Warhammer 40 Spring: Loyalty of the Multiverse

Chapter 222 Human
At this moment, in this warp churning with countless souls, aside from Tzeentch's domain, the other three gods and the sun of the warp have once again reached a temporary cooperation.

The Emperor said, "Gentlemen! I think we've had some minor conflicts in the past. But now I feel we should put aside our past grievances and reconcile to restore peace to the world, what do you say?"

Sitting on his brass throne, Kong Nue looked at the hordes of demons below and for the first time showed a thoughtful expression, startling them into stopping their fighting. "I think you're absolutely right!"

Slaanesh swayed her alluring tail, flicked her index finger against her tempting lips, and said in a sweet voice, "Alright! Then I want... Emperor Brother... us!"

The Emperor: "No...you don't want to!"

The emperor refused righteously, but for some reason, he thought of what the boy had said before: "The emperor is above."

A sense of awkwardness arose spontaneously!

Slaanesh was devastated by such a clean and decisive rejection. He collapsed like a beautiful woman onto the floor of his palace, a heartbreaking sight.

The savage demons surrounding him stared in disbelief.

As always, Nagou stirred his soup pot, then scooped up a spoonful, licked it, and tasted it. A satisfied expression appeared on his face as he continued stirring, "Slowly soak it, slowly savor it!"

Then, with a wave of his hand, several Nurgles, carrying the huge, broken bowls on their heads, came to the soup pot.

The loving father scooped up a spoonful of the bubbling, bright green broth from the pot and placed it into a bowl, saying with great affection, "Have a bowl of soup first! It tastes delicious!"

Emperor, Slaanesh, Khorne…

Without hesitation, the four new gods reached an agreement and used their authority and power to bestow a new blessing upon Tiehui, who had fallen into the illusion.

Slaanesh, Khorne, and Nurgle eagerly poured their blessed energy into the body of the near-Iron Glow. Each wanted to be the first to reach the core of his soul, hoping to seize this otherworldly being's soul after the battle.

However, to everyone's surprise, a golden light suddenly flashed within their souls, and then the three gods saw the Emperor standing opposite them with a grinning expression that was extremely irritating.

Guilliman, who was fully armed on Terra and overseeing the new expeditionary fleet, suddenly seemed to sense something and looked toward the golden throne where his father sat.

The corn cobs patrolling inside the palace were momentarily stunned.

At this moment, almost all eyes were focused on the flagship of the Reflectors Warband in the Dalowa system.

Hathor was excitedly peering into the soul memories of the person whose very being had been ordered to be captured alive by divine decree from his own god.

His expression suddenly changed from surprise to stiffness, and finally to fear.

What did he see?
One after another, some mortals who were once considered gods, willingly jumped into the fire for complete strangers... fools? Or brave ones?
The intense emotional fluctuations and fierce currents resonated directly throughout the subspace.

The rose-red five-pointed star that had originally covered the spot where Tie Hui was standing suddenly burst forth with a huge, dazzling light.

"Look? I'll let you see enough, you fucking splurge!"

In an instant, everything in Hathor's world was rapidly regressing. From their present moment, they were regressing tens of thousands of years to the Great Crusade. He watched as the majestic golden figure raised a greatsword engulfed in flames, roaring as it pointed into the depths of the galaxy.

He saw billions of humans cheering, and in their rage against the aliens, he recklessly pulled the pin on a grenade, perishing together with the aliens.

The world began to regress again, regressing to a period of human existence that he did not recognize.

One after another, futuristic robots, lined up in neat rows, advanced forward in an orderly fashion. Their hand-mounted weapons constantly fired golden beams of light.

The next moment, a massive swarm of gray mist hurtled in from an unknown direction deep in space, breaking through the atmosphere and arriving on this beautiful planet, shaped by human technology. They truly resembled ancient locusts, swiftly sweeping across all the greenery and beauty, instantly turning everything into barren land.

The humans who were laughing and enjoying the scenery were frozen in their last moments.

The gray mist swept over the outermost layer of human clothing and began to dissolve rapidly, like plastic touching a flame. Then came the skin and flesh, until only a skeleton remained. Just as it was about to crumble and fall to the ground, it turned to ashes and vanished.

As it swept across a city, it brought forth a massive amount of red mist.

The next second, a continental plate comparable to a quarter of the planet was thrown into the sky by an unknown force, breaking through the atmosphere and entering the universe.

The gray fog swept in and, in a very short time, swallowed up the planet, which was comparable in size to the sun.

He saw countless ancient-looking spaceships sailing out of the Milky Way and disappearing from sight!

The world regressed once again, with one rudimentary and tiny spaceship after another rapidly advancing and expanding through the chaotic subspace.

Countless alien creatures established diplomatic relations with humans and waged war against them.

Until it expanded across the entire galaxy. The world regressed again, all the way back to the galaxy where the even more rudimentary and cramped spaceship Terra resided, aimlessly drifting and mining within asteroid belts.

Humanity is frequently engaged in internal wars!
Until finally, the world regressed even more rapidly, with the previous United Nations form of the federal government and a series of wars taking place between various countries and the original name of Terra, Earth.

Another step backward, to the so-called World War II, or World War I.

Another regression, that once-so-called ancient civilization.

Finally, they regressed to a single cell, which floated there quietly, leaving Hathor mesmerized.

He reached out to touch it, but the next second the cell suddenly changed color and began to devour Hathor like a black hole.

It was only at this moment that Hathor, who was still absorbing knowledge and had become engrossed in the origins and history of humankind, was awakened.

But it's too late!

Looking down at his body, he discovered that his power armor and his physical body were rapidly collapsing, dissolving, and dissipating.

He was terrified, frantically trying to catch the scattered specks of light in the air with his hands. "No! No! No! No—"

With a final, defiant roar to the heavens, his facial features erupted with intense psychic light, illuminating the entire cabin.

Intense psychic energy surged from his brain into his entire body. The next second, his body rapidly disintegrated, turning into specks of light and vanishing.

At the same time, this massive amount of psionic energy, with nowhere to go, surged directly towards various energy nodes along the runic circuits of the psionic array formed by the Reflector Warriors.

In an instant, at every node, whether it was the red-letter warriors or the wizards with physical bodies, everything collapsed. Countless starlight dissipated into the air.

This massive psionic surge directly disrupted the Darlowa system and all nearby subspaces.

At this moment, the sea of ​​souls surged to an unprecedented level. This scene left the emperor and himself completely dumbfounded.

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(End of this chapter)