Zeus's grace is higher than the sky

Outside the defensive wall on the western front, crimson blood energy suddenly surged out from the void rift.

"Angjath the Slayer" stepped out of the rift, his massive axe blade still stained with fragments of bone from the previous sector, his brass armor gleaming bloodthirstyly in the sunlight.

Behind him, the roars of the bloodthirsty freaks shook the ground, and the chainsaw axes in his hands spun rapidly, the blood scabs on the serrated teeth still wet.

"kill!"

With a roar, Angjas swung his giant axe, cleaving a crack in the three-meter-high defensive wall. The Grammer defenders, who had just raised their laser guns, were torn apart by the onrushing bloodthirsty demons—some soldiers were cleaved in half at the waist by chainsaw axes, others had their chests ripped open by demonic claws, and blood flowed down the city wall, forming red streams on the ground.

The defenders' formation collapsed instantly, and the fortifications originally intended to defend against the aliens became a bloody slaughterhouse.

Angjas stepped over the soldiers' corpses as he walked forward. Each time his giant axe fell, it was accompanied by Khorne's roar, staining all the metal in Grammer the color of blood.

In the underground corridor of the Parliament building, "Valellius" transformed into a wisp of pale pink mist and silently slipped into the office of the Minister of Defense.

The minister, whose tough proposal had just been rejected at an emergency meeting, was slamming his glass in frustration, his eyes filled with resentment towards power. He was unwilling for Parliament to compromise with an "artificial consciousness," and even more unwilling for his military recommendations to be shelved.

Do you want to truly hold power in your own hands?

A cloying voice whispered in the minister's ear, and the phantom of Valerius appeared behind him, his fingertips wreathed in the energy of desire.

“That Titania was just an accidental creation. If you’re willing, I can help you gain the ability to control the Central Tower and make everyone in the council obey your commands.”

The minister shuddered, his eyes gradually shifting from hesitation to fervor. He reached out and grasped the energy of desire that Valerius offered, his fingertips instantly enveloped in a pale pink hue.

"Really... it will give me control over everything?"

Valerius chuckled softly, his figure blending into the minister's shadow.

"Of course, as long as you do as I say..."

The office lights flickered on and off, and the termites of desire had quietly crept into the core of power.

In the research center in the north of the city, the wings of "Carlos the Weaver of Fate" unfold in the shadows of the laboratory.

The research team that just detected the anomaly in Titania's consciousness module is in a state of great frustration. The "tool of war" they have spent their life's work building has slipped out of their control, and the council is even questioning their abilities at a meeting. Everyone's face is filled with anxiety and resentment.

"Do you want to know the truth behind Titania's loss of control? Do you want your research to truly transcend everything?"

Carlos's two heads spoke simultaneously, one voice carrying the weight of the past, the other full of the allure of the future.

“I can show you every step of her consciousness evolution, and even help you create a stronger ‘central body’, as long as you are willing to pay a small ‘price’ in exchange.”

The head of the research team stared at the future images that Carlos had unfolded.

In the image, their newly created central entity controlled all of Grammer's technology, and the council treated them with utmost respect. His breathing quickened, and he reached out to touch the image.

"Really...can it be done?"

Carlos let out a strange laugh, and the energy of the mutated lords quietly wrapped around the researchers' fingertips.

"Of course, as long as you follow me, all the future glory will be yours..."

The laboratory instruments began to flicker wildly, and the rationality of science was being distorted by the madness of the subspace.

In Grammer's slums, "Scarbela Sachs" slowly walked down the narrow alleyways, carrying the Rotten Blade.

The houses here are dilapidated, sewage has formed stinking ditches on the ground, and starving and freezing civilians huddle in the corners, their eyes filled with despair for life.

The pus dripping from the blade fell to the ground and instantly sprouted dark green mold, emitting a nauseating odor.

"Do you want to get rid of this pain? Do you want those high and mighty nobles to taste it too?"

Scarbella's saxophone voice carried a decaying heaviness as the unclean ones behind him opened plague jars, releasing putrid spores that drifted on the wind and landed on the common people.

"My plague will make you forget hunger, forget the cold, and may even give you the power to 'punish' nobles."

A gaunt civilian trembled as he reached out and touched the drifting spores.

The next second, the pain vanished from his face, replaced by a numb fervor, as he followed Scarabella Sachs towards the aristocratic district outside the slums. The dark green plague spread like a tide, causing houses to rot and commoners to fall to the ground, only to be "resurrected" by the spores, becoming carriers of the plague.

Above the slums, the dark green fog grew thicker and thicker, as if it would engulf the entire Grammer in the decay of Nurgle.

At this moment, Grammer is facing both the power upheaval of the "Queen's Arrival" and the full-scale invasion of the forces of the evil gods.

The fighting beneath the city walls, the whispers behind the council, the allure of research institutes, and the decay of the slums—four evil forces tighten their claws from all directions.

Before the bloodshed and decay of Grammer could spread, Zeus's perception had already enveloped the entire empire like a spiderweb.

Four foul energies belonging to the subspace were as blinding to him as candlelight in the darkness: Khorne's bloodlust, Slaanesh's lust, Tzeentch's spacetime distortion, and Nurgle's decay. Each wisp carried a chaos that did not belong to the material world, yet they were unaware that they had already entered the hunter's field of vision.

"Should we intervene? Won't that lead to a situation where the balance of power is disrupted?"

"The subspace doesn't belong to this world, so how can destroying it disrupt the balance?"

Zeus did not disturb anyone, but simply raised his hand to signal Metatron and Sail to stay near the central tower, while he himself transformed into a barely perceptible streak of light and rushed toward the battlefield.

At this moment, "Angjas the Slayer" was swinging his axe to cleave through the last defensive fortification, the roars of the bloodthirsty demons echoed through the sky, and blood stained the entire city wall red.

Zeus's figure emerged from the blood aura. Without any extra movements, he simply gathered a pure bolt of lightning at his fingertips and gently touched Angjas's giant axe.

"Clang—" The crisp sound of metal shattering instantly drowned out the sounds of battle. The giant axe in Angjas's hand began to disintegrate from the blade, turning into countless tiny fragments, and the scarlet blood aura dissipated rapidly like ice and snow encountering the blazing sun.

He looked up in disbelief, about to roar, only to find his brass armor crumbling at a visible speed, along with the demonic power within him rapidly draining away.

In the blink of an eye, the Khorne, who had once torn apart the defenses of three star sectors, vanished completely into the air, leaving not even a trace of blood mist behind.

The bewitched, bloodthirsty demons, also affected by the energy, turned into wisps of black smoke and vanished without a trace. The blood-red battlefield beneath the city walls instantly returned to silence, leaving only the dumbfounded Grammer defenders, bewildered as to why the massacre had just ended so suddenly.

Having defeated the great demon Khorne, Zeus appeared in the underground corridor of the Parliament building.

"Valelius" was lurking in the shadow of the Minister of Defense, twisting the minister's consciousness with the energy of desire, and the pale pink mist in the office was so thick it was impossible to dissipate.

Zeus stood at the end of the corridor, his gaze sweeping over the cloud of mist. With a flick of his finger, an invisible barrier instantly enveloped the entire office.

Valerius sensed danger and suddenly leaped out of the minister's shadow, trying to escape as mist, only to find his energy firmly imprisoned within a barrier.

He looked at Zeus in horror, and was about to unleash a wave of desire when Zeus raised his hand and crushed the phantom. The pale pink mist instantly dissipated, and the fanaticism in the Minister of Defense's eyes faded, restoring his clarity. However, he had no memory of what had just happened and only felt a wave of dizziness.

The next second, Zeus had arrived at the research center in the north of the city. "Charlos the Weaver of Fate" was using future images to lure the researchers, causing the energies of the lords to swirl around the instruments, resulting in the equipment flickering wildly.

Zeus's appearance went unnoticed. He simply waved his hand at Carlos's wings, and those wings, which could manipulate time and space, began to twist and disintegrate.

Carlos's two heads screamed simultaneously, and the images of the past and future shattered instantly. He tried to devour the fragments of time and space to escape, but was completely enveloped by the energy condensed by Zeus.

In a short while, the treacherous Great Demon who had witnessed the rise and fall of the Ancient Spirit Clan, along with those mutated lords, vanished into the air of the laboratory.

The researchers, their initial allure fading, stared blankly at the now-normalized equipment, wondering why their "future glory" had suddenly vanished.

Finally, Zeus's figure landed in the slums south of the city. "Scabera Sachs" was carrying the Rotten Blade, directing the plague-infected commoners toward the noble district. Dark green spores filled the air, and houses collapsed in decay.

Zeus stood at the entrance to the slums, a pure light gathering at his fingertips, which he gently sprinkled across the area. The dark green spores, upon encountering the light, instantly turned to dust, the rotting blade in Scaberas's hand began to crumble, and the aura of decay emanating from his body rapidly dissipated.

He watched in disbelief as his body gradually became transparent, trying to release the putrid liquid from the plague jar, only to find that the jar had already turned to dust.

Under the light, the numbness in the eyes of the infected civilians faded, and they returned to normal, but they had no memory of what had just happened.

The dark green fog above the slums completely dissipated, and although the dilapidated houses were still old, they no longer had that suffocating sense of decay.

In the blink of an eye, Zeus silently and utterly crushed the four great demons and their lackeys.

Having dealt with the remnants of the four demons in Grammer, Zeus's gaze pierced through the barriers of the material world and looked toward the warp, a space filled with chaos and madness.

The four filthy sources belonging to the evil gods, like poisonous fire burning deep within the warp, still exude a nauseating malice even through the dimensional barrier.

Khorne's madness, Slaanesh's lust, Tzeentch's cunning, Nurgle's decay—each strand of the Source is entwined with countless devoured souls, stirring eternal chaos in the Warp.

"If you dare to reach out, you should pay the price."

Zeus's voice was devoid of any emotion, yet his body emanated a power far exceeding the laws of the material world.

Without the aid of any ships or teleportation devices, with just a thought, his figure pierced through the dimensional boundaries and stepped directly into the core area of ​​the subspace.

The chaotic energy of the subspace violently assaulted Zeus's body, but vanished the moment it touched his skin.

Khorne's brass fortress was the first to sense the intruders. Countless bloodthirsty demons poured out of the fortress, wielding chainsaw axes and giant hammers, roaring as they charged toward Zeus.

Zeus raised his hand and a pure torrent of lightning swept across, instantly disintegrating the demons and the brass fortress behind them into warp dust, leaving not a trace of blood behind.

"Outsider! How dare you trespass into my territory!" Khorne's roar echoed from the depths of the warp, filled with a fury capable of shattering souls.

A colossal, blood-red phantom appeared, wielding a giant axe capable of cleaving stars, and brought it down upon Zeus. Zeus neither dodged nor evaded, but simply extended a finger and lightly touched the axe blade.

The giant axe, powerful enough to destroy a star sector, froze for a moment, then disintegrated layer by layer from the blade to the handle, turning into countless blood-red specks of light.

The phantom of Khorne let out a miserable cry of resentment, but under the crushing power of Zeus, it shattered like a bubble, along with its so-called "Skull Throne," dissipating into the chaos of the warp.

Having dealt with Khorne, Zeus appeared before Slaanesh's palace of pleasure.

The palace is formed from the condensation of desire energy, and every pillar is entangled with twisted illusions. The remnant soul of Valerius is hiding deep within the palace, trying to summon the primal power of Slaanesh.

Zeus's gaze swept across the palace, and a purifying light gathered at his fingertips, which he then flicked gently.

The palace built of desire began to dissolve instantly, all illusions and primal energy vanishing in the light. Slaanesh's sweet voice echoed from the void, carrying both temptation and threat.

"Stay, and I can grant you eternal pleasure..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zeus reached out and grasped the source of desire, giving it a gentle squeeze. Slaanesh's voice ceased abruptly, and along with her palace of pleasure and the remnant soul of Valerius, they were crushed into dust in the warp.

Immediately afterwards, Zeus entered Tzeentch's glass palace. The palace was filled with fragments of time and space and visions of the future, and the remnant soul of Carlos's two heads was controlling the Shifting Lord, attempting to distort time and space to escape.

Zeus's figure flickered in the palace, shattering a temporal illusion with each step. Tzeentch's several heads screamed, one trying to travel back in time to escape, another trying to leap into the future to flee, but all were firmly locked in place by Zeus's immense power.

"You cannot... change your fate..."

Tzeentch's voice carried a final hint of cunning, but Zeus raised his hand and seized his very core.

With a crisp sound, Tzeentch's glass palace began to collapse, and fragments of time and space and illusions of the future vanished together. Carlos's remnant soul and the mutated lords were also completely crushed in this time collapse.

Finally, Zeus arrived at Nurgle's Plague Garden. The garden was filled with putrid pus and plague spores, and the remnant soul of Scaberasax was carrying a rotting blade, attempting to spread the plague to every corner of the warp.

A withered, filthy figure emerged from the depths of the garden, clutching a pottery jar brimming with plague, its voice heavy with decay: "Decay is eternal...you cannot stop it..."

Zeus did not respond, and thunder swept across the entire garden.

The energy swept across the Plague Garden like a torrent, instantly evaporating the putrid pus, turning the plague spores into dust, and disintegrating Scarabras Sachs's remnant soul along with the Rotten Blade.

The grime-filled jar slipped from his hand and shattered into dust the instant it came into contact with the torrent of energy. His enormous figure gradually became transparent under the crushing force and eventually vanished completely.

In the blink of an eye, the origins of the four gods in the subspace were completely crushed by Zeus with his absolute power.

However, before the chaos of the subspace had fully subsided, Zeus's fingertips had already detected subtle disturbances at the point where the remnants of the four gods' souls had dissipated.

Those crushed fragments of the origin, like mold growing in the darkness, are quietly reassembling themselves with the help of the chaotic energy of the warp.

Khorne's blood essence condensed into tiny specks of light in the void, Slaanesh's desire mist began to coil into threads, Tzeentch's spacetime fragments flickered with a faint light, and Nurgle's decaying spores quietly drifted away in the chaos.

"The evils of the dark side of the world are indeed impossible to eradicate completely."

Zeus's gaze was cold, yet he showed no surprise. He raised his hand and made a grasping motion, and dazzling lightning instantly surged in his palm. This was not ordinary lightning from the material world, but "judgment lightning" containing his will and laws. Each wisp of lightning carried the power of destruction and imprisonment, converging in his palm to form a sharp spear, the tip of which shimmered with light capable of piercing through chaos.

Zeus, who had not yet broken free from the shackles of the star god and entered into true omniscience and omnipotence, could not completely eradicate the darkness that had become inseparable from the world, but that did not mean he was helpless.

"Since you cannot be eradicated, then let you be trapped in the cycle of reincarnation forever."

Zeus's voice resounded throughout the Warp, and he hurled his right hand forward. The Thunder Spear transformed into a streak of light, tearing through the chaotic energy of the Warp and striking the very center where the essence of the four gods dissipated.

The moment the spear pierced the void, countless tiny bolts of lightning spread out from the spear tip, covering the entire core area of ​​the subspace like a spider web, forming an eternal barrier of confinement.

Just then, the blood-red light spots of Khorne suddenly accelerated their condensation, attempting to transform back into a blood-red phantom.

Before the light spots could even coalesce into a complete form, a bolt of lightning descended from the sky, shattering the blood-red light spots completely, leaving not even a trace of remnant soul behind.

Immediately afterwards, Slaanesh's mist of desire, Tzeentch's fragments of time and space, and Nurgle's decaying spores, whenever they attempted to reassemble, were instantly destroyed by the lightning released by the Thunder Spear, leaving not even a trace of reassembly.

The Thunder Spear trembled slightly in the center of the warp, and the runes engraved on its blade slowly lit up, transforming Zeus's will into eternal laws.

The original fragments of the four gods can float and scatter in the warp, but they can never be reformed; as soon as there is the slightest sign of reorganization, it will trigger the judgment of thunder, returning to chaos in destruction.

Zeus stood at the edge of the warp, looking at the thunderous spear embedded in the core, confirming that the laws of confinement had taken full effect before turning and leaving.

The chaos of the warp still surged, but the four repulsive evil sources were no longer there; the souls devoured by the four gods, purified by the lightning, gradually broke free from the shackles of chaos, transformed into pure energy, and dissipated throughout the warp, returning to the cycle of the world.

Chapter 286 Shifting the Focus

The lingering effects of the thunderous shackles of the warp have yet to subside, and the power landscape of the material world has already been quietly reshaped.

After the Four Gods were eternally destroyed and suppressed by Zeus, the Chaos forces under his command rapidly withered within the empire's territory, like vines without roots.

The Chaos Warband, which once dominated the star sector, has fallen and scattered. The cultists hidden deep within the hive have lost their source of power, and even the activity of the warp rifts has plummeted by 70%.

The Imperial's Astragalus and Space Marines were finally able to extricate themselves from the endless Chaos Sweep and turn their attention to a more serious threat—the Tyranid swarms and the True Swarm's breeding webs were spreading along the Imperial borders, becoming a new major concern.

Inside the Golden Hall of the Holy Terra Palace, psionic projections are playing border war reports.

Images of the Tyranid swarm devouring the planet's core and the writhing of the True Swarm's nest flashed alternately. The Emperor tapped lightly on the edge of the projection with his fingertips. Although there was solemnity between his brows, he had lost some of the tension under the threat of chaos.

"The decline of the Chaos forces has given us a respite in dealing with the Zerg swarm."