Eternal Heaven was a foe that refused to go away. More precisely, they were basically the greatest threat on the mage's current long list of enemies.
Even the Evil Gods within the Warp could not compare. Those four Evil Gods could not invade worlds across the entire Endless Star Sea on a massive scale and turn every intelligent living being into pigs raised for slaughter.
From a certain perspective, Eternal Heaven's level was probably the same as the White Tower Council's. The latter had the same ability to do what they did; it was simply that the lazy Trans-dimensional Mages did not want to.
Floating amid the Endless Star Sea, He Shenyan's expression gradually grew somewhat grave. For the time being, he had no hands free to deal with these damned scum. He could only hope that their "message in a bottle" had not drifted into this universe yet. Otherwise, when the time came, there would be an extra group of the most vicious Angels in the multiverse to deal with.
He knew that this time, Eternal Heaven would definitely get serious.
Still, it was not as if there was no way to give them trouble.
"Destroyer."
Roboute Guilliman set down the Personal Terminal in his hand, intending to get some proper rest.
He was tired.
Very tired.
Handling every aspect of the Vengeance Crusade had simply worn him down to the bone. The work alone, if spoken aloud, would probably be enough to make some people retreat in the face of difficulty. He had to mobilize naval fleets and have them go to Terra Space Station to assemble, but before they were summoned, those naval fleets were not exactly idle.
There were no idle soldiers in the Imperium, only soldiers at war and soldiers waiting for war—he issued