American comics: Enlightenment in Arkham, Ascension to Homelander.

Hearing the wolf king's howl, the other Primarchs were somewhat resentful that the wolf king had interrupted Makado.

But in the end, they were still influenced by the wolf king's talk of revenge.

Ten thousand years have passed, has any of the Primarchs present here forgotten the hatred of the past?

How can it be!

When you fight bravely until you die at the hands of Chaos and Aliens.

The Emperor will surely see your face and remember your name and courage.

Similarly, when you betray the Empire, defect to Chaos, or even cause some damage to the Empire...

The empire will not forget your betrayal either!

For the empire.

There were no sacrifices so great as to be unacceptable, and no betrayals so minor as to be forgivable.

Those who betrayed their Primarchs may have had various purposes and reasons, but the word "betrayal" alone has already determined their fate!
Guilliman immediately stood up, placed his hands on the table, and solemnly said...

"Brothers, I have spent the past ten thousand years in a static field, barely surviving."

But before I became seriously injured, I had already made some arrangements for the future.

I admit that the Astartes Grand Ceremony is something that should be flushed down the toilet; it's not something I want to keep.

Fortunately, everything I hoped for came true with the help of my friend Kaul!
In other words, in Macurag, in my world.

At this moment, there are millions of original Astartes that are stronger, healthier, and more powerful than Astartes, waiting for our allocation.

I am absolutely loyal; everything I have is part of the Empire and its power.

In order to launch our great counter-offensive as soon as possible, I am willing to allocate a million original Astartes to the legions of my brothers!

As soon as he finished speaking, Guilliman looked at the Emperor expectantly.

This time, meeting Guilliman's expectant gaze, the Emperor slightly parted his lips.

Beside him, after the newly revived Macado coughed softly, the Emperor immediately nodded as if waking from a dream, and said with a restrained smile.

“You did a good job, Guilliman.”

"Cough cough!"

Ma Xiang coughed again, and the Emperor immediately shut up. After thinking for a moment, he whispered.

"You did a very good job, my child!"

Opposite the Emperor, Guilliman, who was leaning on the table, almost fell over; the veins on his neck were about to burst!
Looking at the reserved and uncomfortable Emperor, and then at Guilliman who was overjoyed by the Emperor's praise.

Ma Xiang smiled and shook his head.

Your Majesty, it's been ten thousand years, and you still look like that socially awkward person.

It was precisely because of your social anxiety that you, before the era of the old night, refused to step forward and lead this empire.

It was precisely because of your social anxiety that you persisted in performing in musicals at every public event where you were needed, even in an era when opera was no longer popular.

In their eyes, you are so great, but in my eyes... you seem even greater.

You are not a god without emotions, never have been.

But you are willing to give up things that even the gods crave.

Meeting someone as noble as you is the proudest thing in my life.

With their minds racing, the Emperor and Ma Xiang immediately led the Primarchs to formulate a simple battle plan.

Ten thousand years had passed, and the situation between the Empire and the Warp was already clear. Even sitting on the Golden Throne, the Emperor knew everything about the Empire, so he had a plan in mind long ago.

Soon, under the Emperor's arrangement, many Primarchs left Terra together for Maclag, where they also gathered their Legions and numerous Sub-Chapters to reorganize the Legions in Maclag.

Guilliman's original Space Marines truly provided a huge boost to the military strength of their various Legions!
It's important to know that this was before the Great Rebellion, when the Astartes were at their peak.

It's unlikely that the number of these big guys will exceed two million.

Those that could be deployed to the battlefield at the same time numbered no more than 1.5 million.

But Guilliman, who was like a squirrel, along with his squirrel friends and squirrel offspring, actually managed to quietly assemble a million-strong original Astartes Legion under the watchful eyes of the Inquisition.

Although these Astartes, according to Imperial rules, had not yet begun the final few modifications, they could only be called reserves.

With such a foundation, it won't be long before the loyal Primarchs' legions can make a comeback at full strength.

Of course, the only downside is that after their comeback, the legion will inevitably have more boys who are still very much like Guilliman, but are still boys at heart.

Especially the Salamanders Chapter, everyone here is all dark-skinned, but how come all the new Astartes are so fair-skinned?

Despite various problems, the allocation and final modification of one million original Astartes were completed in just three years.

Moreover, the newly born Astartes have not only undergone Primitive Upgrade by Guilliman, but have also acquired many new mutations related to the Primarchs' adventures.

The offspring of King Corax have become more proficient in psychic abilities, which have made them better at stealth and stealth...

Are you kidding me? I, the Raven Guard, never steal!

Meanwhile, the Astartes of the Salamander Legion gradually began to glow with green light, the energy from Brother Gou Mao greatly enhancing the Salamanders' combat power.

The price they paid was that their armor became much greener.

As for the wolf king's offspring, many of them have recovered from their werewolf state, because the returning wolf king has become more rational and his bestial nature has diminished considerably.

As for the lion king's children...

Well, they are still good at keeping secrets, and they are still unhappy with the Lion King's lack of secrecy and his forgiveness of the fallen angels.

However, their dissatisfaction was useless, because it wasn't just the Lion King who was returning this time.

This time, the Emperor has returned!

However, in the last three years, the emperor has rarely appeared in front of many people.

Three years later on Terra, Downton lay on a beach chair, smiling as he held a wine glass and looked at a silent nun wearing only a headdress not far away, raising his glass to her from afar.

"Chels~"

Downton gave a flamboyant greeting, and Sister Silent immediately bowed in homage, while the Emperor walked out from behind Downton.

"Lord Downton, Lord Death, Lord Sandman, the Web Path Project has been declared a success thanks to our efforts!"

Together we improved Star Torch so that it no longer needed psionics as fuel, and we also developed the Net Path left by the ancient saints of the Eldar to its fullest extent!
The accompanying device that allows the Imperial fleet to travel through the network has also been distributed to the children and their legions who are always ready to launch expeditions!
From this day forward, the Empire will enter a completely different era, and the Empire's fleet will no longer need to rely on the warp for dangerous voyages!
Every warp voyage exposes the Empire’s weaknesses and vulnerabilities to the four of them. For countless years, the Empire has been like a sieve with holes on all sides, but from now on, the Empire is no longer a sieve!

With the help of all these great beings, the Net Path will forever sever the connection between the physical universe and the subspace!

I believe that as the empire's power ceases to increase...

Sooner or later, I will be able to make the warp belong to the warp and the empire to the empire.

Perhaps the future will be even brighter than I expect, and the Eye of Terror and the Great Rift will no longer be intractable problems plaguing the Empire from the Warp!

We will eventually counterattack!

No, we're going to counterattack now!

What belongs to the empire belongs to the empire.

"The warp... also belongs to the Empire!!!"

Thus, three years after the Emperor and nine loyal Primarchs returned, the massive counter-offensive officially began.

During these three years, while the Emperor focused on adjusting the network, Ma Xiang also thoroughly reviewed the imperial bureaucracy, including the High Lords.

Yes, not just once. From this moment on, the imperial decrees will be clear.

The power of the empire began to flourish from this moment on.

The Emperors and Primarchs are increasingly active on the front lines as they draw ever closer to the Warp.

Downton, Death, and others travel back and forth between the Warhammer and DC universes trying to solve the problem of delirium; who knows how many centuries it will take to end.

And so, a full eight hundred years passed.

With the help of Downton and his two companions, and through the valiant efforts of numerous mortal armies and the Astartes Legion, the Empire finally achieved its ultimate victory over the warp!
At the end of the battle, Downton's three members each took on one enemy, while the Emperor faced off against Khorne.

The four of them managed to beat the four Chaos Vendors into little pets wagging their tails and wagging their butts!
In these eight hundred years, the DC universe where Downton first arrived has lost too many things and too many familiar people as time has passed.

So much so that in his eightieth year, Downton, along with a series of friends who had extended their lives in various ways, collectively switched to another timeline in the newly unfolding DC universe.

Subsequently, Downton, together with Lex and others, formed a true Allied Forces, establishing a headquarters and living quarters in the cracks of countless DC universes, in a place beyond time and space.

Time is the most ruthless blade, cutting away too many things.

However, Downton didn't feel any regret, after all, during his eight hundred years of waiting in the Warhammer universe, he also managed to complete all the universes he had experienced at least once.

Aside from worlds like Black Myth, where everyone lives to be a hundred years old, Downton really doesn't have many friends in other worlds.

But Downton will never lack new friends, will it?

His carefree and optimistic nature won't be easily defeated by time, just like a centenarian still enjoys looking at beautiful women.

Of course, after hundreds of years, Downton Abbey has long been overused.

But even if he gets tired of it, it doesn't stop him from appreciating it, right?
In short, after eight hundred years of effort, the Warhammer universe has been completely transformed.

The arrival and assistance of Downton and his companions not only altered the original ecosystem of the Warhammer universe, but also tampered with and disrupted the so-called most fundamental core of the warp, the Chaos Octagon.

Until the conflict between the Emperor and the Warp came to an end, and until the fate of the Warhammer universe finally ended with a temporary victory for humanity.

Until the script of this universe is no longer manipulated by someone sitting behind this world.

The figure that Downton had been eagerly anticipating finally emerged reluctantly from some corner outside the world, somewhat dissatisfied.

At this very moment, in the sacred temple atop the highest mountain in the Himalayas of Holy Terra in the Warhammer universe.

The three Downtons crossed their arms and stared expressionlessly at the little girl with brightly colored hair.

The girl looked only fifteen or sixteen years old. Who else could she be but delirium?

Or just fun!
Faced with the menacing gazes of his three siblings, Huanle spread his hands with a bitter expression and said...

"Don't look at me like that. What else can I do? Warhammer is so much fun. I was just wandering on the edge of the Garden of Fate when I accidentally let my footprints evolve into this world, and then I was drawn to it."

As you know, the reason I wandered outside the Garden of Destiny was because I wasn't in a good mood. After suddenly stepping into such a fun world, I couldn't help but become a little addicted.

I swear, I never intended to become delirious and insane. I designed the Chaos Octagon according to the most truthful, good, and beautiful ideals!
Khorne was initially courage, Tzeentch was initially wisdom, Nurgle was initially vitality, and Slaanesh was initially love.

Even the emperor is not about darkness and destruction, but about hope and pursuit.

God knows how they changed their ways. They're all a part of me, so I... inevitably got a little affected...

I admit, I've really gone a bit overboard with my internet addiction this time. It's ruined the DC universe, turning each universe into a dark and bleak place, nothing like the happy and family-friendly Marvel universe. It's all my fault!

There are older brothers and sisters, and the youngest brother, cough cough...

"Hey, since you've already beaten up the Four Chaos Vendors, you can't beat me up, okay?"

And so, Miss Joy, who had consumed over eight hundred years of Downton's life, was finally returned to their DC Universe after being thoroughly beaten up by Downton's trio.

Unfortunately, upon his return, the DC universe that Downton was familiar with had already changed.

Waving goodbye to the three of them who were already used to this kind of joyful conversation that often spanned hundreds of years, Downton opened his arms and went to the Human Union headquarters that he had built in the last eight hundred years.

The moment he stepped into headquarters, the intelligent program sent a notification to every old friend of Downton.

A moment later, Downton walked into the headquarters building and went to his top-floor office.

A mechanical-looking guy with an antenna that kept flashing electric arcs came up to Downton and laughed.

"You look good. It seems the problem that has troubled you for over eight hundred years has been solved."

"Yeah, it's solved. Damn it, that was too much trouble. I've already finished Warhammer!"

"Wow, that's great, but believe me, our own world is interesting enough."

Come quick! We've just discovered a brand new DC Universe storyline, and the plot is so hilarious that even Bruce Wayne and the Joker are finding it a bit ridiculous!

As they spoke, the mechanical Lex led Downton out of the Human Union headquarters, traveling by a hovercraft, passing countless people from the New Worlds that Downton had contacted over the past eight hundred years, and finally arriving at the New World Observer that Lex had mentioned.

When Downton arrived, all 20,000-plus Bruces in front of the World Observer turned to look at him.

Meeting the more than 40,000 equally indifferent eyes, Downton instinctively swallowed and gave a wry smile.

"Don't fucking look at me like that, it's kind of creepy, buddies!"

"Yeah."×20000
After 20,000 Bruces answered in unison, one of them came to Downton, while the rest continued their recording.

Bruce pointed to the screen closest to Downton and said...

“Look here, Tang.”

"I'm watching."

Downton looked at the screen and immediately saw a young Bruce slipping on the stairs as he went down.

Boom!
Bruce's head slammed heavily to the ground; his death wasn't gruesome, but rather somewhat comical.

And after the Batman of this universe died because of something as trivial as cunning, the Joker of this world also completely broke down.

Without Batman, the Joker's life lost its fun. A few years later, the Joker actually gave up his supervillain career and went to work in a factory as a slave to capitalists!

Well, now the cows and horses have really become clowns!

In an instant, Downton's laughter could no longer be contained.

Bruce continued his remarks.

"As you can see, yet another world has lost its core and roots."

To prevent this world from being laid off due to the disappearance of its core, and to avoid the billions of lives in that world vanishing with the passing of a mere mere me, I must...

Therefore, I decided to send my clone to another location to continue serving as the core of the world.

Of course, if you feel I've been meddling in too much of the world lately, we can send a Clark over there.

In the past, we have collected more than 8,000 Clark figures in various forms from the ruins of countless worlds.

I believe they can be of use in maintaining global stability!

As soon as he finished speaking, Bruce, with the same resolute expression as he had eight hundred years ago, stared intently at Downton.

In response to Bruce's suggestion, Downton simply shook his head and smiled.

"Bruce, why is it that when you come up with a solution to a problem, you always end up throwing yourself or Clark at the problem?"
Don't forget, the big job I was working on is finished!

So why don't we just throw me into that comedic world where Batman accidentally falls to his death and the Joker ends up in a factory?
That world will like me, just as I've started laughing at the whole world!
Although I have just finished a strategy game that lasted for eight hundred years.

But you know.

I will not stop.

(The Finale) (End of Chapter)