Hawks from the Land of Light are calling me a dove and an undercover agent in the chat group.

It remembers, of course it remembers this thing. Throughout the entire Warhammer universe, from ancient times to the present, the Ultraman series has always been the most beautiful and virtuous in the fantasies of all living beings. That's why it nipped it in the bud within the planet, preventing it from spreading to the Milky Way, thus creating a subspace Ultraman.

The plan was clearly successful.

But why, why, in this era where everything has already settled, would such a thing still appear in this world?

Do not……

That's not the power of the warp, nor is it a deity worshipped through faith.

Tzeentch's countless pupils suddenly contracted sharply. Its observational ability was the strongest and most acute among the Chaos Gods. It eliminated all inconceivable possibilities, and whatever remained, however unbelievable, would be the truth.

"That's... the real Ultraman!"

Nurgle screamed!

Among the chaotic gods, it is suffering the most severe oppression at this moment. It holds the concepts of life and death, and escaping death is one of its experiences. It had long ago eliminated the positive aspects that symbolized life and hope.

When it comes to this concept, no one is more knowledgeable or more qualified than Ultraman to be the master and controller of this divine authority.

This giant of light was so perfectly aligned with these concepts that for the first time in countless ages, the positive life concept that had been removed, corrupted, and suppressed by Nurgle stirred and attempted to betray its benevolent father, causing Nurgle excruciating pain.

Nurgle experienced the pain of an emperor sitting on the golden throne, and even more so.

But the situation is so dire for these Chaos Gods that even in its agony, Nurgle can do nothing. It must now keep its eyes on the magnificent giant that has appeared in the physical universe and prevent it from destroying all of its figurines.

"Chirp, chirp chirp!"

"Ah, this is utter annihilation! This is the power of the cursed!"

"We will die, we will die, we will die completely, and never be able to return to the embrace of the gods and chaos!"

"No, this is not it! He is far more terrifying than the cursed one, far more terrifying!"

"Run, run, run!!"

A second passed, time flowed again, and countless mouths, ranging from billions to innumerable, spoke simultaneously.

The screams of the Chaos Demons were even more piercing than those of Nurgle, filled with unspeakable terror as they scrambled to return to the Warp.

The Chaos Gods did indeed promise generous rewards, but even the most lawless demons rarely dared to raise their weapons against them.

It is obvious that whoever "He" is now appearing in the Cardia sector is a terrifying being comparable to the Chaos Gods!

The chaotic demons screamed and tried to turn around and flee into the depths of the Eye of Terror.

However, before they could even make such a move, an unseen flame had already climbed and spread to their very essence, peacefully and serenely burning away all the corruption.

Eerie purple lightning, dark clouds filled with blasphemous whispers, a blood-red rain that appeared and disappeared, and unclean energy from the filthy space—all these places that had been encroaching on the normal universe since the start of the Battle of Kadia were scorched, leaving the demons nowhere to hide.

Their fate was sealed the moment they heard the bell toll.

In just a moment, except for the chosen great demons blessed by the Chaos Gods, all the demons were annihilated by this bell. The place that was just now filled with countless demons of all colors was cleared away in an instant.

But it wasn't just the Chaos Demons that were wiped out.

"Azmodari! What's wrong with you? Damn it, damn it!"

"Judge, hang in there!"

"General, what's wrong? Is this an attack by Chaos?!"

"Flames! No, nothing works, these flames can't be extinguished! It's the bell, it's the bell!"

"It's a demon! It's a demon! It disguised itself as the God-Emperor's blessing to lower our guard and then took the opportunity to kill so many of us!"

"Oh no! That Chaos Demon has captured Prince Shinji Ikari's Unit-01! It must be trying to take Prince Shinji away to protect the Primarch! Protect the Primarch! For the Emperor! For the Empire!"

Lord Creed of Highhold, Chapter Master Logan Grimnal of the Space Wolves, Chapter Master Kadanstronos of the Iron Hands, Chapter Master Azrael of the Dark Angels, Marshal Amarich of the Black Templars, and Titus, among others, all quickly pinpointed the source of the attack and trembled with rage.

They had to admit that when the giant of light, about fifty meters tall, appeared with that magnificent clock, a moment of tranquility unconsciously settled over each of them.

Surprisingly, none of them considered the other as an enemy at first glance.

The aura of the Giant of Light, its appearance, and its initial actions—like a loving father embracing the new Primarch Shinji Ikari and deflecting all the attacks from the eight Chaos Demigods aimed at the Primarch—all fueled their unrealistic fantasies about this Giant of Light.

They actually thought that the other party was the embodiment of the God Emperor's will, or even perhaps the God Emperor himself, who could have made his power manifest in such a physical form after ten thousand years.

This power and this temperament, though quite different from the God Emperor, are absolutely the complete opposite of the Chaos Gods.

But it turns out that wasn't the case.

The enemy did indeed attack the Chaos Demons. The mere ringing of the giant bell caused all the demons below the level of Archmages in the entire Cardia Sector to be annihilated. Although the Archmages and the traitorous Primarchs did not die, they became visibly weakened as a result.

But the other side also attacked them, attacked the Empire, attacked humanity, attacked their imperial currency—that was a classic declaration of war!

"Aliens, they deserve to die!"

"Die! Die! Die! All the aliens must die!"

"Heretical! Don't think you can make the Emperor's currency submit! For the Emperor, for the Empire, unleash all firepower!"

"I'm going to cut your head off, stomp your skull into the ground, and release Primarch, you damned alien!"

"You have no right to look like us noble humans. I will sever your limbs, chop you into tens of thousands of pieces, and send you to the Terra Palace to atone for your sins, so that the God-Emperor may witness the fate of the abominable alien who dared to attack His great offspring!"

"kill!!!!"

Apart from Azmodai, the Dark Angels Chapter Leader, who was also weakened and severely injured by the bell's attack and lay on the ground unable to get up, everyone else roared and, driven by fanatical faith, fearlessly wielded their blades and launched every attack they could, charging towards the hideous giant of light.

They knew how terrifying this giant of light was, and that since it could kill so many demons in a single blow, it could only be a terrifying enemy at the level of the Chaos Gods.

But they all did it anyway, because their faith armed them. Even if it was a god, for the emperor, for the empire, they would make that god perish!

“Kasa… Uncle…”

Inside Unit-01, Shinji Ikari, severely overloaded and unable to move, managed a trembling smile and called out Gaza's name.

The smile held surprise, but it was also a lingering bitter smile.

Shinji Ikari also heard the deafening sounds of battle. He wanted to get up and stop them, but the cost of overload made it difficult for him to utter a single word.

However, even though he couldn't speak, the meaning conveyed in his wry smile still reached Kassadin.

"..."

Kasa looked up, his expression also one of utter helplessness and a bitter smile.

He finally understood why Shinji Ikari had said that before...

Both Neos and others were so secretive and hesitant that they went to such lengths to conceal their true intentions.

The humans here are truly beyond words; even seeing them with one's own eyes makes them difficult to describe. Kasa wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say, because saying anything now would be pointless.

This is the first time he has encountered such a situation in his more than 10,000 years in the industry.

Humans, who should have been the ones being protected, died in large numbers as the Ultra Bell tolled...

And this happened even after he had lowered his moral standards for the Warhammer universe as much as possible before setting off, and maximized the damage threshold of the Ultra Bell!

Chapter 09 Madman, I am the Emperor!

Kassa fell silent. On his face, which was expressionless from a human perspective, Shinji Ikari felt an insurmountable helplessness and pain, and he completely broke down.

Shinji Ikari desperately wanted to struggle to his feet and tell Uncle Kassapa that the entire Empire was basically just a bunch of humans, or at least demonic beings, so there was no need to treat them the way you would treat "humans"—that way, his heart wouldn't be so hurt. (Micro-fun)

But that's not what Kassadin cares about at all.

Although it was certainly unpleasant to be backstabbed and attacked right after saving someone, it wasn't the first time he'd experienced this. If it were just that, he could have handled it calmly.

The universe is so vast, there will always be people who are not drawn to Ultraman's charm and will not see him as an ally. Instead, they will see whatever the Giant of Light does as having ulterior motives.

What truly made Kasa ponder was the reality that countless humans had died as the Ultra Bell tolled.

Before he arrived, he had already set the damage threshold to the highest level. Basically, only those like the Magma Legion, which have been invading other planets for a long time, slaughtering other innocent races, and even killing their own people if they don't like them, would be affected.

With such a high threshold set, even if this bell rings in the Dark Nebula, the proportion of aliens who will die is probably lower than the proportion of humans who are dying here now.

In other words, setting aside the fact that the other party is a human race, these hundreds of millions of people, in terms of their past actions, are likely to be even more egregious than the Magma Legion, or the Volugan he led to kill in 77.

In the context of the Ultra Multiverse, each of these dead humans would be so infamous as to be placed on the cosmic wanted list and become a primary target for the Land of Light.

Is this reasonable?

Kasa now truly wishes the truth were not so, but rather that the sacred artifacts of the Land of Light had malfunctioned due to prolonged disuse.

Unfortunately, what he heard was the cry of those surviving imperial humans—a cry more bloodthirsty than bloodlust, more brutal than cruelty, more patriarchal than human supremacy—that proved that this was indeed the reality.

Kasa was sullen, his eyelids drooping, as all the firepower of the human fleet from all directions was aimed at him and fired in unison.

Kasa let out a heavy, long sigh, and with a wave of his hand, he blocked them all. Ultra's telekinetic power spread out, freezing a large number of warships and humans, but he still did not launch an attack.

"Uncle Kassa?... So that's how it is. Our new brother wasn't lying after all. There really are great beings in the world who are neither that tyrant nor one of the Chaos Gods!"

On the side closest to the Eye of Fear, Luo Jia opened her eyes wide, staring in utter astonishment at this incredible scene.

"No, now it seems he wasn't even our brother. Ha, we were just being presumptuous, narrowly associating everything with that hypocritical tyrant, that slave owner."

Peturabo laughed, tears streaming down his face.

These traitorous Primarchs, whether they were part of the Chaos Unbound or worshipped the Chaos Gods, were all at least not mentally impaired, except for Angron. The facts were right in front of them, and they could tell at a glance, so they wouldn't deny it.

The traitorous Primarchs were all somewhat listless; the tolling of the bell had dissipated most of their warp power, leaving them to rely more on their physical bodies.

But their pure physical bodies might not even be able to defeat a warhound-level Titan, let alone a great being of the level of a Chaos God.

Compared to the Primarchs, Vashtor and Bilak suffered even more severe damage. They no longer had physical bodies and were basically composed of warp forces, so they were naturally more affected.

Although they were all attacked in the same way, the eight Chaos Lesser Gods had different expressions.

Luo Jia's eyes flickered, as if he was pondering something. He looked at his new book of sacred words again and again, seemingly somewhat captivated by the status and power of this new and great being, and perhaps even wishing that the other party could be written into his book for him to believe in.

Even if they are enemies, as long as they are true gods, he is willing to have faith in them, just as he has faith in all the chaotic gods.

Perturabo himself was unaware that his eyes held a slight longing and envy. He saw that when attacked by the Empire's humans, the first thing the Giant of Light protected was not himself, but Unit-01 and Shinji Ikari in his arms.

If you replace the Giant of Light with that hypocritical tyrant, and Shinji Ikari with him, then this scene is exactly what he longed for, what he yearned for in return for true power.

Affirmation and care.

Forgrim was shaking his head vigorously. He was a pursuer of endless perfection. After falling into chaos, he had thought that Slaanesh was the most perfect being for thousands of years. But now, no matter how hard he tried to find fault, he could not find any flaws in that giant of light.

Aside from the other party's infuriatingly slow, pedantic, and saintly personality—a personality that makes you want to rush over and kill everyone who attacks him—his body was so perfect and flawless, perfectly matching Forgrim's definition of "perfection"!

He couldn't even muster the thought of pleasure. The idea of ​​having pleasure with the other person felt like a desecration, and he had to exert all his strength to even imagine such a scene.