Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 966 The Demise of the Eye of Fear

Loshi's will cautiously ventured into the vast and chaotic sea of ​​consciousness of the outer being, Salanoga.

The deeper he went, the more intense the shock became in his heart.

Salanoga's ocean of consciousness was a crowded, chaotic graveyard of stars, filled with countless wails and shrieks.

Countless fragments of the essence of the star god, some strong, some weak, some familiar, some unfamiliar, like broken stars forcibly stitched together, clashed, tore, and entangled with each other within the body of the outer being.

In his perception, there was "Jura the Endless Swarm," representing an endless desire for reproduction; there was "Aria the Worldshaper," containing the power to shape planets and move mountains and fill seas; and there were many more tiny fragments that he could hardly recognize, leaving only pure pain and chaotic instincts...

“Saranoga!” Losi’s thoughts carried an air of disbelief.

"Just how many of your own kind have you devoured?! Some of them were so weak they were practically insignificant. What was your purpose in eating them?!"

If the Outer Ones wanted to become stronger to devour, then they should have devoured the powerful Star Gods. The fact that so many weak Star Gods are being devoured shows that the Outer Ones' madness had already begun to emerge long ago.

The outer being's massive body trembled slightly as it traversed dimensions, and a chaotic mix of endless regret, pain, and rage surged within it.

[Deception is by Higoki, that damned laughing god. He said that the more you devour, the more you can transcend the limits and become the supreme one.]

I believed it, and I swallowed one after another, regardless of whether they were strong or weak, I treated them all the same, until I found that their voices could no longer stop in my mind...

Salanoga's thoughts were fragmented, as if each word was accompanied by countless conflicts and internal frictions within his body.

"Get them out for me, get them all out of here, let me have some peace and quiet... and I'll help you close that damn warp rift."

Upon hearing the request from the outsider, Rosie felt a sudden headache coming on.

“Salanoga, I understand your pain, but you must understand that completely separating so many different and conflicting fragments of the Star God is absolutely not something that can be done in a short time.”

"Moreover, it is the time when the great battle begins, and I cannot take the time to help you separate the Star God fragments from your body."

Loxi understood that the Outer One had long been unable to tolerate it and now wished he could return to his original state in the next moment. He had to make this mad star god face reality.

"So, you should assist me first, concentrate all your power to help us stabilize the reality structure of Kadia, push the influence of the warp back to the Eye of Terror, and completely shut down the Eye of Terror."

After that, I will do everything in my power to help you separate the fragments from your body, allowing you to regain independence and peace of mind.

[No! Help me first!] The outsider's thoughts instantly became anxious and filled with doubt.

I no longer believe in promises. What should I do if I help you and you just walk away?!

"Lies! Lies! I hate lies!" the outsider roared.

Loxi sighed inwardly; negotiating with a madman whose sanity was erratic was indeed fraught with difficulties.

He quickly adjusted his strategy and proposed a more compromise solution.

“Your doubts are reasonable, Salanoga, but look at Nyadrazasa, it trusts my promise as well, believing I will help it return to its wholeness.”

We can definitely form an alliance: you, the Burner, and me.

If I break my promise to either of you, you two can join forces to retaliate against me.

"A fully-fledged Outer Being combined with the power of a Burner—even I would be wary. Does that put your mind at ease?"

This proposal seems to have appealed to Salanoga.

In its chaotic thoughts, the rational part briefly overwhelmed pure madness and suspicion.

"Let's each take a step back. You help me suppress those voices first, so I can clear my head temporarily, and then I can help you better..." Salanoga proposed its condition.

[It's just suppression, not separation. Use your Void Dragon power to temporarily appease them, allowing me to think and control my power freely. Otherwise, in my current state, I'll only destroy everything...]

After a moment's thought, Losi realized that Salanoga's request was not without merit.

A fully-fledged Star God who is constantly in a state of madness is indeed an extremely unstable and dangerous factor.

“Okay.” Rose made the decision.

"I will try to use my power to temporarily soothe and suppress the conflicting Star God consciousness within you, and buy you some time to regain your senses."

But you must fully cooperate with me, and during this period of lucidity, unconditionally obey my strategic instructions until the Eye of Fear is closed.

[Deal made.] The outsider finally agreed to the deal.

After reaching an agreement, Losi no longer hesitated.

His silver avatar shone brightly, and the pure power of the Void Dragon began to penetrate deep into the chaotic core of Salanoga's consciousness.

It's a Void Dragon, a complete Void Dragon!

"Let me out, Magladros, save me!"

[Saranoga, that devourer, is a traitor!]

Freedom! We want freedom!

[So painful... fusion... decomposition...]

Help us... Great Void Dragon... We don't want to continue sinking like this...

The thoughts of countless fragments of the Star God, upon sensing Loxi, surged towards him frantically as if grasping at a lifeline.

Wailing, pleading, cursing, promising... a jumble of chaotic thoughts nearly overwhelmed Rosie's senses.

Imprisoned within the bodies of the outer beings, they too endure eternal mutual erosion and torment, a state infinitely more painful than being imprisoned by the undead in the hypercube labyrinth.

"Silence!" Rosie's will began to spread.

He exuded a calming power while simultaneously sending a clear signal.

“I know your pain, and I promise to do my best to help you, but for now, you must remain quiet, follow my guidance, and temporarily quell the conflict.”

Only by helping Salanoga stabilize and resolve external threats can we have the opportunity to safely separate you all in the future.

Your continued resistance and unrest will only condemn you to eternal torment within the consciousness of the outsiders.

Loxi brought a glimmer of hope to these devoured fragments of the Star God.

For fragments struggling in eternal agony, even a sliver of hope is enough to temporarily suppress their madness.

With Roche's continued efforts and reassurance, the turbulent sea of ​​consciousness, filled with countless voices, began to gradually calm down.

The brutal conflict subsided, the piercing cries turned into low sobs, and the chaotic thoughts were forcibly smoothed and organized by a powerful external force of order.

For Salanoga, the outsider, this was an indescribable luxury experience he had forgotten for countless years.

The endless clamor and tearing that had been emanating from its body ever since it began devouring its first kin was rapidly diminishing, like the receding tide.

A long-lost, chilling tranquility began to spread from the depths of its consciousness.

[Silence...] Salanoga's thoughts trembled with an almost greedy intensity. [Really... silence...]

Even its enormous body becomes more stable when traversing dimensional space.

Although this tranquility is temporary and is the result of suppression by external forces, it is still incredibly precious for a being that has been tormented by madness for millions of years.

"How are you feeling, Salanoga?"

"Time spent sober is precious; we should keep our promise."

Those on the outside responded with silence.

Loshi's avatar guided the outer beings, swiftly traversing the final stretch of dimensional space.

When that shadow of darkness, devouring light, accompanied by the silver radiance of Loxi's avatar, suddenly appeared at the edge of the Kadia star system.

Throughout the entire Kadia battlefield, both the Order and Chaos factions felt an unprecedented tremor.

The power of the rules of the real universe was once again amplified and strengthened after Salanoga arrived on the battlefield.

In the void, Lothie's true form, along with the newly transformed Overlord Danteok and the further enhanced Burner Niadrazasa, all raised their heads simultaneously.

“The time has come.” Rosie’s voice was calm, but it conveyed a strong and inspiring confidence.

The next moment, the three Star Gods, standing at the pinnacle of the real universe, released their complete rule authority without any reservations.

Lothie, the master of the Void Dragon essence, represents the ultimate embodiment of mechanics, technology, and rationality in the material universe.

A silvery radiance spread out from him like mercury, completely blocking out the whispers of the subspace, forcibly organizing the chaotic energy, and firmly locking down the physical constants.

Danteok, the newly born ruler, wields the power of "rule" over matter and energy.

A deep blue halo spread out in layers, as if issuing an absolute command to the turbulent universe.

Gravity was tamed, electromagnetic force was regulated, and the strong and weak nuclear forces began to operate stably.

Within his sphere of influence, all rules become "obedient" and "precise".

Salanoga, the Outer One who has temporarily regained its peace, did not release any fancy lights or shadows, but simply floated there quietly. Its very existence was like a huge "anchor of reality" that constantly sucked up disorder and madness.

Under Rosie's coordination, the three different celestial powers resonated and amplified in a wondrous way. The originally incredibly fragile rules of reality, infused with the power of the celestial gods, became resilient once again.

A massive wave of reality, centered on Kadia, is irresistibly advancing toward the Eye of Fear.

Faced with this wave, the originally raging subspace storm melted away as quickly as ice and snow under the sun.

Those colorful, twisted cracks began to rapidly shrink and heal.

The veil separating the subspace from the real universe, which had become as thin as a cicada's wing in the Eye of Fear region, is now becoming thicker and more resilient at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Do not--!"

A bloodthirsty freak of Khorne roared in despair as it sensed the warp energy sustaining its existence being rapidly drained away. Its form began to become unstable, as if it might vanish like smoke at any moment.

It tried to continue swinging its battle axe, to cut off the head of the Space Marine in front of it, and then use the head to please the great Blood God, but its power weakened, it was instead directly beheaded by its opponent who seized the opportunity.

The Slaanesh demons no longer emitted seductive moans, but agonizing screams. The intensification of the rules of reality transformed the ultimate pleasure they perceived into ultimate pain, and they lost the ability to derive pleasure from suffering.

The corrupted legions of Nurgle withered and decayed at a visible rate, their flesh and blood unable to maintain a normal state under the rules of the real universe.

The psionic flames on Tzeentch's freaks began to die out. The tricks and sorcery they attempted to use became ineffective and even backfired under the suppression of the rules of reality.

Every member of the Chaos Army, regardless of strength, instinctively retreated in panic towards the deeper reaches of the Eye of Terror, closer to the origin of the warp.

The four Chaos Gods realized this, and their anger and urging, projected through the rift, now seemed pale and powerless.

Their power is indeed formidable, but their influence is greatly weakened and isolated in the face of the solidified barrier of reality formed by the combined efforts of three complete star gods.

"Now! All troops, attack! Retake the lines! We will bring the flames of war into the Eye of Fear!"

Ryan Johnson seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and, without the slightest hesitation, immediately issued the order for a general offensive.

The dimensional engines of the battle planet roared, propelling these enormous void fortresses toward crushing the retreating tide of demons.

Prior to this, these battle planets had always been in a defensive posture; however, battle planets were not only the strongest shields, but also the sharpest spears.

The Aedalin's Blackrock Fortress also advanced in tandem, its anti-spiritual energy field superimposing upon the solidified reality barrier of the Star God, amplifying the effect and creating an unparalleled protective umbrella for the Order Alliance.

The Imperial Fleet, the Astartes Legion, the Eldar Fleet, the Orc War Moon... all forces are now gathered together, launching a powerful all-out attack on the retreating Chaos army!

……

In the heart of the Chaos Army, the Shadow Lord Bilak stood atop a twisted ruin, his crimson eyes fixed on the avalanche-like collapse of the battle lines and the ever-shrinking edge of the Eye of Terror, which was being swallowed up by reality.

Its body, composed of shadows and fury, thrashed violently due to extreme resentment.

"It failed...it still...failed..."

Bilarak's voice was low and hoarse, filled with an unbelievable sense of defeat.

With the joint leadership of the four Chaos Gods and the participation of countless Chaos Demons, they gathered such a massive force that they were about to destroy Cardia and tear the galaxy in two, but at the last moment, they failed!
"Bilak, we have to retreat!" the Weaver of Fate Carlos screamed.

"The structure of reality has been completely locked down by those damned star gods! The veil is being restored. If we stay any longer, we will all be completely annihilated and exiled by the laws of reality. Rather than that, we might as well leave with some dignity."

Not far away, Rain Father Rotigos let out a muffled sigh, like a rotting bellows.

Countless Nurgles shattered beneath its feet due to the amplification of reality's rules, turning into a pool of foul-smelling pus. It could only helplessly collect the pus, hoping to resurrect them in the Plague Garden.

"Retreat...back to the highest heavens..."

Birac practically spat out those words through gritted teeth. It knew Carlos was telling the truth, and that continuing to resist would only increase losses and was pointless.

It wasn't really concerned about the outcome of the war; what it cared about was whether the four Chaos Gods would immediately unleash their punishment if it lost.

After all, for the Four Gods, who are extremely petty, it would be completely out of their nature not to find someone to take the blame for this great failure.

Birac no longer cared whether it could continue to receive the blessing of the Four Gods; it only hoped to become one of the Four Gods' Chosen again and take back control of its destiny.

"The war between reality and the highest heavens is endless. We will eventually return, and when the universe weakens again, it will be the end of humanity and these pitiful beings." Birak could only curse bitterly, thus expressing his resolve to the gods.

Filled with endless resentment and vicious curses, Bilak, Carlos, Rotigus, Sharasi the Demon, and other Chaos Archmages began to gather their remaining elite legions and retreat into the depths of the warp, a place teeming with endless malice and chaos.

Having lost its leader and most of its elite forces, the Chaos Demon Army was plunged into utter chaos and despair. Under the fierce counterattack of the human alliance, it was purified and annihilated in large numbers.

The human alliance advanced with unstoppable momentum, not only quickly recapturing the first line of defense that had fallen, but also following closely behind the retreating demons, launching an advance into the depths of the Eye of Terror, which once symbolized despair and destruction!
The enormous subspace rift that had once expanded and devoured the galaxy began to blur at its edges and its range visibly shrank under the continuous suppression of the three star gods' power.

……

Just as the Eye of Fear was shrinking, the fierce battlefield deep in the warp was also undergoing a decisive turning point.

In the vast and boundless void of the High Heavens, the human god-emperor's subspace entity, burning as brightly as a star, was single-handedly confronting four immense wills representing chaos.

Under His radiant light, countless warriors of the Cursed Legion fought against the endless waves of demons, with countless souls being annihilated or reborn in the roars at every moment.

Beside the God Emperor, two enormous green figures stood out conspicuously.

Gao Ge and Mao Ge, these two orc gods, are currently indulging in waaagh in the divine realm of the four evil gods in a way most in line with orcs!

Brother Gao wielded a rough machete larger than a mountain, and with each slash, he shattered a large part of Tzeentch's crystal labyrinth of trickery and lies.

Mao Ge was even more cunning. Sometimes he would sneak into the slimy depths of the Garden of Nurgle and overturn and destroy the cauldron that the Father had carefully prepared. At other times he would appear in the extremely luxurious halls of Slaanesh's Palace and make a ruckus among the pleasure-seeking Keepers with deafening war cries and savage trampling.

Those green-skinned orcs who died in the material universe and whose souls returned to the side of Brother Mao regarded this place as the best place for a massive brawl.

They rode wildly designed steel chariots, rampaging through Khorne's brass fortresses and Tzeentch's crystal labyrinth.

For them, death is nothing more than returning to the leader's side, picking up their weapons, and continuing the fight.

"Hahaha! These shrimps did a pretty good job!" Brother Gao punched a whole squad of bloodthirsty berserkers away and grinned in the direction of the God Emperor.

"Those big golden-haired guys actually managed to plug that huge hole, something even we couldn't do."

Mao responded in a high-pitched, impassioned voice: "That's right! These human sprouts always manage to come up with something new, that's awesome! That's waaagh! And now that Vulcan is also in contact with us, that's enough!"

The Emperor's immense will swept across the battlefield, sensing the irreversible healing of the Eye of Fear in the material universe. For the first time, his usually solemn face revealed undisguised mockery and the sharp edge of victory.

"Can you feel it? You self-proclaimed 'gods' who think you're high above and can manipulate everything? Have you tasted the bitterness of defeat?"

The God-Emperor's voice boomed like billions of thunderbolts in the subspace, and the ever-increasing golden light forced the shadows of the four gods to retreat.

"Even if you unusually set aside internal strife, unite as one, and devote all your efforts, the outcome is already predetermined—you have failed!"

Faced with the God Emperor's mockery and the retreating situation on the battlefield, the four Chaos Gods did not continue to be furious, but instead fell into an eerie silence.

"Failure? What a fragile and ridiculous concept."

Tzeentch’s whisper slowly rose. For Him, the success of the plan was certainly a good thing, but the failure of the plan was also part of the change.

"You can win a thousand victories, but just one defeat... just one defeat, and everything will be ruined."

We can endure countless failures, but a single success is enough to drag everything into an abyss of eternal damnation.

"Moreover, the insatiable hunger of the Tyranids, the impending civil war among the Necromancers, and even the Dark Lord who will eventually be awakened due to the self-destructive tendencies hidden in the human heart... variables still exist, and the Great Game will continue forever."

The intertwined wills of the four gods convey a common core message:

For subspace entities that transcend the concepts of time and a single universe, the failure of a material universe battle is far from the end; they have endless patience and countless opportunities to try again.

“Moreover,” Tzeentch’s will suddenly became playful.

"Your expeditionary force, which dared to cross the cosmic passage in an attempt to find other universes... has already exposed its existence."

The shadow of chaos follows like a shadow, the curse never fades with distance, and this great game will never end unless one side is utterly annihilated!

Despite the evil curses of the evil gods, the God-Emperor's radiance remained unshaken.

"How narrow-minded your view of humanity is!" The God-Emperor had a different opinion.

"Although you were born from the waves of countless lives and emotions, you can never understand the vastness of human potential and beliefs."

The spark of humanity has long been sown throughout the heavens and the myriad worlds; how could you possibly corrupt the brilliance of human nature?

As long as our faith remains, humanity, and all races that yearn for order, will ultimately purify you corrupt beings on every battlefield!

Seemingly realizing that the investment in the material universe was irreversible, and that continuing to maintain the enormous subspace storm would only be a futile waste of power, the four massive wills, after exchanging their last malevolent thoughts, began to recede like a tide.

The torrent of chaotic energy that had been surging from the depths of the subspace and crashing against the barriers of reality suddenly weakened and subsided.

Having lost the continuous support of the primordial power of the subspace, the Eye of Terror, which was already suffering repeated defeats under the power of the three celestial gods in the material universe, met its final fate.

The tide of reality's rules, like an irresistible cosmic will, completely engulfed the last remaining subspace rift.

The enormous crack that once stretched across the Milky Way like a grinning maw began to rapidly heal and repair itself.

Distorted light and shadow were replaced by the normal starry sky, and blasphemous whispers were swallowed by the silence of the universe.

Finally, witnessed by the Imperial fleet, the Eldar ark, the Orc war moon, and the Necromancer world engine, the enormous scar left over from the ancient war, which had tormented the galaxy for millions of years, slowly disappeared from sight.

Only the remnants of the demon world, once swallowed by the Eye of Terror and now seen again, silently tell the story of the horrors that once unfolded here.

(End of this chapter)