From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 559: Chaos Hymn: The End of Coruscant

An emerald storm of plague swept across Coruscant, and the once brilliant galactic capital was now reduced to a rotting altar.

Nurgle's "blessing" seemed to arrive first, dragging the entire planet into eternal decay.

Towering skyscrapers are covered with pustular plaques, and their metal structures are softening and collapsing in the "sweet" stench of decay.

What flowed on the streets was no longer rainwater, but yellow-green pus, gathering into rivers emitting the fragrance of death.

Tens of billions, even hundreds of billions of corpses squirmed and were reborn under the nourishment of the plague. Their skin festered and peeled off, revealing the maggots and fungi wriggling inside, but they could still stagger forward and sing praises to the grace of the Father with hoarse throats.

However, Nurgle was not the only winner.

The roar of Khorne echoed in the flames, and a bloody frenzy erupted from the core of Coruscant.

Those civilians and security guards who had not been corrupted by the plague and continued to resist, or the troops under Darth Vader who were caught up in the bloodthirsty slaughter, suddenly went completely crazy. Their muscles swelled and tore their uniforms and armor, their bones twisted into sharp horns, and the weapons in their hands mutated into bloodthirsty swords and axes.

The former Imperial Stormtroopers and even ordinary civilians, as long as there was still a trace of anger in their hearts, were transformed into "berserkers" under the inspiration of the Blood God.

They fought without distinguishing between friend and foe, and drew a huge eight-pointed star in the ruins with their blood.

With every slaughter, Khorne's domain expanded, until the entire sky was dyed scarlet and the shadow of the Brass Throne could be vaguely seen emerging from the clouds.

Meanwhile, Tzeentch's machinations weave in the shadows.

The Coruscant database suddenly overflowed with strange runes, and the holographic projection twisted into a thousand whispering shadows.

The surviving technical personnel fell into madness one after another, their skulls bulged misshapenly, while some suddenly mastered forbidden Warp sorcery, with blue flames leaping at their fingertips; others decomposed into countless crystal fragments, and then reassembled into a completely new form in another place.

The scariest thing is the paper archives.

The ancient books there turned pages automatically, and the ancient holographic recorder no longer played the teachings of the past, but thousands of horrific prophecies of the future. Every second of watching would cause the viewer's sanity to collapse.

And in this chaotic carnival, the tentacles of Slaanesh finally penetrated the veil of reality.

Even though Darth Vader sneered at the decadence of the senses and his pale new body always maintained cold restraint, the corrupt soil of Coruscant had already cultivated the sweetest fruits for the Lord of Pleasure.

In the remaining banquet halls of the Imperial Palace or in other high-end communities, the last batch of aristocratic descendants are experiencing a disgusting "sublimation".

Their dresses were torn by the overgrowth of sensitive skin, and their pearl necklaces sank into the swollen flesh, becoming part of their bodies.

Someone cut his cheek with a gilded table knife, but he let out an intoxicated moan due to the mixture of pain and pleasure;

Others are entangled with each other into deformed symbiotic organisms, with every new nerve ending screaming for more stimulation.

Darth Vader's "Legion" was not spared either.

Several stormtroopers suddenly turned their guns and fired blaster beams at their companions' limbs - not to kill, but to listen to the beautiful screams.

A fragrant mucus oozed out of "their" white armor, and a wet panting sound came from behind the eyepiece.

The most elite death soldiers even began to use daggers for morbid "artistic creations", carving living emblems on the skin of captives that would change color with pain.

Even the air is filled with the gift of Sane.

The once refreshing ventilation system now spews out pink and purple mist. Those who inhale it will see physical illusions of their deepest desires. Many people scratch their eyeballs in laughter because real vision can no longer satisfy the infinitely magnified desire.

In the ruins of the Coruscant Symphony Orchestra, automatic instruments played insane melodies, and creatures who heard them would dance until their muscles were torn and their bones were shattered, but they would still die with a happy smile on their faces.

In the middle of this chaotic feast, Darth Vader.
In other words, Darth Vader, who has completed his "rebirth", is standing at the tail of the Landam-class shuttle, staring at everything quietly through the open hatch.

His body was no longer bound by machinery, yet he was closer to the essence of darkness than ever before.

The blessings of the four gods intertwined within him—

Nurgle gave him an immortal body, Khorne gave him endless fighting spirit, Tzeentch gave him forbidden power, and Slaanesh also unknowingly let him taste the pleasure of domination.

And under the erosion of chaotic energy, Coruscant's near-Earth orbit also turned into a twisted purgatory.

In Darth Vader's fleet, those Imperial warships that once struck fear into the galaxy are now undergoing a blasphemous transformation that far exceeds the limits of their machinery.

Some of the ships that were "favored" and "selected" by Nurgle grew pustules, and what spewed out of their gun barrels was no longer high-powered blaster beams or proton bullets, but sticky biochemical poison mist.

Their engine rooms became giant rotting hearts that pulsed with plague spores and sprayed them onto neighboring ships and the surface of Coruscant.

Naval officers laughed and rotted in the bridge, their uniforms fused to their flesh, yet still able to operate living warships.

At the first moment of the outbreak of the "Special Military Operation", a fierce offensive was launched against Sheev Palpatine's forces. At the same time, the ships that caused serious damage to Coruscant began to ooze blood from their decks, and their automatic turrets mutated into huge metal mouths with sharp teeth.

The most important thing is that the crew members on these ships actually killed each other without any explanation.

The survivors began to grow bronze-like cuticles.

At the same time, these ships will actively collide with warships and space stations that are still resisting, use the bone rams growing from the bow to cut open the enemy, and then let the deformed stormtroopers board the ship.

As for the reconnaissance ships responsible for monitoring and coordinating information, they were suddenly "folded" into non-Euclidean geometry, and their projections flickered between the real universe and the subspace that involved this dimension.

The battleships' databases pulsed with blue flames, each computer composing blasphemous hymns in code.

When remaining enemy ships attempt to lock onto them, these ghost ships will split into nine identical phantoms, attacking simultaneously from different dimensions.

Compared to the other Chaos Gods, Slaanesh does have the most limited influence over Darth Vader's direct fleet.

Most of the well-disciplined crew members resisted the temptation of the Lord of Pleasure, or expressed disdain like Darth Vader. Only a few weak-willed crew members fell in the tide of chaos.

The cracks of desire hidden in the hearts of the crew members became the first breakthrough points for the tentacles of Slaanesh to erode.

These corrupted ships are of disturbing beauty.

The originally cold metal shell is now covered with a translucent bioluminescent film, which will change color with the blasphemous rhythmic pulsation coming from the subspace.

The light coming through the portholes is no longer regular lighting, but constantly changing psychedelic tones. Anyone who stares at it for too long will have a strong sensory hallucination.

The emblem of the Galactic Empire on the surface of the ship was distorted into an ambiguous relief, and the turrets degenerated into decorative crystal structures, refracting a dizzying purple light in the void.

When the stormtroopers from nearby ships attempted to board the ship for inspection, they were greeted by a nightmare beyond reality. The flesh of the first batch of soldiers who boarded the ship melted into a pearlescent liquid within a few seconds, forming a pool of desire with independent consciousness on the deck.

The second group of soldiers experienced an even more bizarre transformation:

Four extra limbs extended from their spines, and their helmets merged into smooth masks, unconsciously starting to dance a weird ballet.

Although they had never been exposed to ballet, every movement of these six-armed dancers was eerily precise, as if they were controlled by invisible strings, performing an endless dance of death in the cabin.

What is most disturbing is that these ships are still carrying out some kind of twisted "combat mission".

They gracefully shuttled around the edge of the battlefield, launching torpedoes at friendly ships with extreme pleasure.

Any crew member who is hit will instantly experience the ultimate pleasure they have pursued all their life, and then turn into dazzling crystal statues with a happy smile.

Upon learning of this information, Darth Vader immediately ordered his men to stay away from these twisted ships, not out of fear, but because even if his eyes were reborn, he would not be willing to look directly at those overly "filthy" and corrupt things.

At this moment, the surface of Coruscant no longer resembles its original appearance.

The Garden of Nurgle covers the northern hemisphere, Khorne's blood river rushes in the southern continent, Tzeentch's labyrinth occupies various temples or ruins, and Slaanesh's Palace of Bliss is rising from the equatorial region.

The atmosphere turned into a colorful vortex. The wreckage of the warship in orbit was captured by gravity and fell to the ground burning, but it mutated into a monster between a machine and a biological being midway.

The most terrifying thing was that the planet itself began to pulsate, like an egg about to hatch, and the light of chaotic energy shone through the cracks in the earth's crust.

When the last orbital station fell into the blood-red clouds, the entire galaxy where Coruscant was located suddenly disappeared from all star maps.

The entire planet twists in the tides of the Warp—

It no longer belongs to the real universe, but has become the "Fallen Holy Land" in the chaos realm of the "Star Wars" universe numbered "One Seven".

The Chaos God in the subspace is worried about how to effectively curb the development of the human empire in the main universe.

Khorne thirsts for blood and killing but suffers from the iron will of the Imperial warriors. Nurgle's plague is repeatedly thwarted by the purification rituals of the Inquisition. Tzeentch's schemes are restrained by the predictive abilities of Sui Yang and Sanguinius. The temptation of Slaanesh cannot withstand the ascetic discipline of the Astartes.

However, when their gazes accidentally penetrated the dimensional barrier and looked towards the distant "Star Wars" universe, the four gods roared with hunger at the same time -

The abundant tides of the Force here are exactly the fertile soil that Chaos has always dreamed of.

The Force seemed to fit perfectly with the corrosive laws of Chaos.

The kindness and mercy of the light side is a delicious weakness in the eyes of Nurgle; the anger and hatred of the dark side is the best sacrifice to Khorne.

The Jedi Knights' reliance on foreknowledge became a breeding ground for Tzeentch to spread lies; and the pursuit of pleasure by various civilizations in the galaxy had already paved the way for Slaanesh's depravity.

What’s even more “wonderful” is that this universe has no awareness of protection against subspace.

In this way, the Jedi Knights of the past would regard Force shadows as natural phenomena, and the Sith Lords could take the whispers of chaos and mistake them for their own power.

Darth Vader brought this erosion to a climax.

His broken mechanical body is an excellent canvas for Nurgle, his twenty years of pent-up rage makes Khorne salivate, his tragic fate is seen as a perfect narrative line by Tzeentch, and his hidden "split personality" gives Slaanesh an opportunity to take advantage.

When he received the blessing of the Four Gods on Coruscant, he actually became the carrier of chaos in that universe.

A living beacon that simultaneously bears the marks of the four gods.

As Darth Vader's body was reborn, the entire galaxy's Force "network" suddenly let out a painful wail as it was overwhelmed.

A warp rift opened across the sky above Coruscant, and the Chaos Daemons smelled the scent of fresh prey. Khorne's Bloodletters and Nurgle's Plaguebringers were the first to pour out of the rift, dancing in the blaster fire.

The most deadly corruption occurs at the level of the Force.

The surviving Jedi hiding in various parts of the galaxy discovered that whenever they channeled the Force, chaos runes would unconsciously appear on their fingertips;
The dark side energies of the Sith were mixed with blasphemous whispers from the Warp.

Countless neutral Force-sensitives began to witness horrific visions. Some suddenly combusted in meditation, while others were mutated into twisted psychic monsters.

At this point, the Chaos Gods have finally found prey that is more delicious than the human empire, and the tragedy of the Star Wars universe is that they don't even know they are being eaten.

This, so to speak, is Chaos Anthem: The End of Coruscant.

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Darth Vader slowly withdrew his gaze from the Warp rift. In the scarlet crack that spanned the sky, countless inhuman shapes could be vaguely seen wriggling.

The afterglow of chaotic energy cast a sickly halo on his newly born pale face. Deep in his scarlet pupils, the entire Coruscant's decline was reflected.

As he turned, his dark cloak swept across the slime-covered deck, leaving a winding trail on the severely corroded metal ground.

"Return to the flagship."

Vader's voice no longer carried the hum of mechanical breathing, but it was more chilling than before, "Notify the fleet to prepare for hyperspace travel, set the destination as Tatooine."

The pilot's distorted response came quickly from the communicator:
"Yes, Lord Vader."

The sound seemed to be squeezed out from a throat filled with pus, and each syllable was accompanied by the wet sound of bubbles bursting.

As the hatch slowly closed, the figures of Darth Vader and hundreds of elite soldiers disappeared temporarily.

The hull of the Landam-class shuttle was covered in tumor-like growths, and the engine nozzles occasionally spattered chunks of flesh with teeth.

But as it left the atmosphere, these decayed features suddenly became smooth and graceful, as if Slaanesh himself had applied a final layer of camouflage to the death vehicle.

In the void ahead, the Devastator Star Destroyer maintained the majestic silhouette of an Imperial warship, but a closer look would reveal that—

Its armor was covered with breathing blood vessels, and a huge eyeball grew at the base of the turret, greedily gazing at its returning master.

At this moment, inside the cabin of the Landam-class shuttle, Vader's fingers unconsciously stroked the lightsaber at his waist.

The weapon was no longer what it once was. Instead, there were spots of chaotic eight-pointed star light dancing in the crystal cabin, and blasphemous runes that could change their positions by themselves appeared on the metal shell.

As for going to Tatooine, it was because he sensed the "breath" of his son there.
(End of this chapter)