Well, no matter what Abaddon thought, the 13th Black Crusade was no longer his concern.
By now, this level of battle was beyond Abaddon, the warmaster of chaos, to intervene.
He didn't even dare to emerge from the Warp.
He could only stay in the Warp with his army, watching the battle, and even had to keep a safe distance.
The mighty Custodes were relentlessly slaughtering Warp daemon on the planet's surface.
If he dared to jump from his flagship down there at this moment, even if he brought all the forces he could muster, he might still be cleaved in half by the Custodes below.
He had a rather clear understanding of his own position.
He was a major threat to the Imperium; although this major threat now seemed meaningless, he was indeed a major threat to the Imperium.
The Custodes would definitely do everything in their power to kill him if they saw him.
This was his own thought.
In reality, for the Custodes, even if he appeared on the planet's surface, no one would actively seek to kill him.
Just don't get in the way.
Abaddon? What is he to deserve any attention from the Imperial Army?
The chaos Daemonic Army, relying on its endless nature, barely maintained a stalemate against the Imperial Army's assault, and this was already the last thing they could do.
The four Chaos Gods could no longer provide any further blessings to their chaos Daemonic Army.
Zeke could no longer stand by.
A sword light, piercing the heavens and earth, flashed and directly cleaved towards Tzeentch, while the Emperor also rose from the golden throne in sync.
The already terrifying Warp storm intensified even further after the Chaos Gods of the Warps joined the battle.
Even the Imperial Fleet, which was originally blocked outside by the Warp storm, was forced to retreat, fearing being swept into it.
As for the fate of the Cadia Sector... though unwilling to admit it, the Imperial Army Command could only pray that the Imperial Army there would hold out longer.
Because the Imperium was now unable to provide them with any level of support.
The Imperial Army could not only not pass through the Warp storm, but also had to stay further away from this sector to avoid being affected by the Warp storm.
Leaving aside everything happening in the physical universe, let's turn our attention back to the Warp.
Zeke drew most of the energy from all his machine thrones at once, and a colossal psychic entity manifested before the Four Gods of the Warp.
That was a powerful energy fluctuation, so vast that they felt as if they were facing the core energy of a universe.
And just as they perceived, the Warp energy Weiss and the others had infused into Zeke earlier was roughly equivalent to an entire universe.
However, to maintain the aisle and transmit it across countless universes to Zeke, not much energy was left, but if Zeke used it all at once, it would be a completely different story.
What kind of energy was that?
It was an energy that left them with little will to resist; even Khorne, the most savage and battle-hungry of the four Chaos Gods, had a momentary thought of abandoning the fight.
Whether it was Gork or the four minor Warp entities, the moment Zeke unleashed his full power, they all felt as if they had made a mistake, stirring up a hornet's nest.
But what could they do?
The deed was done; could they stop now?
Khorne stood up and fought against the Emperor, with Slaanesh accompanying him, occasionally striking the Emperor.
After all, Slaanesh preferred to just fight the Emperor rather than Zeke.
The Emperor also fought with all his might, holding his own against two, while Zeke's side was even more frantic.
Zeke alone held off Gork and Mork, Nurgle, and Tzeentch, those two foolish ones.
"Four of you, I believe I haven't offended you much, have I? I just beat Nurgle up, chopped off one of his subordinates, and burned his garden, didn't I?
I just stabbed Tzeentch through and let the Emperor beat him up, didn't I? The fact that you dared to do such things to me is simply outrageous!"
"And you two, you two green-skinned gods, I don't think I've done anything to you, have I?"
"You two are truly too ignorant, actually daring to provoke me."
"You will pay a sufficient price for your schemes!"
Zeke grew angrier and angrier with each word.
Didn't he just do those things to them?
Why should they retaliate against him? It's simply outrageous!
Especially Gork and Mork, those two scoundrels. He hadn't even bothered them, yet they dared to actively come at him.
They were truly too ignorant, not knowing their place.
Tzeentch wanted to say something to refute Zeke, but he clearly failed.
Or rather, Zeke had no intention of letting him speak.
As Tzeentch was about to open his mouth, Zeke directly slapped him across the face with a huge psychic palm, forcing him to swallow his words.
"Did I give you permission to speak? You should have thought of this moment before offending me! Go to hell!"
Zeke didn't waste any more words with them. The largest Blade of the Emperor directly cleaved Tzeentch in half with one stroke.
Although Tzeentch quickly reassembled himself, the pain was real, and at the same time, a portion of his Warp energy dissipated.
"Aow!" Tzeentch's scream of pain echoed through the Warp, and this shriek made Nurgle, who was standing beside him, clutch his head with both hands, somewhat afraid to look at Zeke.
As for Gork and Mork, after hearing Tzeentch's agonizing scream, they exchanged glances.
Still fighting? Seems a bit outmatched?
Still, let's fight, since we're already here!
Gork read each other's intentions in their eyes, then completed their silent communication.
"Waaagh! Battle is fun!"
Tzeentch's screams still echoed in the Warp, Nurgle had shrunk into a ball of chaos energy, and Gork had fully entered "battle is fun" mode.
Zeke's psychic entity burned like a star, and wherever the edge of the Blade of the Emperor passed, the very structure of the Warp twisted and disintegrated.
Tzeentch's body, cleaved in half, had just reassembled when Zeke, with a backhand swing, again split him in two.
As for Gork and Mork, Zeke drew another sword and simultaneously engaged them in battle.
Zeke's fighting style was like this: one hand fought Gork and Mork, while the other hand occasionally cleaved Tzeentch in half, and then, incidentally, struck Nurgle with a sword.
Nurgle was just a coward, no need to worry about him.
While fighting Gork and stabbing Tzeentch, he could just find a moment to give Nurgle a sword strike.
This whole situation today was definitely orchestrated by Tzeentch, that damned blue bird. Zeke had to beat this blue bird severely to vent his anger.
As for those two mushroom gods, well, they were just there, he could fight them with one hand.
After several days of fighting, the scene remained the same.
Seeing this, Nurgle completely chickened out.
"Uh... actually... I was just passing by..." Nurgle squirmed his corpulent body, trying to sneak away.
Not to mention that in such a vast Warp, there was almost nothing to hide behind, and his enormous body trying to sneak away in front of Zeke was clearly unrealistic.
"Passing by?" Zeke glared at him.
Tzeentch, who was being beaten so badly, didn't say anything, but perhaps he hadn't recovered yet and was cleaved in half again before he had a chance to speak.
But that wasn't the point; the point was Nurgle, this idiot.
He actually said he was passing by? This made Zeke even angrier.
Zeke had already seized him by the neck, and with his other hand, pure psychic flames ignited and pressed directly onto his belly.
"You blame me for burning your garden, right? Spreading plagues, right? Loving decay, right?"
"Aow, aow, aow—!" Nurgle's screams were even more shrill than Tzeentch's. His corrupting energy was purified in the psychic flames, and his entire body was evaporating.
Gork and Mork, however, fought with increasing ferocity.
"WAAAGH!!! Battle is fun!" Gork swung his massive cleaver, while Mork wielded his Warhammer, both attacking Zeke fiercely from left and right.
However, Zeke couldn't be bothered with them, extending a psychic arm holding a sword and continuing to clash head-on with the two of them.
Zeke's battle took on a somewhat dramatic color, but it was different on the Emperor's side. The Emperor was engaged in a real, no-holds-barred melee with Khorne.
At the same time, he was occasionally harassed by Slaanesh nearby, which was truly more annoying.
However, he also grew more excited with each blow, after all, having such a powerful helper on his side was such a joyful thing.
Khorne and Slaanesh felt the same way; they were grateful that they were fighting the Emperor and didn't have to fight that madman Zeke.
Look at how miserable the other two were; Tzeentch's body had never fully healed, and as soon as it did, Zeke would cleave him in half again with another sword.
And Nurgle? Nurgle was visibly a size smaller.
As for those two ork gods, Zeke didn't even bother to acknowledge them, fighting them with just one hand.
This new human Chaos God was truly powerful beyond their imagination.
If it weren't for Zeke's aura steadily weakening after several days of battle, they honestly would have raised their hands in surrender.