Warhammer: Just unified the Empire, you said it was 40K

Chapter 373 The Actions of All Parties, The Altar
At the very beginning.

When Magnus made a psionic phone call that shattered the web world beneath the Emperor's Golden Throne.

Magnus had one chance to atone for his sins.

However, the emperor at the time was busy suppressing the Golden Throne and had no time to personally capture Magnus.

This led to a series of rebellions.

The human empire's actions began to become more frequent.

However, the various actions were not aimed at expanding their own territory or reclaiming the land occupied by other parties, but rather at taking some kind of measures and employing roundabout tactics, as if they were trying to buy time.

Faced with the invasion of space undead, humanity has almost no power to resist.

After all, the Necromancers in their prime were true powerhouses. They fought real cosmic-level wars, facing the Ancient Ones, the administrators of the subspace, and the Star Gods, the most powerful physical laws in the real universe.

Although they have declined, the speed at which they build megastructures shows that these guys build megastructures as easily as building sandcastles. The Gamma World worked themselves to the bone to build only two megastructures, while the Space Necromancers built forty in a short period of time. Although none of the forty megastructures were filled with training data, it was still an incredible miracle compared to any other race.

Almost all of the human empire's territory bordering the space undead was successively plundered by the space undead. In most places, it even became space undead territory, and humanity was almost unable to reclaim these lost territories.

The space necromancers' assessment of humanity remains one of disdain and mockery.

After learning about this race, they became even more convinced that humanity would never learn enough from its past mistakes. In the eyes of some overlords, the human emperor was nothing more than a nobody, and only the figurine king Tarasin still hoped to collect the emperor's dead body.

The scale of ongoing wars in various regions is growing.

The war in the galaxy, already stirred up by Chaos, has become even more unpredictable. The death of Warmaster Abaddon has not shaken the power of the entire Chaos forces. Or rather, within the Chaos forces, they are now more likely to elect a more obedient being to intervene in the real world on their behalf.

Huron Blackheart, formerly a Starclaw and a Space Marine who betrayed the Empire, began to step onto the stage of Chaos. As an ambitious figure who had the potential to become a Legion Commander, Huron withstood the blessing of Chaos in a deal with Chaos and gained enhanced power.

Even though he is not strong now, once he incorporates more Black Legions, Chaos Warbands, and pirates, the power he can rule may even surpass that of Abaddon.

All the forces became tangible at this moment.

All the forces at play have come to light.

Even the Spirit Race, which had been hiding, has reappeared.

Edrad, the most powerful prophet among the Eldar, can accurately predict future events simply by reading the runes on his soul bones.

It was he who predicted Horus's great rebellion and alerted the empire.

He also foresaw the Eldar crisis, which triggered major events such as the Second Battle of Amighiddon, the Great Purge of Sanapan, and the Great Purge of Metis.

However, everything that happened in the world of Bel-Tan's Ark shattered his prophecy, plunging him into deep fear after his anger, because he saw an even more terrifying future.

Although the Eldar, whether Ark Eldar or Dark Eldar, have always looked down on humans, after all, in their glorious years, the power they possessed was indeed immense, with the Emperor being a god, but during that time, Eldar were also filled with gods walking in the real universe.

Within the Great Rift and the Eye of Fear, the Four Gods are enraged by their previous losses. Having lost a game, they are determined to find a way to turn the tide.

A new war has begun.

This time, however, the intensity is much greater. This time, those on the game's betting table are no longer just members of those races, but include members of various races and groups. Of course, even the space necromancers have become part of the game of the gods.

Near the large fissure.

The warp energy escaping from the warp is constantly approaching the nearby worlds. The mysterious energy radiation worlds, which are unpredictable and ever-changing, are like a mouth, constantly gnawing at the space of the real world. The surrounding real universe is like a crumpled piece of paper being poked and prodded in front of them.

Meanwhile, the nearby planets seemed to faintly emit a crimson light, like a hidden demon that lurks and devours any passing warships from the real universe.

A fissure opened.

From an unknown location and time, Space Marines emerged from a rift in the warp, drifting with the turbulent currents.

The ancient technological creations of 30k, and some retro technological warships exuding imperial power, were circling around him.

"Where is this place? It doesn't feel like an empire."

Some have been fighting in the warp for countless years, battling and fighting against the creatures of the warp almost constantly. Their fragile Geller force field, supplied by psykers, is now emitting a faint afterglow.

"Are we still in warp space?"

There seemed to be many others like them drifting in the warp, and everyone was stunned when they appeared.

They were clearly on a great expedition.

How did the Milky Way become like this?

Could it be another galaxy?

Their appearance quickly attracted the attention of the demons hiding in the darkness.

They docked their warships near the ruined shipyard, positioned them in near-Earth orbit, and then dropped their drop pods to inspect these worlds. However, they discovered that although there were traces of human habitation in these planetary regions, it was as if decades of weathering had left the planetary surfaces covered in skeletons and yellow sand, with the actual population almost completely gone.

Amidst the raging, yellow winds, almost no one remains on this planet. "Chaos!"

"alert!"

A warrior carrying a shield held the shield in front of him, and then...

The explosive pistol in his hand was aimed at the chaotic creature that was approaching them in the yellow whirlwind.

With a loud roar, a group of completely corrupted chaotic creatures raised their weapons high and charged toward the warrior before them.

"Attack!"

At a command, the explosive guns fired at the enemy, killing many instantly. The remaining Chaos creatures then drove their vehicles toward the group of Space Marines.

They were using their bullets sparingly, as their weapons were nearly depleted after years of fighting. Their forced landing on this planet, where they discovered a shipyard and a space station, meant that the planet definitely had the armor and ammunition supplies they needed.

The Space Marines drew their tactical daggers from their holsters on the sides of their thighs, while others raised their chainswords and charged at the chaotic creatures.

A squad of four Space Marines is enough to wipe out a nation.

Their armor is harder than tanks from World War II. Only high-energy weapons like bomb guns, which are similar to deuterium nuclear warheads, can harm them. To truly pierce their armor, one must use a thermoelectric gun, a weapon that can reach temperatures of three to five thousand degrees Celsius, to break through their armor.

These chaotic beings were merely mortals in life, and even after being corrupted by chaos, they remained mortals. Their weapons could hardly kill them.

These Space Marines charged into the sandstorm where Chaos was hiding, their daggers, like precise scalpels, slicing through the heads of every Chaos follower, splitting their brains and skulls in two.

One.

Ten.

One hundred.

The killing was swift.

In the blink of an eye, the roaring Chaos cultists on the battlefield had been wiped out.

However, they didn't even have a chance to rest for a moment.

A foul, fishy smell was rising from the mountains all around.

"Subspace creatures."

Behind them, even more Chaos cultists were steadily advancing from the battlefield towards them.

"What are they protecting!"

"This planet must be the body processing factory for those demonic creatures."

Having traveled through the Warp for so long, their understanding of demons has become more comprehensive. They don't know exactly how long they've been in the Warp, but they know how to deal with these races and what their true purpose is.

This is the Milky Way.

They just didn't know where it was.

Horus is bad.

But those who led Horus to betray the Empire were even worse.

A Space Marine, his body radiating psychic energy and with two swollen bumps above his eyes, reached out and guided the souls overflowing from the warp, hurling them toward the ground.

boom!
A bolt of lightning struck down.

It struck the ground.

It was like a meteorite crashing down, causing the ground to shake violently and the earth to slowly crack open.

Below them were unfinished bodies.

And the central government.

It is a giant being woven from a mysterious metal.

His complete body has not yet been built.

混沌
The body of a certain demigod.

And it's not just them who encountered it.

Other people who passed through these worlds also found similar altars in nearby worlds.

(End of this chapter)