The Grudge Between Cat and Dog

The Nightmare Paradise, perpetually dim, saw the sun rising.

It brought with it an unimaginable pressure, a scorching wave of heat.

The ever-present mist dissolved like winter snow in the spring.

A man, shrouded in light and clad in golden armor, walked slowly from afar.

A raven stood on his shoulder.

"Is this the Nightmare Space? How interesting. I wonder what the ketchup and fries taste like here."

The players were somewhat surprised to hear the raven speak.

But when their gazes shifted, they no longer remembered anything about the raven.

"Who are you? There shouldn't be anyone like you in the Paradise."

Nightmare looked at the Emperor, his usual frenzy gone, replaced by surprise and unease.

The Emperor did not speak, but raised the long sword in his hand.

Golden flames surged up the blade, emitting waves of heat.

The long sword swung down, and the flames swept out.

Nightmare, wearing a mask, instantly became a burning torch.

It let out a sickly, pained scream in the fire.

Soon, it turned to ash in the flames, completely dissipating.

The scene was slightly different for the raven and the players.

In his eyes, Nightmare did not turn to ash.

Instead, it disintegrated into countless black and red binary codes that drifted into the air.

"To be this powerful in a virtual world made of code, he truly lives up to the name of the great Omnissiah."

Although the origin of the Adeptus Mechanicus was the Void Dragon, sealed within the labyrinth of eternal night, The Emperor clearly also held dominion over machinery and technology.

The sinister, terrifying town began to burn as the Emperor advanced.

The surrounding space became noticeably distorted, with cracks appearing.

The Nightmare Paradise, like a crystal ball struck hard, showed shocking cracks appearing everywhere.

[INTRUSION, INTRUSION, ALERT, INTRUSION~ !@#]

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Players in various instances and rest areas found their panels flashing with red alerts and garbled text.

"What happened?"

"The Nightmare Paradise has been invaded and is collapsing?"

The players showed shock and unease.

In their minds, the Nightmare Paradise was an extremely terrifying place.

The mastermind behind it enslaved those horrifying nightmare creatures, Treating players as playthings, throwing them into various terrifying instances and games.

Making them die again and again, only to be resurrected again and again.

The players could not imagine what kind of terrifying existence could create this world that defied physical laws and ignored the rules of life and death.

And now, this place was being invaded by another force.

The City of Eldritch Tales, rated SSS-class, was considered one of the most terrifying instances.

It was populated by all sorts of nightmare creatures, as well as all sorts of absurd eldritch rules.

Players forced into it would die tragically if they were not careful.

And now, this city was collapsing.

Fierce flames rained down from the sky, burning everything to ashes.

Nightmare creatures dissolved in screams, and distorted rules were forcibly corrected.

The players witnessed a golden sun roaring and crushing the city.

Wherever it passed, golden flames erupted, and vast seas of fire engulfed everything.

The nightmare creatures, considered invincible by the players, Were not even as significant as ants before the golden sun.

Merely passing by caused those nightmare creatures to turn to ash.

Instance after instance collapsed.

Space was continuously stretched and distorted.

The rift grew larger, and the entire Nightmare Paradise was on the brink of collapse.

"You don't belong here."

A distorted shadow appeared before the Emperor, intending to stop him.

It had no fixed form, its scarlet eyes like burning embers embedded in its pitch-black, twisted body.

The Emperor remained silent, his gaze as cold and unyielding as iron.

Anger surged within the shadow; the Emperor's silence was the greatest contempt.

It lunged at the Emperor, intending to drag him into an abyss of eternal fear.

"This is my world. I am a god, an omnipotent god. No matter who you are, you have no right to challenge me."

The surrounding scenery shifted rapidly.

Nightmarish visions continuously emerged, transforming into a hellish landscape.

The intention was to shake the Emperor's resolve with these terrifying sights and crush him.

The Emperor's expression remained unchanged, unfazed by the blasphemous and deranged scenes.

He stared intently at the shadow and spoke in a chilling voice.

"There are no gods in this world. There were none in the past, none now, and there will be none in the future."

With that, he swung his long sword, and golden flames erupted.

The shadow was engulfed by the flames, letting out a piercing scream of agony.

It wanted to escape, but there was nowhere to run.

Its body rapidly disintegrated under the scorching golden flames.

Raven watched as the black-red code surging within the shadow transformed into zeros and ones, dissipating into the air.

The shadow's collapse triggered a chain reaction, and Nightmare Paradise began to crumble.

Numerous terrifying instances were consumed by the flames, eventually turning to ash.

Painful screams echoed from the depths of the nightmare space.

An evil code, filled with the corrupting power of Chaos, disintegrated.

It released a Warp fluctuation beyond imagination, destroying Nightmare Paradise.

On the real-world planet, Cenus III, a terrifying energy surge also erupted.

After the energy wave swept through, the still-resisting mechanical units ceased their activity.

The lights in their eyes extinguished, and all defense systems went offline.

Imperial forces seized the opportunity, destroying all the mechanical units.

The code for the defense systems was rewritten, and control was seized.

Nightmare Paradise, constructed from virtual code, shattered completely, turning into chaos.

The shadow, along with the collapse of that dark code, reverted to its original form.

A thin, gaunt man wearing a magnificent robe.

He lay in ruins that flickered with binary code, unable to maintain stability.

His form was blurry, his life fading, on the verge of death.

The Emperor walked over, gazing at him with pity.

"What have I done?" the man asked, his voice as faint as a whisper.

"I wanted to save them, but why did it turn out like this?"

Tears streamed down the man's face, filled with regret.

The Emperor said, "This is not your fault. Chaos always twists people's good intentions, turning them into terrifying hells."

The man looked at the Emperor, tears covering his face.

"Stranger, please, end it all."

The Emperor nodded. "I will. Rest now."

He raised his sword and brought it down, piercing the man's body.

Golden flames spread, engulfing the man's form.

The man smiled in release, turning to ash in the flames.

Raven watched the scene and also shook his head gently.

It was not without reason that the Emperor viewed Chaos as an enemy with whom no compromise was possible.

They could always corrupt and twist things that were meant to be beautiful.

"May you go to a happy afterlife, where there is an endless supply of delicious ketchup and fries."

As Nightmare Paradise collapsed, human consciousnesses trapped in the virtual world returned to their bodies.

Those who had been in nutrient pods since birth awoke.

They were shocked to discover that Nightmare Paradise was a virtual world made of code.

The world they had lived in before entering Nightmare Paradise was also fake.

Some with fragile minds couldn't accept it and chose suicide.

The remaining people accepted reality and, with the Imperium's help, rebuilt their homes.

The Terra Glorious was a massive battleship, over twenty kilometers long, equivalent to a magnificent, colossal city.

The commander of this warship was the first seat of the Adeptus Custodes Shield Host – Dacri.

He led an Adeptus Custodes unit across the stars to retrieve scattered Primarchs.

The mission was completed beautifully; they successfully retrieved the first and sixth.

Now, they were preparing to return to report.

To rendezvous with the expeditionary fleet where the Emperor was.

Inside the combat arena.

Two giants were fighting.

The terrifying power they unleashed shocked the Adeptus Custodes.

The two giants were Leman Russ from Fenris and Lion El'Jonson from Caliban.

The two of them didn't know what was going on.

As soon as they met, they disliked each other.

Lion thought Russ was too savage, constantly drunk, and unkempt.

Russ, on the other hand, found Lion rigid, like a dense block of wood, always acting like a knight, looking down on everyone.

The two could never get along, and they would start fighting within three sentences of meeting.

"For the All-Father."

Russ let out a low growl, his Battle Axe cleaving towards Lion.

"For the honor of a knight."

Lion, holding his longsword, met the attack expressionlessly.

Compared to Lion, Russ's physique was considerably stronger.

Therefore, he could always use his weight and strength advantage to wildly swing his Battle Axe.

Lion's agility and skill were superior.

He could always force Russ to defend with nimble and tricky blocks and thrusts.

Russ brought his axe down, and Lion raised his sword to block, exposing an opening.

Russ seized the opportunity and kicked Lion in the chest, sending him flying.

"Put away your condescension, you stupid knight. If you surrender now, I might consider going a little easier on you."

Lion stood up with a grim expression and lunged at Russ.

Seizing an opportunity to block the Battle Axe, he slammed an elbow into Russ's face, leaving him disoriented.

"Overly energetic savage, always sticking your tongue out. You're not the Great Wolf of Fenris, you're the Husky of Fenris."

"Lion of Caliban! These weak, powerless attacks aren't like a lion's; they're more like a kitten's."

The two Primarchs exchanged insults as they fought.

Later, they discarded their weapons, damaged from the battle, and fought with their fists.

The two were locked in a tight embrace, wrestling with each other.

Russ grabbed Lion's head and smashed it violently into the ground.

The marble slab shattered with a crack.

Lion broke free from Russ's grip, grabbed his legs, and violently threw him.

BANG!!

The nearby statue was shattered by the flying Russ.

The combat arena was reduced to a ruined wasteland by their fight.

The battle continued for a long time until both were covered in wounds, bruised and swollen.

Their entire bodies ached with sore muscles.

Yet, even so, neither surrendered nor backed down.

Russ, caught off guard, was flipped onto the ground by Lion and then pinned down.

But after a few punches, Russ seized an opportunity to flip over and kicked Lion in the chest, knocking him down.

After getting up, he swung a fist and smashed it into the face of the Lord of Caliban.

As they fought, Russ suddenly remembered the reason for their duel: it was simply because they had made eye contact when entering the fighting arena.

Such a ridiculous reason had them fighting for over twenty hours.

So stupid.

Russ burst into uncontrollable laughter.

The wave-like laughter caused his chest to heave.

"What are you laughing at? You damn savage, you husky from Fenris. We're dueling, not doing a comedy show."

Lion was somewhat embarrassed and angry.

In Caliban, dueling was a sacred matter.

And this savage was always like this.

"Sorry, I just couldn't help it. I suddenly felt it was so foolish."

Russ no longer suppressed his laughter.

His chest ached from laughing, but he didn't care, just laughing heartily.

"You..."

Lion's face grew even more sullen with anger.

He kicked the still-laughing Russ, got up from the ground, and turned to leave.

"Savages are savages, unable to even respect a duel. Don't provoke me again; next time, I won't hold back."

PS: Daily loyalty, praise the Emperor.

Cat and dog war.

Thanks to book friend 20210411155751355 for the reward.

Heh heh, the vote for the Warmaster begins now.

Those supporting Lion, please type 1.

Those supporting Horus, please type 16.