The Raven Lord Has Returned

Jagatai's arrival gave hope to the Imperium garrison, which was mired in despair.

"It's Warhawk."

"The man who races on the Webway is back."

"Quickly, counterattack!"

"Brothers, set up our antimatter cannons and blast them to smithereens!"

"..."

The players cheered excitedly.

"Charge!"

The player who had recently completed the Primaris upgrade, Idle Sage of Dream Hall, shouted slogans.

Start the aircraft behind it,

Like a cannonball, it crashed into the Daemon Tide from the city wall.

Many younger players followed suit, activating their thrusters and launching a counter-attack against the Daemon Tide.

At that moment, countless heads rained down from the sky, crashing towards the ground.

Each one was enveloped in a rich green light.

The moment a player touches it, their Power Armour will immediately rust, and their flesh will instantly turn into a pool of blood.

The source of the launched heads was the Nurgle Daemon Tower, which stood amidst the Daemon Tide.

Their design is very ancient, resembling catapults from the feudal era.

However, it possesses extremely terrifying power.

It can easily destroy the Imperium's technological equipment.

"The time has come for us to sacrifice ourselves."

A mech-style player shouted,

"Brothers, let us use our swords and our Iron Body to open the road to victory for our allies."

"All mechs, charge toward the enemy's magic tower."

Mech-style players responded to this call.

They all took to the field in their mechs.

The activated energy blades sliced through the decaying body, emitting a sizzling sound.

Demons fell one after another, crushed into a bloody pulp by the heavy iron feet of the mechs.

"With the Emperor above, we are invincible Fearless."

Mech-style players boosted the thrusters on their backs to maximum power, and sharp energy blades popped out from the sides of their mechs.

Accompanied by the slogan of loyalty to the Emperor, he charged toward the enemy's magic tower.

The demons that tried to stop them along the way were all cleaved in two.

The scene was absolutely terrifying.

"We are the Blade of the Emperor, slaying all enemies of humanity."

"We don't need rewards, because loyalty is the reward."

"For Morgana, brothers."

"..."

The mech's speakers amplified the players' shouts.

This ignited a surge of patriotic fervor among the Imperium soldiers on the front lines.

If the Commissar hadn't been holding a gun and forcibly restraining them, they would have all wanted to charge together.

The magic tower, crafted from rotten wood and skulls covered in slime mold, emitted beams of green, decaying light.

The mech's shield was bombarded repeatedly, creating ripples, and was eventually breached.

Anyone hit by the green beam will have their flesh rapidly rot and their steel rust.

The brand-new, gleaming mech rusted and jammed within seconds.

The charging mech-style players ultimately fell just tens of meters away from the magic tower.

However, his fall was not the end.

Behind him, several mech-wielding players activated their thrusters, leaped into the air, and crashed into the magic tower.

Accompanied by one deafening explosion after another,

The demon tower, shrouded in green poisonous mist and imbued with the power of an evil god, collapsed with a deafening roar.

The defenders on the city wall cheered.

These seemingly rudimentary and outdated magic towers were once their nightmare, constantly throwing out heads and firing green beams to destroy their vehicles and fortifications.

Now that the Demon Tower has been destroyed, the greatest threat has also disappeared.

"Saturation bombardment." The commander made a decisive decision, deploying all surviving vehicles to launch shells.

With a whooshing sound, dense shells rained down on the Daemon Tide, and scorching energy beams swept across flesh and blood.

Accompanied by towering flames and deafening explosions, the bodies of countless demons were vaporized into high-temperature gases, which then merged into the eerie mist.

Jagatai ignored the Imperium troops and led his sons to continue their charge against the Daemon Tide.

He charged into a large group of stinking demons.

Although they have many other names, the most common one is called the Plaguebearers.

They opened their rotting mouths, chanting Jagatai's name, trying to slash him with rusty swords carrying deadly poison.

Jagatai swung his scimitar and easily killed the demons who tried to block his way.

"You are not worthy to stop me," he shouted at a winged demon that lunged at him. "Your souls are disgusting; get out of my father's kingdom."

The sharp blade, like a whirlwind, sliced through all enemies in its path.

Neither bloated flesh nor rusty armor could stop the blade.

The demons played their hellish music even louder, summoning more of their companions in an attempt to halt the Warhawk's advance.

But such an approach is destined to be futile.

Jagatai showed no emotional fluctuation; he transformed himself into a weapon.

A weapon forged by the Emperor, plunged into the enemy of mankind.

His birth mission was to fight for ordinary people, for innocent men and women who wanted to live.

Jagatai fought his way through the Daemon Tide.

They defeated countless demons.

There were towering, bloated Chaos Champions, war lords with rotten intestines, and colossal monsters with tentacles and gaping maws.

And a monster with an elephant trunk and many eyes.

Jagatai also slaughtered a terrifying Nurgle band, who carried a drum with a screaming face.

It kept uttering curses until Jagatai finally killed it with a single blow.

All sorts of madness swept past him, but could not shake his heart.

During this period, Jagatai's motorcycle was destroyed once.

But after a short while, he summoned a new one.

This surprised the players who were following him.

Many speculated whether it was the Warp Essence awakened by the Warhawk.

This allows the Primarch to summon his vehicle anytime, anywhere.

Just as Jagatai was frantically slaughtering demons and traitors,

Several green beams of light shot straight toward Jagatai, and he instinctively jumped up and left the motorcycle.

Boom!!

The high-speed motorcycle was hit and destroyed once again.

Jagatai landed and found himself in an open field.

Six enormous monsters staggered and surrounded him.

They all have their own unique appearances; some are fat, some are thin, some are melancholy, and some are happy.

Without exception, they were all equally rotten and stinking, and their weapons were made of rusty iron and greenish copper.

"Isn't this the Cursed One's son who sought freedom? I never expected him to reappear."

"Now, you are all alone. Surrender."

Father Nurgle —Rogtis—stood before the monster and spoke, his voice carrying a foul, rotten stench.

"Protect the Warhawk!" a player shouted.

High-level players activated their thrusters and leaped into the air.

They then landed beside Jagatai, forming a battle line around him.

"I am not alone."

Jagatai twirled his knife, flicking off the blood.

He stared at Father Nurgle — Rotigus —in a low voice.

Rogtis swayed his obese body as he walked to the opposite side of Jagatai.

"But that doesn't change anything; your defeat is already predetermined."

"Fate is not something you can control." Jagatai gripped his sword tightly. "You call yourselves gods, but you don't know that in the vast universe, even gods can perish."

"Hahaha, you want to destroy the gods? Do humans have that ability?" Rogtis seemed to have heard a humorous joke.

"It didn't exist before, but it does now," Jagatai said.

"Then let's give it a try, Warhawk soaring among the Stellaris, I can't wait to break your wings."

Rogtis, wielding his rusty greatsword, slashed at Jagatai.

Jagatai calmly responded to the attack from the Nurgle Daemon Prince.

The other players and the warriors who came with Jagatai blocked the other demons for the Primarch.

The battle between the Primarch and the Nurgle Daemon Prince was extremely fierce.

Jagatai possessed unimaginable speed, and every attack he made was extremely tricky and difficult to defend against.

But Rogettis was not a weakling to be easily manipulated.

It possesses an agility that belies its bulky body.

The rusty greatsword in his hand whistled as it was swung in an arc, accompanied by a mysterious, hissing whisper.

Even the air was cut and corrupted by the Supernatural carried by the sword.

Both sides unleashed their true power, at a speed that was beyond the capabilities of ordinary humans.

Any creature that gets too close will be crushed, whether it be Imperium warrior or a demon, they will all meet the same fate.

Rogtis possesses unimaginable vitality and resilience; it can fight on until the destruction of the universe.

"We can keep going like this, but victory will ultimately be mine."

"It won't last long." Jagatai quickened his pace.

His blade moved faster and faster, leaving behind a trail of fine afterimages in the air.

Players, even with advanced technology, cannot capture his true form, because his presence is felt throughout the entire battlefield, and every single one of them is real.

This is because Jagatai moved so fast that even time itself couldn't keep up.

Jagatai kept slashing at Rogtis, one slash, two slashes, three slashes... countless slashes.

Rogitis's fat jiggled incessantly; it was beginning to panic.

Jagatai's abilities made him realize that something was wrong.

How did they manage to move so fast?!

Clang!

After another strike, Rogtis's greatsword broke.

The attacks are happening too frequently.

Even the demonic iron imbued with the evil power of the Warp could not withstand it.

"How is that possible?"

Rogitis's fat, rotting face showed surprise.

"This shouldn't be happening."

"You..."

Rogettis wanted to ask some questions.

But Jagatai gave it no chance, and in an instant, his sword slashed at it countless times.

Before Rogettis could even sense anything amiss, he saw his flesh falling off in cascades.

The scene was nothing short of terrifying.

Rogitis watched as his body disintegrated into a pile of rotting flesh.

Immediately afterwards, Jagatai used his sword to cleave off the remaining head and banish it back to the Warp.

With Commander Rogtis banished, the morale of the remaining Nurgle Daemon plummeted.

Jagatai twirled his sword, flicking away the filth from the blade, before joining the new battle.

Ultimately, they successfully Knockback the Nurgle Daemon Army and defended the Imperium's fortress.

But Jagatai did not linger.

After confirming that everything was alright, he summoned his motorcycle and led his warriors back into the Webway to support the Imperium defenses in other areas.

A group of players also rushed into the Webway in mechs and fighter jets, wanting to follow Jagatai into battle.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Webway — in Commorragh —a similar chaotic battle ensued.

The scale of the war here is far larger than in other areas, and the entire city is engulfed in flames.

Commorragh is an important Webway; controlling this place is equivalent to gaining the fruits of the Imperium's efforts to repair the Webway during this period.

Therefore, Qin Yun planned to personally oversee this place.

However, Luo Jia used Guilliman's adoptive mother as a threat, causing Guilliman to lose his mind.

Qin Yun had no choice but to entrust the task of defending Commorragh to Little Fulgrim.

While Little Fulgrim wasn't as powerful as his original form, he was still far stronger than the average person.

The Battle of Commorragh turned into a meat grinder because, in addition to Ahriman and Typhus, another heavyweight figure was involved in planning the attack— Mortarion.

Mortarion's strategic talent is at the Primarch level.

Despite his best efforts, Little Fulgrim was unable to resist and was eventually forced to retreat, losing the main city and waiting for reinforcements.

However, Mortarion did not give him that chance.

After using the plague to break through the shield of the main city, he charged into the battlefield with his Deathshroud, which he was loyal to.

Even the incarnation of the Laughing God was defeated by him, forcing Little Fulgrim to duel him.

Even though Little Fulgrim received the Emperor's blessing, he was ultimately not the true Primarch.

After a fierce fight,

Little Fulgrim's sword was knocked away by Mortarion's scythe, and he was knocked to the ground.

Mortarion held a scythe to his neck and humiliated him.

"You're just a fake, inferior product. What right do you have to wear my brother's face?"

"Remember this, you will always be a fake, a counterfeit."

"Now, you can die, die with despair."

As Mortarion raised his scythe, intending to execute Little Fulgrim,

A dark figure appeared and blocked his scythe.

Immediately afterwards, the shadowy figures coalesced into a tall giant clad in black armor.

It is none other than the legendary Lord of the Raven has always resided in the Eye of Terror.

He returned as the Emperor's Children when the people of the Imperium were plunged into despair.

Exhausted and kneeling, Little Fulgrim was relieved to see another loyal son return and smiled.

Corax's claws were burning with flames, Mortarion recognized them as those wielded by their father, the Emperor.

"How did His Power Klaw end up in your hands?" Mortarion questioned the Raven Lord.

"Just go ask him yourself."

Corax spoke with disdain, and then his body exploded into countless black crows.

It emitted strange cries and launched a fierce attack on Mortarion.

The raven's beak and claws were as if forged from steel, incredibly sharp, capable of tearing even armor blessed by the gods.

For a time, Mortarion was forced into a series of defeats.

After Knockback Mortarion, the raven flew back to Little Fulgrim and reassembled into Corax in front of the Clone Primarch.

The Lord of the Raven stared coldly at Little Fulgrim.

No one knows what he's thinking.

After a long while, he reached out and helped Little Fulgrim up.

"Fight alongside me."

He said this.

P. S.: Another chapter. Thank you all for your support.