Hawks from the Land of Light are calling me a dove and an undercover agent in the chat group.

The faint flame gained more power, transforming from a match-like spark into a candle, a burning stove, a celebratory fire, and finally into a spreading darkness that drove away all injustice and unfairness.

While these faiths cannot compare to the state religion in terms of numbers, they are far purer and completely free from any contamination.

At this very moment, when the god they worship returns to 40, then it is time!

"Praise be to my God, merciful and compassionate, supremely benevolent, light of salvation. Miracles are synonymous with you; your name brings more direct radiance than the word 'hope.' Sorrow vanishes, despair recedes. Laura."

"You may not be invincible forever, you may not be undefeated forever, but I will never change my faith in you because of your strength or weakness. You are the god we love, because you love us deeply, and your spirit teaches us. We are the extenders and practitioners of your will."

"I, Luo Jia Aurelion, hereby respectfully beg my god, Ultraman Kasa, please do not be harmed by those chaotic false gods, and return in triumph. My god, please forgive my selfishness, I wish I could be your offspring... Father, I love you!"

Loka Aurelion, begin your prayers!

Led by him, the entire Legion of Word Bearers, as well as the very few who believed in Ultraman who appeared after the change of history throughout the galaxy, immediately began to pray collectively.

The beliefs in the Warhammer universe are real and powerful.

Kasa raised his hands, letting the power of faith flow around him and enter his body.

This is different from when he entered the limited-time Shining Form in the Three Heroes' timeline, fueled by the cheers and encouragement of the people. This isn't a matter of willpower, but rather a genuine power of faith due to the characteristics of the subspace. It's fixed, used once and for all, and won't automatically disappear after a battle. 7

This is light.

Although it is not light in the conventional sense, but a light more special than that of other places, since it brings together people of all races here who want to make the world a better place and are willing to show each other compassion, then it is undoubtedly a true light!

"I love you all too, Luojia Aurelion, I love you too..."

Kasa was extremely gratified. These powers were not the key. Luo Jia was willing to do good, and even led others to do good, to take back those good things from the chaotic gods, and to gradually bring out some good qualities in people. This is the best person, the most worthy of being loved.

Ultimate power naturally began to manifest within Kassadin.

This is the ultimate level, a realm he would not reach for at least five thousand years.

Before that, if he wanted to confront the ultimate-level Dark Zetton created by the combined efforts of the Chaos Gods, he would have to unseal the Ultra Bell and use this sacred artifact of the Land of Light to weaken Zetton's power.

But it's no longer needed.

"Chaos God, Zetton, come and die!"

Ultimate Okasa, making a grand entrance!

……

"This is impossible!"

The Fallen Loka Aurelion's face was contorted, his teeth clenched in a state of chaotic bewilderment. What was this?

What exactly does this mean?

Could it be that Ultraman is indeed the true and only God, while the Chaos Gods are actually false gods? If so, then what exactly is he, this man who admires strength?

"That's impossible, ha, ha ha ha!"

"Regardless of whether Ultraman Kasa is the only true form or not, putting Him aside, you! Luo Jia, do you think I don't know who you are? You are me, and I am you. The essence of my faith is admiration for strength. I believe in whoever is stronger, and you are naturally the same!"

"Luojia, you can't hide it from me, you can't fool me. If a new being emerges that is stronger than Ultraman Kasa, you will abandon it, absolutely!"

The fallen Luo Jia angrily questioned, wanting to make his other self recognize himself, his words piercing to the heart.

However, Luo Jia only looked at him coldly and pityingly: "Pitiful."

"What?" The Fallen Luo Jia was stunned. "You're saying I'm pitiful?"

“Isn’t that right?” Luo Jia retorted. “You have no idea what a true god is like. I did admire strength before, but in the process of deciphering the traces of information left by my god and my father, I realized that the pursuit of power is endless.”

"There are always other things that are superior to strength. Strength was indeed the starting point of my faith at first, but now it is no longer the principle by which I believe in my god. Don't confuse us, pathetic Luojia."

"If my god is defeated, then I will only stand in front of him without hesitation and take the fatal blow for him, nothing more."

Luo Jia said with compassion, shaking her head slightly, "Unfortunately, you have no chance to turn back. Let me send you on your way, my other self."

The fallen Luo Jia, his defenses breached, cursed, "Will we win? Hah!"

"I'm the one who will win! You're the imposter, you're the challenger!"

His logic—that he must kill this new Luojia to solidify his belief in the power of the strong—was not wrong.

"kill!"

Despite the shock and disbelief, the battle could not wait any longer. With the roars of the Fallen Loka and the Weaver of Fate Carlos, the new Word Bearers clashed with Tzeentch's army!

Similar scenes also appeared in other places at the same time.

"Healing the dying and healing the wounded—that is the true Death Guard. Mortarian the Fallen, feel the unyielding will and medical skills of our God Nurgle!"

The newly formed Mortalian, leading the Death Guard whose members were all masters of medicine, stood in front of the Nurgle army led by the Fallen Mortalian and the Nurgle's chief archduke, Korgath.

The now-unconventional Peturabo led a group of true iron-willed warriors to stand before the unconventional Peturabo.

Magnus, now the network administrator, led the Thousand Sons, a warp cleansing force, to block the path of the Fallen Magnus and the Chaos Demon.

The noble phoenix Forgrim, wearing the mask of the Giant of Light, led his perfect sons, standing in the way of the fallen Forgrim and the Slaanesh army led by the Slaanesh archdeacon.

Everything is completely different now!

Chapter 27 The Four Chaos Gods are all dead!

All the Primarchs have returned, including the Hydra brothers whose fates are unknown and who are neither loyal nor treacherous. Now they no longer hide or betray, but stand on the side of the people.

Magnus, Loka, Peturabo, Fugram, and Mortarion have all chosen their fallen selves, and will choose a completely new self from the life-and-death struggle.

Only Angron.

Angron, who lived a lucky life, and Angron, who was branded with the Butcher's Nail.

Angron, who was trained by the Ultra Warriors, and Angron, who was captured by the Emperor and used as a tool.

Angron, who preserved all his fellow rebels and transformed them into Astartes to continue fighting alongside them, and Angron, who was alone and had lost all his family and friends.

“Angron, I am you, and you are me. Mine.”

Watching his other self, imprisoned with the Butcher's Nail and filled with the will to die, Angron unleashed to the fullest extent his innate ability to feel the emotions and souls of others, to share their joys and sorrows.

That's why he understood that his other self was just a pathetic slave, pushed along by fate. His current state was nothing more than the result of the combined efforts of the five Chaos Gods, including the Emperor.

He deserves redemption and forgiveness more than anyone else; he shouldn't have died such a tragic death.

"Now, it's time to start a new life, another me."

Angron spoke through the pain, the excruciating agony of the Butcher's Nail making it hard to ignore, but he still pressed forward, resting his forehead against that of the fallen Angron.

This is a path completely different from that of his other brothers. Angron chose to embrace the history within the old history, and he wanted to make the fallen Angron one with himself.

In this way, from now on, there will be two Angrons in his body at the same time. They can control the body at the same time, or one can be asleep and the other awake, taking turns, with each controlling the body for half a day.

This is equivalent to him voluntarily cutting off half of his freedom and lifespan, but as long as he thinks that after doing so, the Butcher's Nail will disappear, another self will be liberated, and he can truly live.

Then he went without hesitation.

"you……"

The fallen Angron stared blankly at his brand-new self.

Really? Yes, yeah...

How could he forget that he was once such a person? He was a kind and brave rebel who rose up for the oppressed and could endure all suffering just to bring dawn to the people.

Now, is it time for me to bring myself the dawn?

A belated tear fell from the corner of the Fallen Angron's eye, and the next second, a great light shone forth.

The Butcher's Nail was completely wiped out from this universe. What emerged from the prison was a dual-soul entity, combining the physical attributes and power of two Angrons, a single-minded and unified Angron!

"Roar!"

Khorne's former chief archdeacon, Skabrand, has arrived here, bringing with him a massive army with the goal of bringing back the captured Angron, so that he can continue to be tormented by the Blood God and the Butcher's Nails until he loses his sense of self and is reduced to a general of the Blood God once again.

"Now, it's time to settle the past."

Emerging from the prison, Angron was fearless, without anger or hatred, his eyes clear and bright as if he had already seen the dust settle: "I hereby pronounce your judgment, Skabrand, you and your Chaos army, and the abominable evil god you serve, all shall die today!"

……

Did you hear that?

Even in such a world, wishes, dreams, ambitions, hopes, will, passion, faith... all these beautiful things never disappear.

"This is light, all of this is real light."

"Bearing such light and such weight, you must experience it for yourselves!"

boom!

Teleport! Teleport! Teleport! Teleport!

Dark Zetton, at the Ultimate Ultra level, can teleport infinitely, and during the teleportation, it also carries Ultimate Ultra-level psychic power to conceal its aura. It should be impossible for even an opponent of the same Ultimate Ultra level to predict the landing location.

Bang bang bang!

However, the response to this

The only thing that could teleport infinitely was the overwhelming attack of Kassaar, who embodied the meaning of light, each punch and kick striking the Dark Zetton as it teleported to the ground with a resounding thud.

Each teleportation brought only a new wound to Dark Zetton, and with each new wound appearing on Dark Zetton, the four Chaos Gods linked behind it also let out painful groans and screams.

Each of the same wounds would appear at the same time on their enormous, indescribable, formless conceptual bodies.

Each of these wounds is etched with a brilliant glimmer, impossible to dispel, impossible to heal, a testament to eternal suffering, its appearance a permanent wound, clearly shaking the infinitely immortal size and body of the Chaos Gods.

Their essence is compressed, their self is collapsed, and their size is forcibly consumed without ever being replenished.

They were always the ones who brought death to others, but at this moment, they truly felt that real death was getting closer and closer to them every moment.

The giant of light, whom others regarded as a god and savior, was nothing more than a death god in their eyes!

"This is impossible!"

The Chaos Gods roared in unison: "This is impossible! This shouldn't be happening! Zetton's teleportation should be unstoppable for Ultraman. Even with your current strength, you shouldn't be able to detect this kind of teleportation that completely conceals your aura! What have you done?!"

"Intensity? Spying? Chaos Gods, are you awake?"

Kassa smiled, slightly raising his right hand and delivering an elbow strike to the rear right corner. This elbow strike employed Laoji's masterful, unparalleled elbowing technique, instantly sending Dark Zetton, who had teleported from there, flying thousands of miles away.

"This has nothing to do with strength; it's just the simplest experience and intuition. Even if I hadn't obtained these lights, even if my power wasn't as great as it is now, do you think I would be troubled by this simple teleportation? You're dreaming."