Daniel acted swiftly, He assembled a group of active players, dispatched the Imperial Guard and Imperial Fists, as well as a Sol System defense force unit.
They boarded warships and entered the Webway at the fastest possible speed.
At this time, the Imperium had already established several fortified strongholds along the Webway leading to Calastar, based on Gellar Fields and deflector shields.
As for why the cost-effective void shields weren't used, it was mainly because the Webway, unlike Holy Terra, lacked a veil; only a single Webway wall separated it.
Attacks diverted by void shields could very likely be brought back by those Warp creatures.
For safety, all strongholds used the newly developed deflector shields.
The current mission of these fortified strongholds was primarily to ensure logistical supply for frontline troops, monitor damaged sections of the Webway, and defend against potential daemon armies.
As the Imperium forces led by Daniel sailed towards Commoragh along the Human strongholds, they unexpectedly encountered Eldar forces led by two old acquaintances.
The Farseer of the Ulthwe Ark World, Eldrad Ulthran, and the Shadowseer of the Harlequin Troupe, Shyrllian.
After establishing communication, Eldrad Ulthran expressed a desire to speak face-to-face.
Daniel considered for a moment, then allowed them to board.
The two Eldar individuals were escorted by diplomatic officials into the battleship's reception room, where Daniel, accompanied by many Imperium generals, received them.
"The Living Saint's circle of friends is truly vast; even the arrogant Necrons are willing to serve you." Entering the hall, Eldrad Ulthran immediately spotted Trazyn beside Daniel.
"As for arrogance, we are not even one ten-thousandth of yours." Trazyn chuckled, replying impolitely, "As the culprits behind the Warp's chaos, you have no right to accuse others." Eldrad Ulthran's tone was stern.
"The Eye of Terror shouldn't be our race's masterpiece, should it?" Trazyn chuckled, "We repaired the rift created by your creators.
Yet your indulgence caused the universe to burst open with a massive maw, How dare you stand here and accuse Terra?"
"The Warp's chaos arose from your race's jealousy." Eldrad Ulthran accused, "If there hadn't been the War in Heaven, the Chaos Gods would not have been born."
"Survival of the fittest is the law of the universe, If you're strong, it's natural to wage war and seize resources, What's wrong with that?"
"Right, right, you Eldar are good people; you never initiated wars against other races."
"Was the former Eldar Empire built by selling hooks?" Trazyn was already skilled at verbal sparring, and having learned many new phrases from the Saints recently, he made Eldrad Ulthran's face flush alternately red and green.
"Enough, Trazyn, Eldrad Ulthran is my esteemed guest, I don't want to embarrass you in front of everyone, but if you continue to be so presumptuous, I won't be polite."
Daniel looked at Trazyn, his heart churning with exasperation.
This Trazyn truly couldn't get along with anyone.
Captain-General Valdor argued with him, Cassarius argued with him, and now even Eldrad Ulthran was arguing with him.
Moreover, the words that came out of his mouth were like knives, piercing people's hearts.
Hearing Daniel reprimand Trazyn, Eldrad Ulthran's expression finally eased.
Daniel then looked at Eldrad Ulthran, "Farseer, I presume you aren't here to argue, are you?"
"I came for the matter of Commoragh." Eldrad Ulthran said.
"Commoragh?" Daniel frowned, "Are you here to plead for your fallen kin?"
Trazyn chuckled, "When Commoragh was capturing and slaughtering Humans, we didn't see you pleading with the Drukhari, Now that Humans are counterattacking and settling scores, you come to plead."
"But it's normal; a certain race is just hypocritical, What others do is unforgivable, What they do themselves is excusable."
"Their moral standards are even worse than ours! The Necron at most kill for war and territory, unlike certain races who kill purely for the sake of tormenting others."
"You have no say here." Shyrllian glared at Trazyn.
"Why not? I am an advisor to the Imperium, and there's an old Human saying that goes, 'Occupy the position, manage its affairs.' " Trazyn stared intently at the Shadowseer, a mocking expression on his face.
"Never mind, you two are probably uncultured and wouldn't understand such profound words."
"Simply put, I'm working for the Imperium now, so I must consider the Imperium's interests."
"I can't just stand by and watch the Living Saint be misled and deceived by you."
Eldrad Ulthran and Shyrllian's expressions were grim.
Trazyn's words were too venomous, and he had completely cornered them.
Even if they wanted to plead for Commoragh and ask the Living Saint to stop, they couldn't voice it now.
"We are not here to plead for Commoragh." Eldrad Ulthran said, "Commoragh has now become a battlefield of multi-racial conflict, The killing and death will nourish the Chaos Gods."
"Once they gain the upper hand, the entirety of Commoragh will unleash a terrifying storm that will sweep through the entire Webway system."
"Living Saint, I heard Cassarius say that you wish to seek technical support from the Ulthwe Ark World to repair the Webway.
The problem is, once Commoragh collapses, the entire Webway will follow, becoming infested with daemons and unusable."
"Furthermore, it could potentially threaten Terra's Webway entrance."
Eldrad Ulthran paused before continuing.
"To prevent the Webway from collapsing, there is only one way."
"What way?" Daniel asked.
Eldrad Ulthran said, "That would be for you, Living Saint, to personally sit on Commoragh's Dark Throne, suppressing the rampaging Warp energies like the Master of Mankind."
Daniel's eyes widened, He stared at Eldrad Ulthran, thinking, 'You immortal old geezer, how dare you say such a thing?!'
'Asking a twenty-something young man to sit on the throne, why don't you go yourself?'
Eldrad Ulthran, sensing Daniel's true thoughts, showed a difficult expression.
"Our race's use of psychic power far surpasses yours, but there is one thing we must admit."
"That is, our race's psychic potential cannot compare to yours, It appears very powerful, but in reality, the Old Ones merely developed our potential to its extreme, unlike you who are just beginning to excavate yours."
"The surge in Human Psyker after the Great Rift opened is the best proof."
"Within the current Eldar, there is simply no one who can sit on the Dark Throne, Even if I were to sit on it, I wouldn't last an hour before turning to ash."
"As the Emperor's Living Saint, the power you possess is no less than Magnus', though you haven't gone as far as he has."
"You only need to hold the position for a few hours, repair the rift, and then you can descend from the throne."
"Otherwise, we can only watch Commoragh explode and the entire Webway system be crippled."
Daniel looked at Eldrad Ulthran.
'This guy has lived so long, can't he even compare to Malcador?'
'You know, Malcador was able to hold on until the Emperor and Horus' decisive battle ended.'
"Does it really only take a few hours?" Daniel asked, "Don't tell me that once I sit on it, I won't be able to get off."
Eldrad Ulthran said, "No, it won't, The Dark Throne only suppresses Commoragh, Even if you leave the throne, the worst result would only be Commoragh's destruction."
"We have already brought the materials to repair the rift, These are the last remaining from the Ulthwe Ark World; once consumed, it will take a long time to cultivate more."
"Alright, I'll give it a try." After some thought, Daniel decided to attempt it.
Although dangerous, the benefits were high.
If successful, Humanity would be able to control Commoragh, and subsequently, the entire Webway.
The Webway was currently the most cost-effective method of faster-than-light travel.
If the Webway could be controlled, the Imperium's commercial trade would reach new heights.
After reaching a consensus, the Eldar and Humans acted together, taking a faster route to the Commoragh battlefield.
Terra Palace.
"What do you mean, 'when the Imperium has problems, you're sent to guard a pond'?!"
Seeing the information screen before him, Captain-General Valdor, who had just finished his daily training, felt a vein throb on his forehead.
Don't the Imperial Guard like to stay in the palace and not interfere with the Imperium's politics?
Is that wrong?!
And I'm at least an Imperial Guard Commander, one of the High Lord of the Imperium!
Do you know what it means to hold a high position and power??
Do you know what it means to wield immense influence??
Giving orders in such a tone and still expecting me to guard a pond??
Are you not putting 'Emperor's Personal Guard' in your eyes?!
Oh.., I forgot, the Imperial Guard who stand with the Emperor are the ones who were banished to the cold palace!
Captain-General Valdor flared up in anger for a moment, then dutifully put on his armor and went out to inspect, checking the implementation and execution of various policies.
The relocation work on Holy Terra's surface was proceeding smoothly, With the completion of the hive city in space, many citizens were sent to their new homes.
Near the Imperial Palace, gardens began to be constructed, and they were already showing initial results.
Lush forests and vibrant flowerbeds, arranged by architectural artists, were breathtakingly beautiful, like a sacred realm on Earth.
Numerous drones and servitors were tending to these plants, adding water and fertilizer according to carefully set programs.
In the Saint's plan, the entire planet would become a giant garden world, a sacred realm forever enveloped in light.
At that time, only Imperial heroes and devout followers who had made significant contributions would be allowed to step onto Holy Terra's soil.To pay their respects to the Emperor.
The High Lord Council was currently performing its duties in a proper manner.
holding meetings to discuss various problems encountered during reforms, then engaging in various squabbles to reach a mutually satisfactory result, and then executing it.
It was as inefficient as ever, but stable.
Meanwhile, the Adeptus Mechanicus was constructing various magnificent megastructures in the void of the Sol System.
The scale of each megastructure far surpassed that of the Phalanx.
Countless drones, mining servitors, and workers were extracting resources in the asteroid belt.
These resources, after initial processing, were sent to Adeptus Mechanicus factories for secondary processing, and then assembled.
To obtain enough resources for constructing these megastructures, the Adeptus Mechanicus planned to expand its mining operations.
including star systems connected to the Warp within the mining scope, and even planning to target the stars of several desolate systems.
Captain-General Valdor briefly reviewed the megastructure projects currently underway by the Adeptus Mechanicus.
Giant shipyards, quantum slingshots, stellar energy converters, and trans-dimensional planet-destroying cannons, among others.
"This thing is quite good." Captain-General Valdor said, looking at the description of the trans-dimensional planet-destroying cannon, somewhat interested, by drawing and converting the sun's energy, it uses trans-dimensional wormholes to strike designated planets from beyond visual range.
If completed, it could theoretically launch trans-dimensional strikes anywhere in the galaxy.
At that time, one could control the trans-dimensional planet-destroying cannon from Holy Terra to fire a shot at the Eye of Terror.
Hahaha, how wonderful!
Then, without leaving home, the Imperial Guard Commander could also support other battlefields.
Captain-General Valdor reviewed the relevant data with a serious expression.
Those next to him were severely shaken by his imposing aura, heads bowed, not daring to speak.
They had no idea that the Imperial Guard Commander's mind was filled with thoughts of how to burn planets once the trans-dimensional planet-destroying cannon was successfully built.
Commoragh battlefield.
All sides were fighting tooth and nail.
The Tau were the most miserable.
They had never experienced such a chaotic battlefield.
When demons surged into their warships and attacked, they were all dumbfounded.
"We are here—"
"We are here—"
Strange voices echoed continuously inside the Guardian-class battleship.
Warp creatures flickered into form within the battleship, screaming as they lunged at the tactical squads composed of Fire Caste members.
The heavy combat suits of the Fire Caste warriors were as fragile as paper in front of the demons.
No blessings, no faith, no psychic power.
The only thing the Tau could use against the demons was the technology they believed in.
However, in a place where Warp energy was rampant, even physical laws were subject to the chaos of the Warp.
The technology they once believed could conquer the universe seemed incredibly fragile on such a battlefield.
Demons easily tore open their combat suits with fangs and claws, biting at their flesh and souls.
"What kind of monsters are these?!"
O'Shi saw endless monsters on the monitoring screen.
Their appearance was terrifying and dreadful, difficult to describe in Tau script.
Just seeing the monsters caused damage.
some irreparable gaps appearing in the minds and souls of the Tau.
The Fire Caste warriors fought desperately, striving to prevent the demons from seizing their warships, However, the demonic assault was too strong, wave after wave, endless.
"Abandon the battleship."
Realizing that the battleship could not be held, O'Shi, the Supreme Overlord, issued the order to evacuate, hoping to preserve as much of the expeditionary force as possible.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Vect, as the Supreme Overlord, looked at the chaotic, fiery Commoragh and issued the final command.
"Detonate the star immediately."
The Dark King, bound by special technology in a pocket dimension, suddenly expanded, releasing terrifying heat and light.
However, the next second, the Chaos Gods' most favored darlings—the Greater Daemons—appeared on the chaotic Commoragh battlefield.
The first to appear was Khorne's most beloved Greater Daemon, the Guardian of the Skull Throne—Angrath.
After Khorne's once-favored champion, Skarbrand, betrayed him, he created Angrath to be the ultimate embodiment of war and destruction.
The first thing Angrath did upon appearing was to swing his battle-axe and shatter the Dark King that was about to explode.
Next was Tzeentch's most cherished Weaver of Fates—Kairos.
He waved his staff, binding the Dark King and turning it into a plaything in his palm.
Following closely was Nurgle's darling—the Plague Father Kugath.
He injected the about-to-explode Dark King with plague.
Countless flies and Nurglings crawled out of its surface, In no time, the Dark King turned into a rotten breeding ground full of holes, Lastly, Slaanesh's darling—the Torture Bringer Zarakan—appeared, The Dark King stopped expanding and even transformed into a purple and pink orgy site, Countless beings indulged in wild debauchery on it, releasing their desires and pursuing ultimate pleasure.
The power of the Greater Daemons was unmistakably displayed at this moment.
In places where Warp energy was rampant, they were like gods from myths.
Among them, two black suns turned green, and two Orks faces emerged, letting out WAAAGH roars.
This made the Orks on the battlefield cheer even louder and more enthusiastically.
O'Shi witnessed this scene firsthand.
He had always regarded the Greater Good as truth, but everything that was happening now plunged him into deep doubt.
Was this universe truly scientific and rational?
Everything happening in his mind was too absurd.
Vect's face also turned pale.
The Chaos Gods were influencing the Commoragh battlefield.
On the players' side, they also witnessed the outrageous display of the Chaos Gods.
"Damn it, didn't I say warhammer 40k is high magic and high combat?!" Fred slammed a demon flying with a hammer.
"I'm stumped, the cool guy in the speaker actually chopped the sun in half with one sword."
Yuji released a violent bolt of lightning, striking the charging Orks flying.
"Quick, invite the cool guy to exorcise the demons!" Sea Turtle shouted.
No sooner had he spoken than streaks of fire tornadoes suddenly appeared in the Imperium's ranks.
A Grey Knight in silver heavy armor, holding a greatsword radiating terrifying energy, emerged from the flames.
His eyes burned with psychic light, an iron halo hung behind his head, and a demon book was bound to his waist with an iron chain, behind him was a burning Cursed Legion.
Those warriors in black armor were silent, holding boltguns and firing at the distant wave of demons.
"For the God-Emperor." A voice echoed in the sky, Saint Celestine appeared.
Her pure white wings spread out, like a holy angel.
The twins clung closely behind her, reciting sacred prayers with her, Golden light showered upon the Imperium's troops, allowing them to continue fighting the enemy with courage.
"Sea Turtle? Have you unlocked a new skill of 'speaking things into existence'?"
Fred looked at the Grey Knight, whose entire body radiated psychic light, Clearly, this was the legendary and famous cool guy.
Sea Turtle also looked bewildered, "No, I was just mouthing off."
Warmaster swung his sword, cutting down a demon, "Then keep mouthing off."
"Mouthing off about what?" Sea Turtle asked.
"Quick, invite the Guide to exorcise the demons." Yuji also chimed in.
"Will that work?" Sea Turtle looked doubtful, "The Guide is on Holy Terra! How could he appear here?"
"Try it, there's no loss anyway." Fred said.
"Quick, invite the Guide to exorcise the demons!" Sea Turtle shouted.
Then, the sound of war horns blared.
Numerous Imperium warships and Eldar Empire warships appeared on the Commoragh battlefield.