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

Space Wolf: The wolf king Lemanrus, who was not dead to begin with, awakened the young man who had lived from ten thousand years ago and was stuffed into the Dreadnought mech.

"My lord, is that you? Can we fight again?"

Bjorn strode forward in his massive Dreadnought, looked up, and saw billions upon billions of demons—far exceeding the number in any battle he had ever fought before. But he charged ahead: "Since I still have this honor, then let me die before you, my lord!"

"Lord Bjorn, don't forget about us."

"Although we are not as good as you and Father, we are also bloodthirsty wolves. We will keep our oath and make our enemies tremble wherever we are!"

Space wolves, charge!

"I, Volkan, the Salamander, will protect all civilians, even if they want to fight. We must stand in front of their enemies until we are all dead, understand?"

"This is also our wish, Father. We have always followed your kind teachings."

The immortal, the lord of fire dragons, the most powerful primordial being in the body, the merciful Vulcan, return!

"Listen carefully, only we White Scars are good at this kind of battle. Everyone else's opponent is a demon, but we are not. We must stop all the green-skinned orcs here. We can only succeed, we cannot fail, understand?"

"Even if they all die, if the Greenskin frenzy is allowed to spread and affect other friendly forces fighting against Chaos, then it is a failure for us White Scars, and it is a failure for me, the Chagatai Khan, do you understand!"

The speed demon, Primarch Chagatai Khan, returns, his target the Ork Orcs led by the Bonecrusher.

All white scars, racing, attack!

“I, Ferusmanus, will lead you into a battle that humanity must win. Do you have any objections?”

"no!"

"Good, very spirited! All troops, charge!"

"For the great Iron Father!"

Primarch Feralus Manus, resurrected from the dead, Iron Hand, online!

“You didn’t heed my teachings to resist the oppressors and protect the oppressed before, and I won’t hold it against you. But from now on, if your acts of mercy are even less than those of the fire lizards over there in Wokan, I will hang you up and beat you. Can you accept that?”

"can!"

"Then do it. Protect the civilians and the Astral Army in the battle. I am with you."

"Hurrah!"

Raven Lord Kovacslax returns, the Raven Guards, rediscovering their original spirit!

"I, Rogdorn, am as steadfast as a rock." (Complete novel available for free reading on this website.)

The Imperial Fist, having lost its original pure race, has seen its Primarch, Roguedon, return and treat all its offspring equally; those who are still offspring today are still his offspring.

The Imperial Fist roared like a tidal wave: "Mountain Array, defend Terra, to the death or be reborn, for the Father of Genesis!"

"..."

King Szalak the Silent, and all the awakened space undead overlords, looking at the sheer number of chaotic demons that seemed to fill the entire galaxy, issued a supreme command in unison:

"Unseal all advanced technologies and release the Star God fragments."

From the weakest human commoners to the most powerful Necromancers, everything in the galaxy struggles for survival, giving it its all.

But no matter how many trump cards they use, how much resources they have, or how much power they gather, the key to victory or defeat never lies with them.

One was a Zetton, the other a cosmic dinosaur that had returned to its original form, looking exactly like the first Zetton, but exuding a far greater aura than the first Zetton. My...

This is a monster that is fifty meters long, only fifty meters long.

But everyone in the entire Milky Way saw its existence, its birth, and its appearance.

People were fighting, but at the same time, their attention was drawn to the subspace, and they saw the cosmic dinosaur Zetton.

This monster, which is only fifty meters long, is the real key to whether the entire Warhammer universe will be destroyed.

"It's issuing a challenge."

The emperor asked with deep concern, "What do you intend to do?"

“I’ll handle it.” Kasa never had a different idea. “This is Ultraman’s battle. It’s already anchored in the subspace. No one else can participate. You have your own missions.”

Although the Chaos Gods united and contributed their power to create Zetton, due to the nature of the gods, they still could not completely merge into one.

In other words, although the Chaos Gods are currently in their weakest state in history, they are still scattered Chaos Gods. If left unattended and no one deals with them, in this semi-subspace moment, they can directly attack all other weak life forms in the Milky Way.

Neos, Qua, and Sigucci—the three of them could not possibly defeat the usual Chaos Gods. In fact, apart from Neos, the other two couldn't even protect themselves.

However, if the Chaos Gods are currently severely weakened and have concentrated most of their power on Zetton, the three of them working together could intercept the Chaos Gods before the battle against Zetton is decided, forcing them to prevent them from harming other life forms.

The emperor paused for a moment.

He knew the situation, but he still couldn't help asking, "Can we win?"

The Chaos Gods have dominated this universe for far too long. From the very beginning of the universe's birth, it can be said that this universe has fallen into the clutches of the Chaos Gods. Even he, the so-called God-Emperor, has been struggling to hold on for a long time, only able to protect himself, but unable to protect humanity.

This is the final battle.

Once the Warriors of Light win, true liberation will arrive, all suffering will be in the past, and no one will need to live in fear, constantly on guard against the corruption and attacks of Chaos.

At such a moment, even an emperor, with his temperament, could not help but make such a meaningless move.

“If it were before, I would say I don’t have a 100% chance of winning.”

A look of immense relief appeared on Kasa's warrior's face. He looked at the worried Neos, Qua, and Sigucci, and gave a thumbs-up with his left hand. "But now, all you need to do is wait for the good news."

"!!!"

I see!

Emperor Neos, Ancient Saint Qua, and Laughing God Sigucci all widened their eyes!

Together they saw something, something tangible, something that flowed continuously from all parts of the galaxy, converging and gathering around Kassapa, accumulating upon him.

"That, that is—"

The power of faith?!

"In a world full of betrayal, people will be traitors; in a world full of doubt, people will be a bunch of losers. Don't you think that's the true meaning of faith, my other self?"

In the Solar Starfield, before the Chaos Demons led by Tzeentch's Chief Archmage Carlos and the Fallen Loka, who were about to wreak havoc here, a confident and radiant being suddenly appeared and intercepted them.

That was the Primarch Loka Aurelion.

He held in his hands a unique book whose cover featured the imposing figure of the only hawkish chief instructor of the Land of Light, Zhongdeng. This book was called "The True Ultraman's Holy Words".

Following behind Luo Jia was a legion of hundreds of thousands of devout and steadfast believers, each of them wearing armor branded with the image of an Ultraman warrior.

Rewriting history, witnessing the past, the perfect city whose faith was unwavering and which was never burned, the true Loka Aurelion who perfectly survived the Great Crusade and the Great Rebellion, now comes to this era from the true history.

The chaotic and corrupted Luo Jia gritted his teeth: "Are you accusing my faith, you imposter?"

"Criticism? No, I am simply conveying and spreading the true meaning of faith."

Luo Jia chanted aloud: "In a world full of followers, God will be supreme."

The true God; in a world filled with trust, God cannot fail.

"I am a believer. I believe without a doubt. I dedicate everything. I live for my God. I follow my God without hesitation and with all my heart."

“Every step I take, every drop of sweat I shed, every drop of blood I shed, I remember that this is my faith. No heresy can bewitch or defeat me. You are just a trial. I will not fail, nor will I waver.”

"Faith is not a short-term phase, but a lifelong eternity. Nothing can stop me, for I am fulfilling God's expectations of me. But you, who do not understand the true meaning of faith, and do not know the fallen Loka Aurelion, the true God, will never enjoy this truth and blessing."

"God is with me. I firmly believe in the truth, goodness, and beauty that God upholds, as well as kindness, compassion, goodness, tolerance, helping the weak, showing compassion to others, having friends all over the world, and peace as our daily life. These wonderful qualities are the blessings that the true God brings to mankind."

"Chaotic demons, step back! Your era has ended, the gods have descended!"

It is not superstition, not wishful thinking, and not a fabrication of a deity. (Micro-interest)

Although the battle between the Giants of Light and Tzeentch was brief, the fragments of information left by Zero were scattered across the planets where the three Primarchs who were observing the battlefield were located.

During the long period of time that the Giant of Light was missing, Loka Aurelion analyzed those traces of information countless times, extracting what he wanted from them.

He then understood that the name he believed in, Ultraman Kasa, was that of a giant of light who brought eternal salvation, and was revered and admired in countless universes.

God's will is not to cause war among mankind, not to let fathers and sons kill each other, not to let oppression and bullying become the norm. On the contrary, God is so compassionate, God is so loving, and God loves all people.

Although there is no blood relation, Loka Aurelion is also a person loved by God. He is the best believer and he wants to be a son of God.

After being found by his biological father, the Emperor, following that battle, he and his biological father immediately hit it off, and together they built towering Ultra Churches and Ultra Statues on every planet the Empire ruled and conquered.

Under his leadership, the Legion of Wordholders understood what true faith was, aiming to become the kind of humanity that God desired—kind, benevolent, and tolerant, surpassing even the Salamanders and Raven Guardians, and not even demanding that others follow their gods.

The state religion still exists, and the emperor needs faith. Only by becoming a god-emperor can the biological father be qualified to protect the empire to the present day, ten thousand years later, allowing the empire to live until the time when the god descends.

However, the Ultra Cult, whose belief in the true God was publicly declared and recognized by the Emperor, was never eradicated.

"This, how is this possible? History... has changed?!"

As the believer Luo Jia uttered the truth, the pupils of Carlos, the chief archmages of Tzeentch and the Weaver of Fate, suddenly contracted sharply above the two bird heads. As the most powerful archmage under Tzeentch's command, its knowledge of fate was second only to the Chaos Gods.

At this very moment, accompanied by the words of this new Luojia, it suddenly sensed that the flow of the entire universe had changed, and the largest part of those changes was brought about by this Luojia Aurelion!

Numerous Ultra Churches sprang up, and in the same place where the Empire's state religion, the Lord of Humanity, was located, there must also be an Ultra sect on the opposite bank.

In this dark and profound universe, people need a faith, a place to rely on.

The vast majority of humanity still chose the state religion, chose to abandon their own morality, and chose to become people with a dual identity as both the oppressed and the oppressor. This is also because believing in the emperor is more effective, and the emperor's manifestations are far more frequent than Ultraman's.

In contrast, especially considering the absence of the Giant of Light during those ten thousand years, even among humans who believed in the Ultra Cult, the few times they received divine assistance were due to their faith, not the help of the Giant of Light.

Even so, although they are very weak and their numbers are much smaller than those of the state religion, the ratio of believers to the state religion is one in hundreds of millions, and these sects are more likely to die because of their kindness.

Yes, that's how it is. In the ten thousand years of this new history, the human faith in the giant of light has never ceased. Even when Luo Jia and the Legion of the Word Bearers disappeared and jumped directly to the present time, people still believed in Ultraman!

It wasn't just humans; many innocent aliens who had received help from those who believed in Ultraman Kasa also gained a deep understanding of this cult and secretly worshipped the Giant of Light. Among them were even Ada's Ark Spirits.

This is not superstition, it is not about seeking Ultraman's power, and it is not about asking for Ultraman Kasa's protection.

Rather, it's because even in such a dark and evil cesspool of a universe, not all life is evil, and not all life abandons morality, willingly degenerates, and becomes a bunch of dog shit-like evil beings.

They were destined to drift in the cesspool, dying in confusion and despair.

But Loka Aurelion was like Prometheus who stole fire, bringing these lives a light worthy of dedicating one's entire life to.

Unlike the ancient myths of Terra, the god who stole the fire did not punish Loka, for he was so beautiful...

Even if he doesn't want to be treated as a god, he will still treat his followers who believe in him amidst their confusion with gentleness.

In this cesspool, kind-hearted people who refused to sink into depravity grasped this spark of light, passing it down from generation to generation. Their faith in the giant of light was not for seeking protection, but for peace of mind, for being true to themselves, for living a positive life, and for dying a worthy death.

These faint lights, one after another, enlightened countless lives and awakened many more people.