However, inside the barrier, with a tenfold time difference, Luna still gained a full ten minutes of buffer time.
As the last fragment of the barrier landed, all the magical runes in the center of the altar lit up.
Luna raised her staff high and let out a maniacal laugh.
"Too late! You're too late!"
In the void behind her, a five-meter-high Warp Rift suddenly opened up.
The edges of the rift surged with Chaos energy of various colors: red was bloody, green was rotten, pink was intoxicating, and blue was eerie.
Four distinct Warp auras intertwined, forming a distorted and oppressive force.
A furious roar, a piercing shriek, and a maniacal laugh surged from the depths of the rift, carrying the madness and cruelty unique to the Warp, and swept over us.
The first to emerge were a pack of blood -Flesh Hound of Khorne.
They had bodies like jackals, dripping hot blood from their mouths, and their eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty red light.
Upon landing, it let out an excited howl; these were the Blood God's minions, forever chasing after slaughter and bloodshed.
Closely following behind were bloated Plaguebearer, dragging their pus-draining bodies, leaving corrosive marks on the ground with every step they took.
Buzzing Rot Fly followed closely behind, filling the air with a sweet, foul stench wherever they went—they were the Nurgle.
Several slender and alluring figures slid out along the edge of the crack. They had near-perfect human female contours and their skin had an unnatural pinkish-purple hue.
Holding bizarrely shaped torture instruments and a poisoned dagger, his eyes were full of provocation and cruelty.
Slaanesh's fanatical plunderers are masters at harvesting souls amidst pleasure and pain.
Deeper into the rift, swarms of Pink Horror and Flamer floated out, chattering and laughing strangely.
Arcane flames danced at his fingertips; it was Tzeentch's demon.
Then, a Soul Grinder, its entire body covered in brass armor, stepped out with heavy steps, its cannon barrels flashing with Chaos fire.
The four gods and demons gathered together.
The moment they stepped out of the Warp, the demons of different factions almost instinctively looked at each other.
The Khorne's hounds growled menacingly at the Beast of Nurgle, while the Slaanesh Seeker swept their disdainfully over the clumsy Plague Toad.
Meanwhile, the Tzeentch Necrontyr was eager to join the fray, constantly inciting the other demons to watch the three sides fight.
The Great Game is etched into the consciousness of every demon; even those summoned together will react to tearing each other apart upon meeting.
But in just a moment, all the demons turned their heads to face the human positions around the hall.
A fresh soul.
Scalding hot flesh and blood.
Anger, desire, greed, fear... human emotions and souls are a "delicacy" that Warp Daemon eagerly devour.
Compared to infighting with old rivals, these well-positioned armies of ordinary people are clearly a more tempting prey.
The Flesh Hound howled excitedly and charged out first.
The Rot Fly followed leisurely behind, spewing poisonous mist along the way.
Slaanesh's figure transformed into afterimages, circling towards the flank of the position.
Tzeentch's demons floated in mid-air, arcane missiles already forming at his fingertips.
"Did you see that, Lynn?"
Luna floated to the side of the Warp gate, her staff tapping gently to maintain the stability of the rift.
She looked down at the surging army of demons below, her smile beneath the mask both triumphant and manic.
"This is my third trump card,"
" The Gate of Calamity!"
"The sorcery of the Lord of Change, the rage of the Blood God, the plague of the Grandfather, the torment of the Prince of Pleasure..."
"I have prepared all the blessings of the four gods for you!"
She's been lurking underground in St. Garus for so long, and she's done more than just corrupt a few knight mechs.
Taking advantage of the plague in the Lower City as cover, she spent a full six months building this interdimensional portal in the deepest part of the third underground level.
She doesn't need to open it completely; she only needs to temporarily tear open a small opening to let a continuous stream of demons flood into reality.
An army of four gods and demons is far more difficult to deal with than an army of a single evil god.
Khorne's units are always at the forefront, defying ranged firepower and scorning Psychic Power spells, charging forward with only their flesh and blood and their ferocious fighting spirit.
The Bloodletter's brass machete could easily cleave through Ceramite armor, Soul Grinder's shells slammed into the ground, each one capable of blowing away more than half an infantry squad.
They are fearless and will crawl towards the nearest human even if half of their body is smashed by a bomb, using their teeth and claws to tear out the last wound.
The Nurgle demons are like mobile sources of poison.
The poisonous mist spewed by the Plaguebearer could corrode human bodies and souls. The Beast of Nurgle rampaged through the army, their rotting bodies exploding into death zones.
Swarms of Rot Fly filled the sky, their corrosive liquid dripping onto the ground and hissing as it melted into pits.
Countless Nurgling hopped and skipped around in the formation.
These miniature blessings may seem insignificant, but they are equally deadly; contact with the skin can lead to festering sores.
Slaanesh's forces were like malevolent shadows.
They never charged head-on; instead, they would use the chaos to flank and rear the enemy lines, severing soldiers' throats with poisoned daggers and swaying their minds with hypnotic whispers.
Many soldiers were momentarily stunned by their alluring silhouettes, only to have their hearts pierced by sharp blades the next second.
Meanwhile, Tzeentch's demons firmly occupied the back row damage-dealing positions.
The Pink Horror's arcane missiles struck the heavy firepower point precisely, while the Flamer's fel flames were continuously launched.
Various unpredictable Chaos Sorcery emerged one after another, such as summoning distorted spatial rifts out of thin air or turning the ground beneath the soldiers' feet into quicksand, making it impossible to defend against.
"Maintain formation, suppress the front with heavy firepower, and use infantry firepower to hold the flanks!"
The Vanguard officers roared at the top of their lungs, trying to stabilize the crumbling defensive line.
The roar of the Boltgun blended into one, and a dense barrage of fire poured down on the charging demon horde like a torrential downpour.
The Flesh Hound in the front were beaten to a pulp, but the demons behind them continued their charge, stepping over the corpses of their comrades, without slowing down in the slightest.
Leman Russ Russ's main cannon roared incessantly, blasting a Beast of Nurgle into a shower of pus.
The splattered pus landed on the soldiers in the front row, and acrid white smoke and screams rose at the same time.
Fortunately, most of these demons are unable to fly and can only reach the surface of the labyrinth by climbing the spiral staircase.
Furthermore, dozens of purifying bishops had already erected protective shields formed by the Shadow in the Warp in front of the position.
The pale purple Psychic Power barrier acted like a giant filter, keeping out the Warp corruption, mind whispers, and plague that permeated the air.
The soldiers could not hear the demonic ravings, were not confused by Slaanesh's illusions, and were not instantly infected by Nurgle's plague spores.
This is Lynn's most crucial line of defense.
Even so, facing the endless stream of demonic armies pouring out from the Warp gates, humanity's defenses continued to shift backward.
The casualty figures are rising rapidly, and heavy fortifications are being destroyed one after another by the demons.
The soldiers emptied magazine after magazine, the corpses piled higher and higher beneath their feet, yet they could never see the end of the demon horde.
Luna stood on high ground, watching the human army retreat step by step, her laughter growing louder and louder.
She wanted to see what Kerry Von could possibly use to stop this desperate natural disaster.