Warhammer: Open the door! Human League players!

Chapter 105 Ether Engine, Draw Him!

From the start of the battle, chaotic demons from various demon worlds have been continuously gathering outside the node.

After the web was forcibly torn open by Forgrim using his power as a demon prince, the demons easily entered this space as warp energy rushed into the web.

As the number of demons increased, the laser beams on the warships were the first to strike them, scattering them one by one, but in an instant, those demons would revive again.

The resurrected demons were even more excited, mocking the incompetence of humans and the Eldar.

The warp is their main battlefield; unless it's a divine weapon, nothing can completely kill them.

Upon hearing Fang Yun call Slaanesh by his real name, Forgrim was both terrified and enraged.

"Arrogant!!!"

"Ignorant ant, how dare you defile the God of Pleasure and Perfection with your filthy tongue? You are not even worthy of being looked upon by Him."

To call Slaanesh by his real name and even think of summoning him is not only courting death, but also an insult to him and a desecration of pleasure.

The stripping away of essence continued. Fang Yun's actions and words seemed to have flipped a switch. Under the intense fluctuations of spiritual energy, a huge crystal pillar suddenly pierced the battlefield, crashing directly into a warship and causing it to tremble violently.

At this moment, a violent, large-scale psionic storm occurred in the warp, and due to the storm's influence, the warp near the Webpath was once again distorted.

Intense subspace energy instantly condensed into a large number of physical entities.

The physical crystals inserted into the battlefield were the materialized form of subspace energy.

More and more entities, originating from chaos, are appearing out of thin air and spreading across the entire battlefield.

Stone pillars, crystal pillars, pebbles, pure gold, silver, silk, and other rare treasures that would normally arouse greed in ordinary people have formed a beautiful yet eerie scene at this moment.

At the same time, the land formed from silk was fully created, and the warships were forcibly pulled into the ground due to the formation of the subspace matter domain.

A deafening roar and frantic whispers echoed through the internet.

"Holy crap, what happened?"

"How did it fall to the ground?"

The warships lay fallen on the ground, making the area look like a graveyard for warships.

"Is this gold?"

The players who participated in the battle were somewhat surprised by the bizarre yet beautiful scenes.

"It's quite pretty!"

Five words that could terrify any human or spirit who still retains a shred of reason.

While marveling at the beauty of the warp, even the weeping voices began to question whether these captains were still on humanity's side.

The realm of pleasure, though bizarre, possesses a strange kind of beauty.

"Is this real gold?" The players kicked at the gold coins on the ground, which was paved with gold coins.

"If this were real, wouldn't we be rich?"

A golden crown is very eye-catching.

"It's quite beautiful. Is it made of gold?"

The Demon King picked it up and gestured with it; the crown suddenly attached itself to his head.

"don't want!"

Have these team leaders become corrupt?

"This is a physical entity formed automatically by the psionic energy of these warp dimensions under the influence of the will of the warp god."

The golden crown quickly transformed into a large amount of psychic energy of desire, attempting to invade the player's mind.

"Master of Sichuan Opera, you desire eternal... bliss..." A player nearby, wielding the Sichuan Opera Master's sword, swung it down...

"I was just kidding..."

"It's alright, just be more careful in your next life!"

Their antics in the Warp filled the Astartes monks and some of the Eldar with terror: "Have they gone mad?"

"You don't feel anything?"

"It's boring."

Looking at the gold scattered on the ground, the Demon King suddenly felt a sense of boredom. He casually took off the crown and then kicked it away.

Those Eldar felt their hearts pounding.

Wearing the crown of pleasure, committing blasphemous acts, yet remaining uncorrupted by chaos, one can easily remove it and kick it away.

Who are these amazing people?

The warp is filled with endless, invisible chaotic energy, but it also has its own material territory.

This is the subspace entity realm.

Under the influence of the subspace entity realm, the warship collided with the ground uncontrollably.

Chaos aims to undermine the firepower advantage of the Human Alliance and the Eldar.

The enormous stone and crystal pillars continue to grow within the space.

Some of the stone pillars, as they grew, developed rotten flesh, pus, and various inexplicable putrid fluids.

Blood rained down from the sky, pooling together to form an ocean, in which skeletons floated and sank.

The ones who hate the Human Alliance the most are Nagoro and Slaanesh, because they were actually beaten by Fang Yunkuang.

Especially the filthy, which suffered a devastating loss that time.

The corrosion and pus are all manifestations of the power of filth.

The name of the Human Alliance had long been etched in the mind of the demon Nurgle.

Several Great Impure Beings, leading countless Chaos Demons, launched an attack on the Net Path.

There is also the Pleasure Legion from Slaanesh, those demons who crave even more extreme gratification.

The demons roared and charged toward the network node, logging into the Chaos Realm.

"Hahahaha, hahahaha." The Nurgles let out crisp laughter, as if they were playing around.

The Slaanesh demon's gleeful laughter echoed in the minds of everyone and the Eldar.

Black Sanctuary, the Tearers, the Lamenters.

Under the influence of this powerful force, their bodies were disintegrating, and their senses were amplified countless times.

Even in the act of moving, the friction between the machine and the power armor would cause unbearable pain or pleasure to the Astartes monk.

This is the power of Slaanesh; even the strong-willed Astartes cannot fight normally under Slaanesh's interference.

They might even fall into depravity.

Cyrusine hovered in the air, the holy light in her hands burning away more and more demons, and she cried out, "All of you, come within my holy light!"

"Establish a defense line with myself at the core."

"That way, we won't be misled by chaos."

The sacred power emanating from Celestine creates a large safe zone, whose main function is to help monks with wavering wills stabilize their sanity.

The Great Impure Ones led waves of plague demons to storm the battlefield, wantonly spreading plague contamination.

"Corrupt them for the sake of our loving father, offer him a gift!"

The auxiliary troops could only hide in stable positions and pray, with the purification nuns maintaining their sanity.

It can be said that on the battlefield, humanity has almost no power to resist the demon invasion.

Once the demons reach the psionic field, those humans hiding in the safe zone will still not escape the bloody slaughter and torture.

"Pleasure is forcing you to let him go!" Standing up from Fang Yun's embrace, Evelynne saw the strange changes in the entire network.

"This is the realm of chaos."

"For some reason, perhaps due to the blasphemous power of the god of pleasure, or perhaps due to the involvement of both, this place has been transformed into a realm of chaos."

"Leave it to me," Fang Yun said without wavering.

Evelyn stared intently at the man before her, his perfect physique like that of a god. She was powerless and could only place her hopes on Fang Yun.

That intense psionic energy was so warm and reassuring.

Fugrim laughed wildly and said, "This place has become the realm of chaos."

"Joy answered my prayer!"

His strength has increased!

boom!

The construct delivered a punch, and Vograim collapsed into a deep sleep.

"this one?"

"Are you laughing at your mother?"

"Oh, by the way, you don't have a mother."

As a demon prince, Fugrim was beaten like a dog by Fang Yun's construct.

The golden psionic energy continued to scorch Fugrim's body.

Forgrim was terrified.

"No, impossible. Even the Corpse King couldn't do that."

"This is nothing but a man-made object!"

"If you play too many low-level games, even your beloved Slaanesh won't be able to handle a slightly higher level of difficulty."

If the Star Purge were to come to this world, even the warp would be a minor problem.

Fang Yun had already released the positional shield, and calling out Slaanesh's real name could alert Slaanesh, but Slaanesh's influence was all on Forgrim.

Forgrim has descended upon half of his warp essence, which is the source of his power.

Moreover, this place has become the domain of the Chaos Demons.

He has now received many blessings.

Slaanesh's Blessing + Warp Storm + Pleasure Lands + Half of the Primarchs' Warp Essence + Eldar Souls + Sacrifice Ritual with the Sword of Ral.

With seven different powerful blessings, his current strength is almost comparable to his peak strength.

"Even if Horus severely injured the false emperor back then, I might be able to do the same now, ah!!!"

"If what you say is true, then let Slaanesh come out!"

"They're just idiots who've been deceived by chaos."

"It's not even certain whether He exists!"

"Or rather, pleasure doesn't exist at all!" Fang Yun kept provoking Fugrim with his words.

Fugrim roared in fury, "No, He exists! You haven't seen Him, you damned blasphemer! The Web is broken! Your army will be plunged into an endless war! You will be lost forever in the Warp!"

"You have made me imperfect, and I have lost my glory." Forgrim's face became even more ferocious.

"I will make all of humanity pay with their lives!"

Without a navigator, without the engine to leave the warp, one will remain in the warp forever.

This is inevitable.

Unless we win this chaotic war.

Winning a chaotic war in the warp is virtually impossible.

This is Forgrim's logic.

But the logic of human connections exists.

I, Renlianxingmen, will take care of this and that for you.

[New Server Launch - Online Space]

At this moment, underground in the mining city of Galun Star, there are batches of mechanical humanoids. They were all manufactured and placed underground, waiting for the moment of activation.

Now, it's time for the mechanical humanoid to be activated.

Go tell my army of robotic humans.

"Is this... a new server?"

Five thousand beta testers entered the Warhammer Universe the instant the new servers opened.

"Finally in!"

"Hehehe, my greatsword is itching for a fight! Fighting is so satisfying, fighting is so satisfying!"

Players who have just entered the game are eager for battle.

"New server, Netway Space, no wonder the queue is suddenly so much faster."

"But could you open two more servers? We want to play too!"

The mechanical humanoid legion crossed the stargate to the network node.

Tens of thousands of players suddenly poured out of every corner of the warship like locusts.

"Holy crap, is this the warp?"

"This is gold and purple, isn't it?"

""

"The floor was made of silk."

Why is this happening?

"Brother, this is a display of Slaanesh's power, the ultimate beauty of all worldly luxury."

A steady stream of mechanical humanoids poured out of the warship, their bodies shimmering with red light.

The ion-splitting blade easily sliced ​​through the demon's body, and beams of laser light pierced through the zombies.

The demons of Nurgle have begun spreading plague toward the players.

Plague... Infected mechanical humanoids... The Great Unclean One spread a large amount of plague odor across the battlefield.

This is a plague storm composed of plague and warp energy, capable of easily corroding even the toughest steel.

Unfortunately, the Human Alliance's mechanical humanoids come with a stabilizing field and anti-corrosion devices.

When corruption becomes completely ineffective, those so-called viruses...:

It has absolutely no effect!

This scene caused even the most unclean person's brain to shut down.

Wait, something's not right with these robotic figures.

Those demons killed by lightning outside the warp will quickly regenerate into Nurgle spirits killed by Astartes, and will be resurrected the moment of their death.

The Second Battle Group Commander also rushed to the Astartes Sanctuary.

She fired a bomb into the Nurgles, and with a deafening roar, hundreds of Nurgles screamed and vanished.

"Watch out, they can come back to life!"

But after waiting for a long time, these Nurgles, who should have been resurrected instantly, showed no signs of resurrection.

The final scream of Nurgle was filled with misery, pain, and hatred.

"Isn't she an ordinary person?"

"She doesn't possess a sacred weapon either."

Marshal Amarr of the Black Temple stared in disbelief at Ye Bai's departing figure.

"Marshal, look at those iron men."

Many of the soldiers and the demons killed by the mechanical humanoids were emitting piercing and terrified screams.

Demons do not scream in pain.

They would only scream in terror at the thought of death.

"The demons they killed cannot be resurrected!"

Killing demons in the real universe is not intuitive, but killing demons in the warp truly shows that these demons have been completely annihilated.

"The People's Alliance possesses a very mature force to combat chaos."

The more you understand, the more powerless you feel.

What else does the People's Federation actually control?

"Damn it, where did you guys come from?!"

He originally intended to use the demon legion to completely pull this area into the warp, whether by offering sacrifices, providing souls, or by slaughtering humans and elves to disrupt Fang Yun's thoughts, so that he could escape.

But what's going on now?

Demons were wiped out in droves; those incomprehensible mechanical humanoids were like efficient demon-slaughtering machines.

For the first time, the followers of Nurgle experienced fear.

I will die, I will die completely!

"What did you do!"

Fugrim had never seen anything like it before; someone actually dared to launch a war against the warp.

They even forced the demon army to retreat.

I said it.

""

You don't deserve it.

"Slaanesh, come!"

Physical power was suppressed by the construct, while spiritual power was suppressed by Fang Yun himself.

Fang Yun used the absolute power brought by the module to forcibly strip away the warp essence of Fugrim.

This is the essence of the Demon Prince; although it is only half of it, it is still the existence closest to the four Chaos Gods.

Once his essence is stripped away, even if Forgrim is not completely killed, Forgrim, having lost half of his warp essence, will fall into a state of eternal weakness.

Fang Yun peeled away very slowly. He was waiting, waiting for a change in circumstances, waiting for a stronger being to come and save Fugrim.

This is a gambling table, and the dealer at this table is the People's Union.

The gambler is Slaanesh, Nurgle is waiting for his chance to retaliate, and Khorne and Jaeger are his gamblers.

Everyone was placing their bets, and Slaanesh put in his biggest bet, Forgrim.

Just then, a mysterious and immense power appeared in this subspace.

At the heart of this force is Fugraim.

That mysterious power was poured into Forgrim's body.

A powerful energy surge, far exceeding the euphoric energy surge of Fugrim himself, swept across the battlefield.

When the great power appeared, all the Slaanesh demons screamed, and their power increased dramatically.

Evelynn, who had been rescued by Fang Yun, looked at Forgrim, her eyes filled with terror once more: "Something's wrong!"

"No, no, no!" Everene cried out, brandishing the Sword of Mercy in her hand, attempting to use the power of death to sever the terrifying influence of chaotic psionic energy.

The moment the immense power descended, the souls of all the Eldar on the entire battlefield were instantly devoured, except for a few Eldar like Evelynn who retained consciousness.

Or rather, all the souls of those who died in battle were devoured.

"No!!!" Everene screamed in agony.

Fugrim's ability to extract the souls of the Spirit Race was limited to the surrounding area.

The impact was significant, but not fatal to the Death Army.

completely annihilated.

But the instant the anomaly occurred, the souls of tens of thousands of Spirit Race members on the Spirit Race warship were violently extracted in an instant, and the souls of thousands of high-level warriors were also devoured.

Apart from Elaria, a few high-ranking members such as Thousand Faces, and Vess of the Dark Eldar, who remain conscious, they won't be able to hold on for much longer.

This is....

Power at the level of an evil god.

Sinister.

He actually took action himself.

Giant amethyst crystals rained down from the sky and crashed onto the battlefield. Gold and silk began to grow on the bodies of many ordinary people, or other seemingly perfect but inappropriate organs.

Fugrim's psionic reaction increased exponentially. He hovered in mid-air—no, now he was suspended in mid-air, no longer in a frantic rage, but rather a strange, unified divinity.

One finger pointed at Fang Yun, and the entire subspace power of the network seemed to be saying, "You deserve to die."

Time seemed to freeze within the net, and everything was fixed in its form.

This includes robotic humanoids protected by a subspace field.

The power of the subspace is already overloaded.

Ultimately, Slaanesh could not tolerate Fogrim being stripped of his essence bit by bit by Fang Yun.

Enticed by Fang Yun time and time again, he placed far too many bets.

Since Slaanesh's birth, he has only had one Primarch-level demon prince, namely the one standing before him, Forgrim.

Just as the Emperor couldn't stand by and beat Nurgle when Guilliman was almost corrupted, Slaanesh also stepped in.

The moment Slaanesh descended, everything within the Net lost its meaning.

The outcome of the battle rests entirely on Slaanesh.

Evelynn could no longer express her fear.

Finally, Slaanesh descended.

Fang Yun smiled.

"Ha, ha ha, ha ha ha..."

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"Finally... I've fallen for it!"

He was prepared for the possibility that he might not have attracted Slaanesh.

Whether it's the back-and-forth struggle with Forgrim, forcing him to descend, or exploiting Forgrim's weaknesses and allowing the four peddlers to invade, it's all about ensuring the prize pool continues to accumulate...

The losses became so severe that even Salamanca could not tolerate them, forcing him to intervene personally.

As the battle intensifies, the Chaos God accumulates more and more resources in order to win.

On the battlefield, countless white lights soared into the sky, converging towards Fang Yun's direction.

This is due to the chaotic nature of the Doom mod's harvesting.

The tangible psionic energy instantly locked down the entire network node.

"Since you're here, you might as well stay."

The space anchor hovered in the air, and Fang Yun appeared before the god-like Forgrim.

When Forgrim, who had been summoned by Slaanesh, looked at Fang Yun, he was filled with contempt, anger, greed, and longing.

But he didn't take Fang Yun seriously.

No matter how strong Fang Yun's spiritual energy is, he is still just a human, not a god. Even if his rank is high enough to become a god, a non-god's power will ultimately have its limits.

"Ether Engine, activate!"

"Smash him!"

Fang Yun used the warp essence of the demon killed by the player to lock onto Fugorim and simultaneously use it as the starting energy to activate the spatial anchor, all in order to connect to the Aether Engine of the Star Alliance.

Before the war began, he instructed Xiaoxi to align the Ether Engine with the space anchor.

In that instant, the entire universe felt the stinging pain of the subspace.

With the spatial anchor at its core, the network nodes exhibited an irresistible energy siphon.

Neither the Imp, the Primarch, nor the Chaos Evil God can escape the lock of the Aether Engine.

"ah!!!!!"

A seductive yet heartbreaking scream echoed throughout the entire subspace.