Unholy creatures stood in the muddy swamp.
Stretching to the end of the sky.
Shrouded in yellow mist, looming.
Occasionally one could see piles of debris piled up like mountains, all covered with green, slimy moss.
Countless worlds covered in death and plague constitute such a vast realm.
The maggots gnaw at everything in the real universe, transforming it into deformed debris.
All within Nurgle's realm is a dark vision of the desecration of life.
All glory is gone, all hope is shattered.
Even time loses its original value and function in such a field.
Countless pains and wails echoed in every corner of this muddy world.
In human ears, those voices speak of despair and pain that can never be relieved.
Of course, in the ears of those Nurgle believers, those voices were full of joy, praising the great father who gave them eternal life.
The sky, which had always been dark and never changed, was divided into two halves.
On one side was a dark sky filled with yellow mist.
On the other side is the sky with divine light.
The two represent different wills and different camps.
Nurgle calls his enemies the evil Corpse-worshipers.
The Empire calls its enemies the minions of the Plague God.
Unholy voices praising the Lord of Corruption echoed in the air, countering the religious hymns sung by the choir priests.
Faith brings the power to fight against evil gods.
The chosen priests were all very pious. They even went so far as to stamp their thoughts multiple times to ensure that they would not even have any thoughts of betrayal.
They devote their whole being to the divine light, the all-knowing and all-mighty Emperor of the Empire.
Their devout faith, coupled with the blessing of the lighthouse device, makes their power of faith exceptionally strong.
Even within Nurgle's realm, they can fight against the strange whispers and evil spirits.
The scale of the God-killing Expedition was extremely large.
The number of troops mobilized is incalculable.
In addition, there are also Heroic Warriors who have just completed their training and were armed not long ago.
Guilliman had chosen them carefully.
Now it's time to show the results of their training.
Vulkan's methods were extremely brutal.
He led the Einherjar and the Imperial Army in a direct assault on Nurgle's realm, aiming directly at its core.
The Empire seized the bridgehead at an extremely fast speed and used it to continue to advance deeper into Nurgle's Chaos realm.
The flames of war spread in a very short time.
The army was divided into several groups, each attacking from different directions.
This forced many plague demons to appear on the scene, turn the tide, stop the human advance and prevent the situation from further deteriorating.
If the situation deteriorates further, it is very likely that other evil gods will see an opportunity to take advantage of it.
They will also attack Nurgle's realm from different directions.
Attacking from all sides is a sign of impending destruction.
... ...
The Chaos Gods briefly reached an agreement to withdraw their troops from the Eternal Battlefield and work together to destroy the Human Empire first.
However, before the emperor left, he used all his strength to strike and shattered this plan.
In addition, Guilliman swept across the world, Abaddon and many demon primarchs were defeated, and they completely lost the means to interfere with the real universe.
If you want to interfere with the real universe again, you must either destroy the barrier between reality and illusion, or re-establish a spokesperson.
However, before they could make a decision, Guilliman reversed humanity's long-standing disadvantage and directly challenged Nurgle, one of the Chaos Gods.
The situation suddenly became a little subtle.
The other evil gods will have to consider whether to continue to abide by the alliance treaty or stab in the back.
It is impossible for an evil god who has reached the multiverse to control only one universe.
The influence of the Chaos God is very extensive.
If you are a little weaker, you may just know their names.
These names usually appear in myths, novels, movies, etc.
There is no way to control this type of weak influence.
Unless these universes are as crazy as the Eldar, allowing those names to germinate like seeds, grow, and eventually attract attention.
The stronger ones have their own spokespersons.
The spokespeople will do their best to publicize their names, causing more lives to sink into desire, establish religions or various organizations, and ultimately drag the entire universe into the abyss.
Alliances and backstabbing depend only on the size of the interests.
The conflicts among the four gods are much greater than those with humans.
They were able to join forces purely because humans were in the way.
The struggle on the Eternal Battlefield has been going on for who knows how many years.
For the portal that can connect the heavens and the universe, the four gods fought back and forth, but the winner was never determined.
When the universe is destroyed and the portals disappear, they may become quiet for a while.
But when the universe is reborn again and the wheel of fate turns, those powerful civilizations will rebuild the road again and construct that mysterious portal that can connect the heavens and the universe. Then they will appear again, defeat the emperor according to the routine that has been repeated countless times, and then fall into melee again.
Often I don’t even know how many reincarnations I have gone through.
But no evil god has ever truly won.
According to the previous story line, Guilliman would not become the Emperor of the Empire, and the Emperor would not choose to end his life, but would become the God-Emperor step by step.
The loyal primarchs will return one by one after being lost for ten thousand years, and follow the Emperor to declare war on the gods again.
That war would not only affect the galaxy, but would also create a huge rift across the entire universe, bringing an end to everything.
Wait until the last planet is swallowed.
The universe will begin its cycle again.
Except for the multiverse-level, omniscient and omnipotent existence, all living beings will reincarnate, perish with the destruction of the universe, and enter a new round of evolution.
The gods have existed for far longer than most people imagine.
Maybe even the demons don't understand those evil gods.
Whether to betray one's allies depends entirely on interests.
They have witnessed too many cycles of the universe. To them, the entire universe is a game.
In some cases, it is inappropriate to describe evil gods as evil.
A man has been trapped in a certain day. After killing someone, he just needs to sleep, time is reset, and that person reappears.
Would that person feel guilty for committing murder
Anyway, everything will be back to normal the next day.
The same is true for the Chaos Gods.
No matter how many terrible things they have committed to the universe, when the universe resets its cycle and evolves, those creatures will appear again.
How could they care about those lives
This time the story changed in the eyes of the gods.
It can even be described as the universe evolving and being exposed to nuclear radiation, causing it to drastically mutate and become completely different from what it was before.
The cause and effect of this universe is like a big net. Once any point is touched, it will cause a chain reaction like a butterfly flapping its wings.
The battle for the Eternal Battlefield will most likely be decided in this life.
Whoever can seize the portal may completely change the evolution of the universe.
In other words, there won't be another chance.
Backstabbing Nurgle and letting the humans drive out their competitors is definitely a good choice for the other three.
... ... ...
As a multi-level evil god, Nurgle's true power is unimaginable.
But in this universe, Nurgle's power is just a colony, not an overall force.
It doesn't look very powerful.
At least not to the extent of easily crushing the imperial invaders.
No matter how powerful the British Empire was, it still suffered at the hands of the natives.
The battle between the Empire and Nurgle's Plague Legions was fierce.
Many battlefields were even piled with corpses.
After completing the landing battle, Loken received new orders to cooperate with the Grey Knights and the Elves to capture a giant foundry that blocked the Empire's advance.
The foundry was a base point that created an unimaginable wall.
There is no end to the city wall.
The walls were covered with rusted spikes and towers of rotting flesh.
Strange lights shone through the holes in the city wall, like cannons.
Humanity's warships were wiped out, and even a time-reversal device was of no use.
Time in the Warp is chaotic.
It's meaningless.
When a battleship is destroyed, no matter what technology it was carrying, it is destroyed.
To erase it from the image is to destroy it in the true sense.
Don't use any rational and dialectical thinking to think about the things and strange phenomena in the evil god's realm.
The subspace is idealistic.
It follows another set of rules.
There is no need to follow the rules of the real universe.
Those horrible decaying creatures have bodies as big as stars.
They entrench themselves on the city walls, using their terrible strength to block the advance of the Corpse Worshipers.
The wall must be destroyed if the human empire is to move forward.
A head-on attack on a wall like that would surely result in heavy casualties for the fleet.
The best way is to act according to the rules of the subspace and destroy the image of things.
Reality and illusion coexist in the universe, just like the Yin-Yang Pisces diagram in ancient East.
The real and the unreal are equal; there will never be a situation where one is stronger than the other.
Symbols hold power in the Warp.
It follows an abstract order.
Thinking affects reality, and symbolization becomes a fortress.
Fight symbol with symbol, destroy its foundations, and the wall will collapse on itself.
With the help of teleportation, the Moon Wolves approached the foundry ten kilometers away.
This is the limit of what the teleportation priests can do.
The transporter was disturbed by the warp energy emanating from the city walls.
Being able to shrink it to within ten kilometers is already a display of superb skills.
What awaits them are countless demons.
They roared and rushed over, trying to defeat the humans.
"Go forward and kill those monsters." Loken roared loudly.
The battle armor transmitted his voice through the communication module, echoing in the ears of every Moon Wolf.
The earth is boiling and the sky is screaming.
The battlefield was filled with angry roars.
The warriors of the Luna Wolves roared in anger.
Like a spear it pierces the heart of the enemy.
The mortals opened fire from the artillery positions several kilometers away, accurately bombarding the demons in front of Locke and others, weakening the enemy's strength and allowing them to dig out the enemy's heart more quickly.
The speeder boat flew at high speed, and its artillery fired at the plague drones that were covered in flesh and blood and emitted a foul smell.
The coordination between the various units was perfect.
I have to give some praise to the fanatics of the Mechanicus.
It is their efforts that keep the communication channel stable.
Efficient communication and complete information allow commanders to integrate all troops into a whole and drive them like a united force.
If the Battle of Terra had had such communication capabilities, Horus would have had to show a look of despair to the defenders of the Imperial Palace.
Torgaddon was not far to his left, leading his battle team to hack and slash at the demons.
They were very fast, leaving a trail of corpses behind in the crazy wave of demons.
Of course, some fighting brothers were swallowed up by the demonic waves, and once again faced their own destruction amid cries of grief and anger.
Locke was not sad, but continued to charge forward with high morale.
He knew that the Holy Emperor would definitely bring back those brave warriors.
Soon, they fought their way out.
The scale of that foundry was beyond imagination.
The huge chimneys rise into the sky like mountains.
The continuous factory buildings are like a mountain range with broad shoulders.
Loken slashed the demons that blocked his way and walked towards the arched gate made of a fusion of steel, rotten flesh and tartar-like rock.
The gate is more than 20 kilometers wide and high.
Even warriors who have been upgraded by the Primaris seem very small in the face of such a behemoth.
The door, covered in flesh and rusty steel, stood open.
Endless hordes of Nurgle demons ran out, wielding rusty weapons and bone spikes.
"Make those guys pay the price." Torgaddon's voice echoed in the communication.
The other warriors responded with the same roar.
A beam of light lit up beside them.
The ship locked onto their coordinates and began sending reinforcements to ensure that Loken and his men could reach the interior of the foundry.
The Grey Knights' legendary mentor, Cardo Diego, stepped out from the teleportation beam.
With him were Grey Knights armed with halberds and in grey power armour.
They are good at fighting demons.
The addition of the Grey Knights greatly reduced the pressure on the Moon Wolves, and they began to advance into the foundry.
Locke glanced at Cardo Diego.
If my guess is correct, the Grey Knights should be composed of those eight Knights-Ranger.
This is the so-called Project Titan.
Horus betrayed the Webway, the project failed, and the Emperor and Malcador were forced to activate a backup plan.
Project Titan is precisely part of the alternative plan.
Humanity must have an army that can fight against demons.
Otherwise the galaxy will fall, becoming a seething ocean of tortured souls.
The hellscape created by the non-physical realm will be played out in every human world.
Every planet will be shrouded in the shadow of terror, and humanity will be enslaved.
All the achievements of civilization will be soaked in blood or plague.
The Empire's double-headed eagle banner would also be replaced by a tattered banner made of human skin.
The only reason the surviving humans are alive is to provide raw materials and become food for those immortal devils.
This universe will become a complete wasteland.
In order to prevent that doomsday, the Emperor and Malcador promoted the Titan Project.
The nine chosen Knights-Errant became the eight mentors of the Grey Knights Order.
Loken was also one of the chosen ones, and he withdrew.
Therefore, among the nine Knights-Errant of the Titan Project, there are only eight mentors.
Looking at the Grey Knights slaughtering demons like chickens, Loken nodded.
As planned, they became the sword of mankind against the devil.
"For our lost dreams of the past." Locke shouted a new battle cry, "Forward, into the interior of the factory."
Loken swung his sword and fired at the same time.
Every targeted bomb will hit the enemy accurately.
With a hit rate of 108% achieved by using time and fate, not even the devil can escape.
The demons waved their limbs and claws, driven by endless hunger, launching attacks in wave after wave.
Loken used all his skills to chop into pieces all the enemies that blocked his way.
They went deeper into the foundry, and what looked like steel squirmed like rotting organs.
Green poisonous gas spurted out of the pipe, occasionally with some disgusting pus.
The foundry was given another form of life.
It is forged from rotting flesh and rusted steel.
The filth of the Warp seeps into every corner.
At the entrance to the passage, teeth covered in yellow rock and a tongue covered in pus can be seen.
A morbid sound came from deep within the pipe, like a distorted, strange piece of music, or as if someone was whispering, trying to tell something.
"I always feel like someone is talking in my ear." said Torgaddon.
"Turn on your filters and don't listen to these voices." Cardo Diego opened the communication with the Moon Wolves, "Their words are blasphemy, filthy poison."
Locke felt the floor beneath his steel boots, breathing like his lungs.
When I lifted my foot, the sticky liquid stretched into threads.
Every time they advanced a certain distance, Locke would have his men install annihilation bombs that could wipe out everything.
This bomb is extremely dangerous.
Once affected by the power of the explosion, even the soul will be wiped out, losing the chance to return.
Every installation requires extreme caution and keeping a sufficient distance before detonating.
Every explosion of the annihilation bomb made the foundry tremble.
The wailing sound came out from the huge pipe, as if it had suffered some unimaginable harm.
Locke and his companions killed demons along the way, blew up various parts of the foundry, and wiped out all those disgusting things.
If you look from the outside, you can easily see that the foundry has become riddled with holes under the Empire's attack.
There were gaps in some places. Not only did the entity disappear, but even the existence of its subspace disappeared.
It's like it was erased with an eraser.
The annihilation bomb destroyed everything completely.
Leaving a gap in both reality and the subspace.
There is no chaos, no entity, only emptiness.
The wailing sounds from the foundry became more and more shrill, and the fighting spirit of Locke and others became higher and higher. Their attacks were effective.
In order to destroy the foundry more efficiently, Locke and Cardo Diego reached a consensus to split their forces into different channels to speed up the destruction of its nodes and completely destroy the foundry.
Locke led an elite team deeper and deeper, and finally entered a dark room with a strong stench.
He had the rare opportunity to encounter a squad of Death Guard.
The Lion's campaign against the Eye of Terror left those traitors with no way to escape, and many warbands perished.
Loken also thought that the Death Guard was gone.
Who would have thought that I would meet him here.
After knocking down several Death Guard warriors, a tall figure walked out of the darkness.
"The Luna Wolf's emblem? You should all be dead. Guilliman must have done something to bring you back again."
Locke frowned slightly and stared at the figure in the mist.
Being able to recognize the emblem and shout out the Luna Wolf, he must be an acquaintance from the Great Crusade.
The figure walked out of the mist, revealing his entire face.
The bloated body was covered in a moldy, pus-oozing power armor.
Disgusting rotting flesh oozes out from the corroded cracks.
There was a sharp horn on his head and he was not wearing a helmet.
The bloated, rotten face was clearly visible.
Locke searched his memory and finally overlapped the monster in front of him with the image of someone in the past.
He asked tentatively.
"Are you Typhons?"
"Looks like he's an acquaintance."
The person who came was Typhons.
When the Five Hundred Worlds were besieged, he said a few words to Mortarion who was determined to fight Chagatai to the death.
As a result, Mortarion chopped off his head with a scythe.
The soul was also imprisoned by the other party and locked in a bottle.
Go with Mortarion's foster father to be punished.
But it just allowed him to survive.
Mortarion was defeated by Jaghatai and was imprisoned in a cage and brought back to Terra.
Typhons escaped the disaster, although he lost his flesh and blood.
But with the gift of his father, he was able to rebuild his body in the Garden of Nurgle and even gained some enhancements.
"Tell me your name, Moon Wolf, and perhaps I will show you some mercy because we are acquaintances." Typhon said, looking at the Moon Wolves in front of him.
They were all wearing helmets, so Typhus naturally couldn't recognize them.
One can only recognize them from their emblem as the Moon Wolves from ten thousand years ago.
"You don't need to know." Locke swung the sword in his hand, shaking off the rotten flesh and foul blood on it.
He also placed his bolter on the maglock at his waist and drew his other sword and activated it.
"What's the point of following that idiot Guilliman?" Typhus used a huge sickle just like Mortarion. With his huge and bulky body, he felt extremely oppressive when holding the sickle.
“Only the Great and Merciful Father can grant you the transcendence and future you desire.”
Locke used the other party's tone and said sarcastically: "Why don't you return to the Empire? Only the great Holy Emperor can give you the transcendence and future you want."
This made Typhons look angry. "You will soon learn the price of refusal, fool. No one can challenge the Threefold Way."
"I always thought that Terra was lacking something," Loken said mockingly. "Now I finally know. It was you, Typhons. Your scream must be very beautiful. I can apply to the Holy Emperor to let you stay next to Mortarion. This is a treatment only for acquaintances. Just think about it. You spent so much time and energy trying to enter the solar system and Terra. Now, as long as you get into the cage, you can get what you want."
"What a disgusting fool! Since you refuse the mercy of your father, then go to hell." Typhus ran over, waving a scythe contaminated with countless plagues from the Crucible of Nurgle. Just a small wound would be enough to kill a powerful warrior instantly.
"I hope you have the strength." Loken rushed forward, waving his two swords covered with deadly arcs of electricity.