Everyone witnessed a one-sided slaughter as the Mutated Iron Golem tore off the wings from the Greater Daemon of Tzeentch's back, and an endless psionic storm washed over the Iron Golem's body.
This was a death throe.
However, the surrounding lesser daemons were unlucky, being blown away by the powerful psychic energy, some even torn to shreds by the brutal force.
The health bar above the Mutated Iron Golem's head was also decreasing, though not quickly, it still proved the strength of this Greater Daemon of Tzeentch. Iron Golem raised a fist larger than an average heavy tank and smashed it onto the Greater Daemon of Tzeentch's fragile body.
Bang... Bang...
The psionic shield that appeared around the Greater Daemon of Tzeentch's body played a significant role, at least offsetting more than half of Iron Golem's strength.
The shield rose, the fist fell.
The shield rose, the fist fell.
It was too brutal; the Greater Daemon of Tzeentch's flesh was smashed into a bloody mess.
Suddenly, Yang Tao frowned, a feeling of being spied upon rising from the depths of his heart.
Warp.
Yang Tao's gaze turned towards the 'sky' where a cold sun quietly hovered above his territory.
'Too bad it's not a butt...'
This was the Emperor's projection in the Warp, a black 'sun' emitting golden light, yet even looking at it gave a chilling sensation.
When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.
The Emperor found Yang Tao, and at the same time, Yang Tao seemed to see the skeletal man sitting on the Golden Throne.
'Come to Terra...'
A majestic voice echoed from within the space.
At the same time, in the outside world, the Mutated Iron Golem had already crushed the Greater Daemon of Tzeentch's bird-like head. Although Greater Daemons are the top-tier power under the Chaos Gods, that refers to Greater Daemons with names.
Nameless ones like this are only slightly stronger than Daemon Champions.
"Go to Terra?"
Yang Tao's expression became somewhat strange.
Go to Terra? Do you want me to sit on a toilet or something?
However, since the other party didn't directly attack or use psychic energy to control him, it meant there was room for negotiation.
A transaction that could affect the entire Warhammer universe emerged in his mind.
Material Universe.
After the tall Mutated Iron Golem killed the Greater Daemon of Tzeentch, it ran back to Yang Tao's side. A flash of white light, and Iron Golem disappeared.
Yang Tao looked at Marius Augustus Calgar, a smile appearing on his face: "Sorry, I wanted to talk to you just now, but I heard the Emperor's summons. I need to go to Terra... Let's sit down together when I have time."
With that, Yang Tao's projection vanished, leaving only a teleportation stele radiating a soft white glow.
Calgar, who was initially shocked by the strength of the Bishop-level Mutated Iron Golem, finally couldn't hold back after hearing Yang Tao's words.
The Emperor's summons? Go to Terra??
My loyalty is clear as day and night, why didn't the Emperor chat with me?
Warp.
Yang Tao's true body had arrived above the black sun. There was no material substance here, only a swirling mass of black energy.
This was the Emperor's soul projection.
A sun.
It was exaggerated, but when one considered it was the Emperor, everything seemed reasonable.
"Since you want me to go to Terra, then do not resist!"
With that, he directly extended his hand and plunged it into the 'sun', just as he usually inserted it into the souls of ordinary people.
The next moment, a new world appeared before him: the eternal and unchanging Imperial Palace on Terra.
This was a colossal Gothic-style palace, so vast that even a battleship could be placed inside without feeling cramped.
The distant, cold walls were covered with murals and texts, recounting the former glory of this place.
However, the lighting here was poor, perhaps to better allow the Emperor to sit on his Golden Toilet and sell his butt.
Some 'golden sculptures' stood holding spears beneath the throne, motionless, like exquisitely crafted, top-tier figurines.
Custodes.
The Empire's top-tier fighting force, second only to the Primarchs, they are the guardians of the Imperial Palace and the Golden Throne, and the Emperor's personal bodyguards.
This was a personal guard composed of three hundred elite Custodes. As the Emperor's close bodyguards, they had never left his side.
But Yang Tao always felt that these super gene-enhanced corn people were secretly slacking off in the Imperial Palace.
With a thought, Yang Tao's figure appeared out of thin air before the Emperor. He scrutinized the figure sitting on the Golden Throne and finally commented: "Brother, you've lost weight!"
Bang!
Several power swords struck Yang Tao's body. The speed of these golden corn elites was completely beyond what ordinary people could perceive.
An ordinary Astra Militarum member probably wouldn't even know how they died.
However, no matter how weak Yang Tao's current strength was, he was not someone these 'mortals' could touch.
The Custodes were furious; an enemy had once again infiltrated the Imperial Palace, even reaching the Emperor's presence.
Blasphemy! This was an immense blasphemy!!!
Just as these Custodes were about to activate their 'red-eye' effect...
"Stand down!"
The skeleton sitting on the throne spoke!
Although the voice was soft, to the Custodes, it was deafening. All Custodes immediately carried their weapons and walked out.
Regardless, this was an order.
Though they truly wanted to hack Yang Tao to death.
Looking at the Emperor, who was now just skin and bones, Yang Tao smiled slightly and teased: "You're in such a state, yet you can still speak. It's truly difficult for you."
The Golden Throne was not merely a Golden Throne.
Its core was a powerful psychic magnification device, and the throne itself was connected to a portal leading to the Webway through numerous conduits and cables.
Due to a 'letter', the conduit was blasted, and an endless stream of daemons poured into the Imperial Palace through the rift. The Emperor, left with no choice, had to sit on this Golden Throne and use his immensely powerful butt (psychic energy) to seal the rift.
Because the Emperor's butt was too powerful, the daemons ceased their assault, and this Webway War thus came to an end.
"Webway... energy..."
The Emperor was speaking, but even Yang Tao, no matter how dull, could feel that he was speaking with great difficulty now.
"Wait a moment."
Yang Tao changed into a Healing Sage's Robe, and the holy light dispelled the coldness and stillness permeating the surroundings.
"Diamondflesh! Feast! Remove Curse!"
Diamondflesh
Master
Cost 100
Grants the target Resistance III for 30 seconds.
Using the Master Holy Guardian Staff can increase the effect to Resistance IV.
Three beams of light fell upon the Emperor's skeletal body.
Reducing 80% of psychic consumption and pain received, and with the added satiety and restored hunger, the Emperor's skeletal body almost instantly became full.
A perfect man, clad in a white robe and wearing a golden crown of thorns, sat upon the throne.
Behind his head, it was as if a light bulb had been installed, emitting a soft golden glow.
The Emperor
HP 30 / 30
Only a fool would believe that HP.
"I can have your name spread throughout the Imperium of Man, and you can freely absorb the Warp energy leaking from the Imperial Palace's conduits. If those four guys appear, I will help you."
The Emperor's words were very brief.
He likely knew that Yang Tao's spells had a limited duration.
"Good."
Yang Tao agreed very readily.
As long as he got the faith points, he didn't care if the God-Emperor had a conspiracy. When the Titan creatures descended, even if the God-Emperor wanted to cause trouble, Yang Tao could have the Titan Iron Golems scatter his ashes.