Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods.

Every race is simultaneously facing attacks from both sides, with the battle lines stretching across a vast corner of the galaxy, resulting in the destruction of countless planets.

In this chaotic battle, solid objects and metals constantly rise and fall in the sea of ​​stars, with the reinforcements of the three forces continuously being fed into this insane interstellar meat grinder.

The Necromancers of space possess a cold resurrection protocol, the Ork spores are constantly being generated, and the Tyranids are also continuously breeding various powerful war insects. The battle between the three parties may continue for a long time.

This seems to be the case, at least among the human empires, the Eldar, and even many beings on the Chaos side.

However, on an ordinary day, all of this quietly and subtly changed, and this long-standing stalemate was reversed.

On this ordinary day, when many people from the agricultural world were heading to work on the pastures, the already fiercely attacking beastmen went into a frenzy once more.

The two orcs, who had merged with the warp gods, seemed to sense something, as if they had been encouraged and stimulated, and let out a roar that shook the starry sea.

This reignited the fervent fighting spirit of the entire orc race, intensifying their already powerful offensive and at one point suppressing the Necromancers and Zerg, forcing both sides to the brink of collapse and causing their long battle lines to crumble.

In one of Eldar's Ark worlds, one Eldar after another seemed to have seen something terrifying, letting out shrill screams, bleeding from their seven orifices, their brain tissue being cooked by a powerful psionic reaction.

In the Solar Starfield, the Imperial Guards, clad in radiant gold powered armor, were observing the other Imperial Guards, also dressed in golden armor and wielding spears, while simultaneously watching this Space King from another universe.

In their eyes, this man known as the King of Space was exactly the same as their master in appearance, temperament, and power, which stirred up a storm in their hearts.

Moreover, they could even feel a familiar sense of kinship from the King of Space, which made them feel close to him at one point.

This unusual phenomenon, like a tsunami, shook the worldview of these golden-armored warriors. Even the elders who had witnessed it firsthand ten thousand years ago and followed the Lord of Humanity through the world were momentarily dazed.

Even they could hardly distinguish the difference in temperament and power between the King of Space and the Lord of Man.

As the King of Space walked through Terra's magnificent palace, the scene before him made him nod in satisfaction. Although he had been beaten half to death by his son, at least the aesthetics were acceptable.

Just as he walked through the long corridor guarded by golden-armored soldiers and stepped through the magnificent gate, a strange fluctuation came, causing the King of Space to instinctively look up.

He gazed at the sky, his vision piercing through the atmosphere and reaching beyond the starry expanse on a distant astronomical scale. His eyes flashed slightly as he saw the enormous outline approaching, and he was startled.

"They're really going this far?"

Deep within the throne room, atop the towering steps, sits the emaciated, corpse-like Lord of Humanity, his eyes trembling.

Deep within the warp, a cold sun radiating an aura of destruction vibrates in sync, and the power of the warp flows as flames, awakening many heroic souls.

At that moment, both the King of Space and the Lord of Humanity saw that beyond the universe, in the absolute void, an outline was approaching.

Deep within the subspace, four chaotic gods at the pinnacle of the spirit realm simultaneously cast their gazes into the void, taking in the approaching being.

They clearly saw the humanoid silhouette appear in an instant, carrying undisguised malice.

His figure was shrouded in darkness, his body shrouded in an aura of chaos, and his winding horns extended from under his hood, his cold eyes gleaming with blue light.

He carried the vast, boundless, and infinitely powerful chaotic world in one hand, moving forward through the cold, infinite void.

The barriers between the multiverses are impenetrable even to the mighty Chaos God, who may be right next to them. Yet, in His eyes, they are nothing, and everything is clearly visible.

As He drew near, the four gods could clearly feel that powerful life force, the power of time and space, and the power of vengeance, as if it were licking them.

At this moment, the three incarnations of will instinctively looked at the bloated figure that symbolized life and decay. They could sense the undisguised desire of the foreign chaotic god to replace and devour.

At this moment, most of the Chaos Gods' worries dissipated, and the gaps that had been closed between them reappeared, with thoughts of plotting against each other stirring.

There are only three people in total: the alien chaotic god, the cursed person, and those who resemble him.

Although their power is great, there is a quantitative gap compared to the masters of the four major domains of the subspace. They are all at the same level of will, and their strength is not too different.

At this moment, the fatal problem of quantitative difference will become apparent.

With four chaotic gods facing three beings of the same level, it is self-evident which side has the advantage.

The advantage lies with me.

The so-called crisis turned into a generous outsider who came with a vast warp to bestow gifts.

The Chaos Gods pondered this, their gazes fixed on each other's domains, plotting how to sabotage their allies in order to gain more benefits when they divided up that new warp.

In that realm of brass and raging fire, blood and boisterous laughter echoed across the endless crimson battlefield, anticipating the battle to come.

Within the Sixth Ring Road, filled with decadent music and an atmosphere of indulgence, deep within a purple palace, a figure of indistinguishable gender, possessing an unforgettablely beautiful and graceful silhouette, emits an enigmatic laugh, her body seemingly dancing gracefully.

Corruption and life cycle endlessly; deep within the garden, reeking of decay, the bloated silhouette continues to stir His cauldron.

Nurgle looked at his beloved beside him with a loving smile, seemingly unconcerned, as if he could accept anything without question.

In the chaotic realm filled with magic and change, the clouds containing lightning and transformation fell into stillness, and the distorted face that should have been strangely shaped and emitting a sinister laugh was now as silent as death.

Unlike the others, He, who was adept at perceiving changes, vaguely sensed that something was amiss, that something was hidden beyond His perception.

This seemed to obstruct His thoughts, as if an invisible hand was gently scratching at His curiosity, urging Him to uncover the truth, but without giving Him any clues about it.

His insatiable curiosity caused the great Sinlie to become somewhat manic, something he hadn't done in a long time.

...

In the real universe, in a certain garden world.

The people of the empire sensed some unknown change, and looked up at the starry sky in bewilderment, but ultimately found nothing.

Similar scenes occur in various corners of the Milky Way and even the universe, where all living beings stare blankly at the starry sky, as if they hear faint sounds, like some kind of peculiar hallucination.

But what they didn't know was that in that vast subspace, an unprecedented upheaval was taking place, and astonishing changes would permeate the past, present, and future.

Under the watchful eyes of countless warp entities, an endless reflection was enveloping them. The barriers of the warp shattered, and another chaotic world of infinite size collapsed upon them like the heavens falling.

In an instant, the already chaotic subspace energy became even more turbulent, a storm swept through, mingling with the cascading ocean of chaotic energy, burying everything.

At the very center of the anomaly, the outline of a human figure slowly opened its eyes, and a world teeming with life appeared beneath it. A magnificent tree loomed like a phantom, occupying a large area of ​​the subspace.

Under the watchful eyes of the gods of the chaotic world, the silhouette sat behind the eight-legged behemoth.

The spear in his hand, imbued with destructive power, measured the edge of the warp. As His gaze extended, the warp's domain was eroded, and the power of the Chaos Gods was weakened like never before.

Only at this moment did the Chaos Gods sense an uncontrollable threat and become extremely vigilant.

Their power extends, preparing to teach this alien chaotic god a profound lesson, just as they taught the newly emerged gods of the real universe ten thousand years ago.

However, this decision came to an abrupt halt when two enormous figures radiating endless light appeared beside that chaotic outline.

"...?"

Slaanesh, Tengachi, and Nurgle were momentarily confused and stunned, only then realizing that this change was not something they, as the masters, were facing three beings of the same level.

It was a war between five beings of the same level against the four Chaos Gods.

This result caught the four Chaos Gods completely off guard, and the numerous Chaos Lesser Gods deep within the warp felt an apocalyptic shock.

But the war-crazed heart of Khorne, who always loved blood and slaughter, remained unshaken, and the Lord of the Brass Throne let out a joyful and hearty laugh…

Chapter 256 Gods

The impact of the collision between subspaces was unexpectedly terrifying. The deafening roar even caused inexplicable panic among life in the real universe, with many creatures feeling as if their souls were about to be ripped from their bodies.

At that moment, many lives even glimpsed the bizarre and fantastical world hidden beyond the real universe, and the ocean raging with storms. Their souls were instantly twisted and almost corrupted on the spot.

Until a series of warm lights flickered and infinite waves swept across the universe, soothing those distorted souls and restoring them to their original state.

In the chaotic world ravaged by storms and debris, the King of Ultra felt the decay of the real universe and sighed in his heart. Although he had been prepared, he was still saddened by the sight.

The extent to which life in this universe has degenerated is unimaginable.

Noah remained silent. His silver-white body stood motionless amidst the raging chaotic storm, and his milky-white eyes swept across the universe and the subspace, radiating a dazzling light.

In just a moment, he understood everything.

In this chaotic world, and in the regions beyond the real universe, there are many remnants of the real universe, proving that the entire magnificent subspace was not generated by this single real universe.

As his gaze extended, an even more hidden scene was fully revealed before him.

Noah clearly saw that ten thousand years ago in the real universe, two humans fought in a special way, and the aftershocks destroyed many existing parallel universes.

They appear to be a father and son, one of whom gave up the chance to ascend to become a Chaos God, while the other was manipulated by the Chaos God before him, gaining control of a great deal of power, which led to his complete annihilation after his death.

The scene that came into view silenced Noah. He then looked into the distance at the dark sun high in the depths of the subspace—his father, who had survived.

But he was not a victor, only a dying father and a corpse with a heart for humanity.

That war nearly broke humanity's backbone, plunging humankind into a long process of decay.

The human lord named Neos won, but all he gained was an empire that was gradually heading towards death and a mess everywhere.

This result was also a source of regret for Noah.

He then looked again at the abstract entities that were manifested by the Chaos Gods. In his view, they were the source of all this disaster.

Beings as depraved as them, who are the source of all calamities, have no reason to exist.

Longbo's gaze swept past the chaotic storm before him, landing directly on the garden that exuded both decay and vitality, ignoring the sounds around him.

The Lord of the Brass Throne showed no fear in the face of such an asymmetrical war; his joy and fervor erupted like a volcano that had been building up for millions of years.

He arose from the throne filled with skulls and blood, and the power that permeated the entire warp converged, manifesting itself as an astonishing entity billions of light-years tall, containing infinite power.

This is not the way warp gods fight. As gods of this level, their battles are by no means the most primitive gladiatorial combat.

But He immediately recognized that these invaders were skilled in this fighting style, so He did not hesitate to materialize Himself as well.

The Lord of the Brass Throne rose in his domain, his body almost occupying the entire area. His heavy armor was as red as blood, covered with sharp bone spikes, and inlaid with skull fragments.

"Clang..."

As if cast from blood and brass, the sharp battle axe was pulled out with a roar. Thick blood formed from rich laws slid down the axe blade, and the cries of countless warriors swirled around it.

With His roar, the demons and fallen beings throughout the Blood Realm also roared furiously, bursting forth from the crimson realm like a red tide.

The Lord of the Brass Throne locked onto the three enemies ahead, leaping out of his domain with a triumphant laugh. The chaotic storm blocking his path vanished instantly, and the massive entity traversed the spacetime node.

The sharp axe blade fell, crimson light flashing at various points in time, and a furious roar echoed throughout the warp.

Faced with this direct blow aimed at his head, Longbo slightly raised his head, his azure eyes reflecting the chaotic rage, yet he remained unmoved by the laws of killing.

"No, you are not my target."

Longbo whispered, the Spear of Destiny in his hand piercing through space and time, surrounded by the power of laws, as he blasted a blow towards that corrupted subspace node.

Then, without even glancing at the Lord of the Brass Throne, He went straight into that corrupt dimension.

Behind Longbo, the army He had placed simultaneously appeared in this chaotic world, and millions of light life forms were exposed to this chaotic world, bathed in the impact of chaotic energy.

"Is this also... subspace?"

"What a disgusting world."