The image of war was projected into Gamma World's council chamber.
Gamma World did not take the campaign against Vashtorr too seriously.
After all, the enemy was only one Vashtorr.
And Gamma World's various megastructure projects were nearly complete.
To be safe,
Gamma World did not make too grand a display of it. It had merely hollowed out the worlds within a thousand light-years around it.
On the cosmic map,
the surrounding star sectors had become empty voids, their lights no longer shining.
A hole had been carved directly into the galactic arm.
And Gamma World was still continuously transporting those resources, completing the final projects.
Within the Warp, the psychic energy produced by Gamma World resurrecting certain people was like candlelight, drawing vast numbers of Chaos daemons nearby. Their numbers were so immense that the Imperium's pressure increased sharply.
Within this region,
the number of daemons had even surpassed those in the Webway beneath the Golden Throne.
If all those daemons gathered together,
even the material universe would have a headache on its hands.
"Close it!"
When Gamma World's psychic channel shut down,
all psychic phenomena vanished.
Only the Chaos daemons still fighting on the battlefield remained, along with the Emperor's Cursebound Legion. Those great daemons of the Emperor were slaughtering the daemon forces across the battlefield with wild abandon.
Chaos's plan to seize Horus once more had failed.
A Cursebound Legion warrior crushed a Chaos creature before him with a savage kick, then fired a shot with what seemed like a two-hundred-and-fifty-percent hit rate, killing a Chaos daemon with perfect precision. Amid the surging tide of countless daemons, a gap was finally torn open in the encirclement that had been on the verge of collapse.
Chaos's war had already failed.
Their methods, which should have enslaved and massacred