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After the influence of the subspace disappeared, their lifestyle that violated the biological common sense of the normal world caused a strong rejection reaction to emerge in them.

The negative effects of excessive indulgence and enhanced drugs immediately became apparent. Their blood began to surge, their hormones became disordered, and every organ began to sound the alarm, as if in the next second they would join the ranks of their newly exiled Slaanesh demon brothers (sisters?) and ascend to the Six Rings of Slaanesh.

Unable to resist, they could only collapse to the ground, paralyzed by various sensory disorders, and watched as their Chaos ships, which had been pacified by psychic influence and no longer immune to physical attacks, were blown up one after another by the Whispering escort ships.

The Confederacy never takes Chaos Cultists as prisoners.

The battlefield fell into a brief silence as the last curses of the Chaos servants and the sound of the Chaos Space Marine barge exploding echoed in the air.

The Federation's Shadow Guards put away their weapons and sent a report that the enemy had been cleared. They knew that the war ended with their victory.

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Chapter 123: Remove the moldy areas.

Compared to the very realistic physical destruction of feudal superstitions when fighting the demons of Slaanesh, the struggle on the Eastern Front and the plague army of Nurgle is very "in the same hymn style as the usual of this universe".

So let's be a little poetic.

In the vast and eternal void, before the stars of the universe shone and before time and space took shape, the Chaos God Nurgle quietly awakened.

His appearance was like a corrupt and poisonous mist spewed out from the dark void, obscuring the light of heaven and earth, corrupting every inch of space, and devouring every piece of order.

In his eyes, those worlds that pride themselves on vitality and guard health are nothing but dust that cannot understand the dark truth of the universe.

And here, at the end of the eastern world, when the god of corruption took slow and dull steps and crashed into this realm of harmony, it was stopped.

In the boundless void, the nine gods thrown down from the transcendent realm circled in their respective divine domains, like nine shining stars, emitting unparalleled brilliance.

The greatest of the scaly insects, the uncrowned king, the dragon of harmony, Io, dragged his wounded body from the battle with the god of lust to stop the corrupted demon realm. His body was as deep as the sea of stars, and his body was so huge that it could contain thousands of stars. He called on his brothers and sisters to follow his footsteps, and he took the lead.

Amidst the infinite illusions of the Supreme Heaven, each of Io's scales holds the laws of the universe, radiating endless balance and order. His eyes hold no anger, only absolute calmness and rationality. This is his innate power, the deepest essence of the universe.

However, Io's calmness did not mean cowardice. As Nurgle's breath spread to every corner of the universe, Io's rage erupted like a star-burst explosion, instantly tearing the starry sky apart and shaking the void.

He spread his enormous dragon wings, and billions of rays of light radiated like solar flares. The entire universe seemed to be plunged into endless light in that instant. All the gods appeared under this radiance, each leading their own forces to meet this devastating decisive battle.

Tal, the antlered father of the wild, was larger than any mountain, and with every step he took, the planets trembled. His roar was like the roar of a storm, echoing across the vast void.

Tal's power stems not only from his imposing physique, but also from his symbolism of nature's primal fury. His battle cry calls upon the spirits of nature, his steps carry the force of wind and thunder, and every swing of his war club shakes the universe, crumbling the twisted stars of the highest heavens and sending torrents of souls tumbling like dragons.

Following closely behind is Raya, the goddess of renewal and abundance, the embodiment of the land and the fields. Her arrival is like a spring breeze sweeping across the earth, bringing life back to life. With her every step, grass and trees grow and flowers bloom.

Her heartbeat blends with the rhythm of the earth, and every breeze carries the scent of harvest. She transforms into countless branches, entwining the descendants of Nurgle, the evil beings that try to erode the universe, and fixing them to the earth, unable to move.

Mannarn, Lord of Water, a colossal figure wielding a crystal trident, rules over the raging waves and oceans. His arrival is like the surge of endless ocean waves, the azure waters coalescing into massive surges that crush countless demons and drown them in the abyss. Every drop of seawater holds divine power, cleansing away all filth and corruption.

Myrmidia, goddess of war and victory, charged forward like a storm, shattering the silence of the universe. Her longsword swung like thunder, each blow carrying the force of a landslide, shaking every inch of the dark gods of the Chaos Realm and engulfing their descendants in the storm of blades.

Her eyes burned with the unquenchable conviction of victory. Khorne believed in the ends justifying the means, forgetting the why of war, and thus his avatars were barking dogs and charging bulls. Myrmidia, on the other hand, was a cavalryman, her steed a clear purpose, a unity of movement and disciplined discipline. War was organized violence, not the ragtag bands of the Chaos Gods.

So, with the fighting spirit and faith accumulated by countless warriors over endless years, she joined the bloody battle to eliminate the demons, and used her fellow knights to trample on those maggots.

Verena, the embodiment of judgment and wisdom, is like a mirror, piercing through all hypocrisy. Her eyes are as sharp as swords, striking directly into the souls of all chaos.

Under her gaze, every lie and darkness of Nurgle is revealed.

How his triple cycle deceives himself, how he interprets his own corruption as the only state of life, how he defies the will of all things and declares his own "love", this mirror makes many chaotic forces tremble with fear.

Salia carries her chandelier and constantly travels across the battlefield, cleaning the wounds of the injured gods to prevent the disgusting filth of Nurgle from penetrating deeper. Whenever the goddess performs surgery to prevent disease, a voice helps her point out the treatment for the disease and toxin.

The voice came from the depths of the dark and corrupted demonic realm. She seemed to have been doing this to ensure that the God of Corruption did not poison the entire world, although most people could not hear her voice.

Lanold, the master of tricks, intrigues and wealth, his mind is like an owl in the dark, able to see every path to victory.

In this battle, Ranold's ingenuity was fully utilized. He saw Nurgle's weakness, but he needed weapons, and he searched all over the world and finally found the materials to forge weapons.

Ranod calmly collected the ashes of the god Asuryan at the edge of the vortex. These ashes seemed to contain a power beyond Chaos. Then he disappeared into the darkness, forged his own magic weapon, and embellished it with gorgeous jewels.

On the front lines, the intense struggle finally reached its climax with the arrival of Solkan. As the embodiment of light and justice, Solkan's chariot streaked through space like the sun. With each step of his fiery steed, the ground cracked and a thunderous roar echoed throughout the universe.

His flames swept across the entire soul realm, and the scorching light seemed to be able to burn everything and purify every soul corroded by darkness.

He wields his mace as he battles the corrupted sons of Nurgle, and many of the monsters fear his fire, for it seems to draw the gaze of another cursed one in his direction.

The hypocritical grandfather couldn't bear the fear of his men, so he tore off his disguise and used his maggot-infested face to scold his many descendants for their slowness. He would pay the price for his distraction.

In the depths of Chaos, Ranold came silently behind Nurgle, wielding a blade made of Asuryan's ashes and stabbing it into the evil god's bloated belly.

At that moment, the entire void solidified, and the sword blade cut through the void, traveling through time and space, and tearing open a part of the corrupt demonic realm.

Nurgle's painful roar echoed in the void. It was the most desolate and desperate sound in the depths of the universe, and the souls of thousands of creatures broken by pain and torture echoed with it.

The blood-red light was everywhere, and Lanold did not give him any chance to breathe. He continued to swing the "Sword of God Killer", ready to continue stabbing at Nurgle's Heart of Nothingness.

But in the dark rifts, hordes of demons and evil god converts rushed out to defend their old grandfather, pushing the God of Thieves to the ground, and letting the God-Slaying Sword stained with divine blood fall to the side.

But they were already at a disadvantage, and the gods of the Helka Federation gathered again and delivered the final fatal blow.

Nurgle struggled in agony, realizing he could no longer maintain the power of Chaos. Finally, in extreme rage and fear, he gathered his demonic offspring and fled back to his own realm, closing the door tightly to avoid the pursuit of the nine victors and the attacks of the other three opponents.

This is a glorious moment when the gods of Helka return to their respective realms and the universe returns to its rightful harmony.

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Of course, none of this happened in the real universe. The Federation has an objective description that is less warp-like and can put aside the distorted stories. We are not the Eldar.

Several interstellar moons ago, a brutal battle took place in the Changyuan Defense System in the northeast of the Helka Federation.

The battlefield here has long been stained red by the flames of war, and ruins and wreckage are scattered across the vast universe. Whether it is steel ships or broken organic warriors, everything has paid a heavy price in this conflict.

In space, warships and fighter planes roared past, and flashes of lasers and energy bombs cut through the battlefield. Normal enemies would tremble at this moment, afraid of the Federation's firepower.

However, the opponent in this battle is no ordinary enemy.

We face legions of Daemons sent by the Powers of Chaos, and the Death Guard led by Typhons, the Chaos Space Marine Champion and Messenger of Nurgle himself.

The magic of Chaos warps reality in this realm. Nurgle's armies are no ordinary enemies, possessing extraordinary damage tolerance and endurance, and each of their weapons and warriors quickly regenerates after being defeated.

Even the explosions of the heavy warships were unable to permanently destroy their troops and warships. The fragments of the ships were linked together by the growing mold during the battle, reuniting into new forms. The demons recovered with astonishing speed, rising from the scattered debris of destruction and continuing their relentless attack.

Although the federal army had a firepower advantage far exceeding that of the enemy, they were still trapped in the dilemma of a protracted war against these Chaos legions.

Naval guns, energy lasers, and disruptor weapons constantly repelled the enemy, but there was no way to completely defeat these Chaos-cursed beings. Even more distressing for the Federation officers was that even under the powerful firepower of the Mecha God himself, the enemy was still able to recover quickly.

After several attacks, the top commanders of the Federation realized that conventional means could no longer solve the current dilemma. A new plan seemed to be brewing.

After a long period of thinking and discussion, the psychic specialists finally came up with an astonishing plan: they planned to use Zero Dust, a substance with a powerful psychic disintegration effect, to launch a desperate counterattack.

Zero Dust, an extremely rare substance, has the power to disintegrate all psychic entities into pure Zero Dust. Neither enemy wizards nor Chaos demonic armies can resist Zero's erosion.

The psionic specialists believed that with the combined power of the Mechakin and the Medium, they could channel the power of Zero onto the battlefield in a massive psionic chain reaction, draining the psychic energy of their enemies and transforming it into harmless dust.

The only price is that this ritual will seriously threaten the lives of a large number of psychic volunteers, because this ritual does not distinguish between friend and foe, and those psychics who are not precise enough in their operations may become part of the Zelo dust.

After the federal command informed the citizen soldiers of the danger, hundreds of elite psychic volunteers still volunteered to support the ceremony, knowing full well the danger of the action.

But they are soldiers, and warriors must use their lives as consumables to achieve victory. Thanks to the Federation's years of persistent dedication to its people, they have far exceeded the average lifespan of a psyker in the universe. Now is the time to serve everyone.

When initiating the ceremony, each medium was prepared to use his or her life and psychic energy to power the entire battle.

As the mediums and the Mechanists completed their preparations, the grand ceremony began. The atmosphere of the entire battlefield seemed to change at that moment.

Zero Dust was transported to the front line bit by bit through special transmission equipment. As the ceremony unfolded, more and more Federation warriors and Mechas gathered at the center of the ceremony.

The mediums used themselves as a medium to connect the Zero Dust with the energy source of the Machine God, and began to build a huge psychic reaction chain leading to the position of the Chaos Legion.

As a powerful pulse of spiritual energy was triggered, the effects of the Zero Dust began to spread. The laws of space were completely distorted at this moment, disrupting the propagation of the spiritual energy wave and absorbing all chaotic forces.

The members of the Chaos Legion, especially the demons, instantly fell into an irresistible state of weakness. Their bodies began to rapidly disintegrate. The once indestructible, corrupt and indestructible Nurgle plague army was almost instantly turned into fine powder and disappeared into the depths of the universe.

As the Zero chain reaction continued to intensify, the main force of the Death Guard Legion began to collapse. The psychic organs of a large number of Death Guards were converted into Zero powder, and they died due to the lack of basic physiological systems. No one could survive with two-thirds of their body tissues being mold.

The Chaos Blighted Ships were also irreparably damaged by this energy, and although the psychic mold on the keels and hulls of the Chaos Hulks attempted to repair themselves, Zero's power mercilessly reduced them to useless cosmic waste.

Typhons, the commander of the Death Guard, screamed like a coward and threw himself towards the psychic rift opened by his "grandfather" because he could not bear the torture of Zero.

This was not because the Zeroization itself was painful, but when Zero eliminated the cognitive distortion effects of his psychic corruption, he realized how painful his terminal illness was.

Compared with the pain endured by the trillions of normal lives he had tortured, this was just a small interest. He was lucky.

The Federation's mediums and Mechas are still continuing the ritual. Although many mediums have paid the price of their lives for it, their goal has been achieved. Except for a small part of the Chaos evil army that escaped in a panic through the deep dive of the Warp, the rest have turned into dust in the universe.

In the end, the federal army won the victory in this fierce battle. Although it paid a huge price, the enemy was completely defeated and the chaotic atmosphere on the battlefield dissipated.

The effects of the Zero Dust began to fade, and the universe returned to a moment of peace.

The federal officers and commanders stood on the ruins, gazing at the distant starry sky, knowing full well that this victory came at the cost of the sacrifice of countless heroic souls.

Behind the so-called great creation myth is actually the arduous struggle of our ancestors to open up the mountains and forests. Those religious hymns are nonsense that have lost their original meaning. The victory of this battle is due to man, not God. We must all remember this.

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Chapter 124 All this will eventually tremble.

In the eternal chaos and darkness of the Supreme Heaven, the Demon Realm representing indulgence and corruption appears in the cracks of time and space. Their existence can bring filth and corruption to the space, and everything is distorted wherever they go.

But they don't seem to be at ease now. As the Helka Federation, a force that looks as small as the Tau, gradually demonstrates its power in the galaxy, the goals of these two fallen gods have been thwarted.

They refused to give up, their hatred and desire for revenge fueling their power. Since they could corrupt every inch of the universe with boundless corruption, there was no reason they couldn't achieve their goal. Now, they decided to use their power to unleash another catastrophe, destroying this unbearable underachiever.

The forces of complete chaos seemed to be responding to their call, trying to destroy all order in the universe, and the entire form of the subspace began to distort and change.

Countless deformed demons surround this paradise of dark forces, as if preparing for the coming chaos and destruction.

However, just as the two were about to launch a new round of attacks, an indescribable force suddenly swept in. This force arrived like a "sight" from a distant land, invisible and formless, yet carrying an indescribable sense of oppression.

At this moment, the entire chaotic world seemed to solidify. The flow of space and time, and even the chaotic vortex itself, temporarily stagnated. All beings felt the threat that could not be ignored.

The souls of many unborn beings were suddenly shaken, their perceptions instinctively telling them that this was no ordinary threat, this power could not be measured by any common sense, and could not be described in words.

That single glance seemed to penetrate layers of the universe, transcend numerous dimensions, and project itself into the endless darkness of space and time created by chaos. Like a sharp bolt of lightning, it tore apart the souls of all beings.

This heart-pounding feeling made the usually fearless demons who spread evil suddenly feel an unbearable threat. It was a disaster that even complete chaos itself could hardly withstand.

These divinities in the eyes of mortals were now terrified. Their perception instinctively told them that if that force successfully squeezed into this universe, even the subspace that they thought was omnipotent would be easily torn into pieces like paper.

The numerous evil spirits in the entire Chaos Octagon shrank, as if they instantly realized the seriousness of the situation. At this moment, they had to gather all their strength to deal with the new threat from the extraordinary.

Their consciousness is filled with fear and alertness, as if they have already seen their own destruction.

But they seemed to have been overly suspicious again, as the sight suddenly vanished, as if it had never existed. The momentary feeling of stagnation came and went, like the descent into and awakening from a brief nightmare, leaving behind only deeper confusion and uneasiness.

The transcendent entities were stunned for a moment. Their divine instincts required them to analyze the source of this change as quickly as possible, but no matter how they sensed, they could not capture the origin of that gaze.

Their original plans for the Great Game were completely disrupted and had to be re-formulated, and their fields needed further changes to cope with the future that was likely to become a chaotic mess.

……

Moreover, just when they exposed this momentary flaw due to fear, an incarnation of a cold sun quietly descended and launched a fierce attack in the subspace.

The incarnation of the sun is cold and ruthless, and every action it takes seems to carry endless hatred and anger, ending and death.

But compared to the previous sight, the harassment from this old friend actually reassured the god. Khorne and Tzeentch reacted swiftly, fending off the attack with powerful combat skills and cunning tactics. As Chaos Gods, they had fought this old friend many times and had long since adapted to the challenges they faced.

But at the same time, Slaanesh and Nurgle had lost their strength due to the previous battle with the lesser gods of the Federation, and were instantly in a passive position. Their territory became pale and scorched under the scorching cold sun, which was unbearable.

Hearing the cries of pain from their servants, the two dark gods had to look away and go deal with the counterattack of the Lord of Humanity and the sneak attacks of their other two brothers. They were temporarily unable to launch a new round of offensive.

All these changes have caused great suffering to the sick and the indulgent, while the butchers and the swindlers are in high spirits.

Khorne's interest did not diminish due to the fierceness of the battle. On the contrary, the sight of new enemies aroused its deeper interest, and the changes in the mortal world also brought a new bloody atmosphere.

The blood and fury of that nascent civilization was a source of new experiences for Khorne, who saw great potential in it. Khorne longed to harness this wrathful power to accelerate the corruption and degeneration of this new civilization, still wedded to the ridiculous "justice" of war, and to succumb to the forces of Chaos.

It would be even better if we could take the Tau man next to them with us.

Perhaps soon he would pick up his battle axe and challenge to become the dragon slayer, but for now he would sit in his chair, fortifying his skull and brass fortress in case the extraordinary power really returned and he had no weapon to fight back.

Tzeentch sensed the rupture of fate brought about by that mysterious gaze, his gaze focused on the cracks in his own web of fate. Those cracks seemed like passages to an unknown future, bringing him extreme excitement and anticipation.

As the god of change, Sinlezhi once again sensed the unpredictable chaotic future. Hissing and laughing appeared in his crystal maze, and countless demons began to plan a more complicated conspiracy, weaving a new web of destiny, ready to bring everything in the galaxy into new chaos and change.

It seemed that even the unborn were caught up in the new storm, trying to bide their time for their new plans, lest they be kicked off the chessboard and become pawns in a new game. The thoughts of the many gods were in a thousand twists and turns, and the chaos in the warp was as intense as ever.

……

In a corner of the physical universe, people who fought their way out of the invasion of countless dark forces were unaware of such a drastic change, but their hearts were filled with a kind of inexplicable confidence.

Whether it was the Empire's soldiers, scientists, or even ordinary citizens, they all felt an unprecedented surge of fighting spirit and ambition. As if guided by some invisible force, their resolve was stronger than ever. The desire to conquer the universe permeated the hearts of every citizen of the Helka Federation.

This power came not from any external intervention, but from the rise and transformation of the Federation itself. Countless soldiers, artisans, and scholars felt a calling from the unknown, as if all citizens were heading towards an extraordinary realm, transcending their former limitations and frameworks.

They no longer had time to consider cherishing peace or enjoying a comfortable life. A new destiny was pressing them, requiring them to immediately repair all that was broken and then start their new journey.