I'm in Warhammer, I just want to grow mushrooms

Chapter 345 The Emperor's Boy
"The third treasure of the ancient sages?"

Ulger scratched his head, then squeezed the festering sore on his scalp with his fingertip, and with a "plop," a thick spurt of fluid gushed out, forming a magnificent fountain of slurry.

Although he didn't particularly like junk, after fusing his own junk power, he became more than ten times stronger than before.

But who would refuse an additional source of power?

The ancient sage's third treasure must be incredibly cool; I absolutely have to see it for myself.

"Okay, I'll go take a look. I'll challenge the weasel and see just how big this golden guy really is."

Ulger pulled out an enlarged version of the Noisy Box and started yelling and screaming.

All the Chaos Orc fleets belonging to Urg set off for Terra at the same time.

A few days later, the Chaos Orcs began to arrive in the small star system where Terra was located.

Ulgoor's fleet was close to Terra itself and was one of the first fleets to arrive.

Based on the principle that "orcs hate shrimp," Urg played his trump card from the start.

"Hey you, and you whoever else, drag out all of our junk and launch them out."

"Boss, those damn big bombs are way more powerful than those whirlwind torpedoes. We have 30,000 of them. Shall we launch them all?"

"Nonsense! Didn't you hear what I said?!" Ulger grabbed the Chief Tech Master, glaring at his tiny, bean-like eyes, and shouted:

"Go launch those junk bombs! I'm going to spray the entire galaxy with their poison gas! Hurry! And the fleets coming from behind, don't do anything else for now, launch all of my dad's bombs first! Then we'll fight the shrimp! Got it?"

"Yes, yes, boss!"

Techie was thrown out and landed on the ground with a thud. Luckily, the rocket boots provided cushioning, preventing it from dying from the fall.

Moments later, the Chaos Orc ships near Terra dispersed, not engaging the fleets of the Sharp-Beaked Boy, Shrimp Soldiers, and Oil Guys, focusing instead on launching their massive bombs.

In just half an hour, several natural celestial bodies and dozens of man-made space entities within the Terra system were enveloped by the rotten thing's booming psionic light.

Casting the world, large logistics space stations, large military fortresses, large airports...

All spatial entities large enough to be enveloped by at least one massive bomb were subjected to the baptism of the Chaos Orcs.

Chaos, look closely, this is the right way to besiege Terra!

Compared to the chaos orcs, the scale of Horus's rebellion was nothing more than children playing house!

What? If we use heavy bombing, won't we be unable to eat the shrimp's corpses and souls?
Please.

The Milky Way is so vast, yet the population of the Terra galaxy is only one percent of the total population.

Once we've conquered Terra, wiped out the yellow weasels, and eliminated the elite fighting force of the shrimp, the remaining 99% of the population will be like a buffet, available for anyone to take as they please.

Chaos wouldn't even know this, would it? No way, no way.

"Boss, there's some bastard named Horus who wants to challenge you."

The noisy box made a sound.

Ulger withdrew his gaze from the spectacular bombing scene, picked up the box, and asked:
"What is the origin of this Horus?"

"He claims to be the War General of the Shrimp Empire, second in combat power within the empire, and he wants to duel you one-on-one. If he wins, we'll stop bombing Terra."

“What if he loses?” Ulger asked.

"Uh... he didn't mention that."

Ulger twitched the corner of his mouth, as if amused by the shrimp's wicked humor:
“Tell Horus that if he loses, I will eat him!”

“Okay, boss.” Noisy Box paused for a moment. “Boss, he agreed. He said to wait for us in the near-ground orbit above Terra Palace, and he will teleport to our ship to duel you.”

"Great, this shrimp has guts!"

The Wolfblade departed from the ravaged moon and traveled at near-light speed to arrive directly above Terra Palace, approximately 310 kilometers above the ground.

Looking down at the ground from this height, Ulger was somewhat dissatisfied.

It has dropped the most bombs on this planet, but this golden Terra Palace is like a stubborn plaster, impossible to destroy no matter how many times it's bombed, which is really annoying this Beast King.

"I'm figuring out that once I crush that weasel's head, the shield protecting the Terran Palace will disappear. Then I'll personally launch a massive bomb and blow this place up!"

Ulger was excitedly daydreaming when he suddenly felt a strong electromagnetic wave coming from behind him.

Looking back, an electromagnetic storm appeared on the open ground, and several figures boarded the "Wolf Blade" through the teleportation device attached to the Terminator armor.

The leader was a bald man with a resolute face and a burly build, with a gleaming gold wolf skin draped over his shoulders.

He was accompanied by several other shrimp wearing shiny armor, who also appeared to be Primarchs or something similar.

"Fine, Horus. You wanted to fight me, and I agreed. I even opened my shield to let you teleport in, and you actually brought a few lackeys with you?"

Ulger looked down at Horus and the others, who only reached his ankles, and let out a thunderous laugh:
"Hahaha! Great! There's not enough for me by myself, but with so many people, I can have a proper meal! Wahahahaha!"

The powerful sound waves spread outwards like the shockwave of a nuclear explosion, and the floor, ceiling, and walls all vibrated with the laughter.

Several Primarchs covered their ears in pain, staring dumbfounded at the colossal creature that was at least fifty meters tall.

Is that an orc?!

The intelligence report says that Urge is about 20 meters tall!
That's twenty meters?!

What idiot wrote this intelligence report? How could it be so outrageous?!
"Gentlemen, I know this battle will be difficult, but we must face this alien together," Horus shouted into the internal communication channel.
"Terra is right behind us! We must defend it and protect our Emperor! Buy him enough time to suppress the Web Path Demons! In this battle, we don't need to defeat Urg; as long as we hold out long enough, Emperor will surely come to our rescue! Kill!!"

Horus roared and charged forward, swinging his giant axe at Ulgh's ankle.

This ferocious strike was powerful enough to cleave the adamantite shield in two, but it only made a clang and sent sparks flying.

Perturab, Chagatai Khan, Felus Manus, Motalian, and Vulgan, who accompanied Horus, followed in his footsteps and moved around Urg.

Ulger remained unmoved, a smirk playing on his lips, his eyes brimming with mockery.
"Interesting shrimp, I'll have some fun with you guys~"

The footage of the battle was transmitted to Terra Palace via a combat recorder.

On the golden throne, the God-Emperor closed his eyes, channeling his spiritual energy to protect the golden gate and resist the surging tide of demons.

The network space where Karata was located had been completely overrun. Beyond the golden gate lay the vast and unpredictable subspace.

Every second, hundreds of billions of demons are frantically attacking the golden gate.

The God-Emperor must exert all his strength to keep the demons at bay.

Suddenly, the Emperor's body began to convulse, with two completely different forces surging within it.

With a flash of golden light, the golden figure symbolizing the power of the God Emperor was forcibly expelled from the body.

The body on the throne was once again in the emperor's hands.

The Divine Emperor said:
Do not resist my power.

The Emperor said:
"Use your power in your own time."

The Divine Emperor said:
"The Eldar want to destroy your hopes for the future, plunge you into despair, and make you a vessel for the Dark Lord."

The Emperor said:
“I know. Compared to me, aren’t you more suitable to be the vessel of the Dark Lord? The Great Rift has split the human empire in two, with more than half of its population and territory permanently residing in the Dark Side of the empire. You’ve gone to such lengths to interfere with my era, isn’t it just to use the resources here to enrich your own? How is your approach any different from that of the Eldar?”

The Divine Emperor said:
"The difference is that by borrowing my power, you will not become a vessel for the Dark Lord, and you will not have to follow in my footsteps."

The Emperor said:
“I am ready to become a vessel. I will cooperate with the Eldar to seal the Dark Lord and perish along with this universe. As a result, you will lose the humanity of the Rebellion era and become closer to the true god.”

The Divine Emperor asked:
Are you sure you're prepared for this?

The Emperor said:
"Yes."

The Divine Emperor nodded:

"Then let's begin."

The God-Emperor walked to the throne, and the Emperor rose from the throne.

The God-Emperor sat on the throne, taking the place of the Emperor to suppress the Golden Gate.

The emperor's withered figure became robust, and golden armor covered his body, restoring his image as a middle-aged man in golden armor.

The two emperors (god emperors) from different eras exchanged a glance and nodded to each other. The emperor's figure flashed, and the next second he appeared beside the throne of the "Wolf Blade".

Perturabo was split vertically in two and impaled on the iron thorns behind the throne of the Chaos Beast King.

Chagatai Khan's head was hanging on the front of a green motorcycle.

All that remains of Felus Manus is a section of metal spine that he can no longer bite.

The chunks of Mortarion's flesh tumbled in the crucible.

Vulcan hung on the barbecue grill, and the fart-like man sliced ​​off pieces of flesh from his abdomen to make barbecue.

Horus was the most tragic.

The Chaos Beast King skinned him to use as a cushion, extracted his bones to make decorations, and threw the rest into a meat grinder to grind into meat patties.

When the Emperor arrived, Urg held a hamburger made with Horus and Vulcan, with a mushroom soup with floating Mortarion heads beside him.

"Oh~ Weasel, you've finally arrived." Ulger finished his hamburger in a few bites, then downed the bowl in one gulp, standing up with a loud, booming burp:
"Come on, let's start fighting."

Urge rubbed his hands together excitedly and stepped down from the throne with heavy steps.

The emperor's gaze fell upon his shattered offspring, and sorrow welled in his eyes:
“Urg, I should have killed you the first time I found you.”

"Oh ho, that's a real shame. You can't take me down now. You'll regret it even more later." Without saying another word, Ulger threw a punch that pressed down on the weasel like a low mountain.

"boom!"

The giant iron fist slammed into the floor, and spiderweb-like cracks spread everywhere. The ceramic steel floor was blasted into a dent with a diameter of more than three meters by this punch.

The Emperor flashed to a height of 100 meters, looking down at Urg below.

Golden lightning condensed in his palm.

Before the lightning could strike, Urg raised his hands high, making a tearing motion with them.

“Sizzle————”

The psionic readings surged, and Ulgrik used his telekinesis to tear apart the air around the Emperor, creating a vacuum space of absolute zero.

The golden lightning became unstable, and arcs of electricity ripped out uncontrollably from between the fingers.

The Emperor waved his hand and unleashed a bolt of lightning. The golden lightning bolt instantly arrived in front of Urg, but was blocked by a void shield that appeared out of nowhere.

"Haha! Weasel, you can't hurt me!" Ulger laughed contemptuously, clapped his hands above his head, clenched his fists, and then pulled down hard.

Alpha-level telekinesis hooked onto the vacuum cage, and the Emperor was the bird in that cage.

As Ulger moved, the vacuum cage carrying the Emperor hurtled toward the ground.

Ulger swung his elbow and punch, his hard fist aimed at the Emperor who was descending from the sky.

The emperor struggled inside the vacuum cage, only to be shocked to find that even with all his power, he could not escape.

"boom!"

"puff!"

The golden figure collided with Ulger's fist, and a circular shockwave spread outward, creating cracks on the distant wall.

The Emperor unleashed a thick cloud of blood mist from his fist, sending him flying backward at an even greater speed than he had come from.

"Haha! So this is all the Emperor of Shrimp has! I should have come and chopped you down a long time ago!"

Ulger clasped his hands together again and pulled hard.

The vacuum cage locked the Emperor, enveloping his fist as it rammed into Ulger once more.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The emperor was repeatedly pounded by Urg like a sandbag.

His body quickly withered, his bones broke inch by inch, and his muscles were crushed into mud by the immense force.

"boom!"

Ulger threw a heavy punch, sending the Emperor flying, and used his telekinesis to bring him back, while simultaneously opening his mouth wide.

"Gudong!"

The Emperor was devoured by Urg in one bite, falling into Urg's stomach without any resistance.

"Haha, I wonder how much strength eating raw wampee will give me."

Ulgri walked toward the throne, but before he had taken more than a few steps, he suddenly felt an extremely dangerous psionic energy brewing within his body.

Ulger stopped walking and clutched his stomach.

Black mist spewed from its mouth, nostrils, and ears, and after a few seconds, black mist began to spray from the pores all over its body.

A few seconds later, Urg expanded rapidly, his muscles and skin being torn apart by black light waves.

"Oh no... I have an upset stomach."

Ulger let out a mournful cry, and then exploded with a loud bang.

Blood and bits of flesh rained down everywhere. The kid and the fart on the ground were crushed into dust by the shockwave. Wind-cutting lines spread outwards from the ground, and the walls and ceiling of the hall bulged outwards like balloons.

A black sun rose slowly near the throne, and an aura of death and destruction permeated the air.

The black sun expanded in circles, as if it were about to devour everything.

At this moment, the power of the Divine Emperor descended, and the cold, golden light transformed into countless threads that firmly bound the black sun and caused it to contract inward.

A few seconds later, the black sun and the golden light disappeared, and the emperor's figure transformed from illusion to reality, falling to the ground in a disheveled state.

He braced himself on the ground with his hands, breathing heavily, his face contorted in agony.

Hurry up, stand up, return to Terra Palace, sit on the throne, suppress the golden gate, and use the static field and Eldar rituals to seal the will of the Dark Lord within you!

The emperor struggled to his feet and was about to cast a teleportation spell when a green phantom appeared out of thin air in front of him.

The green phantom stretched out its right arm, piercing the emperor's chest cavity like lightning, grabbing his heart, and squeezing it hard.

The spurting juices and blood were absorbed by the green phantom without leaving a single drop.

"Analyze, transform..."

The green phantom murmured.

The emperor stared at the other party in astonishment.

"Transformation, cohesion..."

"Unite, Reshape..."

"Reshape, replace..."

The green phantom gradually transformed into the form of an emperor, a sinister smile appearing on his lips:

"Weasel, your throne, your empire, and the will of the Dark Lord within you, all belong to me. Rest in peace. I will reshape the Warhammer world."

The green phantom clenched its right hand, and the Emperor exploded from the inside out. The black sun within the Emperor's body emerged, but was grabbed by the green phantom and pressed into its chest.

The green phantom transformed into the form of an emperor, carrying the will of the Dark King, and teleported back to the Golden Throne, where it encountered the God Emperor and Flower Sprout staring at it.

"Get out of my way, you false emperor! From this moment on, I am the ruler of humanity. And you ants who believe in the way of fate, go back to being the dogs of the ancient saints and don't interfere in my affairs."

The green phantom reached out with both hands and gently grasped.

The God Emperor on the throne and the bean sprout flower, who was already prepared for self-sacrifice, were crushed by the green phantom, turning into dust particles that scattered and fell in all directions, powerless to resist.

A green phantom sat down on the throne, activating a static force field, becoming an eternal sculpture.

Although he presented himself as an emperor, the details of his face were quite similar to Li Nuo's true appearance.

(End of this chapter)