Warhammer 40k Origins Stellaris Civilization Simulator

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Chapter 119 The Supreme Lord of Kowloon invades the pass.

The Dark Prince has deep ties to the Federation, but he's not as slow to act as the Father of Corruption, so we have to face his threat first.

The galaxy burns, but all is not as bleak and dreary as it seems. Killing can be done with grace and perfection, and the name of these killers is the Emperor's Children.

When the "Phoenix" born into the industrial world, the Daemon Primarch Fulgrim, indulged in his crazy enjoyment and refused to respond to the changes in the galaxy, the burden of responding to the call of the Lord of Debauchery fell on his descendants.

The followers of Lord Chemos share a similar thirst for perfection, specifically the perfect kill. While the Emperor's Children are whispered across the galaxy, there is one name that strikes fear into the hearts of even the hardiest warriors. A seemingly unkillable warrior, his formidable skills as a duelist pale in comparison to his arrogant demeanor. He is Lucius the Undying.

Behind the Champions, many of the Emperor's Children's warbands are led by corrupted Chaos Lords loyal to Slaanesh. These Bliss Lords are brutal strategists who delight in weaving intricate battle plans across war-torn worlds to prove their tactical superiority.

Their dark charisma and boundless cruel imagination allow them to control the arrogant warriors among the Emperor's Children very well, and the Lords of Bliss themselves are also proficient in various sophisticated combat equipment and skills.

Other commanders revel in the ecstasy of aural devastation unleashed by sonic weaponry. The Noise Lord is one such commander, commanding his Noise Warriors in noise raids. While the Bliss Lord fights with blade and wit, the Noise Lord commands a blood-curdling aural bombardment, tinged with the corruption of the Warp, to produce visions that shake the very souls of their enemies.

Those warriors of the Legion who were completely obsessed with melee combat became the Flawless Blades, the dark and corrupted image of the Court Swordsmen, the elite warriors of the Great Crusade. While already formidable warriors of unparalleled skill, they were also subject to the influence of various corrupting hormones, chemical amplifications, alien secretions, and other substances, causing them to remain in a state of extreme indulgence.

Led by numerous heroes of the Dark Forces are legions of Indulgence and Sadism warriors, whose every move bears witness to the Chaos blessing of Slaanesh.

Not long ago, these Chapters of the Emperor's Children advanced towards the extreme northeastern borders of the Confederacy, having defeated the heroic and far-sighted forces of the Bay of Mugurus and ravaged the Home of Viola.

Just as the foresighted envoys were preparing to complain to the Federation's troops about the severity of the situation and request joint defense, they were surprised to find that the enemy had arrived first and the subspace routes were so magical.

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These warriors, bearing the ironic title of the Emperor's Children, chanted poems of decadence and reveled in the art of destruction. In their eyes, every battle was a feast, and every wail a note of music.

They had ravaged the Gulf of Mugurath, tearing through the Tau lines with their unparalleled swordsmanship; they had sung in the courts of Imperial worlds, watching their victims scream as they became blissful servants of Slaanesh's grace.

And now, they headed towards Changyuan of the Helka Federation. In their proud career as Space Marines, there had never been a moment as eager to conquer as at this moment.

They had never truly understood the power of those they viewed as mortals, but this time was different. This time, they longed for a federation, and they longed to offer the Dark Prince an unprecedented sacrifice: a young, great empire full of order and the pursuit of perfection.

They once mocked the Farsighted and the Tau's ignorance of the "original truth". They danced extremely gorgeously on the battlefield, crushing those civilizations that believed in reason and pursued progress, and showing the true power of the warp to all beings who dared to resist Chaos.

However, when their fleets leapt into the vast expanse of space that is the Helka Confederation, they found themselves facing not the usual mediocre adversaries they had come across, but foes that reminded the Chaos veterans of their glorious past during the Great Crusade.

The battleships and defense orbital stations of the Helka Federation are like motionless mountains in the endless void. They are cold and silent, allowing the illusion of chaos to float in space, but they remain indestructible.

The cluster of Whispering escort ships is like an invisible net, weaving the most sophisticated killing trap in the universe. Each scimitar-like ship is looming, like a sharp blade peeking out from the darkness, ready to be unsheathed and kill those self-proclaimed noble Chaos Legions at any time.

The commanders of the Emperor's Children looked at this scene, their frivolous and arrogant words instantly swallowed back into their throats, and another expression appeared on their proud faces: a seemingly sincere admiration.

The Noise Lords and Champions of Slaanesh, these emissaries of the Dark Prince, are the embodiment of indulgent aesthetics, adorning themselves with the most gorgeous armor and expressing their beliefs with the most beautiful voices.

They looked at the youngest overlord of the universe and whispered in gentle and charming tones: "Great Federation, your pursuit of secular order is meaningless. The truth of the galaxy lies not in so-called false rationality, but in the ecstasy bestowed by the original truth."

"And now, the Prince of Darkness has asked us to lead you to understand His true power, so that you can defeat the nations of the world with His generous gifts, simply because He wants you to be happy."

"You don't need to pay anything, just accept the true glory, join hands with the youngest Dark God, and become the greatest winner in this galaxy."

Their voices were like the whispers of the universe itself, and with the psychic influence granted by Slaanesh, countless illusions emerged on the battlefield: in those visions, countless worlds were immersed in endless enjoyment, and these worlds were brought into the applause of the Federation, everyone got what they most desired, and every city became a temple of bliss.

A mortal need only take one look to be drawn in by the allure of these visions, eager to indulge in the gifts of the dark gods.

His power was so great that even a tiny bit of it captivated the multiverse, at least that's how it appeared in those visions.

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However, in response to their words, the Helka Federation only had one sentence.

That was the voice coming from the front line, from a squid warrior with a strange sense of emptiness.

He piloted a battle mech, looking indifferently at the deformed figure of the Emperor's Child. The influence of Chaos vanished before his shadowy veil.

"All I see is a bunch of drug-induced mutants, half-human and half-ghost, whistling tuneless music and harassing our territory. Go away."

These words were like a dagger, piercing the twisted and narcissistic hearts of the Emperor's Children.

Those warriors who had once been intoxicated by the blessings of Slaanesh, at this moment, saw their own appearance through the illusion because of the shadow cover, or the influence of the so-called untouchables of the Empire.

They saw their faces were no longer the radiant faces of warriors, but rather the hideous faces distorted by overindulgence. They saw their bodies withered and deformed, their muscles swollen from the onslaught of hormones, their blood vessels twisted like rotting vines.

They see themselves wallowing in filth, yet they still try to call it art.

"No! How dare you insult our beauty like this!"

They were mad, they roared and screamed, they swung their swords and slashed at the mirror images that reflected the truth, they cursed the squid warriors, they roared and wanted to tear apart this false real universe.

They cannot accept it, they cannot admit all this. They would rather destroy reality and return to the chaotic nightmare than admit their current appearance.

And so the battle broke out. The Emperor's Children ships roared towards the Confederacy battleships, their noise weapons unleashing soul-rending sonic shockwaves.

A storm of psychic energy swirled in space, and demons under Slaanesh descended from the twisted cracks, carrying indescribable charm and distortion, rushing towards the Federation warriors at astonishing speed.

However, what they encountered was a devastating counterattack from the Federation.

Since we don't agree on anything, let's just show off our sword and gun skills to see who's the better of us.

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Chapter 120: Shadow Walks Alone.

"I spent a lot of money to buy the post of the headmaster, and now he is gone. Glass Shard deserves death."

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As the Confederacy engaged the Emperor's Children and the Sarish Daemon forces, strange warp storms emerged in the area, as if some unseen force was aiding the malevolent psychic entities.

The Federation must fully deploy the reality stabilization system to ensure that our ships will not get lost and enter the psychic plane. The current space storm has a very serious impact on the Federation fleet.

But for our enemies, this environment is like a fish in water. With the blessing of the power of chaos, they dive deep into the other plane without fear, and then emerge on the Federation's warships.

The distortion of the boundary between reality and the subspace made it easy for them to draw the Federation's forces into hand-to-hand combat, thus avoiding the problem of their own old ships having insufficient performance in naval battles.

A fierce counterattack and annihilation battle of the boarding troops began again.

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The malevolent psychic force known as Chaos loomed around them, though the elite warrior, still gearing up, was unaware of it.

Carrix stood silently in front of the tactical display screen on the bridge, staring at the ghostly, haggard, yet lightning-fast enemy figures pouring into the ship.

The reflections of armor mixed with deep purple and gold flickered in the corridors of the Federation battleship, and the splattered blood and endless sensual enjoyment intertwined into a sacrificial feast of Slaanesh.

The Emperor's Children's Noise Warriors wreaked havoc in the front, their music and "singing" transformed into devastating sonic shockwaves, causing the intelligent beings stationed on the ship to explode into scattered metal parts.

Flawless Blade Demons wield twisted blades, adorned with corrupted artworks carved by mortals, some of whom unfortunately still retain consciousness.

Even the most ordinary indulgentists and sadists are twisted and grotesque, their shadows leaping between cabins, licking the bloody scent of the battlefield and teasing the prey they are about to taste.

The fleet's reality stabilization systems are still functioning, keeping the Warp's erosion out, but the Chaos Warriors themselves are a symbol of corruption, and their presence is undermining the rationality and reality of this place with every passing moment.

They needed no corruption, only killing, offering sacrifices to the god of indulgence and constantly destroying the peace and stability of the Federation. While Helka's soldiers were well-equipped, they were forced to adopt conservative tactics under the influence of psychic delirium.

Therefore, the Shadow Guard will step forward.

This kind of battle is not a performance stage for those who have fallen, but their retirement ceremony.

There is no band that will last forever. Let us send off this band that has poor management, brings in a lot of complaints, and even causes people to have psychological problems.

Karix moved his wrist. His body was wrapped in black reinforced armor. Dark negative psychic energy fluctuations surrounded him like a black hole, making his presence in reality fade away.

His breathing was steady, and his mind was calculating the enemy's movements.

Shadow Guard, move out.

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A killer enters the battlefield.

Karix crept along the dark corridor, the lights within the ship flickering amidst the chaos, making his shadow seem alive. He was equipped with a cloaking device, but even with his shadowy cloak, he could minimize his presence.

The Emperor's Children were unaware that behind them, a hunter was quietly waiting for the right moment to strike.

He witnessed the noise warriors using sonic cannons to smash the Federation's automatic defense equipment, and the dragon beasts that tried to stop him, the psychic combat beast soldiers' limbs exploded into a ball of twisted flesh.

The Noise Warrior let out a high-pitched laugh, as if intoxicated by the melody of destruction.

However, just as the laughter began to rise, the air around him was instantly torn apart by an invisible force, and an energy blade flashed through the void, completely splitting the noise warriors apart.

Karix leaped from the shadows, his blades flashing with a cold gleam. His speed far surpassed that of an ordinary warrior, his enhanced muscles and nerve reflexes allowing him to cross the battlefield in an instant.

His target was another Noise Warrior, a monster that had its sonic cannon raised, ready to unleash a devastating wave of sound at a group of Helka clone soldiers.

However, the next second, his breastplate was pierced by a prosthetic alloy fist blade. The huge impact force shattered his internal organs. Even with the defense of a Space Marine, such a wound would be difficult to recover from.

After giving the Chaos Space Marine a heart-wrenching move, Karix didn't hesitate. He turned and kicked another warrior who tried to draw his sword, sending him flying.

Then, his shoulder cannon fired a stream of ultra-high energy disintegration, disintegrating the warrior's helmet and then the opponent's skull.

Not far away, the Flawless Sword Demons noticed this uninvited guest and attacked Karix, brandishing their blades painted with blood-red runes.

Karix rushed towards them, a waltz of blades clashing with metal.

As battle-hardened Chaos veterans, the Flawless Blade Demons' speed and skill far surpass those of ordinary Noise Marines. Their blades seem to be able to predict their opponents' movements, and each sword strike accurately blocks Karix's evasive route.

However, these warriors misjudged the Shadow Guard's fighting style. He didn't need to dodge, he just needed to scare the enemy so that they wouldn't dare to attack.

The shadowy veil once again enveloped the battlefield, the laws of reality twisted around him, and the black hole of negative psychic energy devoured the souls of the sword demons.

This causes the attacker's blade to deviate to a meaningless angle just before hitting the target due to his own fear and illusion.

And just when they revealed their weakness, Karix had already taken action.

Sword, fist, cannon. And then again, his main attack method repeated over and over again, knocking down those enemies who were holding complicated sword patterns.

The Flawless Sword Demon's armor is meaningless against the extremely sharp energy blade, while his enhanced muscles and prosthetic alloy fists allow the Shadow Guard warriors to easily crush the opponent's body.

His fist smashed half of one sword demon's head, his battle blade slit the chest of another, and the ruthless ion disruption cannon devoured half of the third's torso.

In just a few seconds, the five flawless sword demons were reduced to twisted wreckage, their bodies twitching and squirming on the floor of the battleship until they fell into complete rigor mortis.

They should have gone to accompany their glory buried in the grave long ago, and the sooner they died the better.

Karix didn't want to comment on this; there was no need for conversation while in Shadowrun. He turned on the data terminal to confirm the intelligence, then headed towards the next dangerous enemy target.

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After repeating this kind of battle many times, Karix's body was already covered with scars. His body healed quickly under the effect of strengthened tissues, but his physical strength was declining and he needed rest.

But it was too late. At this moment, a sickening wave of resonance came: a noise lord had descended.

The monster, once human but now only vaguely humanoid, stood tall at the ruptured entrance of the warship. The drug delivery tubes on his extravagant purple armor squirmed like living things, causing the air around him to tremble. In each hand, he held a sonic cannon capable of emitting distorted tones.

"Finally, a prey worthy of being torn apart by my own hands."

The Noise Lord grinned, his voice carrying a maddening tone.

Karix didn't answer, he just lit up the energy blade, and the black hole-like curtain expanded again, swallowing up all the noise.

Fighting broke out.

The chainsaw sword tore through the air and collided with the plasma blade, sparks flew everywhere. Karix's speed was almost at its limit. His fist blade kept cutting off the Noise Lord's armor, and the latter's attacks were difficult to work due to the interference of the electromagnetic armor.

However, the monster's sonic cannon was still effective, and with each shock, Karix's internal organs seemed to be shattered by the sonic waves. His strength was great, but he was not made of steel.

The battle lasted three minutes and twenty-seven seconds.

Finally, Karix found a flaw. His fist blade pierced the Noise Lord's chest, silencing his heart and twisted soul. The Noise Lord's final psychic scream simultaneously ripped through his breastplate and shattered his already strained internal organs.

Both perished together.

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Calix fell to the ground. He could feel his life rapidly fading away, his already dim soul being completely extinguished.

He knew that he would not enter any afterlife, that his soul would not be taken away by the gods, that his body would be annihilated, and that his consciousness would vanish into nothingness.

He was a loner, a loner, but he had no regrets.

Those ancient and naive races who believe that a stream of psychic data is everything to them will believe that they will never know what their true self is.

Our warriors, united by honor and heritage, fight shoulder to shoulder.

All things have souls, but not all of them have determination.

121

Chapter 121 is written as immortal and read as Slaanesh's end is cheating.

Considering the exchange ratio of the previous battle, this boarding battle is clearly not in favor of the Chaos Space Marines.