The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Guard

Elpis suddenly opened his eyes, fatigue and pain instantly engulfing his entire body. But his excellent combat skills allowed him to quickly stand up and grip his weapon tightly.

Then he saw his enemies, hordes of chaotic demons rushing toward him.

They are slender, with a reddish-black body, skin cracked like a dried-up riverbed, covered in brass scales, adorned with skulls, and have a ferocious, hound-like face with a pair of demonic horns on their heads.

He wielded a massive two-handed greatsword, the Blade of Hell, with jagged serrations on both sides and skulls and blasphemous demonic symbols engraved on its blade.

It was a vampire from Khorne. Just then, a vampire spotted Elpis, who had just gotten up, leaped forward, and swung its two-handed greatsword at him. There was no time to dodge; Elpis braced himself to take the blow head-on.

"Bang, bang, bang."

The sound of a slingshot rang out behind Elpis, interrupting the vampire's attack. Elpis pressed his advantage, taking a step forward and swinging the Moon Spear with all his might, causing the vampire's head to fall to the ground.

The corpse of the dead vampire vanished and returned to the throne of the Blood God.

Elpis looked back and saw Ra, who had used the explosive musket on his garrison spear to help him. Not far away, Diocletian and the other Custodians were still slaying the Chaos Demons.

"Network Warfare"—the word flashed through Elpis's mind instantly. Then he remembered that not long ago, he had just banished a bloodthirsty berserker, but he himself had been knocked away and knocked unconscious.

Elpis has been fighting in the Web for years because of the Thousand Sons' Primarch, the folly of Crimson Magnus, and the psychic protection of the tunnels connecting Terra Palace to the Web was breached by Magnus.

Countless demons are now surging toward the portal leading to the underground palace, while the Emperor's elite Imperial Guard, the Sisters of Silence, and the Mechanicus's protectors are working within the network to stop the demons' advance.

The Emperor was forced to sit on his golden throne, drawing upon his own spiritual power to stop the portal from expanding further.

He and the Imperial Guards were holding their ground in Karata—the Impossible City, a city that was perpetually shrouded in a thin mist, a city without day or night, without sky or earth.

The winding streets, like broken strings, extend irregularly into all directions of space, while towering buildings grow at incredible angles on the curving earth.

The defensive line formed by the Imperial Guard and the Mechanicus was crumbling, and even traitorous Astartes, Titans, and other bizarre demonic creations emerged from among the demons.

A Titan of the Warrior class was besieged by countless vampires. It stood there, constantly attacking the enemy with its Gatling gun and chainsaw sword. The glowing gun barrels and the dim Void Shield indicated that this divine machine had reached its limit.

A bloodthirsty berserker leaped high into the air, piercing through the void shield of the divine machine, and slashed towards the cockpit.

With the roar of divine machinery, Titan fell. Severely wounded and delirious, the Titan pilot mustered his last strength to overload the Titan's reactor and then charge towards the enemy's position.

With a deafening roar, a massive mushroom cloud appeared in the demons' ranks as the divine machine fell. The shockwave from the explosion destroyed all the demons within a radius of dozens of miles, interrupting the enemy's offensive and creating a vacuum.

"Retreat!" With the pressure decreasing, La shouted over the public channel, "According to the original plan, consolidate the defensive lines and retreat!"

The imperial army began to withdraw from the impossible city in turn, relying on the traps they had set up to slow down the demons' offensive.

The Imperial Guards had nowhere left to retreat; behind them lay the portal leading to the underground palace.

The Imperial Guard, which originally numbered ten thousand, has been reduced to less than one-tenth of its original strength. The sisters from the Silent Sisters are also few in number, and the Mechanicus army is reduced to only a few broken knight mechs and a small number of fighter servants.

The final moment has arrived.

The demons swept towards that last gate like a tidal wave.

Elpis numbly swung his weapon, his armor tattered, his vision blurred, his attack techniques riddled with flaws, and his body pushed to its limits.

No! I can't give up yet!

At this moment, a dazzling golden light illuminated the entire battlefield. The demons from the warp were terrified and retreated. Any demons touched by the golden light vanished instantly, not banished, but killed at the level of the rules.

It was the Emperor! The Lord of Mankind was freed from the Golden Throne through the sacrifice of a thousand psionicists. He still wore dazzling golden armor, a red cloak, a golden halo behind his head, and held a golden greatsword burning with flames, like a god in an ancient mural.

With a swing of his sword, the emperor unleashed a fiery aura that surged toward the demons, engulfing thousands upon thousands of them in flames, killing them instantly upon contact.

With another wave of his hand, the emperor instantly summoned countless soldiers who had sacrificed themselves for the empire from the other side of the soul, their bodies enveloped in a layer of golden light.

Among them, people saw loyal Astartes who had died in battle, countless mortal armies who sacrificed themselves for the Empire, the Custodians who died in the Webpaths, and even a headless giant wielding a warhammer—that was none other than Ferrus Manus, the Primarch of the Iron Hand, whose head had been cut off by the traitor Primarch Forgrim.

They silently charged toward the demons, hunting down these filthy creatures that dared to defile the holy Terra.

The imperial army soldiers, bathed in the emperor's golden light, recovered from their injuries, their tattered armor automatically repairing itself. They looked at the divine and extraordinary emperor with joy and adoration.

Elpis felt his injuries healing and his armor gradually being repaired, but there was no joy in his eyes, only sorrow.

Yes, the Emperor has risen, but this also means the failure of Project Network, the failure of humanity's grand plan to break free from the constraints of the Warp and return to the Golden Age. The horrific scenes from their own memories are about to unfold, and humanity will face a dark and terrifying future.

The Emperor looked at Elpis without saying a word, but Elpis understood the Emperor's gaze, which seemed to be both encouragement and comfort.

"My Lord." "Your Majesty."

The remaining warriors all came to the Emperor's side. They looked at him, believing that under his leadership, they would surely be able to reclaim the lost territory.

"Roar..." A sound that seemed to come from the depths of the network channel came from the ancient times of human anger.

Everyone felt a shiver run through them, as if they were facing the terror of the beginning of the universe, and a fear that originated from the depths of their souls suddenly surged forth.

Elpis knew that this crucial moment had arrived.

"Dracnion" is here.