This was a declaration of hope.
The Chaos forces engaged in crusades and expansion also received this bizarre, arrogant message.
"After the galaxy was torn apart, every living thing really dared to crawl out of the woodwork."
Chaos daemons had existed since the Age of Heaven. Their longevity was astonishing, and the ancient technologies they possessed were equally shocking. Like living libraries of ancient history, they recorded nearly every so-called race in the annals of the universe—then twisted them.
These ancient creations had long since carved their pride into the depths of their souls.
They were filled with disgust and contempt for every other race.
They believed there was simply nothing in this universe capable of standing against them as equals.
On a certain planet.
Some blasphemous ritual was underway. The grotesque Warp psychic illusions turned the caverns beneath the planet into scenes that could not exist in the material universe. Their very form was beyond the capacity of the human brain to imagine, and every inch of ground was covered in blasphemy.
"Supreme Lord!"
A horned creature was covered from head to toe in twisted runes.
They were remaking the planet, constructing within its core a vessel capable of bearing the body of their Warp god master.
Before this, it had been difficult for them to break through humanity's blockade and leave the Warp, much less appear in the material universe in physical form.
But with the emergence of the Great Rift, they could finally come forth. At the same time, they could use planets to release their god master from the Warp and create a body for it to walk the material universe in.
These creations of Chaos paid no heed to Gamma World's threat.
Even though they were within the hundred-light-year range Gamma World had declared.
They