Warhammer: Open the door! Human League players!

Chapter 138 My foolish younger brother!

"If the fleet goes this way, won't it be ambushed?"

"This looks like a trap!"

"What do you mean by 'like'? It means a trap!"

During this period, despite repeated attacks, players from the Human Alliance have been constantly moving between fleets to provide continuous rescue, which has earned them the favor of many warbands, and some warbands have even become honored guests.

Players familiar with the Warhammer storyline have been discussing it extensively, with some even sharing information with their allied warbands in an attempt to change the course of the story.

The Weeping Legion looked at the player with some confusion, drooling.

"You mean, there might be an ambush there?"

"Of course."

"That's strange. You're clearly an AI, so why do you have the same emotions as humans?"

In numerous battles, some factions have realized that these android players are essentially robots.

But the drooling reply sent a shiver down Frost's spine.

"We were originally human beings, but our bodies were destroyed by the self-destruction of the Galen."

"Body, destroyed, Iron Man... Save humanity, for humanity..."

Wait, something's not right!

"Could it be that all the Iron Men are essentially human beings who once sacrificed themselves?"

"Something similar to the Dreadnought?"

This speculation made Forros clench his fists; he seemed to have discovered a blind spot.

"No wonder, no wonder the Federation of People's Associations trusts the Iron Men so much, no wonder these Iron Men have human thoughts and emotions."

"No wonder!"

The fleet eventually followed the navigation beacon to a gate in the net.

Because Iron Man was leaking spoilers everywhere, even the slowest-witted members of the Empire's high command caught on.

These Iron Man's guesses are very likely true.

Therefore, both the Empire and the Eldar actively requested in-depth testing before crossing the gates of the network.

The Eldar prophet examined the entire royal gate meticulously, his face full of surprise, and said in a deep voice, "Our tests confirm that this is indeed the royal gate leading to Terra."

The Great Sage Caul of the Imperial Mechanicus and the Living Saint Celestine also detected the network from their respective directions.

Their main focus is on whether the internet has been desecrated by the evil of chaos.

Nothing unusual!

"If there are no loopholes, could it be a trap?"

The question left everyone speechless, a layer of doubt settling over their faces. Just then, Guilliman commanded with unwavering certainty: "Open the gates to the network."

The accompanying players immediately began to murmur amongst themselves, filled with confusion: "Isn't this just a trap set by Magnus to ambush Guilliman? Why insist on opening it?"

"It's a game after all, so you have to follow the storyline!"

Players are unaware of the higher-ups' considerations; only a few people understand the significance of doing so.

As the gate to the net passage slowly opened, thick dimensional energy, carrying fine dust particles, surged and dispersed. The main fleet of the empire was the first to sail out of the net passage, followed by four hundred warships of various types.

There are too many of these warships; it will take some time for them to cross the subspace.

When the fleet reached halfway through the network, the surrounding space was filled with demonic warships burning with evil psionic flames and covered in twisted fleshy plates.

These are clearly evil creations, and must have been sent specifically to ambush Guilliman's fleet.

The Chaos Fleet lying in ambush here numbered three hundred ships. In terms of sheer numbers, it did not have an overwhelming advantage over the Imperial Fleet under Guilliman's command. However, it had the advantage of being well-rested and waiting for the enemy to tire themselves out. All of its cannons were already fully charged, and thick warp energy surged from their muzzles. It was just waiting for the order to deliver a devastating blow to the Imperial Fleet.

At that moment, a huge phantom appeared in the Net Path space. The phantom was a red cyclops.

The Crimson King, Tzeentch's personal demon prince, the Primarch of the Fifteenth Legion's Thousand Words, the strongest psionic wizard in the entire universe, the King of Spells!

Magnus projected his own image onto the fleet using a psionic spell.

Evelyn said, her face pale, "It's Magnus!"

Magnus, the strongest psionicist, possesses abilities that crush Eldar, making him one of the beings Evelynn least wants to encounter.

If, in the eyes of the Eldar, Forgrim, who worships Slaanesh, is a mechanism, then Magnus is purely a psionic numerical value.

"Our senses are not wrong. The aura emanating from this Webgate is almost identical to that of the gate to the Holy Terra as recorded in our Eldar's ancient texts. There is no obvious difference at all. And the one who caused all this is none other than your Empire's traitorous Primarch, Magnus."

"Looking across the entire universe, aside from those who have already ascended to godhood or are climbing the ladder of godhood, he is the most powerful psychic. With his psychic abilities, coupled with the chaotic divine power of the Lord of All Changes, he is fully capable of distorting reality and causing spatial distortions."

Everything fits together now.

Magnus let out a mocking laugh and said, "My foolish brother, you've fallen into my trap again. Ever since Forgrim first took your victory, you've been trapped in it."

"You did it? That psionic spell that divided the battlefield?" Guilliman's gaze was fixed on Magnus.

He never really liked Magnus's psionic powers.

Magnus's lips curled into a slight smile: "That was the first gift I ever gave you, what do you think?"

"The fleet lost contact, chaos raged, the Primarch perished—what a perfect story."

"All you have left are shadows and nonsense, Magnus!" Feralus stood to Guilliman's side, speaking as the Primarch, his icy gaze fixed on Magnus.

"Oh, look who this is, Felus, my other foolish brother."

"Looks like you're in luck! You're still so stubborn, even with your flaws!" Magnus could tell at a glance that Feralus's essence was flawed, possessing only a small portion of the Primarch's essence.

Feralus clenched his fists and roared at Magnus, "You bastard, dare to come out and fight me one-on-one?"

"What a brainless idiot."

"I really didn't expect that you could escape from Fogrim's clutches."

"However, it's all the same; the war will end here!"

Without any declaration of war, just as they crossed the boundary between warp and reality, the Chaos Fleet suddenly unleashed a barrage of fire!

Blinding, distorted light spears tore through the darkness, plasma explosives carrying warp-like contaminant energy roared out, fel torpedoes and blazing flames intertwined to form an impenetrable barrage of fire, deafening roars echoed throughout the entire airspace, the intense light of the explosions blinded people, and the violent shockwaves seemed poised to crush the entire airspace. The overwhelming onslaught slammed down on the fleet projection emerging from the gate, as if it would turn it into cosmic dust in the next second.

An extremely bizarre scene unfolded: the fierce cannon fire, powerful enough to tear apart Imperial battleships, and the explosive shockwaves that devoured everything, passed straight through the projected ship's hull and shields as if piercing through a phantom, leaving no bullet marks and causing no tremors whatsoever; all the cannon fire simply missed and dissipated.

Despite the Chaos forces' full-force bombardment, the fleet remained completely intact and unaffected. This sudden turn of events caught the Chaos fleet, which was poised to launch its attack, completely off guard, and the Tzeentch followers in the command center were thrown into unprecedented panic.

All the expressions of fear on the faces of those in the fleet vanished in an instant amidst the distorted illusion.

Only then did the Chaos Demons realize that their ambush had failed.

"No! This is all an illusion!" Magnus's face instantly turned grim.

He never imagined that someone would deceive him, the strongest psychic currently in existence.

"It seems you're nothing special, Magnus!"

The demons screamed, the Thousand Words roared: "Impossible! We serve the Lord of Change, how could we be so easily deceived!"

"Great Demon Prince, Great Lord of Change, have you abandoned us?"

Compared to being attacked, having one's proud abilities subjected to a dimensional attack by others is more likely to destroy the faith of these believers in a Lord of Ever-Changing Beliefs.

The holographic projection system is built with cutting-edge technology from the Human Alliance. This projection system is extremely precise, and the outline of each starship, the texture of its gilded armor, the flames of its propulsion, and even the imperial insignia and the fine scratches on the hull are infinitely close to reality. The naked eye and conventional detection methods cannot distinguish them at all. The only essential difference is that it is a virtual light and shadow, which cannot be locked onto by any attack and will not be damaged in the slightest.

Guilliman stared at the scene before him, deeply shaken, his gaze towards the Human Alliance filled with disbelief. He never imagined that the Human Alliance possessed such advanced technology, enough to perfectly deceive the followers of the ever-changing Lord Mo.

If other Chaos Demons were deceived by the projection, it would be understandable. Nurgle was lazy, Khorne was brain-dead, and Slaanesh was stupid. These could all be influenced by the projection because they themselves do not have much ability in this regard.

"Tzeentch got tricked, that's hilarious!" Players are the ones who can best understand this inexplicable sense of satisfaction.

It should be known that the Lord of All Changes is the supreme being who controls illusions and illusions. As the most outstanding illusion master in the entire universe, he is proficient in various mental manipulations and the spiritual power to create illusions. His followers are all well-versed in trickery and illusions, and everyone has the ability to construct illusions. They have always used these methods to scheme against various forces and have been invincible in various strategic battles.

But now, these Tzeentch followers, skilled in illusion, are being easily manipulated by the Human Alliance's technology. Isn't that the greatest fun?

Just as the chaotic fire subsided and the void briefly returned to calm, a spatial anchor flickered incessantly in the air.

"Neutron Annihilation, Initiate!"

The neutron annihilation weapon from the Human Alliance was suddenly activated. A violent stream of photons and neutrons swept across the entire space, creating a powerful disruption and impact on the surrounding airspace. These high-energy neutron streams instantly pierced through the hull of the Chaos warships, destroying all the crew members on board. With just this one strike, all three hundred Chaos fleets were wiped out.

More than three hundred wrecked warships floated silently in the subspace. Apart from the hard steel frame that barely survived, most of the materials of the ships had been permanently damaged by the neutron jets, leaving only a mess of wreckage floating in the dark void.

In the deathly silent net, only Magnus's phantom roared as it vanished.

"Guilliman!"

"Everything is still in the planning stages!"

Seeing that the tide of battle had completely turned and Magnus's Chaos Fleet had been annihilated, with no power left to resist.

Magnus's meticulously planned ambush ultimately failed, resulting in the loss of hundreds of warships, which deeply saddened him from his hiding place.

Even though he was filled with resentment, he dared not face the Imperial fleet alone. Moreover, there were two Primarchs in the fleet. Without proper preparation in the Web, he had no guarantee of victory.

Most importantly, he wanted to kill his own brother and needed the help of someone he believed in.

"Damn it, where did these shameless bastards come from?"

The sudden turn of events, and the distorted, constipated face of Magnus before he vanished, greatly pleased Guilliman.

The Human Rights Alliance's weapons are still the best!

Only then did the Eldar prophet finally discover Magnus's secret. His face was solemn, and his tone was tinged with regret and gravity as he spoke: "It was the Lord of a Thousand Faces who altered the star map—no, or rather, he used a special, mysterious power to mislead us into believing that this was the entrance to Holy Terra. In reality, the true location of Holy Terra is spatially misaligned with this place."

Instead of leaving the warp, they stepped into a badly damaged web tunnel. At the crack in the web tunnel, endless chaotic energy from the warp was pouring out. It was precisely by taking advantage of the energy fluctuations at this crack that Magnus was able to lay an ambush for Guilliman within the web tunnel.

The spatial misalignment in the subspace caused everyone to deviate from the network route ahead of time, and Magnus had precisely anticipated this, which is why he led his fleet to lie in wait and ambush them.

These words instantly alerted all the high-ranking officials of the Empire present. Guilliman stepped forward, his gaze sharp as he pressed, "So, Holy Terra isn't far from us?"

The Eldar prophet nodded slowly, pointed to the dark and deep end of the web in the distance, and said in a deep voice, "Yes, we are very close to it. That is the true gateway to Terra."

They were actually just one step away from Holy Terra.

"Let's get there quickly, Eldar. We hope you can provide the equipment to open the Webgate." Caul said excitedly.

All the Imperial soldiers were excited; they were finally going to return to Holy Terra.

This is humanity's only sacred place.

Holy Terra!

Evelyn said, "Everything is ready."

At this moment, Guilliman made a completely different judgment. Instead of heeding the advice of the others to set off hastily, he summoned Evelynn and solemnly asked, "Besides the main gate to Terra's web tunnels, are there any other web tunnel entrances?"

Evelynn hesitated for a moment before replying, "On the far side of Terra's moon, there is a hidden net gate, and the ritual site there is also equipped with special equipment to open the gate."

After learning that there was another hidden entrance to the Webway on the far side of the moon, Guilliman looked at the Eldar prophet and High Priest Evelynn with a deep gaze and slowly said, "Your Webway is far too dangerous."

As soon as he finished speaking, Guilliman immediately ordered his generals: "The entire army shall change course and head to the Web Entrance on the far side of the moon, from where we will enter Holy Terra."

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