How can a retired savior be considered retired if he drops to 40,000?

At this moment, whether it is the Iron Hands or the Emperor's Children, whether it is the Astartes or the Unborn, even the copies of the record tapes built up by historical legends, or the Primarchs forged by the Emperor with unimaginable exquisite biological alchemy, they all deeply felt that language seems pale and powerless here.

Apart from the extremely inaccurate and even perfunctory description of "a black shadow appeared", they were unable to tell people who had not seen this scene what was happening at that moment.

This is also normal - the aliens that came here following Debit's call are from 13.8 billion light-years away, the terminal splashed out during the Big Bang of the origin of the universe, and "some existence" that cannot be understood by the intelligent life forms whose vision is limited to the Milky Way. They are not only "unconfirmed alien life forms", any intelligent creature that successfully recognizes them, whether it is a human, an Astartes, a demon, or a Primarch, will naturally understand that these things do not exist and should not exist in this world.

The only thing that can be sensed from these dark figures, existing within the dimension that humans can understand, is malice.

"Tell your men to cease fire and retreat immediately." Enkidu said to Ferrus Manus, who, like everyone else, was briefly shocked and instinctively frightened by the appearance of "these things". "Ritsuka once told me that although Debit can summon these 'things', he can only exercise the most basic control over them. If you open fire casually near those things, they may be mistaken for enemies and be 'dealt with' together. Those things have been incomprehensible to humans since their existence, and naturally there is no way to infer their logic. It is better to stay away from them for safety."

"What the hell are those things?!" Ferrus couldn't help but shout out as he barely managed to issue the order through the chain of command.

The last time he felt this kind of fear as if it was oozing out from the depths of his soul and this strong disgust from his instinct was... Wait, was there really such a "last time"?

"It's something that makes you vaguely feel that 'something is wrong with Debit'." Enkidu said vaguely, "There will be no good results if you explore this issue carefully. It is wise to muddle through vaguely. Some knowledge itself is poisonous. After a deep understanding of the warp, you should be familiar with this law."

Ferrus certainly wanted to delve into it, but he also realized that this was not a topic that could be explained in a few words. Since, from the current situation, these "things" did show the basic behavioral logic of "helping the Iron Hands fight the enemy" under Debit's call and command, then considering the urgency of the war, he could put this aside for the time being.

To be honest, if he had a little more time to deal with the situation he needed to deal with, Ferrus might have given the order and led the fight against these dark aliens. The Emperor had written "dislike for aliens" into the genes of all Primarchs and Astartes as the underlying logic. When facing this kind of "more alien than aliens" at close range, even the Primarchs would vaguely feel some physiological discomfort.

This seemed to be the same for Fulgrim. The Daemon Primarch was fighting, or rather, sweeping, these new things he had never seen before with obvious anger and resentment. Obviously, even though he had received a considerable degree of favor and blessing from the Lord of Pleasure, he could not get even the slightest pleasure from them, and the same was true for his cubs and the other unliving ones who were screaming in horror.

"Since Fujimaru Ritsuka has vouched for him, I will trust him this time." Finally, Ferrus said this reluctantly after returning to his own line.

After seeing these monsters that are even more beyond imagination than the unliving, Debit's real-time observation capability with a range of up to 13.8 billion light years doesn't seem so impressive.

"He said he could help us delay for sixteen minutes." Enkidu retracted the chain and floated aside, watching the shadows slowly advancing toward the distance of the front line in a way that was difficult to understand with a vigilant look. "I don't think this means he will lose after sixteen minutes - according to Ritsuka, the mechanism of Debbie's summoning 'this thing' is that he will 'always summon shadows of the same size as the enemy', at least in terms of quantity. This 'sixteen-minute' limit may have other meanings. No matter what the next 'combat meeting' is to discuss, it's better to stick to the time limit. Don't expect him to 'hold on a little longer'. Debbie never does things without a purpose. Exceeding this time period may cause other more serious problems that no one wants to see."

Ferrus nodded randomly, and then glanced at the enemy line in the distance, which was obviously in panic, and then turned his head back with a look of obvious disgust. When he re-examined his heirs, he was not surprised to find that these Astartes who had retreated back into the defense circle according to the order, although they did not say it explicitly, probably felt the same as him.

He pushed these uncomfortable thoughts to the end of his to-do list and asked his soldiers, "So, is there anything you found out that I don't know about that I should know?"

Thanks to the Iron Hands' obsession with mechanized transformation, the conversation between Lindrick and Debbie not long ago had been compiled into electronic data during this period of time, and was quickly uploaded to the servo system of the Medusa Carapace after this question. It took Ferrus only three seconds to fully understand this information, which would take at least five minutes to fully explain by normal means. Then, he frowned visibly:

"I understand." Gorgon said, without asking for advice from others, but made a decision directly, "I need some time to solve this 'Jericho' problem."

This kind of certainty made everyone else present feel a little confused.

Meow (peaceful)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 204: Learn from the advanced experience of predecessors and become a subspace rogue

In fact, in Ferrus's opinion, this matter is very simple.

If the device he had taken out of Mimir's treasury could neither be "taken away" nor "put back", then it would be sufficient to make it conceptually "non-existent".

In the 10,000-year-long Webway War, he had already suffered countless metaphysical plots similar to this one from the Unliving. He might not have much talent in psychic powers, and he wasn't very good at interpreting those abstruse and complex metaphors full of obscure allusions, but he was still a Primarch - and even among the Primarchs, he was particularly good at war. As long as this behavior was regarded as a "tactic", Ferrus could still quickly adapt to them and gradually deduce ways to deal with them.

At the beginning, he was indeed severely tripped by the unstoppable fate; but soon, he understood that under the premise that his side was bound to lose, he learned without a teacher how to realize the prophecy made by Chaos in a way that would dissatisfy everyone - since I can't win, then you definitely can't expect to win too easily; then, he also had the opportunity to communicate with Sanguinius and the Emperor who truly understood psychic power in a few moments. Through the experience passed on by the two, Ferrus gradually began to understand how to take advantage of the "destiny" and turn disadvantages into advantages to a certain extent:

At present, the Lord of Change wants to use legends and history to anchor the fate of this battlefield. It is obvious that "Fulgrim will kill Ferrus Manus". He even prepared two "stories" for this matter. And if this fate is stable enough, "Fulgrim will kill Ferrus Manus" also means: "Ferrus Manus will not die here because of factors other than Fulgrim."

That is to say, at this moment, Ferrus Manus will not be killed by himself.

"I need to perform the ritual here and use the generator to fill the etheric shell I currently use to operate in the real universe." Gorgon announced to everyone, "I am not sure how long this will take. If I still haven't completed this task after Debit's 'sixteen minutes', I need you to ensure that the enemy cannot get close to me."

The Iron Hands had no objection to the mission itself, but the Sons of Gorgon had a lot of objections to the premise of the mission. The first to clearly raise objections was Chief Think Tank Lindrick: "You can't - this is too risky! We haven't even done a detailed test on the 'generator' that is likely to have problems, and this is not a suitable 'spiritual land'. We can't prepare the corresponding technical support, and we don't even have the think tanks required for the ceremony -"

"Those are just preparations needed to increase the chance of success." Ferrus was determined. When a Primarch became stubborn, perhaps nothing in the entire universe could defeat their will unless the Emperor himself came. "And now, I will never lose in this matter."

"But, Primarch, I still ask you -"

"We're out of time!" Ferrus roared. "How long has 'sixteen minutes' passed? This is by far the fastest way to achieve the effect we want! Or do any of you have any other suggestions?"

"You have a little over ten minutes left." Enkidu interrupted the conversation calmly, "But I have a question: Even if you successfully embed the device you took from Mimir's Treasury into your spiritual base, it cannot change the fact that you once took the 'property' from 'Jericho'."

"This is the Medusa Sector." Ferrus simply replied, "The Medusa Sector follows the traditions and rules of the Lord of Medusa and his descendants, which makes sense in the logic of the warp."

The God-made weapons born in the early days of human civilization were very confused about this - if Debit were here, as a visitor from another world whose technological level and social development were far inferior to this world, he would probably have the same confusion. In their concept, no part of a person's body should be replaced casually, even if magic or science can do it, the parts added later are fundamentally different from the "original" parts.

Whether it is an ordinary person who has to accept auxiliary life-support equipment or replace other people's organs due to illness, or a magician who replaces part of himself with a magic costume with different functions or replaces the magic eye that originally belonged to someone else for some purpose, even if they can indeed "use them like their own limbs", in their subconscious, they can still clearly realize that those things are "external objects that do not belong to them." Therefore, in the concept of Enkidu or Debit, even if "Ferrus embeds the equipment taken from the treasury into his own spiritual base" is successful, it will not change the fact that "he took the property from Jericho."

But for the Iron Hands Chapter, which has been shouting "flesh and blood are weak" for 10,000 years, worshipping the power of machines, questioning their own weak bodies, and even going astray because of this, in their collective subconscious, the view on the above issue is completely opposite. In the countless mechanical transformations of the Sons of Gorgon carried out by the Chapter over the past 10,000 years, the views of these Astartes on similar things have been obviously distorted: they will think that the so-called "original" parts of themselves should be discarded, and the mechanical enhancement components added through surgery later are the "parts of them" that can truly become power.

——According to this logic, after Ferrus successfully embedded the generator into his spiritual base, the "generator" itself would no longer be recognized as an independent concept, but as "a part of Ferrus Manus". In this way, the whole thing became: Ferrus went to Jerick and then left with "a part of himself" - even the most unreasonable god should not be angry about this matter, and the corresponding "fate" would be self-defeating.

If anyone wants to overturn this crucial "logical problem" and shout something like "Only the Iron Hands think this way! Looking at the entire empire, this is definitely not the mainstream!", then I'm sorry, Ferrus has made it very clear: this is the Medusa Sector, a star field that the Iron Hands have operated for 10,000 years. The corresponding culture and history have accumulated for 10,000 years, creating a solid and huge foundation. Now, the "Lord of Medusa" within the scope of the foundation hopes to call the simplest basic function, which is of course a default success.

It's not that this matter cannot be interfered by external forces. But just like Ferrus who is in a hurry to deal with the "Jericho problem", even if the Lord of Change wants to intervene in this "Medusa problem", it will take time anyway.

But in front of the phantom from the end of the universe summoned by Debit, everyone is running out of "time".

Somehow, at least at this moment, Tzeentch did not cheat by manipulating time for the next round. During the "sixteen minutes" mentioned by Debbie, for some reason that no one present could understand, even the purely mechanical built-in clocks in the Iron Hands' power armor resumed normal operation, as if time had regained its rationality and logic and decided to start operating precisely in accordance with the laws of nature again.

There were still nine minutes and forty-two seconds left in the "sixteen minutes". Ferrus glanced at Enkidu, who still had the words "I don't understand" written on his face, and said anxiously, "There is no time to explain. I will successfully solve this problem."

——Then, his own outline quickly blurred amidst the light and arcs that suddenly flashed around him:

Ferrus Manus, taking advantage of the warp-confused nature of this place, unfolded his own essence.

Meow (six o'clock)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 205 We Have No Way to Retreat

Fujimaru Ritsuka once commented that Ferrus Manus is essentially a Sikaran tank. This comment is certainly not wrong, but in reality, it is indeed a bit one-sided.

Ferrus Manus is certainly a Sikaran tank in essence, but at the same time, he is definitely not just a Sikaran tank.

Amidst the dazzling brilliance and the bursting and jumping arcs, a huge existence rose from the space where the Iron Hand Primarch originally stood. It was a giant mechanical device with an obviously complex and precise structure. Various parts were carefully combined with appropriate means. The roaring chorus of steel originated, rose, and gathered from the smallest details such as the operating pistons, gears, and hinges, and finally became a magnificent symphony in an unparalleled efficient order.

That was the design that the Emperor carefully made for the individual "Ferus Manus" ten thousand years ago. But now, what is revealed to everyone is far more than the design made by the Emperor himself ten thousand years ago with his own wisdom. The linear passage of time and the history accumulated through it have polished the Primarch of the Iron Hands with "stories", and the knowledge contained in the truth of the universe has also nurtured his talents. The body of Ferrus Manus may have died ten thousand years ago, but his soul and essence are still "alive" in a certain state under the protection of the Emperor - it is this "alive" that gave him the opportunity to examine himself, understand himself, and reconstruct himself in the next ten thousand years:

The essence of Ferrus Manus is a planetary megastructure that embodies all of his ideas and inventions during his lifetime and after his death. It is designed for war and can be used as a weapon, a vehicle, maintenance equipment, resource recovery and mineral mining equipment, a factory, battlefield medical treatment - any function that can be imagined by human beings.

Limited by space, he had little chance to "fully" unfold his essence, which is why Fujimaru Ritsuka had misunderstandings about him such as "Sikaran tank". But in terms of the "scale of essence", he believed that it was the same for all Primarchs. At least after Fujimaru Ritsuka successfully used the ether to create a new body for Konrad Curze, he saw that the Emperor did use psychic power to compress that planet-sized black viscous body, whose function no one could understand but everyone could see was very reluctant, into a ball and stuff it into the body.

After some metaphysical baptism, Ferrus did once doubt whether the Emperor had used some dead stars or something like that when he created the Primarch... This is a far-fetched topic. At least in the current situation, the Primarch of the Iron Hands, who is also limited by space, cannot and does not need to fully unfold his essence. In order to achieve his ultimate goal, he only unfolded a small part of what he needed in front of his offspring - but this is already a daunting metal tower that operates harmoniously.

The light of the indicator light reflected on everyone who witnessed this scene, and they were all dumbfounded by this extraordinary spectacle. The Iron Hands present were at least Terminator veterans of the Averni clan with more than 200 years of service, and the most senior one was a fearless elder of the Karash clan who had served for nearly a thousand years. Logically speaking, in their combat careers, they would have had many experiences fighting against evil creatures in the Warp, and they must have seen this kind of uncommon and illogical psychic phenomenon many times, but they were still instinctively shocked by the scene before them:

The magnificent psychic power of the Emperor and the sophisticated machinery of the Ohm Messiah were so clearly manifested in the body of a Son of God that, if the right person was present, the relevant doctrines - whether it was the State Religion or the Mechanicus - could be iterated at least four or five times in an instant based on this one scene.

Unfortunately, now is not a good time to do this. Debit's "sixteen minutes" only has eight minutes and fifty-seven seconds left. Ferrus Manus is inside the tower structure that has been deployed on the spot, and is obviously hurriedly conducting the most basic inspection of the "generator" he took out earlier. The good news is that so far, those strange shadows have pushed the battle line a little further under Debit's control, and have not missed any enemy. The bad news is that anyone with a little mechanical knowledge can see that what Ferrus is doing is obviously not something that can be completed in a normal process within just eight minutes and fifty-seven seconds, even if he is the Primarch, this is unlikely.

In other words, they now have to consider what will happen eight minutes and fifty-seven seconds later.

The Iron Priests came to their senses and knocked on the power armors of their battle brothers one by one. The buzzer sounded loudly in the communication link to remind them of the urgent situation. Under this violent coercion, the Iron Hands began to operate as a whole again. They recounted the remaining number of people, weapons and equipment, and ammunition, and prepared to build a defense line again with their gene father as the center. Unfortunately, after the previous series of "fateful coincidences", their current reserves were already a little stretched for a zero-depth stronghold defense war that could not be ended normally.

From the perspective of logic and probability, this is not a battle that can be won. In the past, the Iron Hands would never allow themselves to fall into such a situation, allowing their colleagues to do something reprehensible like "wasting resources in a battle that may not be won." But now, they obviously have no way to retreat. Their gene father has pushed them onto a battlefield that is neither in line with the Chapter's consistent creed nor impossible to retreat from. But strangely, none of them have any complaints about this. Instead, they accept this uncertainty very easily for some reason.

Perhaps war is something that is difficult to determine the outcome of before it actually ends.

-

Sitting on a throne decorated with gems, gold foil and colorful feathers, Tezcatlipoca suddenly frowned towards the distant sky.

Inside the Great Rift, the colorful and magnificent sky of the Warp mocked him as always, but he did not look away, even though he had now used some kind of sacrificial ritual to create a mortal body for himself, and in this universe, mortal bodies were in many ways susceptible to the contamination of the Warp.

He, or rather, himself, had taken advantage of the chaos among the gods here, gained a small piece of territory, and had his own followers. The speed of time passing inside the Great Rift, or rather, inside the Warp, was never normal. Maybe only a few months had passed in the outside world, but he had been running this planet, which probably belonged to Khorne, for several years.

It was indeed quite interesting to rob the cars of Khorne's followers and other Khorne's followers, but for Tezcatlipoca, it was just a snack after dinner. When the things that really mattered to him happened, he still had to look up:

For example, Debbie carried out a large-scale summoning of the "Angel Relics".

He once warned Debit about the relevant issues: since his memory barrier of only five minutes a day is still there, it means that even if he died once or even changed a universe, the individual "Debit Zem Voyd" is still subject to the malicious creatures outside the observable universe that "turned him into this", or simply "created him". In this case, it is certainly possible to summon an alien terminal in this universe, but if this ability is abused too much, it is hard to guarantee that it will not attract the attention of "outsiders".

In the last regular communication, Tezcatlipoca believed that with his power that barely "held its ground" in this universe, he could shield him from the gazes of life outside the realm within sixteen minutes at most. He did set up a corresponding spell for Debito, but he didn't expect that the spell would be triggered so quickly.

He could feel that he was in the warp, and Debit was also in the warp. Even if he had stuffed himself into a human-like body out of interest (or fun), with his power as an omnipotent god, there shouldn't be any problem in making a real-time observation of an individual with whom he had a strong affinity in the warp - but in fact, when he looked around, he could only see a blurry mist at the roughly corresponding position.

Tezcatlipoca narrowed his eyes in displeasure.

Meow (peaceful)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 206 Just as planned!

“Hahahaha, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo——”

Somewhere in the warp, the Lord of Change's shrill cry set off a huge wave. The desire for knowledge engraved into his instincts by his power and the instinctive desire for survival that he must have as an intelligent individual collided with each other at this moment, greatly interfering with his normal strength as a powerful Chaos.

The terminal from the primordial time, the individuals outside the universe, the dimensions outside the observable range, all of these aroused Tzeentch's curiosity. But this time was different from the time he faced Fujimaru Ritsuka or even Tezcatlipoca: when facing the above outsiders, Tzeentch did feel the danger to some extent, but he was still able to be happy about the changes brought about by this danger - but these... things summoned by Debit made Tzeentch feel that the "danger" was fundamentally different in nature.

They are external destruction, disordered madness, one and all, the beginning and the end, and...something...

Something that could overturn their beloved chessboard, or even "kill" them outright.

This is worse than the one on the throne. Although if He gets up, He will most likely sit on a chair that symbolizes burning and destruction and is filled with crazy hatred, but at least He will operate according to the basic laws of this universe. But what about those things? Tzeentch doesn't know.

For the Lord of Change, this was literally the first time in the history of the universe: He knew nothing. When facing Fujimaru Ritsuka, He at least knew that he was facing a "human who fell into this universe from the Well of Eternity", so he could treat her the same way he treated a human; when facing Tezcatlipoca, He at least knew that he was facing a "god who somehow crossed the barrier between worlds", so he could treat him the same way he treated other divine beings; but - this thing that Depp summoned? Except that "they did not exist before, do not exist now, and will not exist in this universe", Tzeentch could say that he knew nothing.

He wanted to know under the urge of the power of knowledge, but refused to know under the urge of the instinct of survival. This made him look very much like some kind of schizophrenia at this moment - even in the eyes of the Chaos Power, whose "mental state" could never be measured by human standards.

"If you can't help, at least keep quiet, can't you?" The Lord of Pleasure said so, and his tone was obviously unhappy. "My favorite one is now facing those abominations! Oh, poor little guy, what a fright he will suffer!"

Although he was also watching the battlefield, the Dark Prince, who lacked a more intuitive understanding of the threat of "those things", only looked a little worried. He did not have the power like Tzeentch to see the essence of things at a glance, and he was the youngest among the gods. This prevented him from immediately truly understanding the threat of those things, and he only felt that they were really annoying - with the power of Slaanesh, he was completely unable to interpret the emotions and desires of those black shadows, as if they were "not alive".

But they did seem to be alive. They clearly had their own consciousness and predatory behavior. The Lord of Pleasure could even feel that after his servants, his fragments, and the little power he extended, those lifeless beings were swallowed by the shadow, they completely "no longer existed".

This made him feel disgusted but also threatened.

"Can't you solve this?" Driven by all kinds of negative emotions, Slaanesh complained to Tzeentch without much hope, "They were 'summoned', right? It seems that no sacrifice was used. Can't you use some corresponding spells to send them all back?"

“Hahahahahaha—No, I can’t! Even if I could, I can’t!” The Lord of Change spoke incoherently, “Can’t do this! Can’t attract their attention, because that would be the same as attracting the attention of something behind them!”

"What?" Slaanesh frowned, and in an instant he backed off - Fulgrim could be considered his favorite toy. This time he took the initiative to please the Lord of Pleasure with a drama, so of course he agreed and supported it. But if the performance of this drama would cause Fulgrim to encounter something beyond the limit, he should of course stop everything that was happening in time.

But Tzeentch's crazy words did not end yet:

"We cannot send them away with magic, we cannot influence them with power, we cannot distort them with rules, and we cannot let them stay here for too long - just watch! Sally, my brother! Such actions will lead our chessboard to destruction!" He said this, and his tone contained two extreme emotions that were almost impossible to exist at the same time: ecstasy and fear. "But don't worry! I'm watching! Everything will continue to proceed as planned! There are always other beings who are more worried about the survival of the chessboard itself than we are!"

-

As his master was probably thinking at the same moment, Fulgrim was indeed having second thoughts.

He really didn't want to continue to be entangled with these messy and incomprehensible things.

The Demon Primarch had indeed spent nearly 10,000 years in the Silver Palace, focusing only on extreme pleasures and rarely leaving to lead his troops to the real battlefield. But this did not mean that he had completely lost the ability he should have as a general - although it was possible, perhaps, probably, there were not many left, after all, there were too many emotional, or "perceptual" messy reasons that would affect his decision-making.

Moreover, the subordinates he could now command were so scattered that they had almost no organization, but Fulgrim had obviously considered this before setting out, and had managed to make them obey his orders - at least, his "ingenious" plan, which had the help of Slaanesh and Tzeentch, did not go wrong until he successfully blocked Ferrus Manus.

But he really didn't know what these shadows were, and he didn't want to fight them at all. He felt that they were all incomprehensible. He didn't know that this was not just a subjective feeling he felt from those things, but an objective fact: as "a certain life form" in the universe, objectively speaking, he could never understand those "life outside the domain". This was something that even Tzeentch could not do.

Even after a period of close combat, Fulgrim still could not understand the composition, form, attack method, and survival method of those things - fortunately, if you just want to "kill" them, you don't necessarily need to understand the principles. At least the most basic method is to chop them into small pieces or burn their bodies. This cruel method that can stop most life activities is indeed useful for killing these "things".

If it was in the past - ten thousand years ago, when he had not yet fallen and dared to take seven descendants to retake a planet within three months, Fulgrim would not be so panicked. As long as this thing can be killed, then they still have a chance of winning. But now, Fulgrim, who has become a demon prince, obviously lacks the corresponding belief and motivation, and the soldiers under his command are no longer those determined and skilled "Emperor's Children".

The army of Slaanesh collapsed under the impact of the horrible alien species, and the battle line quickly retreated amidst the screams of terror. The high platform specially set up for the atmosphere when Fulgrim appeared on the scene had been destroyed, and the other four Great Keepers of Secrets who he had originally arranged in it to hide them as a precaution were forced to jump out at the time and joined the battle group in anger, but soon after, they were drowned in the shadows one by one with the same screams of fear in some incomprehensible form.

Fulgrim believed that the deaths of these Slaanesh daemons would surely attract the attention of the Lord of Pleasure, but the rolling waves in the High Heavens did not bring him the will of his master.

The demon prince gritted his teeth and looked at the mechanical towers standing in the enemy's front, barely summoning up a little fighting spirit and holding on to the battlefield. Fulgrim, who always strives for perfection, refused to admit that his perfect plan would be defeated by this unexpected event. He tried to convince himself to overcome the fear of the unknown and continued to struggle on this battlefield with anger and unwillingness.

——At this time, there was one minute and six seconds left before Debbie’s “sixteen minutes” ended.

Meow (six o'clock)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 207 Times have changed

A bewitching light fell from the colorful sky above the battlefield. The Lord of Joy, sitting in the vast ocean, gave revelations and blessings to His followers at the right time at the advice of the Lord of Change.

In the next sixty-six seconds, the followers of Slaanesh briefly received the favor of their master. This allowed them, or them, to perform more agile dance steps on the battlefield, or play more moving music. In essence, this was just a very ordinary increase, and it would not even cost Slaanesh much energy, and it was unknown whether it would have any substantial help on the current battlefield situation. But it did boost the morale of the followers, at least letting them know that their god had not given up on them when facing the life outside the domain.

The followers of Joy who had received this gift did cheer, and continued to fight as per the command of the God, not collapsing in front of an enemy that was too far beyond common sense - even the common sense of the Unliving. The sixty-six seconds on the battlefield were long, but also short - after these last sixty-six seconds, those incomprehensible shadows from outside the dimension disappeared silently:

This is because Debit accurately timed Tezcatlipoca's "cover" time and autonomously sent the shadows back to where they should be. As Tzeentch said, out of basic human morality and good and evil, Debit, who caused all this, was actually the one who least wanted creatures outside the domain to notice this universe.

This place is already bad, it really shouldn't be made worse.

Realizing that this "accident" was over, Fulgrim and his demon soldiers sighed with relief. The Lord of Pleasure's blessing once again slipped away from them, but these followers of desire were not too sad: things were back on track, and they still remembered everything the Primarch had promised them before they set out, and were willing to enjoy the process - and preferably the end result.

Corrupting an entire loyal chapter, and even seizing another Primarch who had been resurrected after fighting under the Corpse Emperor for 10,000 years, especially when the main characters in the above description are the Iron Hands and Ferrus Manus! This is simply irresistible to the Chaos warbands of the Emperor's Children, and everyone agrees that this entanglement of ten thousand years deserves a grand and gorgeous ending. Under the gaze of the magnificent existence in the High Heavens, the ending of this drama will be concluded at a point that they all like to see, and in this case, no matter what price they have to pay for it, it is worth it.

Driven by such a "guiding ideology", the Chaos Astartes once again fell into an atmosphere of near carnival after the crisis was resolved. It can be said that the vast majority of those who were left did not even think of looking around, checking their remaining forces, integrating their troops and re-drafting appropriate tactics. They only knew to rush towards the Iron Hands position with their Unliving friends, hoping to use killing, blood, torture and the enemy's painful wails to soothe their wounded hearts in the past period of time.