How Dare He? How Dare He!

Deep within the Warp, four angry roars resounded simultaneously.

The roar was so intense that it made the entire Warp tremble; the roar's fury made countless demons tremble in fear; the roar's resentment caused the edges of the Chaos realm to collapse.

Khorne's four arms lashed out wildly, smashing countless bronze throne decorations around him. "He dares! He actually dares!!!"

Tzeentch's face was terrifyingly grim, and for the first time, pure killing intent surfaced on his ever-changing features. "Vashtorr is dead. Our plans—completely ruined."

Slaanesh shrieked, a sound that pierced the eardrums of countless demons, "This can't be let go! It can't be!"

Nurgle did not speak, but countless flowers in his Garden of Nurgle withered instantly, and the decaying life energy was boiling.

The four gods made their decisions simultaneously.

revenge.

Retaliation is necessary.

Even if it's just to vent anger, those mortals must pay the price.

Four commands were issued simultaneously, reverberating throughout the entire Warp: "All demons—mobilize!"

"Target— Dragon Spirit Star!"

"Slaughter every mortal! Tear every warship to shreds! Devour every soul!"

The Warp was in an uproar.

Countless demons poured out of the Chaos realm, like locusts sweeping across the land, like a tsunami crashing down.

The Khorne legions of Khorne, the treacherous servants of Tzeentch, the rotting hosts of Nurgle, and the pleasure-seekers of Slaanesh —four torrents of different colors converged into a colossal wave capable of engulfing galaxies, surging wildly toward Dragon Spirit Star.

The sheer number of them distorted the very darkness of the Imperium Nihilus.

The power was so great that even the Astropaths far away in Terra were screaming in agony.

The intensity of that killing intent made every soldier still on the battlefield feel the overwhelming despair.

The Dark Angels raised their heads, gazing at the approaching sea of demons, and gripped their weapons tightly.

The Blood Angels raised their heads, gazing at the overwhelming Chaos, their eyes burning with golden flames.

They knew that the real battle had only just begun.

They also knew that with their strength, it was impossible to withstand such a massive horde of demons.

But they did not back down.

They didn't retreat an inch.

Because behind them stood the Emperor.

Because in front of them were enemies.

Because—they had no way out.

But just a second before the demonic tide was about to engulf the battlefield—a cold laugh echoed throughout the void.

The cold laugh wasn't loud, yet it drowned out all the demons' roars; the laugh wasn't sharp, yet it pierced the soul of every demon; the laugh wasn't long, yet it brought the endless horde of demons to an instant halt.

All the demons stopped moving at the same time.

It wasn't because of orders, nor because of fear, but because of the power contained in that cold laugh that made them instinctively feel fear.

That's the apex predator mocking its prey.

That is the disdain of the ruler of the universe for ants.

That was— the Emperor's cold laugh.

Lion —no, the Emperor was controlling Lion's body at this moment—stood in the void, gazing at the overwhelming tide of demons, a slight smile playing on his lips.

That smile contained sarcasm, contempt, and also a hint of satisfaction.

"I was just worried about what to do."

He said the voice echoed in the void, exploding in the hearts of every demon. "Transform this Dragon Spirit Star into a sacred creation of my Imperium of Man."

The words had barely left his mouth.

The Emperor extended his hand.

At that moment, the Great Road trembled.

At that moment, everything shattered.

At that moment, the entire universe responded to his call.

An invisible force surged from the golden figure, instantly enveloping the entire battlefield.

Wherever that power passed, the demons didn't even have time to scream before they were instantly transformed into pure Warp energy.

Those energies drifted in the void, like Chaos stripped of its will, like a purified soul, like fuel.

Countless demons were completely annihilated in that instant.

Khorne's bloodthirsty legion was completely wiped out.

The Tzeentch and treacherous servant has vanished without a trace.

The Nurgle, filthy host evaporated completely.

Slaanesh's pleasure-seekers vanished into nothingness.

That horde of billions of demons was as fragile as paper before that power.

The Emperor withdrew his hand and waved it lightly.

The endless Warp energy, like a summoned river, converged at his feet.

They converged towards the Dragon Spirit Star.

Converging towards what was once Caliban, now Chaos Fortress.

Pour in.

The Orks possess a terrifying creation called the "Battle Moon".

That was the pinnacle of Orks technology, the most insane masterpiece of the Orks engineers—hollowing out an entire planet and transforming it into a gigantic war machine.

That mechanical planet possessed a main cannon powerful enough to destroy a galaxy, a fleet of machines large enough to devour an entire fleet, and the power to crush any enemy.

A single Battle Moon can plunge an entire star sector into war.

A single Battle Moon can render the entire Imperial Fleet helpless.

A Battle Moon is the ultimate embodiment of the Orks ' "Waaagh!"

But at this moment, the Emperor is doing something even more insane.

He is not transforming an ordinary planet.

He is modifying Dragon Spirit Star.

This planet, reconstructed from fragments of the Caliban core, this Chaos fortress built by Vashtorr with all his might, this pinnacle creation that blends Chaos technology with the Adeptus Mechanicus.

It is itself the pinnacle of contemporary technology.

At this moment, the Emperor is using boundless Warp energy to sublimate it.

The energy poured into the core of Dragon Spirit Star, and the core began to burn. The flames were golden, pure, and sacred.

The energy poured into the crust of Dragon Spirit Star, and the crust began to reorganize. The structure was perfect, solid, and immortal.

That energy permeated every inch of soil, every rock, and every grain of dust on Dragon Spirit Star —everything was changing.

The former demonic factory dissolved in golden light and then reformed into a massive turret.

The turret was larger than any Imperium Macro-cannon, and its muzzle was pointed towards the endless void, the Chaos abyss, and the direction of the enemy.

The former Chaos fortress collapsed in golden light and then reformed into a massive engine.

The engine's power was enough to propel the entire planet through the universe, and its roar was enough to get anyone who heard it excited.

The traces of blasphemy were completely erased in the golden light.

Instead, there were countless runes—protective runes personally inscribed by the Emperor, barriers strong enough to withstand any Chaos erosion, the most powerful fortress of the Imperium of Man.

Dragon Spirit Star is changing.

It is being reborn.

It is becoming the new Caliban.