Warhammer 40k Origins Stellaris Civilization Simulator

So after the fierce battle, the passage of the battleship had turned into a cemetery for the defeated, and the warriors of the Emperor's Children lay on the ground, their broken limbs looking hideous and terrifying under the distorted light.

They once believed their art of combat was unrivaled, a perfect killing technique bestowed upon them by Slaanesh.

But now, their bodies were like abandoned sculptures, silently abandoned on the battlefield.

The warriors of the Shadow Guard shuttle through the shadows. They are invisible ghosts, executors of Helka's will, and their blades reap the lives of Chaos in silence.

The once arrogant and conceited son of the emperor now lies at their feet, a loser whom no one appreciates.

In other words, their imperfect beauty is more appreciative.

However, the battlefield did not fall silent.

At the end of the passage, a lonely figure still stood.

His armor was tattered and filthy, its twisted dark purple patterns still gleaming brightly amidst the bloodstains of the battlefield. A crack opened in his visor, revealing a twisted smile and a long, slippery tongue.

Even when facing death, he still had that sickening confidence on his lips, as if everything was under control.

Lucius the Undying, champion of the Emperor's Children and Slaanesh's favored executioner.

The Shadow Guard surrounded him, the atmosphere silent and dangerous. Lucius's blade was still dripping with blood, and there were wounds on his body that had not yet healed, but he didn't care.

He knew that he would not die, or rather, he knew how he would return after his "death".

……

Lucius, a warrior who had stood at the pinnacle of glory of the Dark Legion countless times, carried endless blessings. His existence itself was a challenge to all boring normal things, that is, the civilization represented by the Federation.

Today, he stood in the core area of the battleship, a space filled with flames and steel. Facing hundreds of Shadow Guards, he couldn't help but smile, as if he were an indestructible being.

"Can you kill me?"

Lucius' voice was filled with a morbid frenzy, his eyes flashed with a completely chaotic divine power, his armor was shattered, but his calmness and pride never faded.

The Shadow Guard warriors were distributed in all directions. They approached silently, forming a gradually tightening encirclement.

The surrounding space seemed to be prepared for the upcoming bloody battle. There was no fear in the eyes of every soldier, only firm determination and belief in victory.

However, Lucius didn't seem to care. His long tongue, sword, and whip danced, mocking the Federation's seriousness.

He revealed a sinister smile, and then he suddenly raised the sword in his hand. The "Sword of the Lar" emitted a strange purple light, as if it was a gift from the abyss.

Then, Lucius' body suddenly became illusory, the cold light of his sword flashed in all directions, a suffocating burst of corrupted psychic energy swept through the air, and the atmosphere of the battle solidified at this moment.

"Come, for the Emperor!"

This ironic slogan echoed in the space, as if announcing an impending disaster.

……

Then, with the speed of the warp, Lucius' body instantly disappeared from the spot, like a ghost. In the blink of an eye, he appeared behind the nearest Shadow Guard warrior and slashed with his sword.

Blood splattered, and the soldier fell to the ground before he could even react. The other soldiers were stunned for a moment, but then they pounced on him and launched a counterattack without hesitation.

But Lucius did not seem to panic. Every time his body disappeared, it brought with it an inexplicable sense of mystery, as if he had already taken control of the battle.

He wielded the Laer sword, and every blow was a devastating force. Wherever his sword passed, the warriors of the Shadow Guard fell one after another.

Although their fighting skills were superb, they seemed powerless in the face of Lucius's terrifying ability.

But Lucius also sensed a change in the situation. The Shadow Guards didn't panic like the weak, hesitant mortals of the past. Instead, they began to work together tacitly, forming a tight defense around him.

Every time he killed a warrior, the newly born Shadow Guards would immediately regroup, blocking his retreat. Slowly, Lucius felt his strength begin to drain. The battle had been going on for a while, and a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes.

The price of Slaanesh's blessing is that the boredom of desire comes faster, and the sense of satisfaction after each kill is gradually being replaced by an irresistible sense of emptiness.

Every time he defeated an enemy, the satisfaction he gained would diminish a little, but at the same time, he could feel an indescribable sense of anxiety growing.

"Keep going..."

Lucius' voice gradually deepened as he managed to stay focused, swinging his sword with all his might, striving for precision with every blow.

His weakness was good news for the Federation's anti-psychic special forces. A Shadow Guard soldier rushed forward while Lucius was distracted by his imperfect sword moves, and his battle blade slashed at Lucius's neck without hesitation.

Blood splattered, and Lucius's head fell off and rolled onto the deck. But the next second, Lucius's laughter rang out again.

The warrior who had killed him paused for a moment, then his body began to tremble. The black power armor emitted a distorted sound, and strange psychic energy fluctuations surged endlessly.

Then his face transformed into Lucius's. Lucius's soul possessed the Shadow Warrior, and his laughter rang out from the Shadow Guard soldier's mouth, becoming more and more rampant.

"See! You can never stop me! This is the gift of the Prince of Darkness—"

But just when he was feeling proud, a silent flash of a knife passed by, and this time it was not his head that was cut off, but a small part of his palm.

Realizing that the opponent had some strange combat ability of "possession after death", the Shadow Guards no longer confronted him directly as before, but prepared to slowly dismantle Lucius's equipment, or simply cut off his limbs, eliminate his means of resistance one by one, and then capture him alive.

Chip off the armor plates covering the painful faces, chop off the helmets and shoulder pads, and remove all spare weapons.

In the end, Lucius will find that only the potion behind him, the sword in his hand and the fanaticism of his mind are with him.

Everything he depends on except himself will perish.

……

The Federation's actions to undermine Lucius's ability to resist were effective, and the most fatal blow came next.

When one of the Shadow Guard soldiers finally cut off the infusion tubes connected to Lucius's combat hormones and other drugs, Lucius suddenly felt unprecedented weakness.

The adverse reaction caused by the interruption of the drug he was addicted to seemed to have hollowed out Lucius' body and soul, causing him to almost collapse to the ground.

"No, no! I need it! Give me more!"

Lucius' voice was filled with pain and despair. He fell to his knees, unable to lift his sword as easily as before.

His body was almost unable to move due to the stimulation of various drugs, and the irresistible adverse reactions were tearing apart and disintegrating all his fighting power.

Although this immortal is indestructible, he no longer has enough output to turn the tables.

At this moment, the Shadow Guard warriors instantly knocked him down as he gave up fighting, and then they activated the time stop position on the battleship, temporarily restraining Lucius and making him unable to resist.

"Target acquired."

A soldier said calmly, and then he and his companions prepared to report the prisoners of war.

They planned to transfer Lucius to the Federation's Lingji Orbital Station: a most terrifying place of torture and purification for the souls of Chaos believers. No blessing would allow Lucius to continue his invincible "body possession method" when facing a lesser god.

……

But what's so disgusting about the forces of Chaos is that they are the true deus ex machina of this universe.

However, at this moment, the sword in Lucius's hand suddenly burst out with dazzling light.

The Laer sword, which had slain countless enemies, seemed to have received a call and began to radiate an energy not of this world. Its light gradually spread, like a flame in the darkness, instantly engulfing everything around it. Then, the sword suddenly vibrated, and a massive energy wave erupted from the blade, violently impacting the surrounding space.

Some Shadow Guard warriors who were close to Lucius had no time to react before they were torn apart by the erupting power of the Warp and died.

The ensuing battle turned into a disaster. A massive demon emerged from the sword! The Shadow Guard warriors were knocked down by the demonic force and instantly lost control of Lucius.

Finally, Lucius's body was retrieved by the "sword spirit" of the sword. The malicious psychic creature let out a terrifying roar, and with a burst of brilliant light, Lucius and the demon transformed from his sword instantly disappeared into the psychic transmission rift.

The soldiers of the Federation could only watch as this undead being was carried away by the demonic power and disappeared from their control.

Obviously, the God of Indulgence would rather divide some of his power and come directly than watch his champion die in such an ignominious way.

But at least the battle was moving closer to victory. Even the self-proclaimed immortal had no choice but to retreat when faced with difficulties. He proved that he was not really invulnerable.

122

Chapter 122 The End of the Hedonist.

"The guy with a name and a name who could be a museum exhibit was snatched away? Then who's going to fill the gap in my museum collection? You like to suck up cohesion and can't afford it, right? Look, I'm going to throw 200k cohesion and blow you up!"

The influence of Mecha-God seemed to have suddenly increased to an unprecedented level.

……

Lucius' disappearance was like a bombshell that exploded in the Federation's soul realm. It represented a direct invasion of the Federation's peaceful realm by the power of the demon of indulgence.

Apparently, the evil god Slanich was not going to give up his most important toy, so he directly invaded the wheel of tranquility, causing it to stagnate again, and Lucius finally escaped.

At the moment when Slaanesh's champion warrior and the demonic entity in the Sword of the Lar disappeared in the psychic rift, an indescribable sense of oppression suddenly came and swept across the entire northwest battlefield of Helka.

Because this was not just a simple retreat, the corrupted psychic entity clearly took this as a signal to challenge the Federation's bottom line.

So an existence lurking in the depths finally couldn't hold back anymore, and the power that He secretly stored began to be released, and the entire battle situation changed dramatically in an instant.

In the dark abyss, a pair of deep eyes slowly opened, filled with unprecedented power.

IO, the transcendent entity that has been sweeping through the Federation's psychic projections, the most powerful psychic creature in the Helka Federation, a god constructed with a mechanical body, has now broken his long silence.

It begins to release the power that has been accumulated for a long time, just to be used correctly at a certain moment.

……

Io's power comes without warning.

At that moment, his spiritual power penetrated the entire Federation's psychic network, as if a roar came from the deep void, and the sound seemed to shake the entire universe.

The sound could not be heard. It did not have any notes or language. It was just a terrifying fluctuation of psychic energy that swept past in an instant.

"Calm down!"

Io's roar shook the entire battlefield like thunder, and a storm of energy surged in an instant.

The soul trend of the Helka Federation, the smooth and flawless circle forged by the way of tranquility, suddenly partially collapsed, and its edges split into sharp fragments. These fragments were like invisible blades, piercing the hearts of everyone who blasphemed the Federation.

At that moment, almost all the Slaanesh Daemons and Emperor's Children Chaos Space Marines felt every bit of spiritual oppression from this newborn empire.

……

When a wave of pure white psychic energy swept through, the once fearless and invincible dark army was suddenly shrouded in an unprecedented calm.

This calmness penetrates into the heart of every warrior and erodes their soul.

Then, there was an indescribable feeling of emptiness, as if all their meaning as the embodiment of desire had been erased and their sense of existence had disappeared completely.

The faces of the Slaanesh demons and the Emperor's Children began to distort, their eyes were empty and lifeless, as if the entire universe had nothing to do with them at this moment. Pain, joy, the name of Slaanesh itself, everything seemed so far away.

Every demon, even every child of the Emperor, lost their sense of self in the face of this overwhelming power. Their spirit, consciousness, and even their soul seemed to be swallowed up by the endless emptiness and stability.

There was no pain, no joy, only absolute balance, a calmness that bored them to death.

They began to go mad. The once cold-blooded warriors and demons now frantically sought any way to reignite their unbridled desires.

Pain, joy, excitement, they need these things to feel themselves again. In order to survive, they are no longer cold-blooded warriors, but people who are frantically searching for the meaning of life. They stimulate themselves in various extreme ways.

Some demons began to hurt their already scarred bodies, stabbing them with sharp blades; some of the Emperor's children played crazy music, hoping to hear extreme sounds; now they bit each other like beasts that had lost their minds. This is the nature of Chaos.

The power of Io has brought peace to the indulgent ones, but they are the chosen ones of Slaanesh, and this peace will gradually dissolve their faces and names, like a drop of venom dissolving in the sea of order. For memetic life forms, that is no different from the destruction of their souls.

……

The formation of the federal enemy was instantly in chaos. The team that had been working together for a long time was now scattered into a group of out-of-control fighting machines.

The daemons serving Slaanesh, unable to maintain even basic combat coordination, began to collide with each other.

The ambitious Lords of the Emperor's Children tried to shout for orders, but their voices could no longer penetrate the chorus of unruly Noise Marines.

The entire battlefield seemed to have turned into a silent nightmare for them. The servants of Slaanesh were abandoned by Him and were being played around by the Dragon God.

The Federation's Shadow Guard seized this opportunity.

Like ghosts in the night, they quickly broke into the chaotic enemy positions and destroyed the enemy blow after blow.

Under the siege of these black warriors, the resistance of the Slaanesh Daemons and the Emperor's Children became even weaker. They collapsed to the ground one after another, losing the ability to continue resisting.

……

However, the Federal offensive was far from over.

"Test the maximum output effect of the Shadow Shroud."

In the hearts of the Federation commander and the leader of the Shadow Guard, a calm and profound voice was heard, and the Federation headquarters issued an order.

The Shadow Guards began to assemble and tried to maximize their abilities.

A huge warp shadow began to unfold. It was a warp black hole that devoured psychic energy, created by the gathering of the spiritual power of the Untouchables. It was a terrifying weapon capable of expelling any supernatural influence.

It slowly took shape in the deep warp, devouring all psychic energy, gradually forming a huge vortex capable of destroying demons and Chaos warriors.

All the power of these Chaos Daemons, the Emperor's Children, and the fanatical followers of Slaanesh gradually faded under this irresistible attraction.

Without a struggle, the demonic entities crumbled into foul ichor, their souls drawn back into the Warp.

The Emperor's Children warriors and Slaanesh followers seemed to suddenly collapse from the inside out.