Infinity: Our Zhongzhou team is really amazing!

Chapter 727 When all hope is lost, the Zhongzhou Team takes the stage.

Faced with the Four Chaos Gods, those Chaos Supremes who had accumulated power over countless years, the Emperor was clearly outmatched.

Although the Emperor could fight an evil god in a one-on-one situation.

It's one against four now.

This is an asymmetrical war.

The same applies to the real universe.

Even though the Endless One, Tarashin, staked almost his entire fortune, even though two orc tribes joined the war with their own provisions, even though the Spirit Race's Laughing God gave the Death Army a warning, Evereya traveled thousands of miles to set aside old grudges and support the human empire.

But in the end...

It could not withstand the collapse of the chaotic heavens.

When the belated East Sea Team led the Tau fleet to Cardia, at least half of the Tau people went mad in an instant upon witnessing this war that far exceeded the limits of their imagination.

This is a picture of the deepest level of the universe.

This is the deepest darkness in the universe.

Titanium shouldn't have come into contact with it so early, but under the coercion of the East Sea team, they encountered the five gods of the subspace before they even realized what the subspace was.

This is like primitive people who have just emerged from primitive society seeing the Trisolaran fleet.

The fleet was thrown into chaos instantly, with large numbers of soldiers mutating, going mad, and killing each other.

Miyata Kuraki was also in despair: "Why did this happen?"

Seeing the massive celestial-level warship and the Black Rock Fortress pressing down on Kadia, along with the five enormous, towering figures that spanned the galaxy and far surpassed even the stars, even the usually arrogant Logandao was momentarily speechless.

"What should we do?" Minami Yoji narrowed his eyes, his Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan spinning continuously within them.

“That must be a god,” Roger said, taking a deep breath and pointing in that direction.

"The Four Gods and the Emperor have all entered the fray."

"This is the final battle."

"But--"

"Why now?!"

“The titanium is ruined.” Miyata Kuraki dared not look directly at the Four Gods anymore; he sighed as he saw the chaotic fleet.

I never imagined that the titanium I painstakingly brought over, hoping to steal the credit, would be wasted like this.

If Luo Gandao hadn't activated the AT field, even from that distance, they would have instantly fallen.

The Titanic fleet, mostly composed of light strike cruisers, was participating in such a terrifying level of warfare, much like a small boat directly participating in the Trisolaran War.

On the battlefield now, apart from the Zerg not joining the fray, there are Orks, Tau, Terrans, and Eldar.

Races that frequently appear on the grand stage of the galaxy in the real universe have stood together for the first time in history to fight against chaos.

This is a situation that has been unimaginable since the establishment of human empires over the past ten thousand years.

But none of the orcs, elvens, tauren, or humans on the battlefield held onto past grievances; they could only grit their teeth and face the ever-growing tide of demonic armies together.

Of course, none of this matters.

The direct clash between the five gods has transformed this star field into a subspace ocean.

Gardens, labyrinths, battlefields, stages, and thrones—symbols that are constantly born, grow, and perish throughout the world.

The terrifying waves deterred all races from approaching, yet their souls were still being continuously drawn into the vortex.

The Emperor could not protect the humans who were right next to him, and of course, the Four Gods could not protect the demons who were caught up in the sun.

"Captain, we should go," Mitsui said calmly.

"We are here for no reason."

"The Zhongzhou team will not arrive for another hundred days."

"If we fight the evil god head-on now, we will only bring about our own destruction."

"Run? Where can you run to?" Luo Gandao chuckled.

"Since we're already here, let's have a fight."

"This isn't my style."

Luo Gandao patted Miyata Kuraki on the shoulder: "From now on, you will be in charge of the team for the time being."

Before he finished speaking, his body floated into the air, and the spaceship directly passed through the thick Cambridge and rushed out into the universe.

In an instant, the massive Unit-01 lit up behind him, with an angel's halo above his head and twelve enormous wings of light spreading behind him. He charged into the Chaos Warband's warship at a speed almost invisible to the naked eye.

Instantly, his light wings shattered the giant ship protected by the Geller force field and the void shield, and a series of silent implosions announced his arrival.

A great deal of chaos was drawn to his attention.

Several demon lords surrounded him, followed by an endless army of demons.

Using his battleship as a springboard, Luo Gandao single-handedly blocked the chaotic onslaught.

However, on the entire battlefield, only Luo Gandao, a fourth-tier cultivator, could withstand the repeated attacks of several demon lords, but he could not withstand the endless force of chaos.

Tarasin was both extremely excited and terrified, emotions that had never occurred in his mechanical routine.

This time, I originally intended to collect Abaddon, but I never expected to participate in another battle for heaven.

This rebellion was more intense, more unexpected, and more devastating than the one that shattered the hopes of the human empire ten thousand years ago.

At that time, it was just a civil war within the human empire; the four gods did not personally intervene, but merely lured Horus into it.

This time, the actual participants in the battle include five gods, countless great demons, numerous evil spirits, the Eldar, Orcs, and Space Kings who stand on the side of humanity, as well as the newly emerging Tau. It is definitely on the scale of the War of Heaven a million years ago.

There are so many scenes worth recording, so many treasures worth collecting.

The veteran soldiers and even the Imperial Guards that he had previously treasured in his collection room were no longer of any importance on this battlefield.

And those reincarnators, that enormous, godlike mecha warrior.

But Tarachin was already thinking about escape routes. The war was escalating, and if the Emperor were to be killed by the Four Gods, the real universe would definitely be in serious trouble.

Although he is curious enough and willing to help humanity, it doesn't mean he's willing to risk everything.

As the cold sun rose slowly, four towering figures simultaneously stretched out their arms, pressing Him firmly to the spot.

Far away in Terra, the Royal Guard watched in horror as the Emperor struggled on his golden throne, a sinister black flame burning beneath the golden shell, seemingly about to reveal his despairing nature.

The Emperor can choose to stand up and let the Dark Lord appear.

However, once the Black King appears, humanity will lose all hope, and this war will be meaningless, becoming merely a microcosm of the eternal war in the warp.

Kaul was filled with despair as he looked at Neos, whose hair was now gray.

"Is there still hope?"

Niels, who was nearing his physical and mental limits, felt he might faint at any moment, but he dared not let himself faint.

The East Sea team's entry eased the situation considerably. Perhaps it was because the Four Gods had stopped interfering with the subspace after leaving the field, and a large number of support troops had arrived, allowing him to finally catch his breath.

But none of this mattered; if the emperor failed, they would surely die.

There are 123 days left, 123 days that can never be reached.

The cold, golden sun expanded violently under the pressure of the four gods, its originally fierce radiance being squeezed and distorted, like a piece of gold foil about to explode.

But four towering pillars were firmly nailed around Him, representing the rage of the Blood God, the decay of Nurgle, the cunning of Tzeentch, and the decadence of Slaanesh. The four pillars were like the Five Finger Mountain of the Buddha, pressing down one inch at a time, dimming the sun's brilliance. Even the subspace was crushed by this weight, emitting mournful cries.

The originally pure golden light began to seep out wisps of black smoke from its core.

The smoke wasn't the usual gray-black; it was a writhing, inky mist that seemed to be alive, creeping outwards along the shimmering patterns.

Niels clenched his fists, blood dripping from between his fingers, but he was completely unaware.

Despair pierced my heart like an icicle, and I seemed to hear faint, treacherous laughter.

He once thought he could see through the threads of fate and predict the outcome of this duel, but now he realizes that the so-called spying was nothing more than an illusion bestowed by fate.

Those who think they can control the direction are ultimately just pawns on the chessboard of fate.

Even emperors are no exception.

Within the web woven by the four gods, He is not the savior, but merely a part dragged into darkness, nourishment for the soon-to-be-born Black King.

In less than a minute, not even a few breaths, the blackened sun will completely collapse, and the emperor will fall into darkness amidst the whispers of the four gods.

When Slaanesh was born, his first cry, which echoed throughout the Warp, caused the entire Eldar civilization to perish in a frenzy.

What about the Black King's first roar at the time of his birth?

He dared not think about it, yet the images kept appearing in his mind.

The planet ruled by humankind crumbles in darkness, Terra's golden palace is swallowed by inky mist, and trillions of humans succumb to despair, becoming servants of the Black King.

Then the galaxy will burn, planets will explode in the Black King's rage, and finally even the warp will be swept away by this darkness. All the Chaos Gods and alien races will be reduced to dust in the Black King's revenge.

That's not the end; it's an apocalypse more terrifying than the arrival of chaos.

Does Chaos mean it would rather see the Black King born than allow the Emperor to have enough rationality to unite with the Central Continent Team?

How important this is.

It was my fault; I failed to protect it.

I have let down the Zhongzhou team's trust in me.

His mood became increasingly depressed.

The cheers of the four gods grew louder and louder; they had already secured victory.

All the demons stopped and began to cheer for this war that would decide everything.

All of humanity bowed their heads, despair filling their hearts.

The emperor lost.

"No one can save the real universe... no one..."

The pillar of heaven, weighed down by the four gods, seemed to grow even heavier.

Despair seeped into water like ink, instantly staining every nerve of existence.

Astartes, a veteran of a century, was trembling. Even the most frenzied orcs stopped roaring, and a bewildered fear crept into their eyes.

The Death Army and Titanium can no longer hold out and are about to escape.

The end is near.

No one can save the world.

Just then, "Clang—!"

A clear and ancient bell suddenly rang out.

It didn't come from any corner; it seemed to drift from the source of time, carrying the power to penetrate everything.

The moment the bell tolled, time seemed to freeze.

The four divine pillars stopped in mid-air, and the emperor's blackened radiance ceased to spread.

Even the turbulent etheric currents churning in the subspace froze, and the entire universe fell into a stillness where only the sound of a heartbeat could be heard.

The blue, cunning bird head trembled violently, its previously shifting outline freezing instantly, as if all its cunning had been stripped away, leaving only extreme terror.

He screamed in agony, his voice trembling with despair: "They're here!"

"They're really here!"

Niels subconsciously looked down; the countdown on his wristwatch clearly showed 123 days.

Then, time flew by.

Five seconds until the Zhongzhou team arrives.

[Four seconds]

[Three seconds]

[Two seconds]

[The Central Continent Team entered the Warhammer world on their own, and the entire team lost 10,000 reward points.]

【Zhongzhou Team——】

[Arrival]

Neos's eyes widened; he almost forgot to breathe.

They... they violated the law of the descent of the Supreme God?!

The battlefield suddenly became extremely quiet.

Whether it's a demon covered in blood, a human soldier gritting his teeth and holding on, an orc carrying a giant axe, an Eldar warrior wielding a gun, or a Tau who has just awakened.

All races and all factions seemed to have been put on pause.

They stood frozen in place, their eyes quickly shifting from blankness to fear.

An ancient fear that surges up from the depths of the soul, from the genetic imprint.

What is that?!

boom--!
A massive runic array suddenly tore apart the barrier between heaven and earth and the subspace.

Golden rune grids flowed through the void, forming complex patterns far beyond the understanding of chaos and humankind. The light pierced through the shadows of the four gods' pillars, dyeing half the battlefield a holy gold, and even darkness retreated step by step under this light.

Then, everyone saw it.

A magnificent super warship, bathed in the glow of a magic array, streaked across the void like a shooting star and crashed into the battlefield.

Compared to the Empire's mobile cathedral, it was a warship of unimaginable beauty, with a huge rune on its bow. As the rune rotated, even the surrounding space rippled, the ethereal energy of the warp was burned away, and the curtain of the real universe rose again.

Warships are like a world unto themselves.

It appeared in the universe without warning, hovering between the Four Gods and the Emperor, like a move from outer space that suddenly entered the chessboard, breaking all the balance.

"impossible."

These three words exploded in everyone's mind almost simultaneously.

Neither the servants of the Chaos God nor the remnants of the human empire could believe their eyes. There was no trace of warp jump, no energy warning; the warship seemed to have "squeezed" in from another universe.

Before the shock had even subsided, a second, a third, a fourth…

More than a dozen streamlined warships emerged one after another from the halo of the magic array.

The second warship was clearly larger and more imposing than the lead one.

It resembles a super warship built from countless universes, capable of suppressing the diverse. The ferocious blue dragon on its bow is like a primordial beast, looking down on the world.

They lined up in the void, the runes on their bows lighting up simultaneously, the pale blue light weaving into a huge net of light that enveloped the entire battlefield.

This is a super fleet that only a super civilization spanning multiple dimensions could build. Even the Necromancers, the strongest physical beings in the Warhammer world, are far inferior to them.

At least, Tarasin only glanced at the rune, and the processing center almost burned down.

The battlefield fell into a deathly silence. The pillars of the four gods ceased pressing down, the Emperor's dark radiance stopped spreading, and all beings looked up at the suddenly arriving fleet, bewildered.

"What is that?" War General Abaddon was the first to react, roaring.

"Fire!"

Immediately, the Vengeance Souls battleship fired all its macro guns and torpedoes.

Immediately afterwards, thousands of Chaos warships also began firing their weapons.

A dense barrage of bullets rained down on the warship that had entered the battlefield.

But the next moment, a huge magic circle lit up.

The fleet vanished without a trace.

All attacks missed.

Then, the fleet reappeared in another direction.

Short-distance spatial jump?
"What is this?" Abaddon's eyes widened.

This place is filled with the subspace, and all space and time are dominated by chaos. Even the undead cannot move through space.

But they did it...

Could it be?

Could they be...?

"Zhongzhou Team!!"

All the forces and beings who knew this name uttered it with incredibly complex emotions.

Zhuang Boshi stood in the void of the universe, with Zheng Zha standing shoulder to shoulder with him.

"It's quite lively."

He pointed to the five glittering lumps of deities: "Have the five gods already begun to manifest?"

Are we late?

"No, we're too early." Chu Xuan appeared between them.

"It arrived 123 days early."

Chu Xuan looked at their four imposing figures, especially the blue figure, who let out a contemptuous sneer.

"Unless they want to solidify the situation before we even arrive in this world."

"Unfortunately, they miscalculated."

(End of this chapter)