The combined counterattack of everyone formed such a spectacle on the planetary surface of Cadia.
Three of the most powerful star-class battle titans charged at the very front, with Zeke's Ten Thousand Strong Custodes Regiment by their side.
These strongest individual units cleared threats for the forces behind them, while in the middle section, space marine Legions served as the primary core assault force, their mighty titan war machines also launching attacks like mountains and seas.
The earth began to tremble, as if the planet was convulsing under an unbearable burden.
The horizon was redrawn by colossal metal gods.
Mountains moved, and seas shifted.
The human sea of chaos was as fragile as paper before this metal continent descending from the sky.
This was an apocalyptic battle, a battle in which the Imperium of Man had never before gathered such an army.
Although their numbers among the ordinary auxiliary forces were not many, the numbers of Space Marines, Custodes, and titans were all not to be underestimated.
A torrent of steel rolled forward, advancing towards the chaos army, and from outer space, one could see the rolling torrent of steel rapidly spreading outwards from a very small point.
And the corrosive nature of the Warp was constantly weakened after those titan war machines, Space Marines, and Custodes passed through.
The Space Marines created by Zeke could easily resist the erosion of the Warp, but they could not dispel the Warp's corruption, but the Custodes could.
Wherever the army trod, wherever the Custodes' radiance shone, the Warp's pollution and corruption were pushed back by their powerful psychic energy.
Although the chaos army continued to surge out of the Warp rifts, from this moment on, the Imperium of Man's counterattack had also begun.
The Emperor, who had been observing the progress of this battle from within the Warp, couldn't help but gasp when he saw this scene before him.
He wasn't marveling at the sheer number of Zeke's powerful space marine Legions, but rather at how somewhat abnormal his Custodes were, actually pushing back even the Warp's corrosion.
Perhaps the dark age of humanity would finally end, and the appearance of this Emperor would lead humanity to a more glorious era.
The Emperor sat on the golden throne, turning his head to look at Zeke, who at this moment was staring intently at the six Chaos Gods opposite him.
The ground battle had reached its limit; unless the four Chaos Gods continued to drain their own power to resurrect more daemon and strengthen them to continue their assault, their defeat was already inevitable.
If they continued to fight, their power would only weaken further, as most of the daemon under the four Chaos Gods utilized their power.
When those chaos daemon and daemon Princes were eliminated, it would also feedback onto them.
In other words, every time a chaos daemon and those daemon Princes of chaos died, it would weaken the energy and combat power of these four Chaos Gods.
Now, at this point, it was almost time to begin.
Zeke eyed the six bastards opposite him menacingly, 'plotting against him, were they?'
He would make those six idiots see what the consequences of plotting against him were.
Clearly, the Emperor also sensed Zeke's intention, and he too began to polish his Emperor's Holy Sword from his throne.
The Four Gods of the Warp naturally felt Zeke's menacing gaze, while Gork became even more excited, as both of them were cruel and cunning, cunning and cruel.
Even they themselves would occasionally fight each other; they didn't care about this, they just wanted a fight.
Among the Chaos Gods, Khorne was full of fighting spirit, but the other three were different.
Tzeentch: 'Everything is going according to plan.'
'Why do I feel a chill, like I'm about to be split open again?'
Nurgle looked at his body, which had already swollen a circle, then looked at Zeke glaring at him, and couldn't help but firmly pinch the flesh on his body.
He had a premonition that after this battle, he would probably lose a lot of weight; Zeke opposite him would definitely shave off his flesh.
As for Slaanesh, he was filled with regret.
Why did he have to offend that new god of humanity?
Now look at that gaze, as if he wanted to cleave him alive; what way was there left to win over that new god of humanity?
The atmosphere in the Warp also grew increasingly tense, waiting for whoever would make the first move and strike the first blow, then the Warp's god war would erupt.
This was a confrontation between humanity and the alien overlords, and the most bewildered in this operation was probably Abaddon.
He watched the battle on the planetary surface with a helpless expression, then looked at his Black Legion forces around him, feeling as if he didn't know what to say.
His Black Legion forces had already been consciously pulled back by him after the star-class battle titans appeared.
At that time, he already felt that this battle had exceeded his expectations.
Now, all the Black Legion forces were hiding around him in the Warp, staring dumbfounded at the war below.
Abaddon: 'Is it possible that this battle is the Black Crusade I initiated? I should be the protagonist, so why does no one care about me?'
'Can someone explain to me what the hell are over 3 million Space Marines, thousands of warlord-class titans, emperor-class titans, and those three massive titans? Even the Custodes have arrived?'
'Even the Siege of Terra wasn't as brutal as this battle, was it?'
If he remembered correctly, when his Primarch went on the Great Pilgrimage, he didn't seem to encounter so many Space Marines, so many titans, and Custodes resisting there.
More importantly, he keenly sensed that the four Chaos Gods behind him had also begun to act.
This operation was clearly a struggle between them and the Imperium of Man.
Although he had always been proud and tried to view the four Chaos Gods as objects he could utilize, when the four Chaos Gods truly got serious, he only then realized how enormous the difference truly was!
He could keenly sense that a god war was almost brewing within chaos.
Many powerful psychic entities had already appeared in the Warp.
But sensing it didn't mean he could accept it. Now that things had turned out this way, he was clearly the protagonist, he was clearly the protagonist!
His 13th Black Crusade, which he had launched, had just turned into a major battle with which he had nothing to do?
The war was no longer under his control, but rather an offensive launched by the four Chaos Gods themselves, commanding their chaos daemon and daemon Princes.
Even more terrifying were the Imperium of Man's forces.
Where did these Space Marines and Titan Legions come from? Even the Custodes had appeared; it couldn't be that skeletal king sitting on the throne who mobilized them, could it?
If that False Emperor stood up and mobilized armies to fight, then he would really be in trouble.
When that guy was sitting, he could still call him the False Emperor, but if he really stood up, that would be another matter entirely.
Difficult.
How did his own planned 13th Black Crusade end up like this?