Warhammer 40k Origins Stellaris Civilization Simulator

The battle raged all night, and the militiamen, facing numerous near-death experiences, finally withstood the zealots' assault with unwavering resolve and the overwhelming superiority of federal weaponry.

At daybreak, the enemy was forced to retreat, otherwise they would become targets for precision strikes by the Federation Air Force. "Your retribution will be in the afterlife. Those who betray the Divine Emperor will go to hell." With these bold words, they rushed forward.

In the morning light, the surviving militiamen gathered together, supporting each other and mending their wounds with medical glue. They were exhausted, but with a sense of satisfaction as victors.

Their remaining strength could withstand one more full-scale attack from the enemy, and the main force of the Federation would arrive at noon, and everything would be over.

In the end, the area remained undefended until the massive Federation forces launched an offensive and completely razed the Ecclesiarchy's stronghold. The Federation's new citizens proved their indomitable will, a feat that sometimes required no genetic surgery.

At this moment, the rebellion of the "Sons of the State Religion" was completely declared over because of the veto of the local human residents of this planet.

63. Destroy the place of feasting

The Federation landing ship from the Void Citadel was hovering high in the sky above the planet Dionis. Its hull, which blocked out the sun, cast a shadow that covered everything in the overcast sky.

In a city somewhere on the surface of the planet, the rising purple-black fog spread like tentacles, as if trying to tear the sky apart and release the evil power of the Supreme Heaven into the entire universe.

However, the Federation Fleet did not flinch. After a series of precision strikes and orbital bombardment of prominent targets, the army began to take position, ready to retake their city.

Commander Viktas from the Beetle Clan stood in front of the detection array on the bridge, watching the area gradually being controlled by the cultists.

As a beetle-man medium, he possesses highly stable psychic properties, allowing him to notice the metaphysical influences of those possessed without being quickly corrupted by them.

Beside him were several representatives of the Psychic Corps, a Space Dragon, and a Zelvan. Their faces were different, but each one's gaze revealed focus and determination.

"The enemies are concentrated in this area." Viktas pointed to the red mark on the holographic map. That was the core area where the hedonistic sect held dark rituals.

"They introduced malicious Warp entities through some kind of Warp rift, what humans call demons, leading to the fall of the entire city. But the good news is that their power is not infinite. This battle, we must win."

His words were transmitted through the communication network to the front lines. Following this order, the soldiers of the ground forces pushed forward into the heart of the city ruins created by enemy destruction and orbital bombardment, each step being treading on thin ice.

The soldiers of the Federation are well-trained, but facing the oppression of the power of Chaos, even the toughest warriors can feel the suffocating fear.

Strange sounds seeped into their communication channels, trying to disrupt their minds.

Horrific "works of art" are occasionally discovered from the ruins, each capable of shaking the minds of psionic species.

And those possessed people who were once ordinary people have now become monsters. They lurk in the dark and ambush, then pounce on the federal soldiers with twisted limbs and crazy roars.

To combat the psychic contamination, the Federation's advance was slow, as they required a high level of tranquility to remain immune to its effects. Each soldier was required to practice the "Gang Steps" and conduct daily geomancy surveys to determine the risk of contamination along their marching routes.

Soldiers of different species must be mixed together to supervise each other, and propaganda about the influence of benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness must be played intensively to divert the soldiers' attention from the chaotic ritual scenes.

The result was that the army could only advance a short distance each day, but the risk of corruption was successfully curbed.

The commander of the ground front led her troops in a slow advance. Behind her, the Squidmen were oblivious to all corrupting influences, their stone-hard hearts impervious to the forces of darkness. Each of their movements was steady and natural, serving as an anchor for the psionic species to determine their reality amidst the influence.

Later they encountered the possessed people of the Hedonistic Sect. The number of enemies was not superior, but each possessed person posed a great threat, especially the high-level believers, whose bodies were completely taken over by demons and became agents of the power of destruction.

"Push forward, suppress the enemy," she commanded over the tactical channel. The squids calmly and swiftly adjusted their positions, blocking the front lines where the psychic energy was most severe, freeing the troops in the rear from having to face the Chaos forces directly. They raised their disruptor rifles, aimed at the possessed beings that emerged from the ruins, and shattered their skulls with a single shot.

The power of the Possessed is not infinite. When they suffer heavy casualties and the demons are unable to penetrate the minds of the Peacemakers and find new targets to possess, their chaotic influence eventually begins to wane.

"Their strength has weakened." The army commander said calmly, but there was no sign of relaxation in his tone. "Keep advancing. Don't give them any chance to breathe."

The Psychic Troops are responsible for putting more pressure on the enemy and their mission is to confront the enemy's core strength.

The space dragon's spiritual nerves created burning flames, forming a blazing barrier on the battlefield, resisting those demonic possessed who tried to approach and those warp entities that had not been banished for the time being.

The Scarab General commanded his men, launching attacks with incredible coordination and precision. Their resolute psychic fluctuations resonated with the power of the Space Dragon, forming a powerful psychic barrier that pinned the enemy within a limited range.

"We're almost there. We must close the extradimensional rift in the center of the enemy-occupied area." The army commander determined based on the tactical map that the battle was almost over.

The federal army began to advance towards the core of the rift. They had to face the most fanatical believers of the hedonistic sect, the most powerful demon-possessed people, and even some physical demons that rushed into reality.

Every step of the battle is filled with hardship, and the air is filled with the smell of corruption and madness.

But they are upright and fearless.

.........

Pleasure is temporary, but the pain of lack is eternal; this is the true nature of the Prince of Darkness. Those who believe it can truly satisfy them end up with nothing, or even lose more.

At the edge of the Chaos Rift, Adamon Fields stood in the center of the chaos, his eyes filled with false enthusiasm and deep anxiety.

He knew the situation was worsening. He could sense that the Federation's encirclement was rapidly tightening, that all paths were leading to destruction, but he forced himself to ignore these realities.

His body was no longer entirely his own, the aura of Slaanesh coursing through his soul, his mind filled with a draining pain and a compulsive longing. He couldn't retreat. He wouldn't allow himself to.

"Food and sex are addictive and there is no turning back, so the Dark Prince's wish will be fulfilled..." He murmured the prayer, as if trying to convince himself with these words. But his voice was full of uneasiness and trembling, which even the believers around him could hear.

"Pleasure seekers, our borders are being breached!" A believer rushed in, his body ravaged beyond recognition by the power of Chaos: bizarre tentacles sprouted from his body, and spikes grew from his bones, piercing his skin. He had previously been able to laugh heartily despite this transformation, but now his eyes betrayed pain and fear.

"Shut up! The Power of Destruction won't abandon us!" Adamon shouted, trying to hide his uneasiness. He waved the scepter infected by the power of chaos. The amethyst on the scepter still emitted a faint light, but that light was much dimmer than before, as if foreshadowing the impending loss of protection.

"But we don't have any more time. They're..." The believer wanted to continue, but suddenly, clutching his head in pain, he fell to his knees. His body twisted and he roared like a beast. Then, more strange and twisted mutations surged from his body. Clearly, the demon within him had lost control.

Because these enchanters were constantly defeated by the Federation, they had no chance to continue their cruel artistic creations and feed these monsters of the subspace with huge sensory impacts.

This wasn't the only example. More and more believers and possessed beings fell in the chaos, the power they had been given consuming them.

Adamon witnessed all this, feeling conflicted. He couldn't stop asking himself: Was it all worth it? Would he truly become a savior, or would he simply become a prop in a farcical drama?

A low roar echoed in the distance, and the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and machinery. The Federation army was approaching. Adamon saw them through his sorcery: the squid-men's gaze was icy cold, as dead as wood, blind to the destructive power. Meanwhile, the psychic waves emanating from the space dragons and beetle-men in the psychic forces were like iron swords ignited by flames, piercing their souls, eroded by desire.

"They're coming!" A young believer knelt on the ground. After the influence of Chaos subsided, the torture of the mutation in his body brought him immense pain. Coupled with the external threats, he fell into extreme helplessness and despair. "We failed. The Happy Prince is a liar..."

"Shut up! Shut up!" Adamon's voice grew shrill. "We still have a chance! The ritual isn't complete! Our master's power hasn't fully descended! You must persevere. We can widen the rift and absorb even more power!" He completely forgot about saving the empire. He only wanted to save his own life, even if it meant giving the world to the devil.

But his words were not convincing at all, not even he believed them. He was filled with anxiety, and every second, even the whispers of the Dark Prince reminded him that he was doomed to fail. And he knew the consequences of failure better than anyone else.

He desperately absorbed a large amount of destructive power, hoping to make himself strong enough to at least escape alone, but the whispers became clearer and more mocking, as if mocking his insignificance and incompetence.

He felt that he was gradually being devoured by power. This feeling might have come from the regret in his heart, or it might have come from the master of the Supreme Heaven.

The Federation's army drew closer, the flames and explosions covering almost everything. Adamon's last followers desperately tried to resist, but their strength was overwhelmed by the suppression of the Federation's regular army. Even the servant demons they summoned were instantly defeated.

When the Federation's army broke through the last line of defense, Adamon had almost gone mad. He stood at the center of the ceremony, holding the amethyst in his hand. Due to the massive amount of warp power injected into him, he inevitably changed towards becoming a demon.

"I will not fail!" He opened his soul and screamed at the Federal soldiers rushing into the hall, as if trying to convince himself or something watching him with these words.

But the amethyst suddenly cracked, and a purple liquid with a nauseating fragrance flowed out of it. Then, a powerful shock wave knocked Adamon to the ground.

His consciousness was pulled into a void, and he heard those whispers, those whispers that he once thought were savior, but now they became sharp and malicious.

"Great savior..." The whisper was filled with playful malice and endless irony. "You don't deserve it..."

Adamon struggled, but his soul had been torn apart by the invisible force, and his body began to twist and he let out painful howls.

He finally realized that he was just a tool, a tool to be discarded after being used up, and now his fate was to be devoured, becoming another victim in Sally's happy game.

When the federal soldiers rushed into the hall, what they saw was a completely deformed monster. It was the body of the culprit of all this. Although it was twisted into an indescribable shape, his eyes still revealed despair and pain.

Eventually, the Confederate warriors freed what the Imperial Inquisitors would call the Chaos Spawn. But the rift behind him remained open, and Confederate mediums began preparing a ritual to call upon the power of the Mecha-God and close the twisted portal.

This is not easy, but it must be achieved.

Sixty-four, in ancient times it was called Jifeng, now it is called Ruiping

"This incident cost me dozens of thousand cohesion points, damn the vendor." The Fourth Calamity is very simple. If you make it unhappy, you are dead.

.........

Now is the time when the black energy is rampant, Asgoras, the leader of the scale insects, knows this very well.

Long before Sarkhan Vol reported the crisis to the Confederacy, the God of Harmony could hear the battle cries of warriors as far away as Diones. They hoped that the Dragon God would fight alongside them to completely eliminate the threat of the Destruction Power.

So Io adjusted the structure of his Spirit Altar, causing his own spirituality to change. He was now born for war, and the war ritual called Dragon Storm was about to come.

But first, he had to cut the threads stretched out by the enemy.

.........

Deep in the warp, everything is disordered and distorted, time and space lose their meaning, and the rules of reality collapse into an endless wave.

And within this endless void, there is an area that is firmly fixed, completely consistent with its reflection in reality, excluding all chaotic changes. This is the perfect circle of Sersimon, the peaceful Tai Chi. Will gathers chaos and makes it orderly.

A figure stood there: Io, Lord of the Reptiles. He was now a towering figure, his vast form stretching across the Warp in endless light and shadow, like a dragon circling the galaxies. For delusion and fantasy are like shadows, and even the smallest person casts a vast shadow.

Io's eyes shone with light, like two stars gazing out over the entire universe. Before him lay the tentacles of the destructive power, a dizzying, chaotic flow of countless shifting colors, forming indescribable shapes.

This is the essence of the Dark Gods: the embodiment of endless desire, addiction, and extreme sensuality.

Whispers came from all directions, a mixture of sweet whispers and harsh screams, a mixture of temptation and torture. They tried to squeeze into the small gap, expand it, and let darkness cover the sacrificial site where the sacrifice was once made.

Io's coiled body remained motionless in this scene, but waves spread from him with unshakable power. The projection of the Helka Federation's psychic field emerged in the warp, a scene of peace.

It was a magnificent and balanced image, embodying the Federation's beliefs: the harmony of order and freedom, the balance of reason and emotion. Its essence was the combined will of countless Federation citizens, every thought, every belief, every memory of the Federation gathered within it, forming the fortress of Mecha.

The sounds of the hedonist's sorrow and joy are sharp and arrogant, and the power of the branch it extends surges, trying to break through the barrier of peace.

But Aio did not move at all, raised his dragon head, and the image of Tai Chi began to rotate under his guidance. The speed of rotation became faster and faster, and the light became more and more dazzling, blocking the waves outside the territory.

It is like a long wall of wall, with one man guarding the pass and ten thousand men unable to break through.

The indulgent shadow sensed the failure of its attack and put on a smiling face. It spoke vulgar idealistic words: it blamed the great reptile for its obstruction, saying that pain and joy are one and the same, and that only those who recognize this can find true satisfaction, or emptiness.

The Dragon God's eternally calm voice then took on a playful tone. "I'm all ears."

The Indulgent One was pleased with herself when she heard this. Just like the ancient serpent that had led the Emperor's incarnation, a common carpenter, to visit all the nations, she patiently and instructively talked about the extremes of the senses, the only truth of desire, and the connection between joy and pain.

Asgoras listened to his witty remarks and clapped his hands in admiration, but Wenwan said that this was inconsistent with his own ideas.

The figure counseled Linglong that he could achieve greatness. But "abandoning the Five Virtues, Propriety, and Righteousness, one loses one's original heart. Joy, joy, sorrow, and grief are detrimental to benevolence, and unrighteousness is like a floating cloud to me."

The figure advised the spirit dragon to gain strength. "You have lost both your life and your soul, and even after countless calamities, it is difficult to achieve sainthood. You are now a first-class cultivator. How can you understand my joy if you are not me?"

The figure urged the spirit dragon to accept the primordial truth. "If you want to seek emptiness through reduction, to find ultimate nirvana and all-pervading knowledge, why should I accompany you?"

Whenever temptations pile up, they are suppressed by Zen. The foundation of the paradox is "harmony", so peace becomes more and more stable, the illusion dissipates, the whispers become silent, and this living time and space no longer recognizes the promotion of desires.

Then it was Ao's turn to rebuke him with a club, and his words went straight to his heart.

"I know why I feel happy or sad, but what about you?"

"Do you know what you are? What makes you happy?"

Under the shadow of tranquility, the one who claimed to be above all things, transcending time and space, recalled what had originally brought him joy: the vulgar tastes of the Eldar, the evil thoughts of the fallen races. This was his first nature, and everything else was a disguise. Even though that disguise was so thick that it almost merged with him.

The Shadow of Indulgence seemed enraged, seeking to crush the disrespectful individual with force rather than logic, distorting space and time. However, the Element of Harmony had repaired the gap the Dark Enemy had once opened, and the bond between them was severed.

"Goodbye." Many stars were draped on the wings of the dragon and began their journey away from the vortex of indulgence. The Dragon God dragged the soul of the Federation away from right and wrong.

The pleasure seeker seemed unwilling to give up, but she could not catch up because the spiritual energy of the highest heaven created a vortex and trapped her in it.

A sneer from above the ordinary seemed to come from the vortex: Your roots are shallow and boring, and your philosophical thoughts are irrefutable. You can only use violence to coerce, but can your violence defeat mine?

Only at this moment did the God of Indulgence understand that he became one of the four evil spirits not because of the importance of desire, but because of power. Just because of power, he was no different from the Blood God who hated her.

Many times we forget that Chaos' victory is because they are inexplicably powerful, not because there is any real reason.

.........

The federal center received a good news shortly afterwards.

Through the heroic efforts of the local defense forces, the vile followers of the Cult of the Orgiastic, and the rift in the Warp they had created, have been quelled.

The report stated that the storm created by the dragons that emerged from the void had dismantled the structure of the higher-dimensional rift and flattened the doghole used to sneak through this plane. The Cohesion Specialist believed that this was the result of the Mecha-God invoking the Federation's cohesion, using a still-theoretical technique: the Ritual of the Spirit Machine, and that the strange dragons were projections of Io.

So far, both loyalists and those with a distorted sense of loyalty have been killed and laughed at by the world. The Federation has finally cleared the biggest obstacle to its governance actions.

The opposition forces were completely defeated, the war ended, and the world was at peace.

Cleaning up the areas contaminated by the power of the subspace is a very difficult project that requires great patience, but now that the world is peaceful again, the Federation has plenty of time.

It's time to turn swords into plowshares again.

65. Return to Humanity

"It's a shame the mod technology for adjusting species portraits hasn't been released yet. Otherwise, I could load up the Blue Ginga and let Saber's face infect the galaxy just like the Skunk Head."

.........

After the Chaos forces and the Imperial fanatics were both defeated, the Federation's social transformation project once again proceeded in an orderly manner.

Through influential propaganda, the Federation began to call on newly joined human citizens to undergo gene adjustment therapy, striving to fix the human genome into several standard subspecies and completely solve the mutation problem that plagued the human population.