"Communication failed!"
"Should we gather a group of Thinkers to send a psychic message to the Saint, so he can be prepared and not be tricked by the newly born Warp entity?"
A thought like this surfaced in Guilliman's mind, but he immediately dismissed the idea.
The Saint's wisdom was no less than his own.
Perhaps, he had already discovered this problem.
He couldn't be as foolish and arrogant as Magnus.
If the Saint was busy with something important, wouldn't sending a psychic message cause big trouble?
"Try to contact the Custodian Guard."
Guilliman changed his approach and had someone contact the Custodian Guard.
The Saint, favored by his father, had also gained the absolute loyalty of the Custodian Guard.
Sometimes, contacting the Custodian Guard was equivalent to contacting the Saint.
When contacting the Custodian Guard, there was no longer any issue of failing to connect.
Soon after, Senior General Tura appeared in the projection.
"Regent." Senior General Tura saluted Guilliman.
"Where is the Saint?" Guilliman got straight to the point, directly asking about Alex's whereabouts.
"The Saint has entered the Webway, and should be fighting the enemy right now."
Hearing Senior General Tura's words, Guilliman felt a surge of relief.
Fortunately, he didn't send a psychic message.
If he had caused any trouble, his mistake would have been huge.
"Does the Regent have something to convey to the Saint?" Senior General Tura looked at Guilliman and asked.
"Yes, tell him to get back to me as soon as he has time," Guilliman said.
"The Custodian Guard can relay the message," Senior General Tura said.
"It's to warn the Saint to be careful; changes have occurred in the Warp."
To avoid affecting morale, Guilliman spoke vaguely and then hung up the communication.
Senior General Tura looked at the darkened screen and frowned.
The Primarch and the Saint actually had something they needed to hide from him?
Damn it, were these two planning to usurp the Emperor's position?
Somewhere in the Webway, far from Ghomorra.
An-Shi and other leading T'au were fleeing Ghomorra under Vect's guidance.
If possible, An-Shi did not want to establish any cooperative relationship with a being like Vect.
In An-Shi's mind, the first thing to do upon encountering any Drukhari / Dark Aeldari was to immediately shoot and kill them, without listening to any of their nonsense.
These guys were the galaxy's vermin, a thousand, ten thousand times more hateful than the Human Empire.
Eliminating them by any means was justified.
However, the complexity of the Webway had exceeded the processing limits of the T'au Empire's technological equipment.
To ensure the expeditionary force led by O'Shi could successfully leave, they needed the other party's help.
"Once it's safe, immediately apprehend this Drukhari / Dark Aeldari."
An-Shi, O'Shi, and other high-ranking members of the expedition quickly reached a private consensus.
They had promised to act as Vect's bodyguards, but they hadn't promised not to capture him.
Once safety was confirmed, they would swiftly act, apprehending the other party in the name of the Greater Good.
The Webway's structure was intricate. During the evacuation, the Earth Caste scientists operated recorders, attempting to analyze this special domain. After recording for a period, they found that the data in the recorders was a chaotic mess, completely unusable.
After multiple attempts and efforts, the Earth Caste scientists completely despaired.
They admitted that their shallow wisdom simply could not comprehend the complex Webway.
After a series of setbacks, O'Shi's former confidence vanished.
In its place was doubt about the universe and himself.
The events he had encountered this time were too incredible.
They had shattered his former worldview.
He could no longer distinguish what was real from what was fake.
Suddenly, the roar of engines emanated from the swirling mist.
The Fire Caste warriors protecting the transport ships looked tense, raising their guns and aiming into the mist.
"Initiate scan." A Fire Caste commander shouted.
His combat suit was larger and more advanced than those worn by ordinary Fire Caste warriors.
He was equipped with a plasma rifle and a pulse rapid-fire cannon in his hands, along with several drones that assisted him in combat.
These drones were responsible for providing firepower, detecting enemy movements, and so on.
The Webway's mist could interfere with electronic equipment.
The Fire Caste warriors' detection devices were also interfered with, showing a large amount of garbled code and blurry images.
Without the help of the detection system, the Fire Caste warriors' combat effectiveness was greatly reduced.
They could only rely on their instincts to blindly fire at problematic areas.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
A Fire Caste warrior, hearing the engine sound, immediately pulled the trigger.
Bright beams of light pierced through the mist, failing to hit any enemies.
"Release the drones." The Fire Caste commander shouted.
Bang!
A bullet shot out from the mist, instantly blowing up the Fire Caste commander's head.
Blood splattered, a gruesome sight.
The Fire Caste warriors watched their headless commander fall to the ground with a dull thud, and immediately became enraged.
"Damn Humans."
"We will definitely avenge this."
Flames of hatred burned in the Fire Caste warriors' eyes. They would remember today's grudge.
"Cover the retreat." O'Shi kept shouting, fearing that the Fire Caste warriors would act impulsively.
That group of Humans was terrifyingly powerful.
If the Fire Caste warriors broke away from the main force and fought those Humans, it would definitely be a dead end.
However, even if they wanted to avoid battle, the Warmaster and other Players would not let them go.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The sound of air being torn apart echoed as the Players, with maximum propulsion, flew out of the mist.
Each of them, wielding longswords and battle axes, charged at the Fire Caste warriors.
Twisted person even directly activated a temporal bomb. With a burst of eerie light, all the transport ships seemed to fall into a swamp, their speed suddenly slowing down.
"I told you, you're dead."
The Warmaster thrust his sword, piercing through a stealth suit that looked like a potato.
Electricity crackled, and the pilot inside was also killed instantly by the sword.
After pulling out the sword, the flying stealth suit fell to the ground just like the commander earlier.
"I'll be your opponent." An-Shi, wearing his combat suit, leaped out of the transport ship, holding a long blade covered in arcing electricity, and slashed at the Warmaster.
Clang~
"I thought you were all cowards."
The Warmaster raised his sword to block the attack.
Then, he fired the boltgun in his other hand, shooting at the opponent's head, but the opponent dodged.
"The foolish crimes you have committed will surely be avenged and accounted for."
An-Shi stared intently at the Warmaster, his eyes burning with fury.
"I hate it when people look at me like that."
The Warmaster increased the power of his thrusters, and his longsword slashed at the opponent with immense force.
Clang~
The clashing sounds of metal weapons rose and fell, continuously echoing.
An-Shi's combat prowess was astonishing.
As a man who had survived the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari gladiatorial arena, his combat skills were equally powerful.
The two fought to a standstill.
However, the other Fire Caste warriors were being slaughtered one-sidedly by the Players.
The combat effectiveness of the two sides was not on the same level at all.
Boom!
A Devilfish troop carrier exploded.
The T'au inside screamed.
"Damn it!!"
O'Shi, seeing this scene, was furious.
But his anger was meaningless; the Players continued their assault, slaughtering his people.
Seeing the situation turn one-sided, Vect's face turned pale, thinking he was about to die at the hands of these Humans, when Pillars of light emerge,Then it exploded,Pillars of light emerge,Then it exploded,beams of light appeared, then burst forth fiercely.
After the light faded, all those Humans were gone.
"Withdraw immediately." An-Shi didn't know why those Humans had suddenly disappeared.
But he couldn't afford to think too much and immediately shouted for his people to retreat and flee the battlefield.
Because he had been there once before,
Ahriman easily used the Venomblade to open another path to the Dark Throne, leading a host of demons to the Dark Throne.
Under the demon's attack, the Imperial heroes holding the line fell into a bitter struggle, while Ahriman, with a relaxed expression, walked to the Dark Throne, toying with the Venomblade and taunting Alex with malicious words.
"Hahaha, victory still belongs to me."
"As long as this dagger is inserted, you're finished."
The Four Chaos Gods, who had been in a chaotic battle, stopped their movements at this moment, their gazes all fixed on Ahriman.
They couldn't help but want to applaud and cheer; Ahriman was Ahriman.
This guy might be bad, but his ability to get things done was truly strong.
"He must be rewarded."
The Four Chaos Gods reached a consensus; Ahriman had made such a great contribution, it would be unreasonable not to reward him.
Slaanesh decided to personally bestow her favor upon him.
Khorne also decided to personally engage Ahriman in a duel.
Tzeentch planned to grant Ahriman a blessing, giving him a pair of wings.
As for Nurgle, he planned to give Ahriman a scoop of the soup he was currently brewing.
Ahriman also felt the gazes and expectations of the Four Chaos Gods.
An unparalleled sense of accomplishment arose in his heart.
Without further ado, he walked straight towards the man on the Dark Throne with the dagger,
intending to stab the Venomblade into the opponent's body, just as he had wounded Horus, leaving an eternal scar on the opponent's soul.
The next second,
a flash of light appeared, and the Warmaster materialized between Alex, who was seated on the Dark Throne, and Ahriman.
Before he could even figure out what was happening,
he appeared directly in front of Ahriman.
Ahriman: "...."
What happened? Why did a living person suddenly appear?
Warmaster: ".."
Wasn't I beating the T'au creatures' dog heads?
Why did I suddenly appear here?
Both could see each other's confusion, completely unaware of what was currently happening.
The Warmaster frowned, looking at the ugly face before him. The opponent wore a crimson-themed battle armor with gold trim and numerous spikes.
His bald head was covered in blasphemous scriptures,
and in his hand, he held a staff with an evil book bound to it, and a skull and the eight-pointed star of Chaos at its end.
The Warmaster tentatively asked, "Ahriman!!"
Ahriman didn't reply; he was still in a state of confusion.
How did the outsiders' kin suddenly appear??
This was a bit illogical!!
"Stop asking so many questions, he's Ahriman, hit him."
Twisted person, who was beside him, didn't waste a single word, grabbing his hammer and smashing it down.
The arc-covered hammer head landed on Ahriman's face, leaving a shocking wound.
"Ngh!!" Twisted person's eyes widened,
this hammer could shatter the head of a Fire Caste warrior wearing battle armor,
yet it only left a few scratches on the opponent's face??
The sharp pain also brought the shocked Ahriman back to his senses, and he subconsciously swung the Venomblade,
The dagger was incredibly sharp, easily cutting a gash in the Warmaster's breastplate.
The Warmaster also reacted, swinging his sword towards Ahriman.
Ahriman blocked the Warmaster's chop with his staff,
Twisted person kicked him, sending him flying.
The Warmaster raised his sword and shouted, "Brothers, Ahriman, this bad seed, is here."
The Players, who had just been forcefully summoned by Alex to protect him, all turned their heads.
When they looked at the fallen Ahriman, their eyes were like hungry wolves seeing meat.
"The Guide can die, but Ahriman must die."
"Kill Ahriman, reward billions of Imperial Eagles, and be appointed Sector Governor."
"Kill Ahriman, avenge Horus."
"If Ahriman doesn't die, how can public anger be appeased?"
"In Loken's name, charge!"
"For Angron."
Someone shouted, and the Players, yelling various slogans, swarmed towards Ahriman.
Alex, sitting on the Dark Throne: "(QAQ)"
What do you mean I can die!!
Such thoughts are absolutely not allowed.
Numerous Players rushed forward, punching and kicking, stabbing with swords and bayonets at Ahriman,
even breaking one of the bad seed's legs.
If not for the blessings of the Chaos Gods, he might have died on the spot.
Ahriman was terrified; he hastily recited an ancient Dark Tongue.
As his voice fell, a terrifying power suddenly erupted, sending the Players surrounding him flying.
Then, he hurriedly took the Venomblade, cut through space-time, and opened a path to escape.
By the time the Players rushed over again, Ahriman's figure had already disappeared into the space-time rift.
"Damn it, that bad seed got away."
"This guy is too tanky; I stabbed him several times, and he didn't die."
"When I hit someone with a hammer, their head shatters, but his face only got a few scratches."
"Speechless, he actually managed to escape."
The Chaos Gods looked at the fleeing Ahriman, feeling a sense of disappointment.
You were almost about to stab that guy, why didn't you run faster?
You just had to wait for him to call his kin over.
Now look, not only did you fail to injure the opponent, but you also got beaten up by him.
What a waste.
Tzeentch waved his staff, altering Ahriman's space-time destination, intending to make him suffer a bit as punishment for his incompetence.
When the crippled Ahriman fell out of the torn space-time, he landed right in front of Vect, who was fleeing.
As Vect, who had clawed his way up from the bottom of Ghomorra, he deeply understood schemes and calculations.
He could tell at a glance that those little blue skins were not right.
An-Shi and O'Shi's little tricks were utterly terrible in his eyes;
even a three-year-old child in Ghomorra could play better than them.
So, after confirming the danger was cleared, he took his subordinates and fled.
An-Shi and the other T'au naturally didn't want him to escape, so they pursued him with the Fire Caste warriors.
But they were completely unfamiliar with the Webway, and after a few turns, Vect shook them off.
"Damn Imperial lackeys, I will not forget this humiliation."
Ahriman got up, his voice venomous.
He had indeed fallen this time, but things would change, and there would always be a chance for revenge.
"Ahriman." A malicious, cold voice rang out.
It was then that Ahriman noticed several Drukhari / Dark Aeldari standing beside him.
"Who are you?"
Ahriman showed a wary expression.
"I am the Supreme Overlord of Ghomorra—Asdrubael Vect."
"The Dark Throne was your doing, wasn't it??"
Vect introduced himself while his subordinates surrounded Ahriman.
Upon hearing Vect's name, Ahriman secretly thought things were bad.
When he heard the other party mention his use of the Dark Throne to lure the Chaos Gods into Ghomorra, he immediately turned to cut through space-time with the Venomblade and escape.
Vect was quick-witted, firing several poisoned darts that struck his opponent.
The neurotoxin quickly paralyzed Ahriman's limbs, rendering him unable to move. He couldn't even hold the Venomblade in his hand, and it dropped to the ground.
Clang!!
The Venomblade made a crisp sound as it hit the ground.
Vect walked over, bent down, and picked up the Venomblade.
Then he circled Ahriman, examining him, and even reached out to pinch his remarkably ugly face.
"I also know some Haemonculi techniques; I hope they satisfy you."
"Don't thank me, because this is your payment for destroying Ghomorra."
"I will treat you well, Ahriman."
"Believe me, you will definitely regret coming to this world."