From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 474, Battle in Heaven

The ancient saints have completely reached the end of their strength after the defeat of the Ratman Empire, the biggest tumor in the universe.

After rounds of brutal fighting, those released cloud gods lost the reinforcements from the rat people and countless biological batteries. In order to replenish their strength and absorb more power, these unbridled cloud gods pushed the battlefield into the territory of the ancient saints.

The ancient saints were in disarray. They were no longer the high-ranking creations of the gods of creation. They did not take the initiative to join in when the system of desire swept the universe.

These ancient saints were already unable to deal with the evil gods of the subspace who were expelled by the cloud gods, let alone now that the cloud gods who were blood-thirsty have taken the initiative to join the battlefield.

Although they were the first intelligent creatures in this chaotic subspace, they now looked increasingly embarrassed.

It's not that they didn't think about struggling. The ancient saints began to prepare a special response to these crazy descendants of the subspace who were sweeping in.

A new creature with strong resistance to the subspace, extremely stable soul, fast reproduction rate, and innate psychic power has been brought to the fore.

This plan was named Soul Barrier by the Ancients.

As the first intelligent creatures in the subspace and as the original creatures of the subspace, the ancient saints are born with the ability to sort out the subspace, which can be seen from the stable subspace channels they created.

As long as they are given enough time, they can separate these crazy subspace descendants from the subspace.

They have such ability, and only they have such ability, but the cruel war and the sudden riot of the evil gods of the subspace made all this extremely difficult.

However, all this is not impossible to save, as long as the ancient saints are given time and space.

To some extent, both the Ancient Saints and the Star Gods had deviated from the path originally set for them by the two Creators.

But it is not surprising that with wisdom, survival becomes the biggest priority.

In order to survive, the ancient saints began to actively sort out the chaotic subspace. These guys who were born in chaos are now establishing order without hesitation.

The Soul Barrier Project was successful, and a kind of green creature was created by the ancient saints. These creatures were stupid but pure, had souls and were not easily infected by the subspace.

The mad surge of evil gods ultimately still has to rely on the many chaotic emotions transmitted from the physical universe as a supplement, but as long as a large number of these green guys are invested and allowed to fill the physical universe, a waterproof dam can be built.

Everything was moving in a good direction, and the Ancient Saints had a chance to catch their breath, but it was at this moment that the Space Eldar, who had been temporarily ignored by the Ancient Saints, could no longer hold on in the protracted war.

The Space Eldar began to suffer widespread defeat and began to flee the war and the battlefield.

The Star Gods rushed over with the transformed Necrontyr.

The final war broke out in an unknown star field.

The Old Saints, with their newly created creatures and the last Space Eldar loyal to them, fought the final battle with the Star Gods and the Necrontyr in this unknown star region.

Molten steel, floating wreckage of warships, tall green monsters that roared and groaned, and space elves who were as devout as martyrs.

Pieces of brilliant blue particle clouds appeared on the battlefield, each one representing a dead ancient saint. Only when they died could such brilliant particle clouds appear.

This is the most primitive scene of the subspace, disordered, everything is possible, the illusion collides with the impossible in the haze, chaotic but full of vitality. The subspace is no longer so beautiful now, with chaotic emotions, distorted and deformed subspace spirits, restlessness, anxiety, and chaos.

The steel-forged warships were still moving forward, and one cold and ruthless figure after another was slowly and firmly moving towards the battlefield in front of them.

Later, this battle of destruction of the ancient saints had a specific name.

War in heaven.

The Ancient Saints were the only ones who could possibly calm this manic Warp again. Their death meant that everything was completely out of control, and there was no one left who could suppress those evil Warp gods who were mad in their desires.

The possible paradise was completely shattered at this moment.

The C'tan won the war. The Necrontyr won the war.

This protracted war lasted so long that at the moment it ended, the expressions on the faces of all the parties involved were exactly the same: dazed.

The remaining Space Eldar fled to all parts of the physical universe like stray dogs, and the deformed and twisted newborn Skaven Empire that grew up in the marginal areas suddenly collapsed.

Now there are only two true overlords left in this physical universe, namely the Necrontyr and the Star God.

On the chaotic battlefield, the Deathly Haunters should have been happy about the victory, but when the king climbed out of the chaotic battlefield and the wreckage of the flagship that was mostly destroyed, he found that he was not happy at all.

There is no fear, no fear, no happiness, no sadness, only silence.

He raised his arm that had turned into a mechanical limb, and his current appearance was reflected on the smooth shell.

A standing machine, a cold machine.

Finally, the king finally reacted and realized that he had been deceived. He lost everything he had. He had nothing left. He was no longer a Necrontyr, even though his memories were so deep and clear.

It can even project everything that happened on a certain day of a certain year at a certain moment. The memory is so profound, but also so strange at the same time.

Standing there confused.

Is this the eternal life they desire?
I can't give an answer, and I can't even feel more resentment. They are no longer living creatures, but just some cold things. Things should not be resentful or angry about.

There is only one real winner, and that is those huge suns floating in the cold universe, those star gods.

To some extent, these Necrontyr are more pitiful than the twisted machines created by the ratmen. Although those biochemical machines are equally empty, they regard themselves as machines from beginning to end. However, these Necrontyr with complete memories still feel that they are the same as they used to be.

poor guy.

"Want to get your emotions back?"

Suddenly, these words echoed in the ears of these cold guys.

(End of this chapter)