Bronze door through time and space

Chapter 918 The Hundred Years' War
With the fates of the four evil gods—No-Brainer, Unhappy, Loudmouth, Twisted Man, and the Warp God—Yan Xu also summoned the two Primarchs. At the same time, the Emperor bestowed his power upon the two, which can be regarded as a statement of his attitude.

The simultaneous manifestation of the Emperor and Yan Xu, and the divine power that merged with theirs, made the Space Marines and nuns present realize that the Emperor's relationship with the Cat God was closer than they had imagined. Although they didn't know what had happened, offering their faith was the right thing to do.

The already terrifyingly powerful Green Dam unleashed its supreme divine power, capable of shattering the void with a single punch. The earth was torn apart, the clouds were broken, and the entire planet trembled. Angron and Mortarion were literally beaten to the point of near death, which enraged Khorne to the point that he almost personally intervened. Even Nurgle frowned, a rare occurrence for him.

Benedictine, at the pinnacle of wisdom, was not so violent. With a few clever tricks, she manipulated Magnus and Forgrim, making the two demons feel like they were in heaven, but they could never escape the layers of cunning she had woven. This left the Great Bluebird speechless. He was so smart, yet he had chosen a fool as his chosen one. Only Slaanesh seemed indifferent.

However, as if sensing something, Big Bluebird frowned and pulled the other three into a small group chat.

“Something’s not right. The future has changed,” Tzeentch said with a hint of anxiety, but no one knew whether he was genuinely anxious or just pretending.

"Heh, the future isn't always changing." Slaanesh had no interest in the war; she was just here for the fun of it, so she said casually. Meanwhile, the background noise of popping and slapping never stopped from the beginning, showing how busy she was, the kind of person who was constantly fiddling with things.

“This time it’s different. Before, everything changed in our favor, even darkness. But now it’s all nothingness.” Tzeentch’s tone grew increasingly impatient. He hated talking to idiots, but unfortunately, all three of them were idiots: one who could only chop, one who could only bang, and one who could only boil. How could he win with teammates like that?
"Could it be the Emperor?" Slaanesh suddenly became interested, and the background music became more and more intense. If it was an eight-cylinder piston engine before, it was now like several high-speed trains repeatedly entering and exiting the tunnel, with a deafening roar.

"It's not that guy. As long as he doesn't abandon his human weakness, he'll never be my match, he won't even be able to stand up," Khorne joined the conversation at some point, saying with a cold laugh.

In fact, they all knew who had changed the future, because only that person had such power.

“We can’t delay any longer,” said the mature and steady Nurgle.

“Stop the infighting and accelerate our plans,” Tzeentch said.

"Then let's begin with this battle."

Khorne grew increasingly fond of Green Dam and his Hulk army. Unwilling to give them up, he repeatedly resurrected Butcher's Nails, forcing them into battle. Then Green Dam punched him in the face, the powerful impact causing his rusty hair to explode and Butcher's Nails to pop out.

Without the Butcher's Nail, Angron immediately wilted, but then, under Khorne's divine power, the Butcher's Nail was inserted again, and he immediately became hard again. This happened repeatedly, and Angron became increasingly stupid, his brains seemingly regenerating hundreds of times.

This battle lasted for a hundred years, with countless planets becoming battlegrounds, during which all sides invested massive amounts of troops and resources.

The Empire's response was slow, but with the Mysterious Goddess Mother acting as a communication base station and transportation dispatcher, and the Emperor's divine intervention, it immediately began operating with unprecedented efficiency, mobilizing hundreds of millions of Astral Army soldiers and a large number of warbands to the battlefield.

The fastest of them all was the Blood Ravens, but it's one thing to have an empty cabin, but to be completely empty-handed and not even wearing power armor is a bit much.

The Crying Man, who was resting, was probably seeing such a shameless person for the first time. But thinking about his new warship, new equipment, and new... well, he had no right to criticize the other party.

Despite the help of the treacherous goddess Buddha Mother, which greatly improved the empire's efficiency, the already corrupt empire itself clearly could not independently support this unprecedented century-long war.

It's not that we're truly lacking resources and supplies, but rather that it will take a long time to mobilize them.

It is important to understand that the empire first needs to collect tithes from its vast territory, and then transport these resources to foundries around the world to be transformed into equipment that can be used in battle.

This process was lengthy and complex; any delay in any link would affect the supply of materials to the front lines, making it impossible for the Empire to move quickly. Fortunately, Yan Xu had already made preparations in advance. The Type-Moon Three Thousand Worlds were pocket universes capable of isolating warp invasions, and their internal development was completely unaffected by warp chaos energy, maintaining stability and order at all times.

The resources of a single pocket universe might not be enough to supply the entire vast empire, but they would be more than sufficient to support a large-scale battle.

Therefore, all imperial troops that arrived on the battlefield received ample supplies.

The arriving Astragalus forces acquired more heavy weapons, including large-scale armored units and military rations that could be considered food.

For the Astragalus soldiers, who had just endured a long and arduous warp voyage and were already exhausted, these supplies were a godsend, instantly boosting their morale to a level that even the political commissar applauded.

Unfortunately, although they are elite Astral Army soldiers, their treatment and conditions are only at the level of being poor, far from being good.

The Space Marine Chapters also benefited greatly, with power armor, Terminators, and Dreadnoughts. While it's not guaranteed that there will be enough, it's certainly enough to keep the Chapters at full strength, and there's even a limited supply of Poisonblade and Warhound-class Titans.

These powerful weapons, which previously existed only in legends, are now in the hands of the Space Marines, giving the entire chapter a qualitative leap in combat power.

What they found most unbelievable was that even if something was damaged, it would be replaced in a timely manner.

To be honest, I want to cry.

Seeing an opportunity to gain an advantage, the empire seized the chance to expand its army, taking out its reserves of gene seeds and launching ten new regiments in one go. As for equipment, they would get it when they arrived; as for training, they would get it when they arrived; and they even traveled by merchant ship.

The four evil gods originally intended to turn this place into a smaller version of the Eye of Terror, constantly depleting the empire's strength and resources through continuous war and chaos, causing the empire to gradually collapse amidst endless bloodshed and sacrifice.

But to their utter surprise, this war actually gave the empire a chance to breathe, allowing it to replenish a large amount of equipment and troops, and also take the opportunity to expand its army, thus increasing its strength instead of decreasing it.

After the Hundred Years' War ended, almost every chapter of the Empire took turns coming to "check in." When they left, they were at full strength, their equipment brand new, and for the first time, their warehouses were not enough. Then, they looked back at the battlefield with regret, silently gave the Eagle Salute in the direction of the two legions, and then embarked on their journey to another battlefield.

Billions of more elite Astronauts dispersed, each heading to where they were needed. Meanwhile, a large number of retired Astronauts remained behind, becoming the seeds of this nearly devastated starfield, to re-nurturing a civilization belonging to humanity.

It was from this point on that the empire seemed to have a turning point.

With the protection of the Spectral Goddess in the Warp, the Emperor can focus more on the Empire. Although he cannot save it, he can plant more seeds of hope.

The Warhammer world is destined to be destroyed, but this is a conceptual cycle that ordinary people cannot perceive. In fact, apart from a very few, no one knows that they will be reborn. Therefore, the more hope is planted, the better the world will be after the cycle of rebirth.

Yan Xu didn't want the world he created to be a cesspool. He had had enough of all sorts of bizarre worlds and was eager to create a perfect one.

But they don't realize that even the laws of nature have flaws, and God created Heaven and Hell; where does perfection come from?

(End of this chapter)