has such a terrible double standard!
...…
The Battle of Derium had ended.
Titus, having earned the approval of many comrades in the 2nd Company, once again beca a full mber of the Ultramarines. However, before he could find ti to reunite with his brothers, he received a new mission from Calgar and had to temporarily leave the 2nd Company to carry out a secret mission.
Titus said nothing. He bid farewell to the others and followed Chaplain Landros toward the new mission.
Seeing that the war was over and there were no more missions, Datch opened the mini-map to check other areas. A golden question mark indicating a story mission had appeared at the edge of the Nephilim Anomaly Zone.
"What are those space zombies plotting now?"
"I'll go take a look and see if there's any work I can do."
Datch took out his teleport gun, set the coordinates, and teleported directly there.
...
The entire nest was engulfed in flas. The sky was covered by thick dark clouds.
Salamanders Chapter's Sakan erged from the wreckage of a burning Thunderhawk. All his teammates had died in the failed airborne operation. He was the sole survivor.
Sakan opened the dical kit of the Thunderhawk gunship, took out the gene-seed extraction gun, and attempted to retrieve the gene-seeds from his fallen comrades.
Just as he was about to do so, footsteps sounded.
Sakan turned and saw a Krieg soldier.
"Soldier, you have shown great courage, but I do not need your help."
"Before I leave, there are still so things I must do. You should leave quickly and find a place to hide."
After speaking, Sakan turned around and prepared to continue his work.
However, the Krieg soldier did not leave. He staggered toward him, then lunged.
Sakan turned, grabbed the man's throat, and knocked off the gas mask, revealing a face covered in burn scars.
"A traitor?" Sakan frowned. With a slight twist, he broke the man's neck and executed him.
But even more Krieg soldiers appeared, walking toward him like the undead.
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