Warhammer 40k Origins Stellaris Civilization Simulator

Storm King Imotekh may be extremely angry about this situation, but he has to admit that the war has been lost. The Storm Dynasty's fleet was completely destroyed in the surprise attack, and the Helka Federation's army is well-rested. Now he should not think about how to win, but to preserve his core territory to ensure that he has the strength to make a comeback. Now is the time for the lurking minions to endure.

On Mandala Prime, the Storm King walked to the central control console, and his orders were like thunder, shaking the core of the entire dynasty.

"Activate the ultimate defense program."

The Breath of the Gods energy collector began to operate at full power, the light of countless stars was rapidly extracted, the fragments of the Star God were connected into a complete array, and the core galaxy of the entire Sotek Dynasty began to echo with ancient resonances, which were the echoes of the Star God being activated.

"Shut down the entire reality."

An unprecedented dark sky unfolded in the universe, and a barrier on the scale of light years spread rapidly, absorbing all information, all energy, and even the speed of time flow was changing.

The Helka Federation's fleets, upon witnessing this scene, all fell into a brief stagnation. This was not a phenomenon within known cosmic physics, but rather a completely different set of rules, a tampering of the cosmic order by the Undead Dynasty.

The fleet's detection system fell into darkness, and the sensors could not receive any information behind the barrier. Even psychic fluctuations could not penetrate the barrier.

At this moment, the Storm King built a real "Wall of Death".

The Helka Federation's fleet stopped in front of the dark sky. They tried to attack, tried to bypass, and tried to analyze the darkness in various ways, but in the end they all failed.

This barrier is part of reality itself; it cannot be directly breached, and may not even be truly traversable.

They were stopped, at least for now, and that made Imotekh feel relieved.

It is rumored that commanders of high-intensity modern wars often possess various quirks, which are a way to relieve the stress caused by the tension of war.

The pursuit of so-called glory, the boasting of chivalry and perfect victory only appear in the game of beating the weak in the Middle Ages, and the real war at present can only make people feel relieved when it stops.

This is the danger of war.

……

The Storm King ordered the phase technicians to fully activate the high-power Breath of the Gods energy collector, burning a large amount of stellar energy to supply the Star God fragments, and then connected these Star Gods together to create such a "super phase barrier".

This super phase barrier, extending on the scale of light years, is like the legendary Jedi Skyway, dividing the Federation forces and the core planet of the Necron Sotek Dynasty into two worlds.

The extended phase barrier directly cuts through many ordinary desolate or imperial galaxies, creating a spectacular "Chu River and Han River Boundary" in the universe.

This sky curtain, which absorbs all energy and information, is essentially a fragment of reality. Perhaps only weapons that can penetrate the universe itself can disintegrate it. Even with the Federation's technology, there is currently nothing they can do about it.

In the end, the federal fleet had no choice but to retreat and declare a temporary truce.

……

But both sides of the battle knew that it was not over yet.

The Federation is producing new warships at a rate of seconds, preparing to bypass the Death Sky from the side, occupy those galaxies on the side, and then continue to attack the Mandala Crown World.

The Storm King is well aware of this. While he orders the Core World to rapidly restore its armaments, he is also preparing to send envoys to find the Silent King.

Although he has always had the ambition to replace the Silent King, but facing the current situation: the Ancient Saints are about to return, and the critical situation of the War in Heaven is approaching, he can only temporarily obey the leadership of the Silent King and make victory in the Second World War his first goal.

Both sides stopped fighting, but never said they were no longer enemies.

Just halftime.

152

Chapter 152 A gathering of storms.

The Federation's recovery process was brief and somewhat terrifying.

The world of the Helka Federation shouldn't be like this.

At the end of this unprecedented war, the entire Federation should have been immersed in pain and sorrow, with countless citizens turned to dust in the flames of war and countless cities reduced to nothingness in the ruthless invasion.

We have seen burning, destruction, and collapse. Our enemies, the Necrons, were once mighty, their armor impenetrable, their fleets tireless, their machines merciless.

Although, now they have fallen, their warships turned into fragments in space, their ruthless warriors are blown away like dust by our storms. But they have hurt us deeply.

We won hard, and we deserve to be sad.

But why don’t we have it?

Why, when the Chief Consul stood on the highest tower of the Helka headquarters, facing the live broadcast of the entire federation, and looking at those magnificent victory commemorations, an uncontrollable smile appeared on her face?

She quickly adjusted her expression. This was not the expression a leader should have at such a moment, but... when she looked around, she found that she was not the only one.

Around her, the members of the Supreme Council, the generals of the major legions, the diplomats, and the scientists were all smiling, even snickering, and the sound was getting louder and louder.

No, you can’t laugh, you can’t laugh! Damn it, you can’t laugh anymore!

This war cost the entire Helka Federation countless planets, razed countless homes, and forever destroyed countless loved ones. We should grieve, mourn, and weep bitterly. We should use all our sorrow to remember this, to remember our sacrifice.

But why does all this make us feel...

So so so so delightful!

Our enemies, it is a good thing you died!

How could we stand so high if your corpses had not paved our path?

How high is it? So high that even we ourselves can't believe it, so high that we suddenly realize that there seems to be nothing in the galaxy that can make us bow our heads again.

Someone couldn't help it first and burst into laughter. Then, like an infectious disease, people in the entire Helka capital, every city in the federation, every ascended city, and every space station began to laugh crazily.

They laughed so happily and so heartily, as if the whole world had turned into a comedy at this moment.

Those soldiers who were maimed in the war should have mourned their comrades, but they hugged each other and laughed out loud; those refugees who lost everything in this war should have cried, but instead they knelt on the ground, looked up at the stars and laughed out loud; those people who were worried about what to do after the war said nothing, they just laughed, laughed so hard that they couldn't breathe, laughed until tears flowed, laughed until the whole reality and psychic plane were trembling!

A certain great power spread to the entire Helka Federation like an invisible ripple, from the material world to the abyss plane, leaving echoes in the past, present and future.

Whether they were psychically sensitive or ordinary people, at this moment, they felt that something had taken up residence in their hearts, as if they heard a voice whispering in their ears.

"It's not enough. How much of a deterrent is this?"

We should grieve, but the "Worm of Time" has long told us that grief is a false concept.

We don't need to mourn loss, because no one has ever been lost. They are on their timeline, laughing wildly like us.

It’s just that ordinary people can’t hear it.

Those lost souls, those soldiers who turned to dust in the war, they still exist, and at some point in the past, they were also laughing their heads off.

It should be so.

When that indescribable impulse disappeared, the people of Helka seemed to return to normal.

There is nothing abnormal and no sequelae.

All officials returned to their posts, all workers resumed work, all scholars began to study the new discoveries after the war, and all generals began to formulate new strategies.

Nothing seemed to have changed, except for one insignificant detail.

When an engineer stood in the orbital dock and looked at the huge shipyards in front of him, he suddenly realized something.

“Why do we need these bulky industrial facilities?”

Wouldn't it be better to just use minerals directly?

……

The series of terrifying achievements made by the Helka Federation so far and the terrifying psychic resonance just now will inevitably make other new and old troops in the galaxy uneasy. They may not be the troops who were tortured on the battlefield, but they are definitely not easier off than the Undead Overlords who faced the war head-on.

……

Never before had the Imperium faced such a critical moment. In the ten thousand years since the Imperium of Mankind was born, it had endured countless crises, faced countless enemies, and grappled with countless wars. Aliens, heretics, traitors, the encroachment of Chaos—these ever-present threats left a trail of blood and fire on every page of the Imperium's history.

However, even in the darkest times, the High Lords of the Empire, the Inquisitors of the Tribunal, the Space Marines and Astra Militarum, every subject of the Empire can still believe in the might of the Imperium and the Emperor of Mankind, and believe that warriors forged in holy blood can crush their enemies one by one under the glory of the Emperor.

But now, they are no longer sure.

Now, they can only watch as bad news comes one after another, tearing apart the empire's former glory and shaking the faith on which they depend for survival.

They understood that in this long dark night, the empire was no longer a lofty ruler, but a corpse being torn apart, a crumbling behemoth.

It all began with the emergence of the Great Heresy in the Kronus Expanse.

The Chronus Expanse, once considered an insignificant part of the Imperium's northern sector, has now become the starting point of its destruction.

Once upon a time, this was one of the many territories of the human empire, the center of countless war factories, the source of countless tithes. But now, it has ignited the flames of the most terrible rebellion.

The Inquisition has always been wary of Grand Inquisitor Carcaza's research. It is said that he has been trying to study the remains of Katan, analyze the existence of those so-called "Star Gods", and even make them serve the Empire, but he went too far and eventually made a big mistake.

But even the most cautious Inquisitor could not have anticipated that the results of Carcazza's research would have such terrible consequences, a complete disaster.

An unprecedented heretic, after seizing the power of Catan, rose to become the ruler of the Kronus Expanse. This heretic, known as the "Ronin King" von Valancius by the rebels, declared his independence from the Imperial rule with his merchant fleet.

If it was just a rebellious warlord, the empire could send an expeditionary force to suppress it, but something more terrifying appeared in the center of the Ronin Dynasty.

It was an unprecedented massacre.

The expeditionary force dispatched by the Empire hadn't even figured out the true nature of their enemy before they officially engaged in battle. The Empire's strategic database had never recorded a fleet of this magnitude, never described a fleet of this bizarre form. They were neither common aliens, nor the twisted creations of Chaos, nor the cold, inorganic Necrons, nor the biological fleets of the Hive, but something completely unclassifiable.

When the Empire's fleet leaped to the outskirts of Kronus, they saw a magnificent scene, like an army from heaven descending to earth.

One after another, gigantic cosmic monsters appeared, followed by warships, interspersed with countless flickering void clouds. An extremely powerful psychic force resonated around these troops, temporarily driving away even the Divine Emperor's light.

All of this demonstrates a great majesty called the Golden Age, whose beauty brought by its neatness and order transcends all the dirty, decadent and dark things.

The alien fleets came like a tide, and the Imperial Expeditionary Force was completely annihilated in just one standard day. The aliens used their cosmic monsters, alien gods, and countless powerful warships to instantly defeat the Imperial Expeditionary Fleet and in turn invaded more Imperial worlds.

When the alien offensive was finally halted by the struggles of the Dark Angels and the Iron Hands, as well as some unknown reasons within their own ranks, the entire Calixis sector was almost no longer owned by the Empire.

This is not the most shocking news. After sorting out the communications sent by the Ultramarines many years ago, the inquisitors of the Alien Court discovered that the alien empire "Helka Alliance" had a head-on battle with the Five Hundred Worlds many years ago.

The forces they possessed at the time were far smaller in strength and numbers than they are today. In a short period of time, they developed—or more likely revived—an army of unimaginable size and began to operate in the area near Terra. An enemy of this magnitude could not have emerged from scratch. Rumors say they are the last members of the "Old Ones" race that emerged from slumber along with the Necrons.

Just recently, an almost panicked astropathic communication brought even more terrifying news, which was about these Federation aliens. Their struggle with the Necrons created a huge space-time fault zone spanning an inestimable distance in the Far East. Countless normal routes were cut off, and countless worlds trapped in it lost contact.

The threat posed by these two dangerous alien empires, the Necrons and the Helka, has far surpassed the legendary Randan. Their existence is inevitably causing the empire to lose its northern territory and eastern territories.

The war between the Necrons and Helka has begun to change the landscape of the galaxy, and the Empire can't even intervene!

If these two formidable enemies were still fighting each other, and if they were far away from Terra, the remaining intelligence would not be something the human empire could sit back and watch.

At the same time, bad news continued to arrive from the northern theater of war - the War for Armageddon was in full swing, and the planet was about to fall under the threat of a new green-skinned warlord, the "Great Khan".

The medallions once offered by humans now lie in ruins. The Great Khan of the Greenskins leads an unprecedentedly powerful warband of Orcs, nearly annihilating the battlefield. Their numbers, strength, and ferocity far surpass any Orc army the Empire has ever faced. Some even whisper in private, wondering if they are remnants of the Beast Wars. Is the Greenskin crisis about to resurface?

To make matters worse, the defenses of the northern fortress planet of Cadia have also been eroded by Chaos.

The four chosen Chaos Space Marines appeared at the same time, creating a series of Chaos invasions around the Cadia Sector. This was clearly a signal for the Black Crusade to begin again. The thirteenth Black Crusade was about to begin.

As for other "common" threats such as the Tyranids and the Eldar, they now seemed amiable. This was no longer the failure of a single battle or the fall of a single sector, but a crisis for the entire empire.

The darkest era has arrived. The entire empire is being attacked by all its enemies at the same time. It is said that even the light of the Astronomican itself has begun to dim, making space travel more and more dangerous for the residents of the empire. Perhaps the end times have really begun.

Fyodor Karamazov, the representative of the Inquisition, chosen to present the crisis to the Council of High Lords, the most ruthless and strong-willed Grand Inquisitor of the entire Inquisition, a man with a heart of stone, now found himself panic-stricken and powerless.

He suppressed his inner fear and confusion as he looked at the report in his hand. Every word was like a cold thorn, piercing into his soul.

The Federation's army's territory is expanding daily, Zerg fleets are constantly being discovered at the edge of the galaxy, the Necromancer Catacombs are awakening at an alarming rate, the Eldar are holding an unprecedented grand gathering, the legend of the Green Khan, the Thirteen Black Crusades...

And, on a single day, every resident of the Imperium heard a sound they believed was a harbinger of Judgment Day, for later reports stated that the statues of the God-Emperor of Mankind on every Temple World began to weep.

The Empire was dying, the God-Emperor was weakening, and humanity was heading for destruction. He could no longer endure it, and he tore at his few remaining hairs, roaring uncontrollably: "O Emperor and Primarch!"

It seemed that the warriors of the entire Imperium were powerless and unable to save themselves. Unless the Emperor appeared and the Primarch was resurrected, there was no way to save the situation.

They could only pray now. While they were praying, a mysterious group of people began to set out from Terra, heading towards Caliban, Baal and the Five Hundred Worlds.

……

The eternal abyss of chaos has never been so uneasy.

At the center of the eight-pointed star, a fissure suddenly tore through the very fabric of chaos. It burned silently, its purple light gleaming alarmingly, devouring any consciousness that might glimpse it.

It belonged neither to the past, present, nor future. It transcended time, even the very definition of Chaos itself. The dark gods stood upon their invisible thrones, gazing at the crack in silence.

Khorne narrowed his eyes, a crimson glow dancing wildly in them. He could smell the scent of rust in the air, but he couldn't identify whose blood it was. He gripped his weapon tightly, a raging rage threatening to charge and tear apart the ominous presence. Who dared to open this wound on his battlefield? His roar roared like thunder, roiling the blood-stained battlefields.

The Lord of Change, Sin Lizhi, extended his tentacles from the Crystal Labyrinth, groping through countless tapestries of conspiracy, attempting to find the source of this rift. However, the moment he touched the rift, all the scripts of his destiny were torn apart, and the future became unpredictable. He watched with excitement as unimaginable changes unfolded.

Nurgle twisted his body, which was oozing with corruption and filth, in displeasure. When the rift appeared, he felt a certain sluggish power dissipating, and the stability of the reassuring decay was torn apart. His face became gloomy, and the old grandfather's mask of kindness was removed.

The youngest of the four chuckled softly, standing on tiptoe and gracefully twirling around the rift. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and a disconcerting smile played on her lips. She felt an indescribable throbbing, an emotion deeper than pain, deeper than joy, sweeping across the sea of her soul. She whispered softly, her fingertips tracing the void, as if wanting to touch the rift. This feeling was more intoxicating than frivolous temptation and indulgence; the desire for the dangerous unknown surpassed all else.

This shouldn't be happening. Chaos itself is the greatest variable, and now, something is transcending Chaos's will, tearing a rift in the center of the octagon that even they cannot understand.

However, beyond the fear, a kind of inexplicable joy also quietly rose. The God of Darkness was feeling an unprecedented enthusiasm, a brand-new destructive force that was about to come.

They will not be the leaders of destruction, and may even be swallowed by it, but they still add fuel to the fire. On the one hand, this is due to their extreme nature that tends towards self-destruction. On the other hand, only more darkness can bring the opportunity to defeat this new player.

Then, the Lord of Change smiled cunningly, his voice as soft as silk yet full of menace: "It seems that it is time to whip our chess pieces again."

The unknown smell of blood excitedly threw down the nail and said, "We can't let our 'Warmaster' stand still! Let him ruthlessly tear the chains apart and let his flames of war burn even more fiercely!"