Warhammer 40k Origins Stellaris Civilization Simulator

"But in the meantime, the safety of the Federation is entrusted to you."

Ruoken's gaze fell on Sigmar.

Sigmar took a deep breath, knowing he had no choice. He looked at Ruokhen and nodded slowly, an unquenchable fire burning in his eyes.

"I'm willing to do my best."

……

Everything went as expected.

When Abaddon tore reality apart, opening the Great Rift, the entire galaxy was shaken.

This rift into the Warp stretched southeastward, reaching the northern reaches of the Helkar Confederacy. Many worlds trembled violently in the storm of Chaos, the laws of reality were twisted, and a psychic frenzy consumed everything.

The predicted psychic catastrophe has arrived.

Ruoken immediately launched the plan, summoning all the Mechas and monks to help him break into the Great Rift, rescue all the residents of the Federation, and start his ascension project.

At the same time, Sigmar must face the demonic horde descending upon the rift.

The Federation's fleet tried to provide him with support, but that was not easy under the harsh environment of the Great Rift, and the human god still had to rely on his own strength.

The abyss of the Warp opened its hungry bloody mouth, and countless terrifying creatures roared and rushed into reality.

Their forms twisted, carrying unspeakable power. Each demon's appearance distorted the universe, as if reality itself was succumbing to chaos.

But Sigmar did not retreat. He held up the Skullcrusher, ready to rule the world forever.

……

In the Great Rift, the power of chaos roared, and countless demons screamed and roared, emerging from the tide of destruction. The waves of darkness rose higher and higher, trying to devour the little god who challenged their authority.

But they failed.

Sigmar stood in the center of the battlefield, his body like an unshakable adamantine tower, casting a dazzling light in this chaotic ocean.

He wielded the Skullcrusher, and every blow of his hammer was like thunder. With each blow, hundreds of daemons were shattered into psychic dust and returned to the void of the Warp.

Sigma alone repelled the attacks of countless demons. The demons resurrected quickly, but he killed them even faster.

The demons' resurrection was supposed to be endless. They were unborn beings, without a concept of life or death, capable of driving humans and other mortals to despair. But in Sigmar's hands, their "special protection" was no longer effective.

At first, the demons rose from the dead as quickly as usual, but as the battle continued, those slain by Sigmar began to resurrect more and more slowly.

Golden thunder shone on his hammer, and the pure light dispelled the corruption in the demons. Every blow not only tore their bodies apart, but also shattered the imprint of their souls.

This abnormal phenomenon terrified the demons. Their essence was not real life, but the embodiment of the chaotic realm, but even so, they had an instinctive desire to survive.

When they realized that they were not just having an ordinary game, but were in danger of real destruction, fear spread in their hearts.

The demons, who had been roaring and laughing wildly, began to hesitate. They exchanged doubtful glances with each other and whispered among themselves.

This young god holding a hammer...

In him, they seemed to see a distant figure. It was the existence that once made all of Chaos tremble, the Cursed One.

The Tzeentch wizards speculated on the scene before them, and their guesses became increasingly bold. They began to discuss whether this Sigmar... was the true ultimate weapon of the Cursed.

Even the Second Cursed One himself?

He is more like the heir of the cursed than that red-skinned, one-eyed Ogryn...

The sky suddenly exploded, a bolt of psychic lightning streaking through the darkness, as if the sky were splitting open. A violent psychic storm crushed the Gossipmongers. They didn't even have time to scream before they were reduced to ashes in the dazzling thunder.

"It seems I missed something."

A tall figure stepped out from the void crack, his body shrouded in blue-purple psychic light. He stared at Sigma with his single eye burning with wisdom and madness, his eyes full of interest and inquiry.

Magnus the Red, Primarch of the Thousand Sons Legion, the "Red-skinned, One-eyed Ogryn," came here after defeating other competitors in pursuit of the power he dreamed of.

……

Magnus looked down at Sigmar, his eyes filled with doubt. A familiar shadow emerged from the depths of his memory, a possibility that should not exist.

Was it one of his brothers? He knew that his two brothers had disappeared long ago, and his and the other Primarchs' memories of this had even been deliberately erased.

Therefore, even he, who claimed to be the most learned man, knew little about the existence of these two "brothers". But at this moment, when he looked at Sigma, he felt a vague sense of familiarity that he could not explain.

Maybe he's one of the missing brothers who has returned?

He suppressed the confusion in his heart and put on a sincere attitude.

"The Great New God,"

He said slowly, his voice low and magnetic, "I'm here to help you."

His psychic energy flowed through his words, weaving a grand vision. He pointed to the distant, magnificent buildings gradually emerging from the Great Rift. That was the artificial heavens that the Federation was creating, a new supreme celestial realm, a new divine realm that could call upon psychic energy without relying on Chaos or being affected by corruption.

"do you know?"

Magnus continued, "Once this world is fully formed, all psykers in the galaxy will be completely freed from the constraints of the Warp. Their psionic potential will no longer be suppressed, but can be truly... sublimated."

He looked at Sigmar and said sincerely, "This is the beginning of an age of gods. You are creating a miracle that surpasses my father, who was blind, deaf, and self-deceiving."

"But you need me. I am an expert in psychic powers. I can help you perfect all of this and lead all people in the Federation, and even all psychic species in the universe, to become gods."

Magnus' tone was sincere, a gamble that Sigmar would listen, or even if there was even a hint of doubt, he could sow the seeds of blind obedience in his heart.

But Sigma just stared at him coldly, without a trace of hesitation in his eyes.

"You're obviously talking nonsense,"

Sigma said calmly, "The devil's advice? Do you think I'd listen?"

His hammer spun gently in his hand, and the air trembled with the vibrations of thunder.

"You either leave immediately,"

Sigma's tone was icy. "Or, I'll let you taste the power of the Skull Crusher."

Magnus's expression darkened instantly: "You're not going to accept my toast!"

He suddenly raised his hand and gave the order, and countless Tzeentch demons and Undivided Chaos demons roared and rushed towards Sigmar, psychic flames burning on their bodies, and the boundaries of reality twisted and collapsed under their impact.

Sigmar was undaunted. He charged into the battlefield, his hammer sweeping and thunder roaring. Every blow shook the warp, and every charge shattered the demons' wails.

However, Magnus was prepared. Just as Sigmar was about to fight with all his might, an invisible force descended silently. Magnus unleashed a powerful psychic spell, and Sigmar's hammer was actually knocked away!

The next moment, Magnus mustered a terrifying psychic force, perhaps even comparable to the one he'd unleashed during the bombing of the Webway. Perhaps it wasn't something he could have accomplished on his own, but regardless, a violent impact struck Sigma. The force sent Sigma flying, sending him plummeting deeper into the Great Rift.

Magnus smiled slightly, certain that he had won, and after defeating the other contenders and the guards before him, the prize would be his.

But just then, he saw something.

In the deepest part of the rift, a magnificent building complex gradually emerged. Its outline was magnificent, its brilliance tore through the darkness, and its aura was filled with a sacred majesty that transcended the mundane.

That is the newly born realm of heaven, a brand new divine realm built by the most powerful psychics of the Federation with all their strength!

And in the very center of heaven, on the highest throne, Sigmar sat.

He no longer needed the hammer.

He stretched out his hand, and a bolt of lightning fell from the sky, piercing Magnus!

The Red Devil's screams instantly resounded throughout the entire rift.

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Chapter 175 Gods and demons should retreat and evil spirits should fear their power.

The Heaven Realm, where reality and the warp meet, is a new world built on psychic energy and the final result of the Federation's Ascension Project.

Sigmar stood in this glorious kingdom, overlooking his own realm. His body emanated golden thunder, his aura blending with the entire heavenly realm. Here, every inch of space was saturated with the aura of orderly psychic energy, a power completely controlled by him.

Thanks to Magnus's assistance, he became the first person to enter the heavens and also became the complete master of all the power of the heavens.

He is no longer the warrior who fought only with flesh and blood, martial arts and simple psychic spells. He is no longer just an imitation of the Primarch of the Human Empire. At this moment, he has surpassed that stage and become a true immortal god.

Sigma looked down at his hands. Thunder danced in his palms, psychic energy swirled through his fingertips like flowing water. He frowned slightly, as if somewhat unaccustomed to his current state. His voice boomed like thunder, tinged with self-mockery: "I feel like I'm not really human now."

Yet, his mind remains clear, his will unwavering. No matter how he changes, he remains Sigmar, the warrior who takes up his hammer and slays all enemies. He will not deny his godhood, nor will he lose it in his transformation.

Far in the Great Rift, Magnus the Red fled in panic. His body still burned, the damage from the Sigmar Thunder. The celestial thunder was no ordinary psychic attack, but a force equal to his own. It seared the Daemon Primarch's soul, unsettling the very essence of Chaos within him.

What's even more terrifying is that the power of order in the heavenly realm is spreading in all directions with the heavens as the center. It cleanses the chaotic energy produced by the Great Rift and turns the eastern half of the Great Rift into a normal universe again.

"This power should have been mine, damn Xin Lizhi, damn barbarian, damn..."

Magnus whispered angrily, his one eye filled with resentment and anger.

It seems like he was born to be a big man and all good things should belong to him. This devil really only thinks about himself.

……

There were footsteps on the stairs to the heaven. Sigma turned around and saw two familiar figures.

Grandmaster Ruoken walked steadily, but his face was pale and his breath was unprecedentedly weak. He had exhausted all his strength to build this fairyland. And on his shoulder, the nine-faced dragon god Io, the size of a small bird, rested quietly.

Ruoken gazed upon this new world, a satisfied smile on his face. "We have created our own world. From this moment on, all things dark and gloomy will become a dualism of positive and negative. This is the ultimate goal of all efforts."

From now on, the influence of the corrupted psychic entities, the Chaos Gods, will change from "inevitable" to "reversible." This is the biggest change, the overall situation has changed.

A new order was born.

……

However, the war is not over yet.

Ruoken's gaze grew sharper, and he gazed into the distance with a solemn expression: "We've been humble for long enough. Now it's time to show off."

"The Community's army is under siege by the demonic legion in the south. They won't fail even without your help, but if you can join in, we'll surely turn a small victory into a big one. Since the New Heaven has chosen you as its Lord, the decision on how to proceed is yours."

Sigma nodded slowly. "We can't miss this opportunity to strike Chaos." He clenched his fists, and boundless lightning gathered between his arms. His will permeated the entire heavenly realm, and his divine power was awakening.

On his throne, Ghalmaraz appeared without him noticing. He reached out and grasped his hammer, thunder roared, and the earth trembled.

Then, he unleashed his power.

……

On a distant battlefield, a destructive storm roared as demons besieged the Federation Legion, attempting to devour Ninghe's forces. But at this moment, a vision emerged from the center of the Federation's fleet: an unprecedented heavenly storm descended!

Psionic lightning poured down from the winds of heaven, like the wrath of the heavens, crashing down upon the Primordial Destroyer. Many demons were annihilated into pure flows of Warp energy before they could even scream.

They still "exist," but their consciousness has collapsed. It would probably take one or two eternities to reshape their bodies.

The demons' expressions suddenly changed, and they finally realized that the battle had changed.

"This is impossible... Why didn't that idiot Carlos see this?"

"The second cursed one... another of His shadows!"

In the center of the heavenly storm, a majestic figure slowly descended, and Sigmar's celestial incarnation appeared.

Sigmar was surrounded by lightning and light, and every step he took carried a might that shook the earth. Holding Ghal Maraz in hand, he fought alongside the Star Dragon Yuanbo, attacking the demon army.

The demon army fell into panic. The appearance of the second cursed one caused their morale to plummet to the bottom. No demon army obeyed the orders of the great demon anymore. They fled to the deepest part of the warp, eager to escape this battlefield immediately.

The demons' military advantage collapsed in an instant, and they had to face two powerful enemies.

How can they feel at ease with such a small number of people?

……

At this moment, the situation on the battlefield has completely reversed.

The Living Saint Celestine also had to give up maintaining the mobilization of the Cursed Legion, and took off into the air, quickly supporting Sanguinor and fighting with him against the God of the Federation.

On the other side, Carlos and Skarbrand also tacitly put aside their grudges with the Imperial Saints and each other, and prioritized the dragons and gods as their targets.

However, the demons were inevitably headed for failure.

The first to retreat was Carlos the Fate Weaver.

This great demon who was good at manipulating fate could not see what was happening in the "present", and Sigmar took advantage of this weakness. He took out the God-killing Blade from the void, which was the divine weapon that Lanord had found and given to him.

The sword flashed, and black blood splattered from the sockets of Carlos's Eye of the Future. This time, he truly "couldn't grasp the future."

Carlos roared in pain. He no longer hesitated, sold out his teammates, and fled into the depths of the subspace without looking back.

Skarbrand roared and cursed: "Coward! Liar!"

However, his fury could not change the situation. The next second, the Star Dragon Yuanbo's tail suddenly swept across, knocking Skarbrand away. He screamed and fell into the vortex of the destructive storm, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

In the sky, the Living Saints decisively retreated. Sanguinor soared into the air, attempting to escape, but at that moment, Yuan Bo, still unsatisfied, transformed back into human form, snatched Sigma's God-Slaying Sword, and threw it out.