Alex 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 Human Empire had already established several fortified strongholds along the Webway leading to Miracle City, 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 Reality, 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 Human Empire forces led by Alex sailed towards Ghomorra along the Human strongholds, they unexpectedly encountered Spirit Race forces led by two old acquaintances.
The Farseer of the Usvej 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.
Alex considered for a moment, then allowed them to board.
The two Spirit Race individuals were escorted by diplomatic officials into the battleship's reception room, where Alex, accompanied by many Human Empire 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 Alex.
"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 us?"
"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 Spirit Race are good people; you never initiated wars against other races."
"Was the former Aeldari Empire built by selling hooks?" Trazyn was already skilled at verbal sparring, and having learned many new phrases from the God Chosen 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."
Alex looked at Trazyn, his heart churning with exasperation.
This Trazyn truly couldn't get along with anyone.
Senior General Tura argued with him, Kasareth 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 Alex reprimand Trazyn, Eldrad Ulthran's expression finally eased.
Alex then looked at Eldrad Ulthran, "Farseer, I presume you aren't here to argue, are you?"
"I came for the matter of Ghomorra," Eldrad Ulthran said.
"Ghomorra?" Alex frowned, "Are you here to plead for your fallen kin?"
Trazyn chuckled, "When Ghomorra was capturing and slaughtering Humans, we didn't see you pleading with the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari. 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 Human Empire, 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 Human Empire now, so I must consider the Human Empire'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 Ghomorra and ask the Living Saint to stop, they couldn't voice it now.
"We are not here to plead for Ghomorra," Eldrad Ulthran said. "Ghomorra 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 Ghomorra will unleash a terrifying storm that will sweep through the entire Webway system."
"Living Saint, I heard Kasareth say that you wish to seek technical support from the Usvej Ark World to repair the Webway.
The problem is, once Ghomorra 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?" Alex asked.
Eldrad Ulthran said, "That would be for you, Living Saint, to personally sit on Ghomorra's Dark Throne, suppressing the rampaging Warp energies like the Master of Mankind."
Alex'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 Alex'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 Spirit Race, 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's, 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 Ghomorra explode and the entire Webway system be crippled."
Alex 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's decisive battle ended.'
"Does it really only take a few hours?" Alex 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 Ghomorra. Even if you leave the throne, the worst result would only be Ghomorra's destruction."
"We have already brought the materials to repair the rift. These are the last remaining from the Usvej Ark World; once consumed, it will take a long time to cultivate more."
"Alright, I'll give it a try." After some thought, Alex decided to attempt it.
Although dangerous, the benefits were high.
If successful, Humanity would be able to control Ghomorra, 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 Human Empire's commercial trade would reach new heights.
After reaching a consensus, the Spirit Race and Humans acted together, taking a faster route to the Ghomorra battlefield.
Terra Palace.
"What do you mean, 'when the Human Empire has problems, you're sent to guard a pond'?!"
Seeing the information screen before him, Senior General Tura, 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 Human Empire's politics?
Is that wrong?!
And I'm at least an Imperial Guard Commander, one of the High Lord of the Human Empire!
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!
Senior General Tura 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 Reality'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 Reality'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.
Senior General Tura 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," Senior General Tura 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 Reality 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.
Senior General Tura 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.
Gomorrah 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 Gomorrah and issued the final command.
"Detonate the star immediately."
The black sun, 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 Gomorrah 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 black sun that was about to explode.
Next was Tzeentch's most cherished Weaver of Fates—Kairos.
He waved his staff, binding the black sun and turning it into a plaything in his palm.
Following closely was Nurgle's darling—the Plague Father Ku'gath.
He injected the about-to-explode black sun with plague.
Countless flies and Nurglings crawled out of its surface. In no time, the black sun turned into a rotten breeding ground full of holes. Lastly, Slaanesh's darling—the Torture Bringer Zarakan—appeared. The black sun 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 Gomorrah 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?!" Twisted person 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."
Tenjiro 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 Human Empire'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 Human Empire's troops, allowing them to continue fighting the enemy with courage.
"Sea Turtle? Have you unlocked a new skill of 'speaking things into existence'?"
Twisted person 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." Tenjiro also chimed in.
"Will that work?" Sea Turtle looked doubtful. "The Guide is on Reality! How could he appear here?"
"Try it, there's no loss anyway," Twisted person said.
"Quick, invite the Guide to exorcise the demons!" Sea Turtle shouted.
Then, the sound of war horns blared.
Numerous Human Empire warships and Aeldari Empire warships appeared on the Gomorrah battlefield.