Forty thousand years later, he became a god in the warp

The sacred fire in the altar was still burning, but the more intense war had surrounded the temple.

The swarm of insects that rushed into the temple did make the warriors feel nervous, and even the bishop who led an entire tribe felt that the end was approaching.

Especially when he saw the huge Hive Tyrant chopping down two war wizards, he really hoped that the war wizards could free up their hands to help him.

"boom!"

The bone knife cut off the statue of the god, and the fallen stone trembled, causing the flames in the altar to tremble.

Caroline held up the Truth Burst and shot arrows, but without exception, they were all blocked by the heavily armored Tyrant guards.

"Can it be done?"

The Bishop releases telepathy to the center.

"coming!"

He was responded to by the prophet who completed the trance ritual.

Caroline opened her eyes wide and saw the third fire descending into the temple and the arrival of the Eldar god.

The fragmented incarnation of the God of War Kane strode into the battlefield, his towering body burning with raging flames that distorted the air.

His roar was as fierce as a volcanic eruption, and the war cry alone caused the brains of countless gunworms to explode.

Countless knife bugs wanted to challenge the magnificent divine power, but they were burned to ashes by the raging flames after just a moment of getting close.

The War Avatar roared and challenged the Hive Tyrant to a glorious duel, but the Tyranids never fought over inedible abstractions.

In their heads, there is no such concept as reputation, honor, or title.

The Hive Tyrant did not accept the one-on-one duel with the God of War, but instead used the Gestalt biological network to mobilize its followers to eliminate this tough nut to crack.

One... two... twelve executioners, powerful enough to shake the earth and the mountains, rushed towards the demigod.

The God of War swung the giant molten sword in his hand, and with one strike, he cut the two giant beasts in half.

He stepped forward with his hind legs, twisted his waist and turned around, then lifted up and ripped open the third head.

He changed from backhand to forehand, stepped forward and bent over, pressed down and stabbed quickly, and the fourth head was nailed to the floor.

It’s a pity that the Zerg are not stupid enough to give up one after another. They are real tactical masters.

The fifth executioner attacked from the side, and the God of War withstood the blow of an iron fist and hammer, which tore his armor and exposed his flesh.

The sixth one quickly followed, knocking the God of War to the ground. The seventh one suddenly attacked, piercing the God of War's arm with its sharp claws and blocking the sword.

The eighth, the ninth... until the twelfth stepped over the melted executioner to fill the position, and molten blood flowed from the broken steel body all over the room.

The God of War was torn apart.

"Oh my god..." Caroline said.

"The sky won't fall! Because I will be the last support!" Hemiel shouted.

He saw changes in the environment, the distance between the cliffs decreased, the insect corpses disappeared from the abyss, and the gun emplacements on the fortress reappeared.

But he didn't have any deep thoughts, or the situation didn't allow him to think deeply.

underground.

The digging pythons cut through the slowly growing spirit bones and dug out long tunnels. As the spots on the cliff walls increased, the insect swarms arrived.

One hundred... one thousand... a huge number of insects swarmed out from the cliff.

on the ground.

Swarms of biomass artillery insects formed an army at the border, and various long-range artillery insects such as plasma and acid cannons began to fire across the shore.

sky.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Amidst a rain of falling cyst drops, the Crimson Hunters launched an attack on the Harridan Hive Mother in their fighter planes.

The tribal warriors, the Sky-Splitting Eagles, performed a deadly aerial war dance with the dark masses of gargoyles.

Anti-aircraft and ground artillery fire surged, and mobile forces followed closely behind and began to land on the battlefield.

The assault scorpion chopped into pieces a large group of gunworms that blocked the main road of the Ark World like a malignant tumor.

The executioners who smashed the fortress's beautiful and intricate sculptures were hunted down in large numbers by Falcon tanks.

On the sacred steps of the Shrine of Asuryan, the Fierce Avenger engaged in bloody close combat with a near-endless horde of bladeworms.

The Shining Spears constantly used their high mobility to cut through the Zerg's forces, dividing the battlefield to relieve the pressure on the subsequent warriors.

Howling Banshee, Black Reaper, Shadow Ghost, Flame Dragon and other types of soldiers show their abilities.

The War Witch Choir united their minds and dispelled the shadows from the Warp.

Bonesingers coax writhing wraithbones, infusing the souls of the dead within infinite circuits to counteract the horrific, warping effects of the Tyranid spores.

"kill!!!"

On the top of the cliff full of broken trees, Hemiel and the dimensional spider slaughtered the secretory worms into pieces.

Watching the group of Hades teleporting in, he thought for a moment that he could repel the Zerg's attack, but when the ground rumbled, he knew that the crux of the problem had appeared.

“SAAAAA!!!”

Here comes the burrowing Swarm Titan.

While the war was in full swing, Rebos was much quieter. He was following the guidance of the spirits and moving deeper into the circuit.

Those bone structures that should have been horizontal and vertical gradually changed into a more primitive state, like the birth of thoughts, absurd and broken.

The black and purple color spreading in the transparent veins is more complex, and the gorgeous spiritual energy contained in it is even more massive.

The structure of the spirit bones gradually merged into one, and the large cavity was large enough for ordinary people to walk in.

Rebos drilled into it, like returning blood, flowing back to the end of everything with the alienated energies.

The further down you go, the more the circuit feels like a beating heart. As energy is pumped in and out, it gradually returns to the thickest spiritual bone tube.

"He's right there, and nothing can shake his purpose... and we don't know what his purpose is."

After the spirit finished speaking, it turned around and left, dispersing and disappearing after three or five steps.

Without a moment's hesitation, Rebos strode forward with his head held high and his chest puffed out. In the rich purple, he saw a tall sitting figure.

"The Primarch—Jaghatai Khan."

The legendary Primarch of the White Scars of the Fifth Legion, who had disappeared for a long time, straightened his back slightly after hearing his name that had not been called for a long time.

His long black hair, which had not been cut for many years, covered half of his back. It hung down to the ground and piled up like a carpet. It was obvious that he had been here for many years.

But even the Primarchs needed food. There was no food here, and the Eldar weren't supplying it. How did they survive? Rebos opened up a question waiting to be solved.

"Hmm? After we parted like floating clouds, I've been waiting for you for thousands of years."

"In 084.M31, he entered the Webway in pursuit of a powerful Dark Eldar Lord and then disappeared.

Now that you mention time, it means you have always been concerned about the Empire, but you just kept it hidden."

The Primarch, who was sitting cross-legged, tilted his face to the side. His face was covered by a thick beard, and Rebos could not see his appearance clearly.

"That's amazing. You don't care about my old feelings, but instead focus on time. You are not simple."

"My only connection to you is that I come from the Empire."

"You don't even admit you're human?"

"You are no longer considered human."

"Hahaha, it's like calculated precision, as stable as a pendulum, and as regular as gears. It's a rational machine."

With just a few simple words, both sides got some information about each other from the conversation, but it seemed that Khan got more and more accurate information.

Rebos knew that the Primarchs were all very intelligent, but the height of their wisdom seemed beyond his calculations.

He took two steps forward and approached the figure sitting cross-legged, and found that the other person was writing something on the pieces of spiritual bones with his fingernails.

"Life is but a fleeting dream, like the flow of flowing water."

The Primarch seemed to know that the other party was looking at him, and then he began to recite.

Rebos did not care for the content of the poems, but he could see that the handwriting was not the official High Gothic of the Empire, but came from Chogoris, the Primarch's hometown.

"Since you are not dead, why don't you return to the Empire?"

As he spoke, he observed the Primarch's condition, but it seemed that he had no equipment except for a tattered robe.

"Ah~ Good question. My personal opinion is that the time has not come yet."

"According to the Eldar, a hundred years ago, you gave up resistance and allowed the Craftworld to take you aboard. Before that, where were you and what were you doing?"

The Primarch was a little dazed, raised his head, and seemed to be thinking seriously about what had happened over the past ten thousand years.

"Hmm... to answer the previous question, it's just fighting and killing.

I can't manage the empire, I can't handle politics, and I can't unite the legions. What should I do if I go back?

The reason why no news reached the Empire was that, firstly, the Empire was not familiar with the Webway and it was inconvenient to transmit information within it.

Second, I have never let anyone who fought me return alive."

The automatic early warning system soared 100 points in an instant. Although the Primarch just glanced at him, Ribos wanted to open fire at full power.

The Khan's beard twitched slightly, and Rebos could tell that he was smiling.

"Ah~ When I feel like going out, I always go alone. All the good things are known to me alone. When I reach the end of the water, I sit and watch the clouds rise. Your mood seems to be fluctuating."

Ribos's system began to heat up, and he began to adjust the system's reflux level.

"Then why did you choose the Eldar, their mortal enemy? Aren't you fighting alone because you don't want your chapter to know of your existence? Are you completely disappointed with the Empire?"

Faced with a series of three questions, Khan put down the spirit bone in his hand, was silent for only two seconds, and then began to tell the stories, as if he had already asked himself these questions.

"I once had a debate with His Majesty regarding the future direction of the empire.

I expressed directly that I had a different vision for the destiny of mankind and that I hated a civilization built on lies.

But, now it seems that if my idea is really followed... the empire won't even last a hundred years."

Khan inhaled and exhaled, and Ribos realized that the other party had answered the third question first.

"So I need time to think about future changes and how I can do my best as a Primarch.

Without the noise of the empire's various institutions, without the disturbance of children following around... Of course they will be obedient, but I can think more clearly when I am alone.

The most important thing is that I don’t want the Empire to know where I am, otherwise they will definitely find a way to make me go back.

This has indeed caused Guilliman considerable hardship, but among the Primarchs, he is the only one best suited to bear the responsibility for this situation."

The Khan reached out and touched the inner wall of the spirit bone, then his thumb moved continuously across the other knuckles and said:

“As for why it’s the Eldar… tell me, the angry Angron is annoying, and the sinister Curze is annoying.

Dorne, who is as hard as a rock, always makes people unhappy, and Perturabo is a paranoid and mentally ill person.

Mortarion, who refused to accept any form of psychic power, was too crazy, while Magnus, who devoted himself to the Warp, was playing with fire too much.

Alpharius is very strange and mysterious and no one knows their personality traits.

Lion Jonson was little more than an executioner, Lemanus a killer in hiding.

Fulgrim was a sour, show-off, Lorgar was a complete charlatan, and Corax was so gloomy that no one could get along well with him.

Vulkan, the Lord of Fire Dragons, can barely be considered a loyal man. Ferrus is too close to Fulgrim, and it is obvious that his ideas are not at all humane.

Horus is like a good child, who just wants to monopolize the emperor's attention every day.

Sanguinius is so perfect that it makes people jealous, which is both an advantage and a disadvantage.

As for Guilliman... he works so hard, I won't say anything about him.

Since his own people are so worrying and the emperor cannot rely on them, he can only try to find the answer from history.

The only ancient, wise, powerful race with experiences similar to those of the human empire seems to be the Eldar.

Now, the reason I am here is luck, and people cannot remain unchanged."

The Khan stopped calculating and stroked his beard, as if he found it was too long and couldn't reach the end.

"Alas... I didn't agree with His Majesty's Webway plan at first. It always felt like he was returning to Terra to build a high wall.

But after years of wandering the internet, I finally understand the good intentions of His Majesty... What a pity, there is no turning back."

Rebos retrieved the top-secret files about the black glass, the golden throne, and the history of the webway.

There was a huge amount of data that he needed to integrate, and a large number of deeds that he needed to piece together. Just when he was working at high power and was about to encounter problems, the Khan called him happily.

"Hey, look at your companions. They're pretty persistent."

Rebos looked up and saw that under the guidance of Khan's fingers, two images appeared on the shaking bones. They were Hemiel fighting and Caroline kneeling on the ground praying.

Rebos narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at the two of them, and shook his head:

"They can get through this difficult time. What I want to know more is what price you can pay to return to the empire."

"Hahahaha!"

The sudden laughter made Ribos frown. This was one of the least likely situations he had calculated.

The Khan, who was laughing wildly, was shaking all over, and his hair rustled, which seemed to cause ripples in the surrounding colors.

"Why should I go back? To help you complete the cooperation you reached with the Spirit Tribe so that I can replace that Lin Heng?"

Ribos shuddered and looked at Khan, only to find that the other's eyes were bright blue, like a storm on the grassland.