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Chapter 255 The Black King Reappears
The four chaotic demons stared at the intruders before them.
Even if the other party comes from a higher-dimensional universe,
But such arrogance also aroused their boundless anger.

"You're too arrogant."

"Arrogant? You are the truly arrogant ones."

The dried bacon activated the longsword, and he faced four Chaos Demons alone.

"You are nothing but intangible things created and nurtured by human emotions. Now you dare to presume to interfere with the real universe and rise above humanity. Don't you know who the master is?"

“One day, we will launch an offensive against the warp, sweep away the gods, restore order, and make you pay for your past sins.”

"Remember, we are human beings, we are the children of destiny, and the universe will ultimately belong to us."

The dried cured meat took the initiative to launch an attack.

He was enveloped in a dazzling golden light.

That was the emperor's blessing and the manifestation of his primordial power.

The four Chaos Demons also launched an attack.

Dried cured meat is incredibly potent.
Even when facing the four great demons head-on, they managed to fight back and forth for a short period of time.

Zheng~
The clash of weapons produced a continuous, resounding sound.
The dissipated energy and shockwaves created impacts, wave after wave.
However, in the end, two fists cannot fight against four hands.

In the end, the dried bacon was defeated and fell heavily to the ground.

The plague virus quickly devoured his flesh and blood, causing his brand-new armor to rust.

"See you in an hour."

The dried pork looked at the four Chaos Demons and smiled, which made their faces turn grim.

These outsiders are really shameless!
"No, you belong to the loving father."

The Great Demon Nurgle roared, stretching out his fat hand to try and seize the soul of the outsider.

Other Chaos Demons also reached out, each employing their own methods to try and retain the souls of the outsiders.

However, when the player's body dissolves and their soul floats out,
But it passed straight through the outstretched hands of the four Chaos Demons and disappeared.

It's as if they've never been to this universe before!
Even when Tzeentch used ancient magic, he was unable to imprison the soul of the outsider.

It's as if nothing in this universe can touch the essence of the other's soul.

"Their souls are merely projections, not reality."

Tianqi, who was watching the battlefield, noticed something amiss.
These outsiders were far more mysterious and powerful than he had imagined.
They have an overwhelming advantage over this universe.

Just like how subspace is to the real universe.

Why would civilizations in the real universe be wary of subspace?
A large part of the reason is the immortality of the unborn.
The core essence of the Unborn lies in the subspace.

Even if their physical body is destroyed, at most they will be banished back to the subspace.

The same applies to these outsiders.
The cursed ones merely provide them with bodies.

Its essence is a projection from a higher-dimensional world.

If that's the case, it would be clearly disadvantageous for the subspace side.

How can the warp possibly win against a bunch of insurmountable outsiders?
This discovery left Tzeentch with a vague unease.

In a way, these outsiders are the gods who don't have health bars.

No matter how many times they kill these outsiders, it will be to no avail.

These creatures will be resurrected time and time again, until finally, they grow into beings that the other side looks up to.

The death of the dried pork was merely a small ripple in this large-scale battle.

Endless demons surged into the real world through the cracks, forming a massive wave.

Blood rain fell from the sky, gathering into streams and lakes.
The pungent smell of sulfur permeated the entire battlefield.

The sky had completely changed, becoming like a transparent window, clearly showing the world the surging and rolling etheric ocean.

A terrifying, mountain-sized eye and monsters that only appear in the fantasies of madmen floated in that brightly colored ocean.

Even the void itself has become terrifying.

The mist in the void merged into a figure and form thousands of times larger than a planet.
The erosion of illusion solidifies here, revealing the illusory bodies of the gods.
Satellite-sized eyes opened and closed amidst boiling steam, containing the most ancient wisdom of the universe.

The fangs, as long as the plate itself, protrude sharply, while the enormous wings, large enough to block out the sun, stretch and curl.

The crew members remaining on the Sword of Baal could only watch the four illusory figures before letting out cries of anguish.

Gods cannot be observed, not even in their shadows; they are beyond their ability to deal with.

Therefore, their brains suffered irreversible damage.

"Lower the porthole shutter."

The captain, Nivea, had blood streaming from her eyes.

Because she kept staring at the void outside.

The outside world was no longer a void, but teeming with hideous monsters.

Despite the lack of air, they still flew, their wings flapping in the void, like birds soaring through the skies of a planet.
However, they moved at the speed of void fighters, heading straight for the ship. Their speed was so fast that even the aiming array could not maintain a lock.

Some of them wore horse harnesses and dragged skull-shaped two-wheeled chariots, on which stood horned creatures with sinister smiles.

Chaos traitors' warships were mixed in among them.

After the sage's reforms, the speed, firepower, and defense of the imperial warships were all improved in an all-round way.
In terms of tonnage, Chaos warships are no match for Imperial warships.
But the enemy has the support of the warp-inhabited.

Even though it is inferior to the Imperial warships in every aspect, it can still fight on par with them.

The armored shield of the window slowly lowered.
The hymns sung by the Catholic priests blared from the loudspeakers, soothing the wounded souls of the sailors and easing their pain.

"Prepare all weapons." Nivea initiated the ship-wide communication. "Have the fleet prepare to sacrifice themselves. We must hold the orbit."

"If the situation completely collapses, all warships must do everything in their power to protect the Archangel's soul fragments. Even if we are shattered to pieces, we must send the Archangel back to Baal."

[Alert! Enemy attack on B-2 area]

[Alert! Enemy attack on area A-2]

"Send armed crews over there, set up positions in the passage, and stop them at all costs!" Nivia shouted.

The Sword of Baal was bustling with activity.

Fully armed crew members and the original Forged warriors who remained behind set out to suppress the demons that had boarded the Sword of Baal.

The mechanical priests and their servants are urgently repairing the damaged area.

The hangar was equally busy.

"For the Emperor, for the Archangels."

After performing the eagle salute, the pilot quickly boarded his fighter jet, started the engine, and headed to the fierce battlefield outside.

This fierce battle is destined to claim many lives.

But out of loyalty to the emperor, they would not back down.

On the ground, the war was equally brutal.

The Chosen Ones and the Blood Angels relied on an abandoned fortress for their resistance.

This fortress had long been abandoned.

But the Chosen Ones used dimensional space to bring in equipment such as the Geller force field generator and generators, and rebuilt the fortress.

At the same time, they also deployed a large number of artillery pieces to bombard the demonic tide continuously, weakening their offensive.

boom! boom! boom!
Mephisto stood atop the simply repaired city wall.

The sound of artillery fire was incessant, and the ground trembled slightly.
The massive cannonballs landed on the demonic tide, unleashing towering flames that devoured countless demons, reducing them to ashes.

However, this approach can only delay the demonic tide's advance; it cannot win them victory.

Mephisto looked towards the end of the battlefield.
There, the subspace and reality have intertwined.
Countless dazzling lights enveloped that area.

Demons poured out of the warp rift like a tidal wave.

Their numbers are endless, with no end in sight.

The chosen ones formed the main force of the defense.
They fought on the front lines, as if engaged in a tireless battle.

Every so often, new beams of light would appear on the battlefield.
After the pillar of light dissipates, new chosen ones will be teleported over.

They would also use dimensional space to bring in supplies to repair dilapidated fortresses and replenish ammunition for the turrets.

The Blood Angels form the second line of defense, preventing demons from destroying heavy weapons and critical facilities.

"Charge! Seize the fragments of Saint Gilles' soul!"

A Nurgle monstrous demon roared and strode heavily across the ruins.

The chosen ones on that section of the defensive line have all perished.
Corpses, corroded by plague, were scattered along the defensive line.
Every chosen one fought to the very end.
But faced with an overwhelming demon, they ultimately succumbed.

Several of the chosen ones' heads were cut off and hung on the banner by the standard-bearer demon.

New Chosen Ones are being transferred from other defensive lines to form new ones.

But before that, the Holy Blood Angels must be stopped.

The Great Demon Nurgle was followed by a horde of demons.
There were plague messengers, filthy spirits, swarms of rotting flies,

And other demons of various colors, teeming with maggots and drooling. Where Nurgle's army passed, decay followed.
Not only the flowers, plants, and trees, but even the ground surface is rotting.

"This is not a place for you. Get out."

Mephisto stood in front of the Nurgle daemon.

"Who do we have here? It's a little angel!!"

“I am the Black Death under Nurgle’s command, the third lord of the Third Lord’s Temple.”

"I smell the scent of an archangel on you. Hand him over to us."

The Great Demon Nurgle looked at Mephisto and spoke in a rotten, sickening voice.

“Don’t even think about it,” Mephisto yelled. “Go back to where you belong.”

“You’re such a disobedient child,” the Black Death shook its head. “Then we’ll have no choice but to take action.”

The demons swarmed forward, attempting to defeat Mephisto, seize the archangel's soul fragments, and destroy the Imperial forces' resistance.

"Stop those demons!" Morpheus shouted. "Don't let them destroy the turrets and generators."

The Holy Blood Angels wielded bomb guns in one hand and swords or axes in the other.
Explosions roared, swords and axes howled.
In an instant, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the scene was horrific.

"For Saint Gilles."

Mephiston raised his arms and shouted,

The scepter in his hand emitted a bright psionic glow.

As he slammed his scepter into the ground, violent black and red lightning filled the entire sky.

The rumbling sound echoed continuously, shaking the entire sky.

The lightning struck down, hitting a vast number of demons and turning them all to ashes.

“What a remarkable power,” the Black Death exclaimed. “Come into the embrace of the Father, and you will receive even more blessings and become even stronger.”

“Disgusting fat bastards,” Mephisto shouted, quoting the Chosen One’s insult to Nurgle, “How could anyone possibly want to join a bunch of stinking fat bastards like you?”

The Black Death paused for a moment, then laughed again.
"Your attack is meaningless to me."

“You’re all a bunch of fat bastards selling hooks to Tzeentch,” Mephisto yelled. “Disgusting.”

The Black Death froze, then stared wide-eyed at Morpheus, its rotting flesh trembling incessantly.

How could a human being utter such vile language?

"You will regret saying that."

The face of the Black Death turned somber, and the voice lost its gentleness.
“Even if I die, I will shout with all my might to tell every person who comes after me,” Morpheus said.

The Black Death, wielding a rusty longsword, launched an attack on Mephisto.

He wanted to chop that bastard into seven pieces, sew him back together, and force-feed him the soup meant for his loving father.

Turn the other person into a fatso you used to hate.

Morpheus and the Black Death went to war.
Psionic lightning danced, each collision releasing a powerful shockwave and creating terrifying giant waves.

Mephisto merged with the power of the Dark Angel.
Even when facing the Great Demon, it held its own, and at one point even forced the Black Death into a series of defeats.

Unfortunately, this time the four Chaos Gods did not fight amongst themselves. Instead, they worked together to defeat the human forces and seize the Archangel's soul fragments.

The current human empire has two Primarchs who have returned, and a Saint who can bring various new policies and technologies is now in charge.
If Saint Gilles were to return, the strength of the human empire would surely surge once again.

At that time, unless the rebellious Primarchs join forces again, along with the efforts of the Chaos Gods, it will be possible to suppress the human Empire.

Seeing the Black Death losing ground,
Famine, septicemia, smallpox, cholera, and other Nurgle demons joined the battle.

Even if Mephisto is incredibly powerful, he couldn't possibly fight against so many Chaos Demons simultaneously.

boom!
One mistake sent him flying hundreds of meters before crashing into the ruins with a loud bang.

“I told you, you’ll pay for this.”

The Black Death came along, ready to execute Mephisto and drag his soul into the garden of his loving father forever.

And at this time,
A spear covered in electric arcs came hurtling through the air.

In an instant, it pierced through the Black Death's obese body and pinned him to a thick wall.

Foul-smelling slime dripped down the spear, pooling on the ground and emitting a stench.

This made the scourges of septicemia and famine widen their eyes in disbelief.
A powerful demon was thus pierced through and nailed to the wall!

Could anything more outrageous happen in this universe?

At that moment, a beam of light shot down from the sky.

Instantly, a terrifying shockwave erupted, blasting away all the surrounding demons.

Clad in silver armor and with a steel halo floating behind him, Xiling descended onto the battlefield, facing several Nurgle Archdemons.

"What kind of skill is it to bully mortals? Fight me, demons!"

Xiling's voice was very cold.
Mephisto's eyes widened in surprise.

Who would have thought that Xiling, who always appears with a cute image,
Once on the battlefield, she can transform into a war goddess who fights against many great demons.

"Your race hasn't been completely wiped out yet!!"

The Black Death struggled to pull out the spear, threw it aside, and dragged his intestines to Xiling's side.

He has existed for a very long time, so naturally he knows about the Star God Clan.

This race possesses power comparable to the Chaos Gods and controls the laws of reality in the universe.

"Even if you are wiped out, our race will not be wiped out."

With a flick of his wrist, the spear that the Black Death had tossed aside flew back into his hand.

The filth on the spear shaft was burned away, restoring it to its original state.

Clearly, the spear she just threw was to stop the Black Death from attacking Mephisto.

"I also want to see whether the god who controls the material universe is more powerful, or the power of the Supreme Heaven is superior."

The septicemia chuckled, brandishing a longsword forged from demonic iron, and launched an attack on Xiling.
Other Chaos Demons swarmed forward, some brandishing weapons, others spewing out slime lather infested with deadly plague.

Xiling demonstrated the power of the Star God race.

Her entire body transformed into burning light, and she unleashed surging spiritual power, transforming it into deadly lightning and flames.
As she roared to the sky, the terrifying sound caused cracks to appear in the heavens.

The forces of the real universe are increasing, and the laws of physics are resisting the chaotic forces of disorder, driving them back to where they belong.

She blocked the Great Demon Nurgle and fought them.

Mephisto rallied, rose again, and joined the thrilling battle.

However, there were simply too many demons.
Qin Yun subsidized the smaller players, allowing them to use their faith to speed up their resurrection.

However, even if players can resurrect repeatedly, they will still find it difficult to stop the endless demons from breaking through the defenses.

"There's no other way, I have to use my summoning spell too."

Realizing he was no match for the Four Chaos Gods, Qin Yun activated his Divine State.
The power of faith, accumulated over a long period, was ignited and transformed into a raging flame.

The energy of the subspace was like that of a whale being swallowed, forming a huge vortex that surged into Qin Yun's body.

At that moment, a golden sun appeared behind Qin Yun.
Of course, gold is only a color perceived by humans.

From the demon's perspective, the newly appeared sun is black.

A terrifying light illuminated the entire surface of Signas, and countless demons screamed and fled.

The ever-changing sky was torn open by golden flames.
Countless cursed warriors fell like raindrops.

The fragment of soul in Mephisto's arms flew out and transformed into the shape of an archangel in mid-air.

The deceased offspring are reborn due to their father's wrath, and reappear before the world in solid form.

"Has the archangel been resurrected?"

"Has the guide unleashed a powerful attack?"

"Good heavens, facing the four Chaos Gods head-on!!"

“He has changed. He is no longer the guide who ate cold rations with us on the Imperial Glory.”

"........."

The players were amazed by what they saw.

Back then, they were a bunch of newbies, and their guide was a big newbie.

We have no equipment and no skills.

The current Guide is actually able to unleash a powerful attack and confront the gods of the warp!
The surface of Sighnas has also undergone astonishing changes.

Light erupted from the earth, and holy blood angels, radiating pure white light, emerged from it.
They were soldiers who sacrificed their lives in the Battle of Signas.
Now, they have been summoned back once again to fight for humanity.

P.S.: Here's 5,000 words for now, more tonight. I'm back to 10,000 words a day now.

I need to slow down the pace of updating too much; I'm not up to the task.

(End of this chapter)