The battle on the planet's surface continued relentlessly, while the combat in space was a one-sided slaughter.
However, the Chaos Gods still gritted their teeth and persevered, consuming Zeke's remaining energy.
Zeke was clearly aware of this, so after two months of intense fighting, he withdrew his hand.
Nurgle, who was before him, had visibly thinned down significantly, no longer possessing his former corpulent appearance.
As for Tzeentch, he was practically split in half for eternity.
He was now too weary to reassemble himself and simply remained split in two, making no move, just staring blankly at Zeke, ready for another strike at any moment.
Gork and Mork were held down by Zeke with one hand, constantly wailing and trying to get up to continue fighting.
But from their bruised and battered state, with broken limbs, it was evident they were no longer capable of fighting.
Of course, Zeke was not in much better shape.
He was also bruised and battered, as these opponents did possess a certain fighting strength.
Zeke's battle was nearing its end, while the intense fight between Khorne, Slaanesh, and the Emperor continued.
For a moment, Nurgle genuinely considered going to fight the Emperor.
At least fighting the Emperor wouldn't leave him bruised all over and significantly thinner.
Was he really getting thinner? No, clearly not. This was flesh that Zeke had sliced off him with his sword.
How long would it take to get fat again?
After Zeke withdrew his hand, Slaanesh and Khorne immediately stopped fighting, fearing that Zeke would come over and give them a beating too.
They could sense that Zeke still harbored a furious power within him, a power strong enough to tear them apart again.
It just depended on whether that guy was willing to use it; no one wanted to endure that final madness.
After the two of them stopped, the Emperor also ceased fighting and stood by Zeke's side.
All their gazes were fixed on Zeke.
The atmosphere fell silent; they all waited for Zeke to speak.
"That's enough fighting for today. I'm not fighting anymore!" Zeke finally uttered these words after a long pause.
Zeke's words made the Chaos Gods sigh in relief.
Even the Emperor breathed a sigh of relief; honestly, fighting two against one was a bit much for him, especially since Khorne was no pushover.
"But!" Zeke, seeing their relief, was a little displeased and added two more words.
Undoubtedly, after these two words came out, the Chaos Gods' hearts tightened once again.
"You guys just wait for me. I will definitely fight you again, but not now. We'll have a truce first."
After speaking, Zeke directly took the Emperor away, his originally handsome face now also a bit bruised and battered.
Although compared to his bruised face, the Chaos Gods on the other side were all missing limbs.
But Zeke was still very upset.
To be honest, from being born into a knightly family until now, when had he ever suffered such a great injustice?
He was bruised and battered, what did the four Chaos Gods pay?
Wasn't it just broken limbs?
Wasn't it just a few pieces of flesh being cut off?
Damn it, after the Dominion arrives, he will settle scores with these guys sooner or later.
Seeing that guy finally leave, the remaining six Chaos Gods exchanged glances, then all turned their attention to Tzeentch.
With just that one look, these Chaos Gods, who had always been at odds with each other, reached a consensus.
Beat him!
It was this damned blue bird, always coming up with terrible ideas for no reason.
Now look what happened?
The other side was bruised and battered, but what about them?
Not to mention the ones who fought Zeke were practically limbless, even Khorne and Slaanesh weren't in much better shape.
That yellow-skinned guy wouldn't show them mercy; he came to fight them to the death, and there was a deep-seated hatred between them.
After all, they had killed his son before, so it was perfectly normal for the Emperor to fight them desperately.
Nurgle, Khorne, Slaanesh, Gork, and Mork—five pairs of eyes stared intently at Tzeentch.
Tzeentch's bird head, split in two, looked left and right, suddenly having an ominous premonition.
"Uh... everyone, let me explain..."
"Explain?" Khorne's axe was already raised, the Blood God's rage fiercer than ever. "You goddamn made us provoke that madman?!"
"Exactly!" Slaanesh gnashed her teeth. "My face is all swollen! Do you know how much time I spend maintaining this face?!"
"WAAAGH!!! The fight wasn't fun! It's all your fault, blue-feathered chicken!" Gork and Mork rubbed their hands together.
A fight is only fun when there's mutual combat.
Aside from Zeke fighting them with one hand at the beginning, he later just held them down and savagely rubbed them into the ground.
Fighting is enjoyable.
But being beaten and abused by someone else is a different story entirely.
Nurgle said nothing, but he silently pulled out a rusty Plague Scythe, his eyes sinister.
Tzeentch panicked.
"Wait! Everyone! We're allies!"
"Allies?" Khorne sneered. "I just want to chop you up now!"
The next second—
"Ah ah ah ah ah—!!!"
Tzeentch's screams echoed through the Warp.
Khorne's axe struck his right half, Slaanesh's high heel stomped fiercely on his left half of his face, Nurgle's scythe furiously scraped his feathers, and Gork and Mork each grabbed a wing, starting a "tug-of-war."
Tzeentch, the mighty Chaos God of Change, was currently being ganged up on by his "allies."
Before the fight, they were full of bravado, thinking they could give both the Emperor and Zeke a good beating.
But after the fight, just looking at their injuries and Zeke's bruised face, they all felt it was a terrible loss.
With the end of the Warp God War, the gods' struggle in the Warp finally concluded, and the next battle would be on the surface of the planet Cadia.
It must be said that although the Chaos Gods were bruised and battered by Zeke, their chaos armies were indeed powerful.
Their power wasn't in individual strength; after all, even daemon Princes could be slain by the Custodes working together.
Their true strength lay in their undying nature, constantly revitalized by the energies of the Warp.
This meant that as long as the four Chaos Gods provided them with enough energy, they would instantly resurrect after death, emerging from the Warp once more.
It was by relying on this endless stream of chaos daemon that they overwhelmed Emperor-class and Warlord-class Titans with human wave tactics.
Zeke's Space Marines, in just two short months of engagement, had already suffered a staggering 200,000 casualties.
Such losses were unprecedented in the entire Imperium of Man.
They witnessed Space Marines, like the Imperial Guard, being directly thrown into battle and then vanishing like raindrops.
This small Cadia had incurred such heavy casualties.
Of course, while the Imperium of Man on Cadia suffered heavy losses, the chaos daemon were not doing much better.
Those Greater daemon of the Warp had, on average, died at least 40 times each.
To be honest, they were starting to lose their will to fight.
To put it bluntly, such a battle was pointless, very boring.
Those three colossal Titans could sweep away large numbers of them with almost a single swing, making the fighting extremely painful.
Among the chaos forces, only Khorne's daemon legions still possessed the will to fight.
But even Khorne's daemon were starting to feel fear.
No matter who it was, dying so many times eventually became unbearable.