Warhammer 40: Saviors Emerging from the Bottom

Everything around him was becoming blurry, as if an invisible force was pulling Xiao Yi's soul away.

He tried to stay awake, but he was too tired, and as soon as he relaxed, he closed his eyes.

When he realized something was wrong and woke up in a panic, everything around him had changed.

He arrived at a vast battlefield, where winged angels, demons enraged by endless fury, and a large blue bird wielding a staff were confronting a fat man with a turquoise complexion, holding a large bell and a longsword.

"Nurgle, the Great Impure One; Khorne, the Bloodthirsty Demon; Tzeentch, the Man-Changing Demon Lord; and the one in yellow is a living saint, right? Where's Slaanesh? My internet speed is a bit slow, did I miss it?"

This treatment is almost on par with Horus's.

Compared to the grotesque Nurgle who forced his way in, the other three were significantly weaker, as could be seen from their size; the Great Impure occupied almost a third of the space.

Under his threat, the other three guys, who should have started fighting as soon as they met, strangely stood on the same side, seemingly wanting to drive away this uninvited intruder first.

Although no one else was invited.

Khorne, the incarnation of the god of war, charged forward with two battle axes, the surrounding space trembling with his roar. The Great Unclean One smiled at the enemy before him and shook the bronze bell in his hand.

Dozens of plague carriers riding giant toads emerged from the festering sores on his body and stood in front of the bloodthirsty madman.

Thanks to their numbers and the plague they carried, the Knights of Reckon have temporarily held off the most threatening enemy at the moment.

Just as the Great Impure One was gloating over the success of his tactics, the Myriad Transformations Demon Lord, who was hiding in the corner, waved his staff and summoned a huge blue fireball, which he threw at the Bloodthirsty Demon.

The bloodthirsty berserker, who was fighting fiercely, obviously did not expect his teammate to suddenly backstab him. The fireball exploded, releasing scorching flames, and he and the surrounding Reckon Knights were engulfed in flames.

Seeing this, Xiao Yi could only say that he truly lived up to his reputation as the incarnation of the god of troublemakers, never forgetting to trip up his teammates and enemies.

The angels representing the emperor launched continuous attacks from the sky, while some unclean beings, unable to bear it any longer, shook the bronze bells in their hands, preparing to summon a few more of their minions to help.

But the Myriad Transformations Demon Lord had already seen all of this. With a wave of his staff, dozens of beams of destructive light hurled at the opponent, successfully interrupting the spellcasting.

Their cooperation wasn't as close as Xiao Yi had imagined, but it was enough to deal with the blessing that Nurgle had forcibly bestowed upon them, provided that they could maintain their current state.

The bloodthirsty madman, having broken free from the flames, looked around with blood-red eyes, searching for the despicable man who had ambushed him from behind. He would have to pay the price for his actions.

If a real battle breaks out, angels alone cannot hold back the Great Impure One; something must be done, but what can be done?

Based on Xiao Yi's guess, this place is very likely his consciousness space or soul space. No matter which it is, it is his home ground, and in theory, he should not be powerless to fight back.

"Since it's a consciousness space, it can definitely grant any wish. Give me a nuclear bomb and blow these annoying guys to smithereens."

Xiao Yi silently repeated his request twice. Above the Great Impure One's head, a bomb labeled with radioactive material fell from the sky and landed directly in his mouth.

A second later, a massive mushroom cloud rose into the air, blasting his jaw to smithereens. This damage weakened Nurgle's power somewhat, causing the area representing his color to shrink slightly.

"Is that all the power a nuclear bomb has?"

Just as Xiao Yi was wondering why the nuclear missile he summoned was so useless, the guys around him noticed that there was another person in the corner.

In particular, the unclean one who was blown up looked at Xiao Yi with a resentful expression, as if questioning him about why he attacked him.

His actions caused the chaotic battlefield to pause for two seconds.

It only paused for two seconds before the bloodthirsty madman, having finally found his target, turned and swung his axe at the blue bird that dared to ambush him.

Fortunately, he dodged quickly, otherwise one of the Myriad Transformations Demon Lord's wings would have been cut off.

For Xiao Yi, the best outcome right now is for the Living Saint to win. The Emperor doesn't care what you want to do; he only cares about how much benefit you can bring to humanity and the Empire.

The others were different. Angron wrote a poem that angered Khorne, who then put the nail back in, turning him into the Butcher's Nail combat mech.

When Tzeentch gets ruthless, he'll even betray himself, let alone his followers. You might not even know how you died.

Needless to say, Nurgle didn't want to end up like Mortarion, eating shit in the Warp.

After much deliberation, only the Emperor's terms were acceptable, and as a human being, Xiao Yi was on the same side as him.

The battle must end as soon as possible; Xiao Yi felt that the strength of this space could not support a high-intensity battle.

He didn't know what would happen if the four forces got into a fight and broke through the battlefield, but it certainly wouldn't be a good thing.

Xiao Yi's arrival rebalanced the situation on the battlefield, and with his and the angels' continuous attacks, Nurgle's territory shrank smaller and smaller.

Adhering to the principle of becoming an excellent troublemaker, the Myriad Transformations Demon Lord indiscriminately attacked everyone present, with the largest and most unclean creatures naturally suffering the most injuries.

After an unknown amount of time, Xiao Yi, feeling utterly drained, looked at the group that had fallen into a standoff again and gave a bitter smile. The current situation was rather strange.

Aside from him, the remaining four would immediately become the target of everyone else's attacks if they dared to make a move. In any case, they would take out one of their competitors first.

On the other hand, after the Great Impure One was weakened, the embodiment of Nagued, Tzeentch, and Khonored's Blessing became more concrete. Because of their aversion to the Emperor, they subconsciously made the angels representing the Emperor their priority targets.

If it weren't for his ally Xiao Yi, he might have been the first to be eliminated in this battle.

In short, no one dares to make any rash moves, and a stalemate has ensued.

In the real world, seeing Xiao Yi kneeling on one knee, the Plague Carrier Number Seven, whose head had been chopped off, stretched out his right hand, which hadn't been washed for who knows how many years, ready to do his part to help his beloved father win this war.

The remaining plague carriers split into two teams. Number Three led a group of infected individuals to deal with Friedrich, who was still fighting, while the other five prepared to spread the plague they carried throughout the entire hive.

Just when everyone thought victory was assured, Xiao Yi twisted his wrist and chopped off the remaining half of the plague carrier's head.

"Luckily, the flow of time in the world of consciousness is different from that in the real world; otherwise, I almost fell into a cesspool."

Xiao Yi looked somewhat abnormal at this moment; his pale face and dark circles under his eyes made him look like he hadn't slept for three days.

However, considering that he had just been stabbed by the dagger personally given to him by Nurgle, all of this seemed much more normal.