"Is it... is it really dead?"
"Is it dead for good?"
The daemons were engulfed in the flas of vengeance, watching helplessly as a Keeper of Secrets perished.
Despair and disbelief—expressions they had once relished upon the faces of the Souls they tortured and murdered—would now accompany them into eternal death.
"And you."
The knight raised his sword.
"You are the only one left!"
At almost the exact sa mont, the warriors, whose bodies had long since reached their physical limits, turned their heads in unison. They looked toward the Great Unclean One, who was still silently hacking away at the wall.
Its movents were sluggish and drawn-out. The fungi shedding from its massive body seeped into the soil upon hitting the ground, destined to be decomposed, multiplied, and used as nourishnt for other Organisms.
When those exhausted gazes swept over it, the colossal giant felt as if steel needles were piercing its rotting flesh.
The warriors dragged their heavy footsteps forward.
They began their march once more.
"No, you cannot do this to ! The Benevolent Father loves every one of His children, and the Benevolent Father will not let you off!"
The Great Unclean One grabbed its flail and heavily smashed a Space Marine to the ground.
Thanks to the frantic struggle of the daemons, the Keeper of Secrets had drawn their fire. By the ti these warriors reached the Great Unclean One, their physical bodies seed to have already burned away.
That heavily mutilated body was finally struck down by the heavy blow.
This gave the Great Unclean One a glimr of hope. A creature that should have loathed the very concept of hope was actually feeling a faint trace of it while looking at the scene before it?
'That is right, I can still be saved. The knight must be exhausted as well, and the death of the handmaiden of pleasure will allow the Benevolent Father to pour even more power into .'
The Great Unclean One thought to itself.
But what followed imdiately was the absolute shattering of that hope.
Blinding light caused its putrid pupils to shrink as flas ignited upon the fallen warrior.
"Kill him! Kill him!"
A voice shrieked in its mind, driving the Great Unclean One to hamr down with all its might, desperate to completely crush this logic-defying bastard, desperate to thoroughly extinguish those flas.
Bam!
The flail crashed down once more, only to be caught by a pair of raised hands.
The Great Unclean One yanked forcefully, but no matter how hard it tried, it could not pull its weapon back.
It looked up. The silent knight had not moved. All that surrounded it were relentless clusters of blazing fire.
They were roaring flas held aloft by skeletons completely drained of blood and stripped of flesh.
Yes, our blood ran dry long ago, but we still have our flas, the flas known as Faith.
Furthermore, you may have your Benevolent Father.
Blossoms of fire burned brightly, replacing the warriors' flesh and blood. The flas traced the ethereal silhouettes of their original appearances, revealing pure, unblemished skulls beneath.
But we have The Emperor!
You forgot that your gods are not the only ones who exist within The Warp.
You forgot that this ritual, blocked by the knight, did not block Him.
You forgot that even if that cold sun rarely answers, the knight's companion could offer chips that He could not refuse.
Whoosh—
Like a siphon, the ritual activated once more. Across the entire planet, the Souls that had been utterly tortured in their suffering crashed against the towering walls of the ritual, shattering into tiny fragnts. Scattered specks of light drifted down into the adow, transforming into individual tombstones, finally attaining eternal peace.
Following that, brilliant golden holy fire ignited. It turned the crystallized essence ford from that profound suffering into nourishnt, injecting it into the shriveled bodies fighting against the enemies of humanity within The Warp.
Even the dust swirling around the warriors—the remains of the Sisters of Battle and Adeptus Astartes who had long since sacrificed themselves and turned to ash—once again materialized within the roaring flas.
When loyal warriors fall, the golden fire shall ignite.
And the Legion of the Damned shall manifest!
"No! No!"
Rotten flesh was scorched, turning into black crusts that peeled away. The Great Unclean One frantically swung its weapon, but it was powerless to stop the roaring flas from swallowing its body whole.
The warriors stood up once more.
When the scales of the world tipped back to equilibrium.
We are far superior to you!
"No!!!"
Amidst the Great Unclean One's wretched screams, it was reduced to re ash.
The war was over.
Even the blessings of the Lord of Decay could not prevent the utter annihilation of its life, because that domain belonged to only one master.
"Tch."
Within The Warp, Slaanesh clutched their skirt and let out a mocking sneer. Bringing a sky full of desire, they returned to their six-ringed palace, where endless torture awaited the creations within.
"Heh."
The Benevolent Father departed as well. Returning to the Forest of Decay with an open-minded smile, He stirred His thick soup, revealing an affectionate grin. He would create a better child, one capable of bearing His grand mission.
It was rely a single permanent loss; they could accept it.
They had plenty of ti. The suffering across the endless stars constantly fueled their power with every passing mont.
As long as life in this Galaxy continued to pulse, and as long as the stars continued to revolve, they would continue to exist.
They would never fade away.
"Hell yeah!"
Rases watched the battlefield while guiding the ritual.
"Yes, hack them apart just like that! Damn it, I have been sick of looking at these daemons for a long ti."
The sorcerer let out a hearty laugh, as if seeing daemons suffer misfortune was the greatest joy of his life.
Consciousness separated from Souls, and those pitiful humans finally cast off the burdens that had caused them so much suffering, welcoming true peace.
He knew his companion's traits perfectly well, and he knew his companion did not need any reminders from him.
Arthur's ideal world had never changed. He could not help everyone, but he would leave a place of refuge for every consciousness—one that would not be corrupted by this world, nor by Rases's own thoughts.
'Haha, killing two Greater Daemons in a row and leading a group of avengers to complete their true vengeance, causing the gods to lose everything they invested.'
'Just look at the expressions on those daemons.'
'To be able to witness such a spectacle, even if you asked to kick Tzeentch off his throne and take his place, I would gladly do it!'
Rases channeled the energy in his hands, controlling the progression of the ritual. The countless Souls he had just acquired began to pour down in an exaggerated manner.
'Carlos held back Ka'Bandha, and Arthur successfully hacked down his opponent, leaving the ritual open for The Emperor. I used this opportunity to clear out the Souls on the planet and incorporate them into The Emperor's ritual.'
'Chaos has devolved into infighting, which ans the Tyranid Swarm, having freed up its forces, is currently the biggest threat.'
Rases had faith in his companions, and he had faith in the heroes who had traversed countless wars, but the victory of a few was not considered a true victory to him and the other Transmigrators.
Now, it was ti for his performance.
Summoning the Legion of the Damned was a concept the Transmigrators had proposed early on, but due to the lack of cooperation from a certain senile elder upon The Golden Throne, there had not been much progress.
The Emperor's state was different from that of the Four Gods. He had constantly refused to ascend to godhood to prevent Himself from turning into a twisted, evil entity of Chaos, but the price for doing so was absolute passivity.
Those countless unified consciousnesses could never reach a consensus outside of "protecting humanity," and even with this single consensus, they would spawn countless differing thods to achieve it.
Getting The Emperor to take action was incredibly difficult. Even though He was forced to use the divine power of The Warp to grant humanity Divine Protection, He simultaneously rejected that very power.
Furthermore, the Transmigrators did not understand the underlying chanics of Souls at all, nor did they understand the fundantal logic of this universe. They were purely outsiders.
However, that did not stop Rases from brute-forcing his way through.
Since he still did not understand the principles, but could determine from the flow of daemon rituals that the operational modes of The Warp were universal, then he would just smash Souls into it.
He would use Souls stripped of consciousness—Souls capable of diluting any emotion—and keep smashing them in until that greedy, shaless sun was finally willing to spit out its light!
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