Khorne: Tzeentch, We Will Fight Until One of Us Dies

"Perhaps, this is God."

The Dark Throne and the Golden Throne serve the same function.

In some respects, the Dark Throne more complete and more powerful.

Because the Dark Throne was developed and improved upon the Golden Throne.

It not only contains the wisdom of Emperor,

There's also the legacy of the Aeldari Empire inherited by the Dark Eldar.

It allows users to more easily control that enormous Warp energy, possess a higher-dimensional perspective, and be infinitely close to God.

The moment Qin Yun sat on the Dark Throne, he gained the spiritual vision to see the entire universe.

He saw every star in the Milky Way, and their past and future.

It's a very strange feeling.

Everything is under my control, like a model in my palm.

Qin Yun had a misconception that he could dissect everything and observe the underlying principles of its operation.

Qin Yun turned his gaze beyond Commorragh, like a child happily playing with a new toy.

He saw Guilliman about to arrive in Fenris.

The Primarch is currently in his office on the Macragge's Honour, handling busy administrative matters.

Develop a reasonable policy for those reconquered worlds to ensure their smooth integration into the reforming Imperium.

Primarch has their own abilities, but Guilliman excels at multi-front warfare and handling political affairs.

He can simultaneously handle a thousand government affairs matters while also simulating the battlefield situation.

Even Qin Yun would give this ability a thumbs up.

It's definitely a cow-horse Primarch!

Guilliman felt the gaze and stopped.

Looking around, I found nothing.

A brief look of confusion crossed his face.

He then stood up, walked to the side, drew the Emperor's Sword, and assumed a guarded stance.

"Come out!! Whoever you are?"

"I will not yield to you; humanity will surely prevail."

Guilliman shouted into the air.

Qin Yun did not respond to him.

I just thought it was fun to tease him like that.

Guilliman's knowledge of Warp was not extensive.

He was unaware that he was Aegis by the power of the Emperor and the faith of humanity, and that the Chaos Gods could not see into his presence.

Even infiltrating his inner circle to steal intelligence,

It would be difficult to corrupt those around him and drag him into the Abyss.

After the Horus incident, the Emperor strengthened the protection of his loyal sons.

Nowadays, only the Emperor or Qin Yun can so easily overcome all obstacles to see him.

Ignoring Guilliman's call for the Librarians and the Aeldari Farseer,

Qin Yun turned his gaze elsewhere.

He saw the world of Fenris covered in snow.

The world remains scarred; the destruction caused by Magnus's invasion was immense.

Too many civilians have died or been injured in the world of Fenris.

The earth was also torn open with astonishing cracks.

After many battles, the wolf pack had few warriors left.

When Qin Yun's will attempted to penetrate deep into the Fang,

A giant, heavily wounded wolf came into his view.

That is Fenris's World Soul, the object of faith for Rune Priest.

Magnus's destruction of the Fenris world harmed it.

The giant wolf sensed the gaze and looked up.

It sensed no hostility and lay down again, licking its deep, bone-revealing wound.

Ignoring the giant wolf's presence, Qin Yun's gaze penetrated deep into the Fang, finding the many Dreadnought slumbering in its deepest recesses.

The oldest and most Dreadnought among them was Mr. Bjorn.

This guy has been alive since the 30k era.

Every hundred years, it is awakened by the wolf pack to tell the newly arrived wolf cubs the story of the 30K era.

When Qin Yun gazed at the Dreadnought that Bjorn was in,

Bjorn's soul subconsciously awoke from the dream.

In a daze, the old man saw a figure with pure white wings and wearing a weeping mask, staring at him.

It looks a lot like Sanguinius.

It's most likely a dream.

A thought crossed Bjorn's mind.

Because he arrived in Terra after the siege with the Wolf King.

At that time, Sanguinius was already dead.

The survivors buried them in coffins with Stasis Field.

Bjorn was able to see the deceased's face when he attended the funeral.

The body was torn to pieces; not a single piece of flesh could be found intact.

Qin Yun shifted his gaze from Fenris to other places.

Qin Yun swept through the worlds of loyal Chapter such as the Rock, Nocturne, and Medusa.

In the end, Qin Yun's gaze fell on Sorcerer's World.

Magnus used his magic to pull the planet out of the Eye of Terror and place it next to Prospero, which had been burned by the Space Wolves.

This guy is performing some kind of ritual, intending to create more Psyker so that he can build his own Imperium.

Magnus sensed Qin Yun's gaze.

He couldn't see Qin Yun's true appearance; he could only see a golden sun and a black sun overlapping each other.

He mobilized the energy of the Warp, forming a black mist that obscured Qin Yun's vision, preventing him from continuing to spy.

After the feeling of being watched disappeared, Magnus gripped his Scepter tightly, his expression revealing anger and jealousy.

"Is this your new favorite, Father?"

"Even when he travels through the Warp, you protect him at all times."

"You've never been this good to me before!!"

"You've never protected me like this before."

"If you had treated me with the same devotion back then, how could I have betrayed you?"

Qin Yun did not hear Magnus's inner thoughts.

Otherwise, I'll definitely have to learn from the Laughing God on the radio and burst into laughter.

After laughing, he pointed at Ogryn's nose and said, "You greedy Joker."

Qin Yun originally wanted to look at other places,

Suddenly, they were pulled back to Commorragh by a force.

At the same time, a mission screen appeared in his field of vision.

Mission: Recapture Commorragh

The Dark Eldar have fled; they no longer have the courage to return.

Commorragh has become a no-man's-land; all that is needed is to drive out those enemies to win this ancient Webway city.

Commorragh is extremely valuable, not only because of its extensive Webway of tunnels, but also because of the treasures abandoned by the Dark Eldar when they fled in panic.

The treasure vault contains not only enormous wealth, but also various technological artifacts from ancient times.

Once you conquer Commorragh, all this wealth and technological marvel will be yours.

Mission Requirements: Guide the power of the Dark Throne to establish a barrier and protect the Craftworld Aeldari in completing the rift repair work.

Reward: A legendary piece of equipment, Word of Darkness skill: Commandment (When the words of the law are spoken by you, they possess extraordinary power).

(The more people who endorse this law, the greater its power.)

Oh no, I got caught slacking off!!

The first thought that popped into Qin Yun's mind was this.

Damn the Emperor, he won't even let me slack off!!

While complaining, Qin Yun turned his attention back to the Commorragh battlefield.

Don't be fooled by the fact that his spiritual consciousness roamed the entire Milky Way.

But only a few breaths had passed in Commorragh.

Qin Yun controlled the power of the Dark Throne, built a barrier, and suppressed the power of the demons.

The golden light gradually intensified, restoring the laws of the Realspace and strengthening the Webway barrier.

The demons' power was constantly weakened, making it difficult for them to maintain their physical form, and they all collapsed.

Eldrad Ulthran and the Aeldari took the opportunity to begin repairing the rift.

"The Commorragh must not fall into the hands of the Cursed One."

"We must cooperate to stop the Cursed One."

Tzeentch was the first to order his demonic army to launch an attack on the Dark Throne.

The importance of the Commorragh is beyond doubt.

Once it falls into the hands of the Cursed One, human fleets can use it to quickly traverse the Milky Way.

The Chaos army's advantage was completely lost.

Khorne, Nurgle, and Slaanesh also put aside their grudges and temporarily cooperated, allowing their Greater Daemon to lead their followers toward the Dark Throne.

Players, the Adeptus Custodes, Astartes, the Astra Militarum, Aeldari, and other military forces also gathered to block the Chaos Demon Army's offensive and buy Qin Yun time.

The two sides engaged in fierce battles over the Dark Throne.

Little Fulgrim is also fighting.

He wore a set of Power Armour personally crafted by Xi Ling and adapted to his Primarch.

His tall stature, combined with the powerful and heavy armor, made him appear extremely imposing.

The Power Sword in his hand was covered with bright arcs of electricity, dazzling and brilliant.

His opponent is the Herald of Torment Zarakynel.

"A poor imitation."

Zarakynel mocked Little Fulgrim in a seductive tone.

This Greater Daemon is the embodiment of jealousy, sadism, and lust.

He is Slaanesh's perfect creation, and also the most terrifying killer.

Zarakynel has three arms: one hand grips the Daemon Sword, the second hand is a sharp claw, and the third hand is a pincer-like appendage.

It has strange, sharp horns and several thin, fleshy whiskers growing from the back of its head.

Each of her attacks was like a graceful, dancing sprite, beautiful yet deadly.

The slender Daemon Blade in his hand possessed extremely evil power.

Little Fulgrim did not respond, remaining silent and patiently parrying the opponent's attacks.

Why aren't you angry?

"You are just a copy, a pathetic wretch manufactured to replace the original."

Do you think the Corpse Emperor cares about you?

"No, he just sees you as a convenient tool."

"..."

Zarakynel kept whispering, trying to provoke little Foghri and provoke him into anger.

But Little Fulgrim remained unmoved throughout, even finding her somewhat ridiculous.

This kind of passive-aggressive behavior left the Keeper of Secrets Slaanesh feeling utterly powerless, like punching cotton.

He became somewhat enraged and launched an even more ferocious attack.

Throughout, Little Fulgrim remained calm and composed, patiently deflecting each of his opponent's deadly attacks.

On the other side of the battlefield,

The Khorne Daemon Prince — Angrath roared in fury.

The ones responsible for restraining this guy were Celestine and the players from the Hogwarts Oxen and Horsemen's Chapter.

The Old Thirteen, clad in heavy armor, was responsible for tanking damage from the front.

Angrath's battle axe fell relentlessly, each strike powerful and heavy, like a planet bombarding the earth.

Clang~

The sounds of weapons clashing rang out continuously.

A violent shockwave swept across the battlefield, whipping up smoke and flames.

The Old Thirteen was so shocked that his hands went numb, but he still gritted his teeth and held on desperately.

A group of psionic players used various methods to suppress the Khorne Daemon Prince and transfer their power to the Old Thirteen.

Celestine, wielding the Divine Blade, offered her support.

Once they seize an opportunity, they will strike with lightning speed.

Using this fighting style, they continuously created shocking wounds on Angrath's massive body.

Angrath was furious, but helpless, and could only roar incessantly to vent his emotions.

He desperately wanted to kill the Ogryn in front of him.

But the other party was like an unkillable cockroach.

Even if they are knocked down time and time again, they will still get back up.

Hiss!!

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh rang out in the air.

The scorching demon blood then gushed forth.

Angrath, however, paid no heed and slapped away Celestine, who had stabbed him.

Then, a savage charge sent the heavily armored Ogryn flying, and he raised his battle axe to behead this ant.

The next second, Fateweaver Kairos, who was being held back by the Adeptus Custodes and the Silent Sisterhood, waved his Scepter and created an incredibly sturdy psionic shield for the Old Thirteen.

Even the battle axe swung by Angrath, who could shatter stars, could only leave cracks on that Psychic Shield.

The Khorne Daemon Prince stared wide-eyed at the blocked battle axe.

When she looked up, her eyes were filled with anger and incomprehension as she looked at Kairos.

Shouldn't we join forces to fight the Cursed One now?

Why are you helping the henchmen of the Cursed One?

"My child, the eternal Lord of Change, the god of destiny and wisdom, Aegis you."

"Your ultimate destiny is to return to the Crystal Sanctuary and explore the eternal truths of the universe with us."

"You may not understand now, and you may think that pledging allegiance to the Corpse Emperor is the right thing to do, but as time goes by, you will realize that the Lord of Change is your true destiny."

"Abandon that despicable Corpse Emperor, and you will gain more."

Kairos ignored the furious Angrath and instead took the opportunity to brainwash the Old Thirteen.

Angrath: "..."

Khorne: "..."

Tzeentch: "(*^▽^*)"

Although I don't particularly like Kairos, this was handled beautifully.

Saving someone in a critical moment will definitely leave a lasting impression.

Even if you are rejected on the spot, it doesn't matter. As long as the impression remains, the other person will think of it from time to time.

In that time, we will be able to exert influence subtly.

At this moment, Celestine attacked again, her Sword of Saint piercing through the shocked Angrath from behind.

The Khorne Daemon Prince let out a piercing roar.

"Go back to your Warp."

Celestine's body erupted with intense light, and terrifying flames burned on the Khorne Daemon Prince.

"Go to hell."

The Old Thirteen also jumped up.

He gathered the psionic power of all the players in the Hogwarts Warband, quantified this power into a bright bolt of lightning, and unleashed it, striking Angrath's head.

The head of a Greater Daemon exploded, and his soul was banished back to the Brass Domain.

Khorne, seated on his Brass Throne, watched this scene unfold.

The angry face froze for a moment.

Then, the giant hand, bound by chains, slammed its fist on the armrest and let out a loud laugh.

The Warp was also engulfed in a series of terrifying storms.

Khorne laughed for a while before stopping.

His gaze toward the battlefield turned angry and cold.

You Tzeentch, daring to pull such a trick, you're so arrogant.

If I start beating you later, your life or death will be uncertain!

Enough said, all the Chaos allies are idiots.

Do it all, what's the point of cooperation?

The Khorne army, which had originally been attacking the Dark Throne, immediately changed direction and charged towards the Tzeentch army.

The massive brass chariot rolled over Fateweaver Kairos of Fate, who was locked in a fierce battle.

Kairos had just dodged the attacks of the Adeptus Custodes and the Silent Sisterhood and was preparing to unleash a psionic spell on these mortals.

The next second, it was hit by the brass chariot.

The sharp ram pierced his body instantly, pinning him to the front of the vehicle, and sent him hurtling across the battlefield, crashing into the roaring Orks.

A massive Ork Warlord, accompanied by Ork Boy, seized the opportunity to launch an attack.

They smashed the chariot and Kairos's head together.

When Tzeentch saw this, he also looked at Khorne.

The two sides exchanged only a glance before their demonic armies began to fight.

Both sides fought fiercely, and the battle was far more brutal than when they fought the Imperium.

The fragile cooperation thus came to an end.

On the other side of the battlefield,

The Great Unclean One, Kugath, swung his rusty sword, repeatedly slashing at the psychic-flame-burning Brother Captain Stern.

But the Brother Captain Stern was not afraid at all and fought back with the weapon in his hand.

Clang~

The sounds of clashing weapons rose and fell.

Kugath's power surpasses that of the Brother Captain Stern.

However, he was unable to defeat this demonic assassin in a short period of time.

At this moment, the Tyranids and Orks launched an attack on the Demons from the rear.

The battlefield, which had just begun to regain some order, descended into chaos once more.

As the Dark Throne continued to operate, a golden light curtain slowly unfolded, forming a force field that suppressed the demons.

The surging Warp energy began to slow down, and the demon's power also subsided.

If this continues, the demons will be the first force to be driven off the battlefield.

Hiding in the shadows of the battlefield, Erebus watched the two evil gods fighting amongst themselves, somewhat speechless.

At a time like this, you're still doing this kind of thing?!

There's no way they can win!

"Without me, the Chaos faction will be thoroughly beaten by the Imperium sooner or later."

Erebus took out the Dagger of Venom, sliced through space and time, and prepared to lead the demons to launch a surprise attack on the Dark Throne, to show that Living Saint what he was made of.

Qin Yun's spiritual vision instantly detected the cut-open spacetime and locked onto Erebus's location.

"That bastard's up to no good again!!"

Qin Yun, seated on the Dark Throne, was unable to speak.

Their only option was to turn their attention to the Emperor's Cattle Warband, which was hunting down Vect.

By this time, they had driven Vect and the T'au, including Am-Shi, into a corner.

Forget it, let Vect go.

We can't let Erebus stab us.

"Divine Summoning".

Qin Yun unleashed his skill to summon players, preparing to trap Erebus like a turtle in a jar.

On the other side of the Milky Way,

The Macragge's Honour

Guilliman looked around in surprise and disbelief. The gaze he had just received was so intense, it was as if the other person was standing right in front of him.

But he couldn't see the other person.

After hearing his description, the Librarians and Aeldari Farseer summoned by him felt that it was very likely the gaze of some Warp being.

This made Guilliman wary.

I must tell the Living Saint that the Imperium has gained another powerful enemy.

Guilliman felt he needed to immediately warn the Living Saint to be wary of the newly born being.

"Immediately establish communication with the Living Saint; I have important matters to discuss with him."

Guilliman waited a while and then received a reply.

"Sorry, the user you are trying to contact is busy. Please try again later."

P. S.: Another 5,000 words, probably quite late again today.