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"I have co for you." The Emperor nodded slowly. "I surely know what you are."
"Hi-Hi, Tell , what do you want? Power? Or knowledge?" Yggra'nya asked, voice dripping with mockery.
"Release , and you can have everything you desire."
The Emperor's response was direct. "I only need you. You're a great force of the material realm. The energy inside you is pure and everlasting. A Perfect power source."
Yggra'nya's three eyes fixed on the Emperor. The Raven could sense the speechless fury radiating from the Star God.
'Was getting backstabbed by those slaves and used as a battery, not bad enough.' The fragnt's rage burned through the tesseract walls. 'That now, a pest born yesterday wants to do the sa thing?
'Does everyone think a Star God is just so weak creature they can push around?
"Your words amuse , mortal." Yggra'nya's voice turned ice-cold. "I am a god. Eternal and indestructible."
"Those slaves betrayed , but they cannot kill . They can only imprison . One day, I will return to the real world and wield infinite power again, AND WHEN THAT DAY COS, I WI— "
"I don't care about any of that." The Emperor interrupted the false god's useless talk.
"Right now, I'm going to free you from here. Then I'll put a chain on you and take you back with . And you will work for the rest of your life in the service of humanity."
"Be grateful, it is an honour that many will not get."
Both The Raven and Yggra'nya looked shocked at the audacity of the Emperor's words.
'Brother, you are turning a being who lived his life as God into a slave, and you are telling him to feel honoured. Oh, Big Guy is always like, Arrogant and dismissive toward everyone, no matter who they are.'
The Emperor didn't wait for anyone's answer. With his slight will, Terrible psychic power erupted from his body.
The tesseract labyrinth shattered instantly, exploding into countless fragnts.
For a mont, the underground chamber was filled with absolute silence. Sixty million years of imprisonnt ended in a heartbeat.
Then ca the roar
A black fla shot into the sky, lting through the thick tal surface and leaving a glowing hole behind. The World Shaper, Yggra'nya, was free.
"FINALLY"! The Star God's consciousness expanded, reaching beyond the prison walls for the first ti in epochs. "FINALLY!"
The seven giant spheres around the main building exploded at once. Yggra'nya devoured all the energy they contained, pulling power from storage systems that had sustained the World Engine for millennia. The necrodermis that ford the spheres flowed into him like liquid rcury, reshaping itself into a new form of terror.
He erged looking sowhat like the Necrons, but completely different. Like an evil god from so alien religion, wielding destruction and disaster. Three blazing eyes sat on his head. Liquid tal covered his horrifying form. Torn and compressed tal beca writhing tentacles that dragged him between the spires.
"The slaves..." His gaze fell on the assembled Necron nobility. "Your ti for reckoning has co."
Yggra'nya let out a roar of pure rage. The sound tore through sky and earth, shaking the World Engine's superstructure. Then he lunged at Tyrrakhis the Silent Crown and the other Necron nobles.
Phaeron Tyrrakhis's tal body shook with fear. We have no way to fight a free Star God. His tactical systems scread warnings. Even just a fragnt has unimaginable power.
The irony wasn't lost on him. Normally, when they used Star God shards against enemies, the shards had to stay contained. Once control was lost, the Necrons would be the ones to suffer.
Star Gods hated them more than any other race in the galaxy.
"Master Yggra'nya," Tyrrakhis raised her hands in supplication, "I offer the dynasty's command codes. You can control every Necron in the Magadha Dynasty."
"You all deserve to die," Yggra'nya roared, cutting him off. "The slaves of yesterday dared to betray their master. Now it's ti for judgnt."
An invisible force lifted Tyrrakhis into the air. Purple-black flas erupted around him. This is how it ends, was his last coherent thought before burning to ash.
Other Necron nobles were dragged into the air against their will. Yggra'nya slowly dissected them with his mind, savouring their terror. Piece by piece, they were stripped away. The proud lords gradually fell apart until only thin tal skeletons remained, still writhing in agony.
'Sixty million years of rage.' Yggra'nya thought as he thodically destroyed his forr captors. 'Not nearly long enough.'
Those Necron warriors who still retained emotions scread in terror when they witnessed the slaughter. They fled in every direction, their programming overridden by primal fear burned deep in their cores.
After venting his hatred on the Necrons, Yggra'nya turned his attention to the Emperor. The human had erged from underground, watching the massacre with apparent calm.
'This one freed ,' the Star God mused, 'but only to enslave again.'
"Foolish mortal! You could have received my gifts, but you're too arrogant. Today, you'll pay the price."
"Oh, how scary," the Raven said, clutching his chest dramatically. "Quick, Big Corn Cob, co protect !"
Valdor rolled his eyes but stepped forward anyway. "Your faithful Imperial Guard commander is here to protect you, esteed Mr. Raven."
'Interesting, he thinks' The Emperor's deep eyes showed a hint of surprise at Valdor's response. But he quickly suppressed it, turning to face the sky where Yggra'nya hovered.
"Ti for another false god to fall before humanity"
Yggra'nya raised his hands. The tal ground began to break apart, responding to his will. Necrodermis transford into an endless stream of fragnts that ford rings around him. The fragnts quickly reshaped into massive blades, each one capable of cutting through battleship armour.
"This planet is my creation pest." He drew power from the World Engine's core, feeling strength flow back into his fragnted essence. "Here, I can temporarily restore my peak strength; you cannot even imagine defeating here."
With a gesture, countless blades of unknown nature flew toward the Emperor.
The Emperor's eyes blazed with golden light. Burning flas surged around him as he unleashed devastating psychic power. Reality tore open, creating a rift between the material realm and the Warp. The immaterium swallowed all the blades.
'In the material realm, no being should be able to fight a Star God.' Yggra'nya's tactical systems registered impossible readings. 'This mortal is breaking fundantal laws of reality.'
"The Warp? The tricks of those Old Ones!" Yggra'nya shrieked, releasing even more terrible energy waves. He charged at the Emperor, trying to crush the human lord with pure mass and force.
The Emperor reached out and clenched his fist. The space in front of him collapsed into two dinsions. The massive Yggra'nya was dragged into the flattened world, becoming a painting without thickness.
"Dinsional manipulation." Yggra'nya's consciousness adapted quickly. "But this is not enough to defeat ; I am the god of the material world."
Sharp blades defied physics, cutting through the two-dinsional space with ease". Strange hissing sounds erupted as Yggra'nya crawled out of the flat world, his form restoring to three dinsions through sheer will.
"If I couldn't escape such flimsy dinsional control, that would be pathetic."
Seeing the Star God escape, the Emperor launched a ti attack. A temporal bubble covered Yggra'nya's upper body, abandoning it in the past. The tearing sensation from the ti differential could destroy any matter.
'Pain! How??' For the first ti in aeons, Yggra'nya felt genuine agony as he was nearly torn apart. He let out a horrible scream, but quickly reshaped his own tiline, returning to normal.
'This human... he wields power like the Old Ones did.'
The constant attacks made Yggra'nya incredibly angry. If conventional attacks won't work... He tried to erase the concept of the Emperor's existence, attempting to completely remove him from the physical world.
The Emperor's psychic power stopped this erasure. Both combatants realised simultaneously that their abilities were matched. When Yggra'nya launched another ti attack to erase the Emperor's tiline, the human countered with his own temporal field.
'Ti attacks are useless against him.'
The battle between the two was extrely fierce. Each exchange sent ripples through space-ti that tore chunks from the World Engine. Reality buckled under the strain as impossible forces clashed.
'This cannot continue.' The Emperor calculated that another section of the superstructure had collapsed. 'The World Engine is finite. His power source has limits.'
"Why won't you die?" Yggra'nya's rage burned hotter as he drew deeper from the World Engine's stored energy reserves. "You are just a mortal, how are you doing this?!!"
The battle's end ca not with a climactic exchange, but with gradual exhaustion.
Yggra'nya's attacks grew slower, less precise. The energy he'd drawn from the World Engine was vast, but not infinite. Sixty million years of storage, consud in minutes of desperate combat.
'NO... not again...' His movents beca sluggish as power reserves dwindled.
The Emperor struck with perfect timing, weaving complex psychic bindings around the weakened Star God. Layer after layer of containnt settled into place, each one reinforced by the next.
A human-sized crystal slowly descended from the air, radiating psychic energy in controlled patterns. Trapped inside was the World Shaper, Yggra'nya.
The crystal's surface was covered in special runes that ford a logical maze, designed to trap the Star God's consciousness. As long as it was secured in Terra's Palace vaults, he would never escape again.
'Another battery.' Yggra'nya's thoughts echoed faintly from within his prison. From Necrons to humans. Nothing changes.'
The Emperor stood among the wreckage of the World Engine, holding his prize. Around him, twisted tal and broken systems stretched to the horizon. The ancient superweapon would never threaten the galaxy again.
'One fragnt secured.' He thought, already calculating the energy output needed for the temporal anchor project. 'More will be required.'
Above them, the First Fleet waited in orbit. Soon, a squad of Imperial Guard would depart with their precious cargo, carrying it back to Terra under the heaviest possible security.
The Great Crusade would continue, now fueled by the power of gods themselves, driving humanity's expansion.
Terra - Council Hall
Three months after the World Engine campaign, the High Lords of Terra Council had grown in both size and ambition.
What had begun as the Emperor's War Council now coordinated resources across thousands of worlds. Its representatives ca from every corner of the growing Imperium, elected by their planets or appointed by the various Imperial bureaucracies.
The Council Hall soared toward the clouds, a monunt to human ambition matching Terra's greatest architecture. Inside, the spherical chamber housed thousands of seats built into the surrounding walls, much like balconies.
Anti-gravity technology allowed approved speakers to float their seats to the centre of the hall. There, surrounded by their peers, they could address the entire assembly.
The High Lords' seats surrounded a round table over nine ters across. From here, they guided an empire that spanned the stars.
'And grows stronger each day,' thought the current Speaker as another report arrived from the frontier fleets, 'with the power of Star Gods serving humanity's cause.'
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