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These agreements are voted on in advance and can be initiated directly without a vote if necessary.

This includes countermeasures that should be taken when attacked by a psionic entity with all its strength.

Then, the divine centrifuge weapon known as "Supreme Divine Intelligence" was activated.

……

The powerful beings known as gods are top-level psychic entities in the psychic realm. They can deeply infect various concepts in the real dimension and influence these concepts and the realities related to them according to their own wishes.

In other words, they use their power to change spirit and reality. These living entities of ideas, called gods, are a manifestation of the highly idealistic nature of our universe.

In the past, we used the method of creating our own gods to resist this influence, but this method is not safe because it cannot actually change the problem that we are subject to divinity. If we are not careful, perhaps even the Federation itself will play with fire.

But now, everything is different. We have created our own weapons to completely destroy these divine entities, which will achieve a terrifying balance and truly achieve equal power with the divine entities.

They are gods, but not our gods, never again.

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The Infinite Divine Machines began to activate the super weapons stored within them and in the Federation's secret warehouses through protocol keys.

Its first part is the Totem Identifier, which can determine the memetic structure of a divine entity by scanning a totem - an object associated with the divine entity's power. In other words, it can track and lock onto the target's "true name".

Its second part is the spiritual structure disruptor. Once the first part identifies and locks onto the divine entity, the second part will be activated, which will force a conceptual framework that represents discreteness and disintegration. In other words, it will force the "divine ministry of isolation, division and distinction" on the target spiritual unit.

As a result, the connections between the various concepts that constitute the goal will weaken and disappear, and the parts of the spiritual entity will no longer be able to exist in the form of a stable set of concepts, thus losing the ability to receive and send information.

In other words, the so-called gods will become nothingness because they cannot observe their own existence.

Its third part is the subsequent observation interface. After the second part is activated, the subsequent observation interface will continue to lock and track those decomposed spiritual structures to ensure that they are truly discrete and isolated.

These mysterious pataphysical devices now began to operate, a process sufficient to exhaust the transcendental logic within the Federation's grasp, and it then achieved its goal, which was simple.

Due to the dynamic nature of the spiritual structure itself, the target may still try to reunite after being disintegrated, but that is meaningless because we still have a chance to activate these devices to do it a second time.

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And so the changes occurred in two worlds, in the corrupt kingdom of Nurgle in the High Heavens.

Many demons were celebrating the demise of the damned. Their grandfather had made immortal contributions. He would be rewarded by the entire primordial truth for the fall of the enemies of the galaxy, and their main god would once again become the head of the Chaos Gods.

Unfortunately, happiness always comes and goes quickly. Many Nurgle demons suddenly found that they were no longer able to understand their own existence.

Rainfather Rotigs was originally jealous of Kugas's achievements, but he soon found that he could no longer understand how the concept of "rain" was related to his grandfather.

The connection between sewage and abundance is weakening, while the difference is widening, and the Rain Father has lost the joy of spreading filth, and even the awareness of it.

In the end, it became unable to speak its own name. This one of the most powerful demons under Nurgle turned into countless broken pieces and drifted across the entire High Heaven in front of the horrified eyes of the other demons that were still intact.

It wasn't dead, but it was almost dead. At this moment, it could probably understand what Catan's state of existence was like.

……

The same thing happened throughout Nurgle, as countless Great Unclean Ones found themselves disintegrating and being forgotten.

Scarbelathax the Bloat, Slimax the Horticulturist, Septicemia, Ukair, and many other corrupt demons were shattered as they cried out to their loving father for help.

Their "names" were cut and shattered, then scattered to all corners of the universe, and their consciousness dissipated, just like how the Undead destroyed the Star Gods.

Their old grandfather did not come to its rescue, for it had been in ruins since ancient times, its gardens were drying up, its castles were crumbling, its kingdoms were falling.

The Plague God's entire domain was shattered by a massive earthquake, caused by the concepts injected by the Federation.

The God of Plague also suffered a "divine plague".

……

At this moment, Nurgle had to withdraw all his strength and take back all his blessings to protect his "heart", which was the core of his conceptual consciousness, where the name "Nurgle" was stored. Once the crack created by the Supreme Mind touched there, there would be no way to save the situation.

The kind old grandfather, in that instant, transformed into the most cruel and cold-blooded monster. Not only did he no longer "care" for his followers and offspring, but he began to take power back from them. All the demons and chosen ones who did not stay in Nurgle's domain withered and died in an instant.

"No! My Legion!"

Far away in the heart of the Plague, Mortarion felt a heartache as if he had died, and then he was horrified to find that his Chaos Space Marines, those gene-children of the Death Guard, were almost annihilated. Because they had lost the influence of Nurgle's psychic energy, they soon died directly from organ damage and diseases.

After losing his faith for these offspring, ten thousand years later, he finally lost them, and the Death Guard Legion almost became history in an instant.

Of course, this is not without benefits. At least the real Lord of the Death Guard just died, and Mortarion finally got the title back.

……

Despite his efforts, Nurgle could not prevent the Rift from breaking his realm from a continuous, decaying continent into a scattered island, which drifted across the Empyrean.

The god of decay and slowness has now truly become a patient lying on a stretcher.

Although He ensured that His core conceptual body was not shattered, its agency had been greatly diminished.

It began to be unable to send out its own divine power, unable to convey its own wishes, and could no longer have a sufficient impact on reality.

It is feared that the entity known as Nurgle is nearly eliminated from the ensuing War in Heaven.

The other five Chaos Gods jumped up and down and cursed the Plague God for his nonsense, and then began to ruthlessly seize his lost territories. Since the situation had already deteriorated to this point, they might as well give themselves some bargaining chips.

The most cunning Xin Liezhi hid his real name while thinking about how to find a new person to replace the God of Corruption.

Slaanesh and Enid simultaneously attacked somewhere in the garden, trying to snatch something.

No matter what they did, Nurgle was powerless to stop them at the moment. Just piecing together the broken bodies was enough to keep him busy.

There used to be two half-body disabled people sitting on chairs in the subspace, and now there is finally a fully disabled person lying on a stretcher.

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Chapter 189 4 The Green Knight’s Chivalry-1.

Lion El'Jonson travels through his psychic realm, the lush and deep "Knight's Wood".

This is a reflection of his essence and the home of his will and spirit.

The forest was filled with towering trees, and the air was filled with the scent of damp moss and rotting leaves, just like the deep and ancient forest of Caliban where he had grown up.

The Lion King rode his warhorse slowly along the forest path, clad in ancient and majestic knight armor and holding the sword and shield bestowed by the Emperor.

His eyes were as sharp as a hawk's as he scanned his surroundings, trying to understand why he had left the main force of the Dark Angels and taken this unfamiliar path.

Just then, a forked path appeared in front of him. The cobblestone road surface glowed golden in the setting sun.

Leon frowned, feeling that he should continue along this path. His horse strode forward, and the scenery at the end of the path changed.

He saw a port, a bustling port that stood out from the crowd. Several medieval-style pleasure boats were moored at the harbor, their sails as white as snow, their masts adorned with exotic decorations. The docks were bustling with activity, as merchants from the Southern Kingdom, dressed in ornate attire, bustled about loading and unloading goods.

Leon paused for a moment, recalling the purpose of his trip, and found that although he had no idea where to go, it seemed as if some invisible force was guiding him.

So he dismounted and walked towards a moored pleasure boat. The brightly dressed sailors took the gold coins he threw and politely led the uninvited guest on board.

With the sails hoisted, Leon set off towards an unknown country.

……

When he set foot on land, he was greeted by the "most noble and great republic", a neat, orderly and prosperous city-state.

Tall towers and arch bridges are intertwined, streets are neatly paved, and canals and aqueducts flow clear, as if this is a utopia far away from decay and chaos.

The nobles of the Republic greeted him with smiles of warmth and ceremony, inviting Leon to a grand celebration that was supposed to be a celebration of the end of the plague.

With their introduction, the Knight-Errant Leon toured the neat city, and finally sat in the banquet hall, quietly listening to the nobles of the Republic talk about the glorious struggle before the Great Republic.

Their stories are fascinating and alarming.

……

The nobles of the Great Republic tell a story.

The reason is that their caravan hopes to open up the trade route to the East and gain more wealth and glory. But the key to the journey lies in three ancient maps. Only by piecing them together can they show the way forward. The Great Republic only has one map, so they must find the others.

They soon learn that one of these maps, dating back to the Axis Age, is in the hands of a pair of "gravedigger brothers" who live in the swamp and are hated by the locals.

The nobles described the brothers with disdain. The leader was a tall, hooded man who wielded a huge sickle, and a fat, bloated, and sullen "cousin."

The Republic's army broke into their homeland, expelled the brothers, who were unpopular with the locals, and took the map.

Leon looked at the drama performance on the celebration stage. The actors under the lights were performing a play adapted from this story.

The actors played mercenaries of the Great Republic, who triumphantly drove the two brothers from the swamp.

……

The nobles of the most honorable republic continued to tell the story.

Later, the guy called "Gravedigger" angrily asked for help from an old wizard, his old godfather, hoping that the Great Republic would be avenged.

The old wizard had long been jealous of the prosperity and cleanliness of the Republic, so he readily accepted his godson's request. His magic brought countless fleas and rats, which spread diseases and plunged the Republic into terror.

Leon's knuckles tightened unconsciously. He felt vaguely that the "gravedigger" and "wizard" in these descriptions exuded a familiar aura.

It was as if, in the deepest part of his memory, they had once been something terrifying and powerful...

The nobles of the Great Republic were unaware of León's transformation. They proudly declared that, despite heavy losses, they had finally found a way to combat the plague. Inspired by ancient legends, the city's scholars and blacksmiths forged a sacred cannon, guided by the wisdom of "Prometheus, the Fire Thief."

Finally, the warriors of the Great Republic accurately aimed at the old wizard who was showing off his power to the Federation from atop a hill, and blew off all his limbs. The old wizard tumbled down the hill in a panic, his life or death unknown. The two gravedigger brothers who followed him also fled, completely ignoring their godfather.

Without the wizard's spell, the infected animals fled everywhere, and the plague was quickly eliminated by the bird-beak doctors.

……

"Okay, unknown whether he's alive or dead? That means he's dead."

After the story was over, Leon was, for some reason, greatly pleased with it.

He raised his glass to the warriors of the Republic, praising their heroic act of "breaking feudal superstitions with physics." The nobles in the banquet hall also returned the toasts, and they were happy with Leon's speech.

Then, as a display of their wealth and show of brilliance, they led the Knight Errant into the depths of the hall, where the spoils of the Great Republic lay: two beautifully drawn ancient maps that held the key to the riches of the East, but lacked a central section.

Leon stared at the map, and something seemed to awaken in his mind. Just as he was trying to piece together these memories, a young servant suddenly came over.

"You shouldn't be here,"

The attendant whispered, his tone filled with anxiety, "Go away quickly. You still have a chance to escape before they know who you are."

At that moment, the alarm bell rang, and the servants fled in panic. Leon turned his head suddenly at the strange sound of breaking air. He saw a huge white figure streaking through the night sky outside the castle window.

A giant dragon with nine heads landed on the highest spire in the city, overlooking the entire city. Its voice was low and gentle:

"Very clever, Lord of Men! Send your Knight-Errant out. We will treat him as a guest, and your crime of trespassing without warning will be forgiven."

Leon realized the danger instantly. He ran to the castle's stable without hesitation, threw out a bag of gold coins, and without waiting for the horse owner to respond, he jumped on a horse and broke through the city gate.

His actions undoubtedly violated the honor of a knight, which caused his chivalry to drop to -1, but he had no time to care about it at the moment.

The dragon finally found the little knight after scanning for many times. It spread its wings and gave chase. Leon spurred his horse into a gallop until it rushed into the depths of the forest, out of the dragon's sight.

A moment later, he woke up from his dream, covered in cold sweat.

……

The Dark Angels' inner circle knights now gathered around their father, staring at each other.

They had thought that they would be taken to some foreign battlefield by the power of the Primarch as before, but this time, they remained in the same place after leaving the Knight's Forest.

Seeing his son's questioning gaze, Leon was silent for a moment, then suddenly realized that this was no ordinary dream. It was a warning from his father, a message that the Lord of Humanity had painstakingly conveyed, breaking through the enemy's blockade.

He received these strange contents when using the Knight's Forest, and now he understood the meaning of those contents.

Every god was defeated.

At this moment, he suddenly understood why the prophecies of the Ada people were always wrong. After all, few people could understand this magical method of fu, bi, and xing.

He stood up and gave the order in a deep voice, "Stop all current positional warfare arrangements and prepare to evacuate Caliban at any time. Neither the Boulder nor the Ouroboros matters."

His warriors were bewildered, but the old lion repeated his words without question. He didn't need any of his children to understand; he only needed their obedience, just as loyalty itself demanded no reason. The aging lion had a plan, even if it meant sacrificing what was left of his home.

He now bares the fangs he had shown ten thousand years ago: the cunning, domineering, ruthless even to his own people, but victorious Lion Johnson, temporarily returning in times of crisis.

……

In the distance, the Federation fleet was unaware of this. They were singing victory songs and setting out on their journey again.

While celebrating the great victory in the Plague War, the federal army sailed towards what they considered the easiest goal: the Stone of Caliban.

If nothing unexpected happens, this expedition seems to be finally coming to an end.

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Chapter 190 Astral Rift Dlc.