The Praying Sanctuary of the Imperial Glory.
Alex walked to the statue of the Emperor to claim his reward for completing the mission.
"Praise the Emperor."
As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding space twisted.
Alex was once again pulled into that magnificent giant city.
He subconsciously looked around, searching for Valdor.
But this time, he did not see the figure of the First Captain of the Custodian Guard.
He only saw a young man dressed in a golden robe, holding a staff, with silver hair draped over his shoulders, and a laurel wreath on his head, standing not far away.
"Child, you have come."
The young man's voice possessed a wisdom and composure that did not match his appearance.
"Who are you?" Alex looked puzzled, "Where is Valdor?"
"You can call me Malcador, or if you like, you can call me an old man, or anything else. As for Valdor, he has other matters to attend to."
"You are Malcador?" Alex was somewhat surprised, "So young?"
Shouldn't Malcador look very old?
Why does he appear as a young man?
"This realm reflects the mind, not the physical body."
Malcador explained,
"Actually, I am still very young. I appear old because I used to work too much, so, overworking is not good."
Alex was stunned for a moment.
He didn't expect the legendary Malcador to even crack jokes.
He had always thought that the three Archmagos of the Imperium were all cold, rational fanatics.
Teasing and joking would not appear on them.
"So, are you considered alive now? Or are you already dead?"
Alex asked the biggest confusion in his heart.
"Is that important?"
"Just curious."
"Curiosity is a good thing, but it is not yet time to reveal the answer."
Malcador did not elaborate much on the question of life and death,
"Come, child, your gift is ready."
Malcador led Alex through magnificent but empty streets, finally arriving at a grand hall.
The radiance of a black sun descended from the sky, enveloping the hall.
"Your gift is inside."
Malcador stood in front of the hall, gesturing for Alex to go in by himself.
Alex stepped into the hall.
The first thing that caught his eye was the magnificent statue of the Emperor.
A pair of pure white wings floated in front of the statue, emitting a pure light.
When Alex reached out to touch them, the wings transformed into streams of light and merged into his body.
In an instant, a tremendous burst of light erupted, forming a towering pillar of light that reached the heavens and earth,
And then vanished into nothingness in a flash.
The time was short, but it still allowed the souls wandering in Immaterium to observe this anomaly.
The Blood Angels Chapter's homeworld—Baal.
This place was being invaded by the Tyranids.
The void battle had failed.
Countless Tyranids were continuously pouring from the void onto the surface of Baal and its two moons.
Mefiston, as the Chief Librarian, and many colleagues were performing a ritual to resist the Warp.
If they failed, the curse of Chaos would enter the Blood Angels' bloodline.
In that case, even if the Tyranids were defeated, the The Great Angel's bloodline would be completely corrupted.
Khorne's Greater Daemon—Ka'Bandha—was blocked by their power.
"Let me see, my Lord's favorite little angels, have actually closed the door?"
Ka'Bandha stared at Mefiston and the others.
"But I have won the right to pass this way, quickly move aside. When the eighth day of manifestation comes, I will call you, and you will join us."
"Go back." Mefiston glared at the daemon, "You cannot pass, the son of the The Great Angel will not allow you to do so."
Ka'Bandha was about to say something more when he suddenly sensed something and looked elsewhere, showing a surprised expression.
Mefiston also subconsciously looked in that direction, his face filled with shock.
An angel with pure white wings was born from the light, surging with infinite power.
"The The Great Angel?" Mefiston once thought that Sanguinius had been resurrected.
But there was no feeling of his bloodline being stirred.
Clearly, the other party was not the true The Great Angel.
Then who could the other party be?
Loyal to humanity?
Or standing on the side of Chaos?
"A better skull."
Ka'Bandha showed a look of longing, but he quickly turned to Mefiston,
"However, before hunting that prey, I must first make you join our army."
At the same time, on the frozen moon—Crassus.
The Aeldari Farseer—Eldrad Ulthran—also noticed the anomaly in the Warp.
He emerged from meditation, opened his eyes, his face full of shock.
"A brand new change?"
He also saw that newborn existence.
Although still very weak, it already possessed immortal characteristics.
Eldrad Ulthran turned his head to look in the direction of humanity.
Fabricator General - Belisarius Cawl, Inquisitor Greyfax, Living Saint Celestine, and other human heroes were guarding a troop carrier.
Their gazes were filled with doubt and vigilance.
Not long ago, the Aeldari had helped these humans repel the Despoiler's pursuers,
And promised to take them to Macragge via the Webway.
But even after doing so much, humanity did not completely trust them and was unwilling to let them approach the troop carrier carrying the Armor of Destiny.
Eldrad Ulthran considered whether to tell them about this.
But after weighing it, he gave up.
Those people had already arrived here, and telling them would be of no benefit, only increasing their panic.
On an unknown planet, Magnus, sitting on his throne, let out a strange laugh.
"Father, Father, are you still unwilling to give up?"
He saw his old father, paralyzed by one of his psychic phone calls, struggling in his death throes.
But he would not let his old father succeed.
And on the other side of the galaxy, on a recently sacrificed planet.
Ahriman listened to the changes in the Warp from the whispering servants in the shadows.
"Chaos will eventually devour everything, and everything the Emperor does is futile."
He pondered how to 扼殺 this small hope.
To truly usher humanity into the Age of Gods.
Alex was completely unaware of his exposure in the Warp.
When the light disappeared, a pair of pure white wings appeared behind him.
Walking out of the hall, Malcador was still standing outside.
Seeing Alex come out, he bid farewell.
"Child, you have received your gift, it is time to say goodbye."
"Those abominable beings have noticed your existence, you must be vigilant and never relax in the slightest."
As Malcador's words fell, the environment around Alex changed again.
When everything returned to normal, he was back inside the Praying Sanctuary of the Imperial Glory.
The surrounding Players saw him immediately.
After all, those pure white, flawless wings were so conspicuous.
The Players' eyes widened, and they all gathered around.
"Wow, the Guide has leveled up again."
"Wings! Standard for a Living Saint."
"This game can be renamed Living Saint Cultivation."
"Do you think the Guide's feathers can be used as holy relics against daemons?"
"..."
Alex looked at these little Players, all curious, with a few even wanting to try plucking feathers, and felt a headache.
After sending the Players away, Cortana's projection appeared before Alex.
"Master, the new reservation slots have been released."
"New Players will log in in two days."
The Warp.
The Star Realm Knights' battle barge was getting deeper and deeper lost in Immaterium.
The Navigator was tormented to the brink of death by the storm, unable to discern direction or find the way back to Holy Terra (Earth/Reality).
Piercing alarms echoed throughout the barge.
The swirling Immaterium spewed out countless daemons, those creatures passing through the starship's hull armor, manifesting amidst the screams of mortals.
The Astartes, with their blades, drove them away again and again.
But the Warp daemons returned again and again.
If this continued, even the Astartes would be exhausted to death.
Despair enveloped everyone's hearts.
The hangman's noose was slowly tightening around their necks.
Just when everyone thought the expedition would end in such a humiliating manner.
The Navigator, on the verge of collapse, suddenly brought good news.
He had used a fleeting flash of light to pinpoint the location of Holy Terra (Earth/Reality).
"Take us out of Immaterium immediately."
Chapter Master Sard gave the order.