Merge - Warhammer 40k: Stellaris

Terra is the homeworld of humanity, and after the end of the Age of Dark Technology, it was monopolized by various warlord factions.

Now, Zeke has personally appeared on Terra, while the fleets of the other Primarchs are fighting across the galaxy.

At this time, humanity could be said to be powerful, with all types of warships available, and the Iron Legion also existed, which is why Guilliman and their Great Crusade entered a very difficult phase right from the start.

And Zeke also encountered some minor troubles on Terra.

Iron Legion!!!

Zeke's powerful psychic abilities exposed the gathering of the Immortals, and naturally, the tyrant ruling the Caucasus region, as well as the warring warlords, mutants, and sorcerers in various areas of the Terra Mountains, also cast their gazes here.

An Iron Legion engaged in battle with the Custodes on the ground.

And Zeke's fleet, parked in Terra's orbit, made the warlords on Terra fear it like tigers, causing them to set aside their prejudices and form a Combined fleet.

Humanity, having just finished fighting the Iron Legion not long ago, had fleets with extremely high combat power.

On the small planet of Terra, human warlords mobilized their respective legions, totaling over 480 battleships of various types, along with numerous strike cruisers, destroyers, and even Iron Legion intelligence-controlled titans!

These weapons still maintained the combat power of humanity's peak era, with temporal weapons also being equipped by humanity, and black hole weapons even more so.

However, due to the battle moon being no different in size from Terra, and facing such large warships, the allied forces of the various warlords on Terra instead decided to negotiate with Zeke.

They were all humans, so they understood one thing: when technology was roughly similar, the larger the opponent's warship, the stronger its combat power would certainly be. Larger spaces could accommodate more black technology.

"Your Majesty, we have received communications from those rebels below. They request to communicate and negotiate with you."

As soon as Zeke returned, his Custodes reported this matter to him.

Of course, there was no actual need for the Custodes to report; Zeke had already seen the enemy had gathered a massive fleet when he returned.

"Negotiate?" Zeke was somewhat lost in thought upon hearing the Custodes' words.

"Didn't these idiots on the other side see my battle moon? What are they thinking? They want to negotiate with me?"

Zeke was a bit confused about what these guys were thinking. Didn't they see his battle moon, which was so massive? If it were to crash, it could probably smash their small fleet to pieces, right?

"We are not yet aware of that, but based on the technology derived from Your Majesty's family, humanity at this time should not fear a planet-sized warship."

"They possess enough weapons to destroy planets."

"Furthermore, according to the warship's detection, their titan warship's main cannon, combined with the concentrated fire of those battleships, should also be capable of destroying planets."

"Even if the battle moon takes a hit, there should be some losses; ordinary battleships cannot withstand it."

...Alright, having played too many low-level games with the Emperor, suddenly encountering a human civilization with a bit of technological sophistication caught Zeke slightly off guard.

He almost forgot that this era was the Age of Dark Technology, where humanity's various dark technologies focused on sheer power, pursuing anything that had immense destructive force.

In the Age of Dark Technology, although humanity's technology at this period was far inferior to his own forces, they truly possessed a multitude of destructive weapons.

"Then, how do you assess the combat power of the enemy's warships?" Since the enemy possessed a certain level of combat power, Zeke asked seriously.

"Although they possess powerful weapons, if they cannot hit us, they will have little impact on our warships. I suggest we first retreat and then use superluminal combat tactics to destroy them."

"To be honest, Your Majesty, I really cannot understand why they do not have sufficient superluminal travel methods, to the extent that when fleet battles unfold, they are simply unable to fight at superluminal speeds."

The Custodes was somewhat puzzled. He couldn't understand why humanity in this universe, despite possessing powerful weapons that could even pose a threat to the Dominion fleet, had such abstract speed.

"Don't say that. Every civilization naturally has its advantages. Order our fleet to retreat first, then use the battle moon to destroy their resistance. Now, connect their communication. I want to hear what those idiots on the other side have to say."

Soon, the communication was connected. A holographic image unfolded before Zeke. The image showed a middle-aged man dressed in a lavish but slightly outdated military uniform.

Behind him was a busy bridge background, with faint projections of other warlord representatives visible. The man's face displayed a complex expression, attempting to maintain dignity yet unable to conceal his nervousness.

"Commander of the unknown fleet," the middle-aged man cleared his throat, trying to make his voice sound steady and strong, to prevent the other party from detecting his slight apprehension.

After all, having a warship as large as Terra right before him, even if he could destroy it, he was still somewhat afraid.

"I am Karl van Derian, representative of the Terra United Provisional Council. Your unauthorized entry into the core region of the Solar System and the deployment of large-scale military units in the orbit of the sacred homeworld of Terra is an unacceptable provocation to the sovereignty of all humanity!"

Zeke sat casually on the command throne, resting his chin on one hand, a playful smile on his face: "So?"

Seeing that Zeke seemed open to discussion, these representatives on the other side, naive as they were, thought it could be resolved peacefully and thus spoke.

"Although the Federal Government has dissolved, Terra remains the glorious homeworld of humanity. Your actions are an infringement on the sovereignty of the entire human race.

Given that you are also human," "and in light of the... scale you have displayed, we are willing to offer you an opportunity for negotiation."

"As long as you withdraw from the Solar System and provide compensation and an explanation for this invasion, then this matter will be considered settled."

"Otherwise, the Human United fleet assembled here will have no choice but to exercise its right to self-defense and utterly destroy your threat!"

After all, he was also a soldier; although he lacked confidence, he still issued his threat.

His words, however, sounded to Zeke like a baby threatening an adult to leave.

Zeke, sitting on the command throne, changed his posture, looking at the other party with an expression of disdain for the world.

"Then, who told you that the Federal Government has dissolved, and who told you that Terra, the homeworld of humanity, is your territory?"

"Here, I issue a final warning to you: disarm yourselves, lay down your weapons, and re-accept the leadership and rule of the Federal Government. Otherwise, you will be utterly destroyed. The Dominion will never tolerate any rebellion!"

"Given that you are human, as long as you lay down your weapons now, the Dominion can accept your surrender and forgive your past transgressions. Otherwise, you will be killed without mercy!"

Although his Terran Dominion was not the Terran Dominion of this universe.

However, his family had been part of the Terran Dominion in the Warhammer Universe, and he was indeed the Emperor of the Terran Dominion.

Since that was the case, and since this was also a Terran Dominion, Zeke naturally chose to accept it with a smile.

Zeke's words exploded like a thunderclap in the bridge of the Terra Combined fleet's flagship.

Carl van der Rhein and the warlord representatives behind him were all stunned, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.

"Federal Government?" Van der Rhein practically shrieked, his voice distorted, "What are you saying? The Dominion collapsed long ago during the Men of Iron Rebellion! What nonsense are you spouting about a Federal Government here!"

"Such language shows no sincerity for negotiation. If you continue with such remarks, we will commence hostilities. Please think carefully before proceeding!"

In truth, after Zeke mentioned the Federal Government, the negotiations had all but collapsed, but the threat of the battle moon still loomed.

They could indeed destroy the star, but if a planet-sized battleship were destroyed near Terra, Terra would inevitably suffer irreversible damage. They still didn't want to start a fight immediately; the losses would be too great for them.

"Representative Van der Rhein, is it?" Zeke spoke slowly.

Van der Rhein's expression changed: "You! Arrogant! Do you think your artificial planet alone can contend with the might of all Terra? We possess weapons capable of tearing stars apart!"

"Oh? Is that so?" Zeke revealed a smile that no one could decipher.

"Then you can try. Will your artillery strike my battle moon first, or will my fleet turn your so-called combined force into space debris first?"

He leaned forward slightly, staring into Van der Rhein's eyes, and said, word for word: "Negotiation? Possible. I have only one condition for you.

Unconditional surrender, accept the rule of the Terran Dominion.

This is your only choice, and your last chance. My patience is limited; I give you thirty seconds to consider."

With that, Zeke directly cut off communications, giving the other party no chance to speak further.

On the other end of the communication, on the bridge of the Terra Combined fleet's flagship, Van der Rhein and the other warlord representatives exchanged glances, their faces extremely grim.

They hadn't expected the other side to be so unyielding, even tyrannical.

"He's mad! He actually wants us to surrender unconditionally?"

"We cannot agree! This is a disgrace!"

"It's just a planet-sized battleship, isn't it? At worst, we'll sacrifice everything we have to destroy it! We absolutely cannot give up like this!"

"This fellow said he represents the Federal Government. Have you all forgotten how the Federal Government disappeared? You and everyone present must be held responsible for the disappearance of the Federal Government!"

"Regardless of whether the other side is the Federal Government's army, since they have returned, the conflict between us and them is irreconcilable. There can only be a fight to the death!"

Amidst the various arguments, only the phrase "fight to the death" emerged and quickly silenced the other representatives.

Of course, they all knew full well how the Federal Government had disappeared.

Would the Federal Government have disappeared so easily without their instigation? That would certainly be impossible.

Now a fleet has arrived, claiming to be the Federal Government's fleet. If they were to surrender to the other side, once the other side investigated what had happened on Terra, they would each find that even death would be a luxury.

"So, we can only fight?" someone said weakly, and the next second, the thick energy torrent from the battle moon engulfed their flagship.

The same old saying holds true: even in the Dark Technology era, humanity possessed numerous destructive weapons, but when the distance closed and they entered our firing range, they had already lost the ability to resist.

The battle moon's main cannon, in its first salvo, directly pierced through several battleships like the spear of a god, taking out the enemy's titan in a single shot.

Too fast! Too strong!

They couldn't even fully capture the battle moon's main cannon charging process before the attack arrived. That method of directly erasing existence transcended their conventional understanding of "weapons."

"Counterattack! Quick, counterattack!" Van der Rhein's adjutant screamed hoarsely from the bridge of another battleship, attempting to take command. However, panic spread like a plague through the combined fleet.

"Main cannon, aim! Lock onto that artificial planet!"

"No! Its energy signature is too erratic! The fire control system cannot maintain a stable lock!"

"Flank! We have a superluminal jump signal on our flank! It's the enemy's fleet!"

Just as the combined fleet's attention was drawn by the earth-shattering strike of the battle moon, Zeke's Imperial fleet had already completed its tactical encirclement.

Dozens of sleek battleships, shimmering with a ghostly blue energy glow, leaped out of the void like specters, appearing on the combined fleet's most vulnerable flanks and rear.

The advantage of superluminal travel was precisely this: facing battleships that were far too slow to keep up, their appearance meant slaughter.

The battle in space lasted only a few hours. After a few hours, the entire combined fleet of Terra's warlords was completely destroyed, and countless human fleets drifted in the galaxy like piles of scrap metal.

The war that unfolded in orbit left the warlords of Terra, who were united below, utterly dumbfounded.

This was Terra, the pinnacle of human technology. Before humanity's decline, it possessed powerful technology, so they had heard Zeke's earlier words.

Zeke said he represented the Federal Government... They had clearly sent the Federal Government to its grave, but now the Federal Government had returned, bringing with it a massive fleet. These... tyrants and warlords exchanged glances, and they chose to refuse!!

Surrender was impossible. Even if their fleet was completely lost, they would never surrender. They would resist the Federal Government until the last moment, because if they surrendered to the Federal Government, they would find life unbearable and death unattainable.

After their exchange of glances, large numbers of Iron Legion began to mobilize, and orbital defense facilities also began to activate, preparing to fire upon the massive stellar battleship in orbit.

However, no matter how they looked at it, their weapons, when mobilized, always seemed ridiculous in the face of the massive battle moon.

Conventional orbital defense weapons facing the battle moon's colossal size were a joke. If the battle moon were to simply shut down its anti-gravity system, its mass, far exceeding that of a neutron star, could instantly tear all of Terra into pieces.

Sometimes gravity itself is the best weapon, especially for a massive neutron star-stellar-planetary battleship like the battle moon, constructed from null-material armor.

The enormous figure of the battle moon cast a shadow of near death over Terra.

The warlords below began to mobilize their respective armies of modified humans or Iron Men, preparing for a potential orbital drop.

Terra was humanity's homeworld. Since the other side claimed to be the Federal Government, then presumably the Federal Government wouldn't want to directly blow up Terra.

As long as the other side didn't blow up the planet, they would have to come down and fight a ground war with their armies.

In that case, they would still have room to resist. This was the thinking of the various warlords on Terra, but in the next second, their idea became an illusion.

The massive figure of the battle moon appeared in orbit above Terra. The next second, the lower half of the battle moon slowly pulled apart, revealing a thick cannon barrel almost the size of a moon to everyone.

world-destroying energy was gathering in this cannon barrel... Almost everyone on Terra could see the energy condensing. They had miscalculated.

According to their thinking, they believed the Federal Government wouldn't possibly destroy Terra directly, but the scene before them was telling them that the other side didn't care about this human homeworld at all and was preparing to utterly blow it up.

Such a sight left them feeling helpless, while Zeke, sitting on the command throne of the battle moon, was extremely calm.

Terra?

One Terra in the Galaxy was enough; having two human origin homeworlds was not suitable.

If there were two origin homeworlds, wouldn't that disrupt the unification of humanity?

Therefore, this planet naturally had to be destroyed.

Furthermore, the civil wars these factions fought on Terra after the Dominion's collapse had left this Terra planet in ruins.

The condition of this planet was only slightly better than the Terra in the Emperor's hands. Even if Zeke wanted to acquire it, it would require another Gaia-planet-level transformation.

It wasn't worth it... A planet that had been overdeveloped by humans, a planet that had been over-scoured by war, was not worth Zeke re-developing it because it no longer had any developmental value.

Its future could only be as a tourist world.

Yet, the political significance represented by this planet gave it a sacred status. Therefore, to prevent the origin of humanity from being split into two planets, and also to prevent humans from two different parts of the Galaxy from not recognizing each other, the political benefit of destroying this planet was greater.

planetary Devastation!

The battle moon's speed in gathering energy was even faster than a giant elephant. After just one standard Terra day, the battle moon's cannon barrel had already gathered its energy.

Zeke simply projected himself onto the surface of this planet, looking at all the warlord forces and ordinary civilians on the planet.

"I believe you already know what will happen next.

The Federal Government does not want traitors. I know many of you civilians are innocent, so the innocent need not fear; your souls will be preserved by the Dominion."

"With the existence of souls, the Federal Government can allow you to live a new life.

However, those who have committed grave errors against the Dominion, their souls will not have such good days.

Therefore, innocent civilians, please close your eyes now, lest you see a scene you do not wish to see."

"Culprits, you should have already prepared to appear in the Warp. The war of the Chaos Gods of the Warp is escalating, and I think you will like it there."

Zeke spoke these words to all the civilians on Terra.

The next second, his figure vanished. As his figure disappeared, a thick torrent of energy struck Terra, going straight to its core.

Terra, this human homeworld of this Galaxy, was completely destroyed, becoming fragments in the universe, and these fragments were also directly annihilated by the Dominion fleet with powerful force, reduced to dust. It was as if no planet had ever existed here.

Everyone clearly understood that humanity's homeworld had seemingly been utterly destroyed just like that.

But how could Zeke possibly prepare to resettle the trillions of people on Terra?

That would be too much trouble. Therefore, time weapons were used, and in the next second, the planet was reshaped.

After the planet was reshaped, Zeke scattered a large number of growth-accelerating plants on it, and then a large number of dinosaurs and other creatures were also thrown onto this planet by him.

From now on, this planet would no longer be called Terra, but Jurassic.

When the people from Terra are resurrected and sent to this planet, they will absolutely not believe this is still the homeworld of Terra. The origin of humanity in this Galaxy has been destroyed; they can only recognize and can only have one origin.

After all this was done, the Dominion fleet slowly turned its head to look at a sister planet next to Terra.

Mars!

Terra and Mars were very close, so the Adeptus Mechanicus must have already sensed what happened on Terra.

To make the humans of this Galaxy fully understand that there was no such thing as Mars and Terra here, that Mars and Terra were not here, Mars also had to be destroyed.

However, this time Zeke had no interest in broadcasting on Mars again, but instead directly commanded the battle moon to come to orbit above Mars.

The Fabricator General of the Adeptus Mechanicus, who had done nothing but watch the show, looked at the giant battle moon appearing above Mars and felt like he had been utterly wronged.

"Am I not human? Am I not human? I did nothing, and you attack me!"

The Adeptus Mechanicus, from top to bottom, was extremely indignant, but it was clear that their indignation was meaningless in Zeke's eyes.

Again, humanity can only have one origin. For the better rule of the humans in this Galaxy, Zeke would never allow any risks to exist. This was for humanity's manifest destiny!

A massive planetary Devastation was fired again. Mars, even more fragile than Terra, instantly vanished into the dust of the Galaxy, followed by the usual time weapon.

Mars was shattered into a pile of fragments.

Soon, under the power of the time weapon, time flowed backward, reshaping a complete planet, which once again appeared before everyone.

As always, this planet would still undergo environmental modification and then be used to accommodate these Adeptus Mechanicus members.

However, who could continue to live and who could not would depend on what these Adeptus Mechanicus personnel had done during this period.

The Dominion's soul containment device was not some extremely unreliable mechanical creation; the soul reception device was very clear about what souls it could collect and what it could not.

Those who harbored ulterior motives or would affect the Dominion had already been directly thrown into the Warp.

The Chaos Gods of the Warp would naturally be very happy to receive this batch of individuals.

The first step of the Great Crusade in the Galaxy was almost complete. Once the Primarchs' fleets swept through everything, this Galaxy would be brought under the rule of the Dominion.

Having dealt with all this, Zeke was going to do the most important thing he came to this Galaxy for.

For Zeke, the most important thing for him since coming to this universe was to find those unowned stars, collect them all, and compress them into a singularity.

Thus, the interstellar battleships he was about to build would have sufficient energy.

To achieve this, Zeke at this time had to continuously travel through the Galaxy with his fleet, and then pack up all those unnecessary stars.

With dark matter technology, he was confident enough to pack these stars and take them back to create the singularity matter he needed.

At this time, the Expeditionary fleet was also busy. Due to the scattered nature of the human warlord forces, they had no advantage against the Great Crusade legions.

Especially the Warp, due to the operations of the Chaos Gods of the Warp, and the fact that the Chaos Gods of the Warp were helping the human army in battle, the Warp also became a preserve for the human legions.

The Imperium of Man's armies could easily travel through the Warp at will and launch attacks on important enemy planets, while the enemy could not use the Warp.

Although humans in the Dark Age of Technology also had superluminal travel speeds, it was only a few times the speed of light, incomparable to the fleets of the Primarchs.

So, about 2 years later, after Zeke had collected most of the stars he needed, about a quarter of the Galaxy's territory had fallen into the embrace of the Imperium of Man.

Large numbers of Iron Legions returned to the embrace of humanity, and the Golden Engineers once again began to strive for human civilization.

The Federal Government will surely reunify the entire Galaxy!!!

The news of humanity once again dominating the void shocked the necron dynasty and the eldar in this part of the Galaxy.

However, the necron dynasty, under the leadership of Szarekh, dutifully swore allegiance to humanity and became a part of it.

It was still the same old saying, humanity was benevolent towards robots. Since they were willing to join humanity, humanity was naturally willing to grant citizenship to robots.

Everything on humanity's side seemed to be going well, but Gork encountered a problem... How could the ork armies of the 40k era compare to the early ork armies of 30k?

At this time, there were even ancient orks among them?!

Therefore, as the human legions advanced triumphantly, the green-skinned armies were retreating steadily. Gork not only failed to devour the opposing Gork and Mork, but they themselves were on the verge of being devoured by the other side.

Facing such a situation, Gork fought the other side while urgently requesting support from Zeke.

"Give a brother a hand, give a brother a hand, save, save, save, save, save!!!"

When Zeke received Gork and Mork's distress signal, which was full of green-skinned style yet tinged with desperation, he was standing on the viewing platform of the battle moon, admiring a blue giant star that had just been placed in a special force field container.

This star emitted immense energy, and this was the last star energy needed for the singularity core.

As long as the energy of this blue giant star was injected into the singularity core he was producing, the core for the stellar-class battleship would be complete.

"Didn't you two swear to come to this Galaxy to devour your own origins? Don't tell me you two are that weak?"

Zeke received the urgent request and couldn't help but complain.

"If you two are so weak, why did you have to provoke your counterparts in this Galaxy? Wouldn't it have been better to just stay with Odin and not say a word?"

Zeke truly did not expect that Gork and his counterpart would be weaker than his past self from 10,000 years ago. How absurd was that?

Facing Zeke's complaints, Gork also looked wronged.

"Boss! It's not that we're not trying our best!" The furious roar of the Ork Brothers, one of the Gork and Mork, came through the communicator, with a background of deafening explosions and WAAAGH! roars.

"It's these old geezers who are being unfair! They... they're bigger than us! Greener! And their WAAAGH! is even wilder!"

"My boys haven't made any progress in 10,000 years; in fact, they've regressed. It's not like your Imperium of Man is strong, Boss."

Gork was extremely wronged. The orks had their moments of glory.

But just when they finally started to flourish, the Emperor directly intervened and crushed the orks. Could they be blamed for that?

Moreover, the last time they had also barely achieved some glory, but as soon as they started to flourish, their Boss here directly dismantled their battle moon.

It was all tears when you said too much.

Why didn't the two of them pledge allegiance to Zeke earlier?

If they had pledged allegiance to the Boss earlier, perhaps they would be better than these green-skinned WAAAGH!s on the other side now!

"Alright, alright, stop whining." Zeke interrupted Gork and Mork's complaints, a hint of amusement in his tone.

"Let's not talk about the past. Now that you're with me, I naturally won't just watch you get wiped out by those old geezers."

"You wait here. I'll contact Guilliman and the others and have them take their fleet to help you out."

"As for the fight in the Warp, you two can take your time with that yourselves.

I refuse to believe that Yuan Shen didn't give you some energy. Are you telling me you can't even beat your 10,000-year-old selves?"

After all, these guys were his subordinates now, so Zeke still chose to give them a hand. As for the battles in the Warp, he wouldn't consider them.

"However," Zeke's tone shifted, "help is help, but the rules must be clear. My intervention isn't free."

Gork immediately pricked up his ears on the other end of the communication. Green-skinned instinct told them that the Boss was about to set conditions.

"First, after winning this battle and devouring the origins of those old geezers, you and all your green-skinned subordinates must unconditionally obey humanity's deployment. Wherever you are told to fight, you will fight. No more aimless WAAAGH!ing all over the place like before, causing me trouble."

Gork and Mork exchanged glances, hesitating slightly.

Free WAAAGH!ing was the nature of green-skins, but from another perspective, accepting human command wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

After all, following such a "powerful" Boss would definitely mean more fights!

And the Tyranid Swarm on the fringes were everywhere, so a fight was still possible.

"Alright! The Boss' word is law!" Gork was the first to declare.

"Second," Zeke continued, "after you win, you have to 'clean up' this Galaxy for me properly.

Those disobedient filthy xenos, and the hidden chaos remnants, are all your tasks. When you've cleaned up the Galaxy for me, then we can talk about other things."

This condition, on the contrary, excited Gork and Mork.

Fighting? Cleaning up filthy xenos? This was what they loved to do most!

"No problem, Boss! Leave it to us!" Mork thumped his chest loudly.

"Third, and most importantly," Zeke's voice became serious, "control your boys. Absolutely no attacking human worlds! Anyone who dares to touch a single hair of a human, I will wipe them out along with their spores, understand?"

A chilling killing intent permeated the communication, making even the fearless Gork shiver.

They had no doubt that Zeke would follow through on his words.

"Understood! Absolutely no touching filthy xenos!" Both guaranteed in unison.

Gork had already expressed his opinions to Zeke, so after finishing his communication with him, Zeke immediately contacted Guilliman and the others.

"Guilliman, order all Legion fleets to halt their expedition pace now, gather the armies, and help the orks fight!"

"We must help the orks win the war. That way, we can gain an additional batch of cannon fodder during the battle. They will become our best auxiliary forces."

The war in the real universe was naturally left to the Primarchs to handle, so after agreeing to support the other party, Zeke immediately contacted Guilliman and the other Primarchs.

"Yes!" Upon hearing these words, Guilliman and the others swiftly chose to execute the order, abandoning their current operations immediately.

There was no need; compared to eliminating these individuals, the Legion fleets were more suited to dealing with the ork armies.

If the ork armies were dealt with, and with orks as auxiliary forces, then the combat power of the mortal auxiliary armies, plus the ork armies, would increase by more than one level.

The Imperium of Man has a special unit for orks: ork Hunters!

These ork Hunters possess many characteristics in common with orks. They can even use ork weapons as humans and create small WAAAGHs.

As the Imperial Regent, Guilliman had a premonition that he might have to fight the orks before setting out, so he brought this special army of the Imperium of Man with him. Now was their time to shine.

Nine Legion fleets converged, opened a Warp channel, and began to travel through the Warp at superluminal speed. Then, they opened a new Warp channel and appeared on the battlefield.

The ork war was nothing short of insane, a battle moon. Hundreds of them appeared on the battlefield, engaging in mutual bombardment.

The number of ork moons of war in Zeke's universe far exceeded those in this universe.

However, the battle situation was different; the moons of war of later orks were no match for the moons of war of these ancient orks. Almost one of their moons of war could take on five or even six.

The ork armies were in full retreat, with almost no match.

When Guilliman appeared in the center of the battlefield with his fleet, the armies of the Imperium of Man halted their advance.

It was too chaotic. The ork warships were truly too chaotic. This war had no technical skill whatsoever; both sides were utterly engaged in a free-for-all, with no tactics to speak of.

Guilliman stood on the bridge of the Macragge's Honor, gazing at the extremely chaotic energy signals and ship markers on the tactical star chart.

The war between the orks had no formation to speak of; it was a super free-for-all driven entirely by instinct and the WAAAGH!!! field.

Warships, like drunken behemoths, crashed into each other, exchanging fire with the most primitive ramming prows, crude but powerful macro cannons, and various bizarre weapons that looked like they could self-destruct at any moment. Explosions erupted in succession, almost illuminating the entire star system.

"Record the energy signatures and structural weaknesses of all enemy battle moons," Guilliman calmly ordered, his mind racing, trying to find order in this chaos.

"All fleets, maintain distance, and engage in precise long-range bombardment. Priority targets: the main thrusters and weapon arrays of the enemy moons of war."

He knew that rushing directly into this meat grinder would be foolish. The human fleet's advantage lay in discipline, technology, and coordinated operations, not the brute force of the orks.

"ork Hunter units, prepare," he continued to command.

"Once our firepower suppression takes effect, you will board the damaged enemy moons of war via assault boats.

Your mission is to create chaos and destroy their core structures from within."

"Understood, Primarch!" The steady reply of the ork Hunter commander came through the communication channel.

These special warriors, who had fought orks for years and, to some extent, "understood" ork thought patterns, were the best candidates for such high-risk infiltration missions.

Guilliman was more aware than anyone of the current battle situation. It was impossible to directly destroy the ork fleet. Although the human fleet armies had titan ships that could pose a certain threat to the battle moons, the enemy's ship numbers were too great.

Relying solely on head-on collisions between fleets would be a losing proposition for humanity. In that case, it would be better to seize the enemy's battle moons and have their own orks control them.

Although the battle moons created by these ancient orks were not as powerful as their own moons of war, they were at least planet-class combat units.

After issuing these orders, Guilliman quickly connected with all the Primarchs and conveyed Zeke's instructions to all of them.

"Brothers, we all know why we are here. The Emperor has a new directive for us to eliminate these ork fleets to ensure our orks win. However, I think that would be a bit wasteful, so prepare for boarding operations."

"All Legions will assist our orks in controlling enemy weapons. This will be one of our major reinforcements against the Tyranid Swarm!"

"Understood!" Simple, forceful replies from the other Primarchs came through the communication channel.

Dorn's voice carried a hint of meticulousness: "The boarding operation plan has been synchronized with all Legions, with priority targets being moons of war with damaged engines."

Sanguinius added: "I will lead the Blood Angels in the first wave of assault to open a breach for subsequent forces."

Although Lion did not say a word, the Dark Angels were also ready for battle.

As the First Legion, even though they were no longer the strongest in the current Imperium of Man.

They would still prove their glory with their combat power and achievements.

The strategy was determined. Although it seemed that Guilliman's issuance of orders and communication with his brothers took a lot of time, it actually did not.

The human fleet, which had burst directly out of the Warp, began its operations after staying in the void of space for less than a few minutes.

A large fleet quickly broke into smaller units and, with the cooperation of individual capital ships, headed towards the ork moons of war.

And with Gork and Mork's directive, the ork forces also began to launch a counterattack, cooperating with the armies of the Imperium of Man.

"WAAAGH, lads, let's go! Follow those big, strong tin cans and wipe out all these damned things!"

The orks, of course, knew the combat power of the Space Marines of the Imperium of Man.

Therefore, with these Space Marines leading the charge, the morale of the orks once again doubled.

The battle became even more chaotic, with large numbers of ork warships attacking each other, and the human fleet also began to open fire.

As the orks roared and the Space Marines charged, a rather comical scene unfolded on the battlefield.

Large numbers of ork soldiers followed behind the Space Marines, attacking the ancient orks before them.

Watching the Space Marines effortlessly reap the lives of countless orks, swinging their power swords and firing their bolters, the ordinary ork Beasts around them cheered and roared.

Given the size of the battle moon and the fact that it represented a relatively rare resource, the Imperium of Man began continuously pouring large numbers of ground forces onto its surface via numerous drop pods and transport ships.

Space Marines assault teams personally landed on these planets, and even 9 Primarchs drew their weapons and initiated the charge!

Guilliman, who had been cooped up in the Administratum of the Terra Palace for too long, cheered loudly.

"Courage and Honor!"

Guilliman's shout greatly inspired the Ultramarines; they charged behind their Primarch, and even the ancient orks were no match for them.

The green of the orks and the blue of the Ultramarines formed a striking contrast.

Blue and green furiously intertwined, and it was visibly clear that the green orks were constantly being defeated, while the WAAAGH! energy field was being devoured by their own ork army.

As the decisive battle between the orks began, it gradually tilted in favor of Gork on Zeke's side.

Gork and Mork, fighting in the Warp, also gradually gained an advantage, while Zeke watched the four of them battle it out.

The orks could not fail here; the ork Beasts were definitely a major fighting force, perfectly suited to deal with the Tyranid Swarm, so he would not tolerate the failure of his Gork and Mork.

Zeke floated in the Warp, watching the battle, watching the fight between the Gork and Mork, ready to intervene if needed.

"Eat my 'Big Brain Fist'!" Gork swung a constantly twisting and deforming green giant fist, condensed from the thought "I think this move is super fierce," and smashed it towards the ancient Gork.

Undoubtedly, with the blessing of 'I reckon', the power of this giant fist was absolutely not weak.

"Aow! Weakling!" The ancient Gork roared disdainfully, not dodging, but directly colliding with his mountain-like forehead covered in primitive scars.

"Fighting must be head-on! See my 'Old Man Headbutt'!"

"Dong!!!"

Two massive green heads collided violently, and the shockwave pulverized several Tzeentchian horrors watching the show into fragments of blue feathers.

On the other side, the battle between Mork and the ancient Mork was even more a clash of "technical style" versus "power style."

"See my 'Super Big Bang Bang Mark 999'!" Mork pulled out an enormous, bizarre firearm glowing with dazzling green light and dangerous electrical sparks. The gun looked like countless pieces of scrap metal cobbled together, yet it emitted unstable, powerful energy.

He pulled the trigger at the ancient Gork, and what shot out were not bullets, but roaring masses of ork specters carrying rusty gears and lightning.

"Yuck! What a piece of junk!" The ancient Mork scoffed. He didn't even bother with a weapon, directly swinging his fist, which was comparable to a small meteorite and covered in primitive calluses, smashing the flying ork specters one by one like whack-a-mole.

"Flashy nonsense! Fighting, you gotta rely on this!" He shook his massive fist. "If one punch doesn't knock them down, then another punch!"

Zeke floated outside the battle circle, watching the scene with interest.

The space around him twisted naturally, but any energy turbulence near him remained as docile as a kitten.

The turbulence of the Warp had no effect on him.

He just felt that the battle before him was full of a sense of primitive power and a kind of absurd straightforwardness.

"Hey! Old geezer!" Gork yelled while dodging the ancient Gork's wild punches, which were capable of shattering continents.

"Your WAAAGH!!! is too old-fashioned! Now it's all about 'creativity'! It's about 'powerful and varied'!"

"Creativity my ass!" The ancient Mork punched away a green-smoking screw thought-form shot by Gork.

"Fighting has to be direct! It has to be satisfying! Are you learning that twisting and turning stuff from those bone-frames?"

"You don't know jack!" Mork stomped his foot in anger. "This is my latest research and development! With 'auto-aim' and 'explosion effects'! Super cool!"

As the verbal sparring escalated, the four Gork fought even more vigorously, with various attack methods characteristic of their respective eras emerging one after another:

The ancient Gork unleashed a "War Roar Wave," spewing out substantial sound waves from his mouth, as if countless ancient orks were roaring simultaneously within.

Gork , in turn, countered with a "Hype Aura," emanating a strong conviction of "we are the true orthodoxy" to try and interfere with his opponent's fighting spirit.

The ancient Mork was simple and crude, directly breaking off a large piece of callus from his body and throwing it like a stone.

Gork, meanwhile, pulled out a "Super Loudspeaker" from his rubbish-heap-like cloak and began playing a "WAAAGH!!! War Song" mixed with heavy metal rock and explosions, attempting to pollute his opponent with noise.

Zeke's mouth twitched slightly as he watched.

The battle of these ork gods, whether ancient or modern, was truly filled with a certain ineffable "purity."

Just then, the balance of victory and defeat in the real universe completely tipped. A powerful torrent, imbued with "victory" and the meaning of "more! bigger! more WAAAGH!!!", pierced through dimensions and surged into Gork and Mork's body!

"Wahahaha! My boys won!" Gork's aura surged, and he punched the ancient Gork back several steps.

"I got my big metal lump too!" Mork yelled excitedly. His "Super Big Bang Bang Mark 999" emitted an even more dazzling and unstable green light, and the muzzle even began to spin, shooting out fireworks.

With one side gaining and the other losing, the ancient Gork finally showed signs of fatigue. Their green glow began to dim, and their attacks no longer possessed the destructive power they had at first.

The failure of their boys had already reflected upon them; their strength began to vanish and weaken.

"WAAAGH!!!... It shouldn't be like this..." The ancient Gork let out an unwilling growl, his massive form starting to become transparent.

"We... we are... the oldest..." The ancient Gork's fist also lost its force, becoming ethereal.

Finally, in a final "WAAAGH!!!" that swept through the Warp, mixed with the anger of defeat and a hint of "even losing was a good fight," the ancient Gork and Mork's phantoms completely disintegrated, transforming into the purest, most primal WAAAGH!!! essence, which was greedily absorbed by Gork like rivers flowing into the sea.

"Burp—!" Gork let out a loud, satisfied burp, his physique visibly expanding by a circle, and ancient power seemed to surge beneath his ork.

"Awesome!" Mork fiddled with his gun, which seemed to have fused with ancient power, becoming even more dangerous and flashy, his eyes filled with excitement and joy.

Having fought a thoroughly enjoyable battle and gained energy to strengthen himself, how could he not be excited?

Zeke looked at the two ork gods whose auras had undergone a qualitative change and completed the "original essence Devour," knowing that the ork civil war in the real universe had already settled.

"Finished fighting?" Zeke asked calmly.

Gork then noticed Zeke had been observing the whole time, immediately reined in their arrogance, and scurried over like lackeys.

"Finished, finished! Thanks for holding the line, Boss!"

Gork and Mork knew very well that although Zeke hadn't made a move here, it was precisely because Zeke was present and had deployed the human army that they hadn't been defeated long ago.

"Alright, now that you're done fighting, go help Slaanesh and the others. Make it quick. I have a feeling something's gone wrong under the Emperor's ass, and I need to get back and check."

"Anyway, most of the things that needed to be handled here are taken care of."

Zeke slowly stated his plan, and Gork and Mork, having completed their own battle, quickly went to carry it out.

As the most loyal subordinates to their Boss, they believed they should act with utmost loyalty.

Zeke's worries were justified. Just as he was urging Gork to help the other four Chaos Gods of the Warp, and even preparing to act himself, the Emperor was already getting restless on his golden throne.

The golden Imperium of Man had seen the passage beneath the Emperor's golden throne, and so the Astartes legions, with the First Legion as their main force, began to charge towards the Emperor's backside.

A massive army of Warp daemon and Astartes formed a coalition in the Warp, rushing towards the Emperor's rear.

The Primarch of the First Legion, Golden Lion, led the charge, which stunned the Emperor, who had been sitting calmly on the golden throne.

He watched in disbelief as the figure led the army charging towards him. He could feel that his soul was almost identical to Lion's, yet he also knew that he was not his son.

Besides that, he could also sense The Emperor of Gold behind him, and the five Chaos Gods of the Warp behind The Emperor of Gold, as well as Golden Gork and Mork.

Everything was sensed by the Emperor, who sat upon the golden throne, and it was precisely because the Emperor sensed all of this that he froze.

Because he could feel that the other side seemed to have completed the Great Crusade, unified the galaxy, and achieved the resurgence of humanity!

The other side was successful, but he was a failure... This almost undeniable answer was impacting the Emperor's heart, making him waver.

If not for Malcador, the Sigillite, appearing beside the Emperor at that moment and placing his hand on the Emperor's, the Emperor would have nearly fallen off the golden throne.

"Neoth, I don't know what you've encountered, but you need to think about Zeke."

"And no matter what difficulties you face, you have your companions, you have us who can go through it with you. There's no need to be afraid; you yourself are the most important."

Looking at his companion, who had appeared before him from another universe, and thinking of Zeke's existence, the Emperor regained his composure.

Indeed!

He admitted that he was not as good as the Emperor on the other side.

The other side achieved the Great Crusade, but the Emperor on the other side had one thing that was far inferior to him.

In terms of friends, the Emperor on the other side was far inferior to him. He had Zeke, but the other side did not, and that was his greatest victory.

The re-energized Emperor immediately unleashed his powerful psychic abilities, blocking the First Legion and the Warp coalition outside the Warp of his own universe, preventing them from advancing even half a step.

A gigantic backside appeared before the legion and the Warp daemon, blocking their path forward.

His actions momentarily bewildered the Emperor of that other galaxy.

How could an Emperor who had never sat on the golden throne know what such an act meant?

"What in the world is the other me doing? Why is he using his backside to block this passage?"

The Emperor, once ruler of the Imperium of Man, simply could not comprehend what kind of bizarre behavior this was from his other self.

But it didn't matter; he didn't need to know what the other side was doing. Khorne of his galaxy had made a move.

Six of the Warp's eight-pointed stars had now returned to their positions, greatly enhancing Khorne's power.

Khorne raised his mighty axe and swung it fiercely at the Emperor's backside, attempting to split it in two.

A massive shockwave rippled across the Emperor's psychic shield but did not break it.

"What a hard backside!" Khorne blurted out the words without even thinking, while The Emperor of Gold, who was on the same side as him, had a face full of dark lines.

Although the Emperor on the other side and himself were supposedly two different Emperors, in essence, they were still the same person, Khorne. So, by saying that, he was essentially talking about himself.

Seeing this, The Emperor of Gold, greatly displeased, used the commonality of his psychic power with the other side's to send a message to the Emperor.

"Other me, what is the meaning of your actions? Why are you using your backside to block this passage?

You are practically rubbing my face in the dirt, shaming me completely. Hurry up and move your backside, and obediently merge with me!"

Receiving the message from his other self, the Emperor, sitting calmly on the golden throne, replied to the other party.

"Face? I lost my face long ago, who are you talking about? I'm not afraid of losing face; I can't hear what you're saying over there, so it's your face that's being lost."

At this moment, the Emperor was essentially adopting a 'dead pig doesn't fear boiling water' attitude.

He wanted to keep the other side out of his galaxy to prevent being backstabbed while Zeke was still fighting in another galaxy.

The main human legions were defending against the Tyranid Swarm at the edge of the galaxy when they were hit from behind.

As for losing face?

What did losing face have to do with him? He was losing face here, but he couldn't hear what was happening on the other side. It was the other him who had to endure the strange looks from the Chaos Gods of the Warp on that side.

Why could the Emperor over there achieve his Great Crusade? Why were all his sons still by his side? Why was he so lucky, while he himself lived such a miserable life?!

No, he absolutely could not accept this!

"You..." The Emperor of Gold had not expected his other self to be so shameless.

For a moment, he didn't know what to say. Feeling the gazes of the other Chaos Gods of the Warp on him, he was consumed by fury.

"You... you are simply incorrigible!" The Emperor of Gold's psychic message trembled with exasperation.

His flawless and endlessly majestic image had never suffered such... such "backside humiliation"! Especially in front of his "allies" and his own sons.

He could feel Tzeentch's silent snickers seemingly emanating from beneath his bird-headed mask, and Slaanesh even let out a pleasurable moan, as if this absurd scene was the ultimate enjoyment.

Even Khorne, in between swings of his axe, seemed to turn his burning eye sockets towards him.

More importantly, this was happening in front of his own sons. Wasn't his wise and mighty image directly ruined by the Emperor on the other side?

"You f***ing!" The enraged Golden Emperor could no longer care about so much and gathered his powerful psychic energy to attack the Emperor.

Wave after wave of psychic energy attacked the Emperor's psychic shield and his backside.

However, the Emperor had, after all, been sitting on the golden throne for over ten thousand years, so he was quite experienced in this matter.

Although the other side continuously attacked, he still skillfully mobilized his psychic power, forming thick psychic barriers at the points of attack, rendering all enemy attacks ineffective.

"You trash, with your weak attacks like that, I can guard this place until you die of old age!"

"Compared to sitting on a throne, you're not even a single hair on my body!"

The Emperor was very experienced when it came to sitting on the golden throne and blocking the 'throne'. This was perhaps the only area where he could compare to The Emperor of Gold on the other side.

… Silence, a deathly silence… Since the Great Crusade began, The Emperor of Gold had experienced smooth sailing in everything he did. He personally nurtured 20 Primarchs, allowing them to grow strong.

During the crusade, any xenos in front of him were like weeds, easily suppressed by him, and humanity successfully occupied the position of Overlord in the galaxy.

The Webway left behind by the Old Ones was even repaired by him. Humanity, under his guidance, experienced a resurgence. Technology from the Dark Age of Technology was rediscovered and developed, and even now, he has mastered a method for 20-times-lightspeed flight.

Beyond this, he also successfully ascended to godhood in the Warp, becoming the fifth god of the Warp, thereby ensuring humanity's position as Overlord in this galaxy. He was successful; he was great; he led the humans of his galaxy to countless victories.

Yet, this Emperor, who had enjoyed smooth sailing and countless victories throughout his journey, now felt as though he had nowhere to put his face. He truly couldn't understand why this version of himself could be so shameless.

"You…" The Emperor of Gold wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't utter another word.

After the silence continued for some time, The Emperor of Gold no longer chose to appeal to reason or emotion. Since the Emperor was poking at his sore spots, he wouldn't give the other party any face either.

"You are me, and I am you; we are one to begin with. Although I am losing face now, you are also losing face. You clearly know that our fusion is harmless, so why do you insist on resisting?"

"Although your psychic power is blocking this passage, I can see that you have failed!"

"In your world, I'm afraid you've even lost your own children, haven't you?"

Seeing his own face being so thoroughly discredited, The Emperor of Gold couldn't help but poke at the Emperor's sore spot.

Undoubtedly, after he spoke those words, the Emperor, who was seated on the golden throne, couldn't help but jolt his backside, and the psychic shield also trembled.

He was indeed poked in a sore spot… But The Emperor of Gold, seeing the Emperor's backside twitching from being poked in a sore spot, felt no excitement, because if the other party's backside twitched, he was losing face too.

"Can't you just sit there and block properly, dammit? Just block! Even if I poked your sore spot, you shouldn't be so undignified, you bastard! You've ruined my reputation!"

Although poking the other party's sore spot made him feel happy, the problem was that after poking the other party's sore spot, he would also lose face, and that feeling was not pleasant.

"Fine!"

"Since you've decided to hide here, then block away. I'll see how long you can last. Sooner or later, my army will enter your galaxy, and then you will naturally merge with me obediently!"

Seeing that poking the other party's sore spot still resulted in him losing face,

The Emperor of Gold finally chose to stop poking at the other party's sore spot.

The next second, after he finished speaking these words, the Chaos Gods all began to launch attacks, while Odin began to bestow numerous blessings upon the Imperial fleet.

The Imperial fleet also began to attack the psychic shield sustained by the Emperor, with beams of light bombarding the shield, causing ripples to spread across the Emperor's psychic shield.

the Emperor could feel his backside burning as if being gnawed by ants, a somewhat stinging pain, but he remained calmly seated.

"I absolutely cannot let you in. At least not until Zeke returns. I absolutely cannot let you in.

As for you and me eventually merging, that is correct, but… it must be you merging into my body. Otherwise, my companions will be displeased."

the Emperor murmured softly to himself, and sat even more firmly on the golden throne, drawing upon his psychic power to strengthen the shield, resolutely preventing the Imperial fleet from entering.

And the Custodians who were already here had naturally noticed The Emperor of Gold's every move, but whether they were the Custodians created by the Emperor himself or Zeke's Custodians, they were powerless in this matter.

This was a battle between giant gods; even Zeke's Custodians could not intervene in this battle.

Their psychic power, compared to an attack from the power of an entire universe, was simply too insignificant.

The Custodians looked at the Emperor with very worried eyes, especially those Custodians crafted by the Emperor himself; their hearts were filled with self-reproach.

They should have been protecting The Emperor of Gold. Why, every time The Emperor of Gold needed protection or was under attack, were they unable to defend their master?

the Emperor, seated on the golden throne, naturally sensed the peculiar thoughts of the Custodians before him. He extended his giant psychic hand and gently soothed these Custodians he had created.

the Emperor's colossal hand, formed of pure psychic energy, gently brushed over the helmets of each loyal Custodian, as if calming a pack of anxious hounds unable to protect their master. His thoughts, like warm sunlight, bathed the hearts of these most faithful guardians:

"No need to blame yourselves, my warriors. This is not a battle for mortal weapons.

Your existence, your unwavering loyalty throughout the ages, is itself my greatest support, the cornerstone that sustains me as I sit here facing the endless darkness."

The Custodians all struck their chests with their fists in unison, producing a dull yet firm echo. No words were needed; their resolve was already clear.

They truly could not protect their liege, but if possible, if their liege could not defend this place, then they would not hesitate to use their lives to fulfill their vows.

Having appeased his Custodian forces, the Emperor continued to sit calmly on the golden throne, suppressing the attacks from the other side, which were also launching a furious assault.

The Emperor of Gold actually knew some things. He was no longer a solitary Emperor.

His Warp universe had discovered other galaxies earlier than others, and as a result, his forces had already conquered one galaxy.

In that galaxy, he had also conversed with himself, and he knew very well that if he were relatively unsuccessful, he would simply not be able to continue resisting here and would be eager to merge into one.

He knew himself best. He was very clear that if there wasn't a glimmer of hope, then what would be the problem with merging with another version of himself?

They were essentially homebodies; they were one to begin with.

But the the Emperor on the other side was different; he chose to resist. Even though his galaxy looked utterly dilapidated, he still chose to resist.

This matter absolutely implied something, or perhaps the other party was simply stalling for time, stalling for time to await a change in circumstances.

It was likely that some entity, upon which that other self relied, was on its way, and he needed to stall for time for that entity to act.

Precisely because he knew himself so well, The Emperor of Gold was somewhat anxious at this moment.

"Accelerate the attack! Break through this turtle shell at the fastest speed, then charge into the other party's galaxy!"

…

Silence, a deathly silence… Since the Great Crusade began, The Emperor of Gold had experienced smooth sailing in everything he did. He personally nurtured 20 Primarchs, allowing them to grow strong.