Black Throne area.

Black-Gear Grand Sage Kaul led the Tech-Priests in urgently repairing the damaged mechanical structures, the mechanical arms waving so fast that only blurry phantoms could be seen.

He was very anxious:

"You idiots, why don't you speed up the progress? Do you want to suffer the Savior's punishment?!"

According to the order issued by the Savior, if they could not repair all the mechanical structures within ten days, they would be punished with disconnection from the network.

And at least ten years starting.

For these machine-oilers, this was worse than killing them.

What was even more terrifying was that the Savior could easily do this. As long as he gave an order, the Machine Goddess would revoke their network permissions.

He could even erase their precious accounts and posts.

Such cruel punishment made many Tech-Priests of the Urdesh Mechanicum frightened and go all out.

Especially Kaul, the internet addict of the Urdesh Mechanicum, was so nervous that he was sweating profusely.

He had never been so nervous before when facing the Chaos tide and the erosion and co-option of the Master of Change.

He didn't even have time to taste his beloved fuel drink.

From this order, it could be seen that the Savior was really anxious and extremely valued the restoration task of the Black Throne.

There was no other way.

Now that the Chaos Gods were coming fiercely, and the Commorragh Webway was in a state of turmoil due to the Supreme Overlord Vect's ascension plan, they had to quickly repair the Black Throne.

In order to create a new protective barrier.

Otherwise, when the new offensive of the Chaos Gods came, they would have no means to deal with it.

"With more than 200,000 Tech-Priests and sufficient materials, the mechanical structures should be repaired according to the plan, right?"

Ron looked at the busy machine-oilers, feeling a little worried and even a hint of regret in his heart.

He also destroyed many buildings when he fought Old Carl before.

But there was no other way. In such high-intensity battles, there was no possibility of distraction at all.

Fortunately, he won in the end and did not allow the Chaos Demons to occupy this place.

This wave of Commorragh Webway must be defended, otherwise the early investment will be in vain, and the Emperor, his old man, will not be able to withstand this blow.

"Father... Father?!"

Inside the communication virtual image in front of the Black Throne, the eyes of Imperial Regent Guilliman widened, and his voice became stuttering.

He was a little excited and a little scared.

This Imperial Regent was inspecting the Imperial territory, responsible for the political reforms of the entire Empire.

Now his daily routine was to hurry through various Webways or Warp routes, participate in celebrations, hold meetings, receive meetings, and occasionally chop off the heads of some traitors.

In his busy schedule, he was also paying attention to Ron's situation.

Just now, Guilliman contacted the Hope Primarch Savior, wanting to ask some questions.

But when the communication virtual projection lit up, he saw the golden big guy on the Black Throne, so shocked that he almost couldn't speak.

At this time, Chapter Master Calgar of the Ultramarines and Chapter Master Mordren of the Angels of Absolution also saw this scene behind the Regent.

"Emperor Your Majesty!"

Ron raised his head embarrassedly to explain.

He almost forgot that he was still possessed by the Emperor's clone, which often leads to misunderstandings.

Buzz ~

Ron controlled the psychic energy, weakening the liquid halo emanating from his body, revealing his appearance.

If he didn't deliberately control it.

The whole person was like a golden light bulb, with full special effects at all times, appearing extremely solemn and sacred.

Ron explained the course of events and the current Chaos crisis to Guilliman in general.

"Unfortunately, we can't help you in time."

Guilliman was a little regretful.

He was now in a galaxy near the Eye of Terror, and even if he used the Webway route, it would take some time to reach Commorragh.

There was no way to catch up with this war.

"That was expected. Your mission is also very important. Moreover, I am not unprepared. There are also new powerful helpers on their way."

Ron didn't expect Guilliman's help either.

That guy's Indomitus Crusade was still coming to an end, and he couldn't spare many troops at all.

As for Old Guilliman's personal martial power, it couldn't play a big role in such a grand war.

It's better not to let him come over and get beaten.

Even if he was now controlling the Emperor's clone body, it would be difficult to resist a larger-scale Chaos tide. The best solution was to use the throne to build a barrier.

This was the only known way in the galaxy.

Afterwards, Ron learned from Guilliman that that guy's xenos confidante Yvraine had also led the Death Guard into the Webway.

Or they would also participate in this war.

Guilliman said that he would send a message to Yvraine, asking the leader of the Death Guard to join forces with the Savior to resist the Chaos Demons.

"Old Guilliman, I have to thank you for your help."

Ron smiled.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Now that a great enemy is present, the more troops that come to Commorragh, the better, so that they can slightly resist the Chaos Demons.

It's just that I don't know if the God of Death behind the Death Guard can resist the erosion of the Prince of Pleasure.

That guy is theoretically very powerful. After He is completely born, He will end the life of the Prince of Pleasure.

Of course, the price is the souls and lives of most Eldar.

Ron didn't quite understand the logic.

The Eldar resist the Prince of Pleasure and seek revenge, shouldn't it be for the continuation of the race?

There is a contradiction in this, that is, if the Eldar can resist the Prince of Pleasure and the race survives on a large scale, the Eldar God of Death will not be born.

Once the Eldar God of Death is born, it means that the Eldar are almost dead.

At this time, it is not very meaningful for the Eldar God of Death to come out and chop down the Prince of Pleasure. The remaining Eldar are not enough to continue to survive in the galaxy.

What is even more tragic is that if the Eldar want to summon the God of Death to defeat the Prince of Pleasure, in addition to collecting enough souls, they also need to collect the five Crone Swords.

Now they have collected four, and the last one is in the depths of the Prince of Pleasure's palace, which is equivalent to being in the belly of that Chaos God.

This creates a new contradiction.

If the Eldar want to attack the Prince of Pleasure and seek revenge, they must collect the five Crone Swords.

But to collect the five Crone Swords, they need to break into the Chaos Realm and defeat the Prince of Pleasure to get them.

If they have the ability to break into the Chaos Realm and snatch things from the Prince of Pleasure, what do they need the God of Death for?!

That is the realm of the Chaos Gods. Even the Emperor can't easily break into it, and snatching things is much more difficult than simply attacking.

The Prince of Pleasure would not be so stupid as to place such important things in a place that can be easily obtained.

Perhaps that Crone Sword is hidden in the belly of the Prince of Pleasure, as the legend says.

"It's tragic, the Eldar are finished..."

Ron sighed in his heart. Looking at it this way, the Eldar's efforts to struggle for ten thousand years have been in vain.

That little achievement is not as good as his own.

At least his Asurmen descendant persona has sheltered a large number of Dark Eldar, protecting them from the erosion of the Prince of Pleasure.

Those worshippers of the Eldar God of Death are more like accelerating the old car of the Eldar into the bottomless abyss, trying to perish together with the enemy in the abyss.

He even suspected that this was Tzeentch's conspiracy.

"Savior Your Excellency~"

Chapter Master Mordren of the Angels of Absolution, after obtaining the permission of the Imperial Regent, stepped forward to salute the Savior:

"I am Mordren, Chapter Master of the Angels of Absolution, the scion of Caliban's Lion.

Legend has it that you possess powerful prophetic abilities, able to seek the truth of the future from the shards of the Warp and reality with the All-Seeing Eye. We have a question that needs your answer."

"What... All-Seeing Eye?"

Ron was a little puzzled when he heard this.

Which Imperial bard or recorder added this setting to him?

The only reason he knew some things was that he knew the general direction of this world's timeline in advance.

Now it's the forty-second millennium of the Empire, and he doesn't know much after that. Who knows what GW will do next?!

But having the title of All-Seeing Eye is a good thing. Many things don't need to be explained.

Just say it's a prophecy.

Since these Angels of Absolution, the Lion's cubs, have questions to ask, then he will answer them within his ability.

It's not impossible.

"Scion of the Lion, speak your doubts."

Ron looked up at Mordren, layers of golden pupils flickering, his voice gentle and with a hint of vagueness.

He looked more like a prophet and charlatan.

There was no way, the psychic power on his body was too strong, and it came with special effects.

And it was under the circumstances of controlling the special effects, otherwise there would be several large halos on his head, making people afraid to look directly at him.

Mordren looked at the so holy Hope Primarch, becoming more and more respectful:

"The Imperial Regent Your Excellency once obtained the answer given by the Master of Change when interrogating a demon.

"That being claims our gene-father will awaken soon. We want to know if this is true?"

Currently, the Emperor's first son, Primarch of the First Legion, Lion El'Jonson, lies deep within the Dark Angels' monastery-fortress, asleep for ten thousand years.

No one knows when he will awaken, or if he will sleep forever.

The Dark Angels, and Lion El'Jonson's other uncorrupted sons, are all hoping for the return of their gene-father.

"Brother Roboute,

I remember you also said Lion El'Jonson would awaken, exactly the same as the Changer of Ways said."

Guilliman also had some anticipation.

Although he often had disputes with Lion El'Jonson, their relationship was good, and he hoped that brother would return to the Imperium soon.

Rohanne looked at Guilliman's expectant expression and curled her lips.

She was a little worried that Lion El'Jonson would fight with Guilliman after he returned. Those two couldn't be together without arguing.

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"The prophecy is true, the Lion El'Jonson of Caliban will return to the Imperium soon. He will awaken in the forests of Caliban…"

"Savior, do you know the exact location?"

Chapter Master Mordren of the Angels of Absolution was very excited to hear the news that his gene-father would awaken.

Rohanne shook her head and patiently explained:

"That is not the real forest of Caliban, but a realm between reality and illusion. Lion El'Jonson will possess new power.

Perhaps you can return to Caliban and wait."

She looked at Mordren and said with some emotion, "When that guy Lion El'Jonson returns, perhaps some of the loyalists can be exonerated.

During the fall of Caliban, there were too many misunderstandings, and loyalists were forced into exile…"

"The Lion's sons' hearts of loyalty have never changed."

Hearing this, Mordren's eyes were faintly tearful.

The members of the Angels of Absolution were once considered Fallen Angels, traitors by their brothers and the Imperium.

But these sons of Lion El'Jonson, forced into exile by the schemes of Chaos, are still loyal to the Imperium and are slowly returning to the embrace of the Imperium.

Rohanne didn't say much about this.

This was not something she could participate in. Only when Lion El'Jonson returned could the misunderstandings and entanglements of that year be resolved.

Lion El'Jonson was a hot-blooded young man back then, and his actions were a bit impulsive. Now, ten thousand years have passed.

That guy should be much more mature.

After giving her answer, Rohanne didn't say anything more. She didn't have that much energy to pay attention to the affairs of Caliban.

Perhaps after the war in the Commorragh webway ends, she can go to Caliban to find the artifact that is crucial to the webway.

But all of this is predicated on her being able to protect the Commorragh webway.

Afterwards, Rohanne and Guilliman discussed the future development path of the Imperium and the possible crises they might encounter.

"Can you hold on over there?"

Guilliman looked at the Savior on the Black Throne, his brow furrowed.

Looking at her like this, he inexplicably thought of the Emperor, his father.

At that time, the Emperor was also trapped on the Golden Throne like this, his body gradually withering.

The Imperial Regent did not want his brother to end up the same way.

Rohanne smiled gently, quite confidently: "Of course there's no problem. When have you ever seen me do something I wasn't sure of?"

"Brother, then we await your triumphant return."

Guilliman nodded and looked at the White Scars Primarch who was approaching: "Khan, Rohanne's safety is entrusted to you."

He obviously knew about the White Scars Primarch's return. They had communicated once before, but neither side was very enthusiastic.

After all, their relationship before was also relatively cold.

The White Scars Primarch, Jaghatai Khan, nodded without saying anything.

This Fifth Primarch, the Warhawk of Chogoris, didn't like Guilliman's pretentious manner, and he also liked to give orders.

Soon, the two sides ended the communication.

After the communication ended, Rohanne's face collapsed, without any of the previous confidence.

Looking at the Khan's hesitant expression, she knew that the probability of her squatting on the black toilet had increased again.

Rohanne swallowed:

"Old Khan, my heart can't take it very well.

Can you tell me euphemistically, how is the situation in Commorragh? How many rifts are there? Where have the rifts appeared?"

The White Scars Legion had placed reconnaissance teams in various webway locations throughout Commorragh, which could monitor the situation in various areas of the webway in real time.

The Khan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, also frightened by the received news: "Perhaps, you should ask where there are still no rifts."

"Hiss ~"

Hearing this, Rohanne's eyes suddenly went dark.

She stabilized her emotions before slowly asking: "Then… where in Commorragh is still safe and has no rifts?"

The Khan lowered his head and looked at the intelligence file, and was immediately stunned.

His silence was deafening.

"I understand what you mean…"

Rohanne was a little hypoxic, took a deep breath, and felt like her butt was sitting on a volcano.

Is it still too late to run away?!

The Khan closed the data slate and added embarrassedly: "Just a few minutes ago, those places had no rifts, but now they all do.

Now veil rifts have appeared everywhere in Commorragh, and the scale of the rifts is constantly expanding."

At this time, Rohanne also received an emergency report from the Savior's Territory Military Department.

According to predictions, veil rifts have appeared throughout Commorragh, and the scope of Chaos involvement is difficult to estimate.

Their armed forces in the webway are difficult to match.

In simple terms, Rohanne's little army is not enough for the invading Chaos Daemons to fill their teeth.

The only good news is that the rifts are not stable enough to accommodate a large-scale Chaos incursion, and there is still a week to prepare for war.

"It seems that the Chaos Gods have arranged a backup plan, we are in trouble…"

Rohanne sighed.

This time, the rift in the Commorragh webway is no smaller than the one under Holy Terra's butt, and may even be larger in scale.

The Daemons pouring out of the rift are enough to submerge many star sectors, and it is almost impossible to physically block them with an army.

Imagine the Tyranid swarm covering the sky and the sun.

Those Chaos Daemons will only be more terrifying, and will pour out 360° from any possible direction, ignoring all obstacles.

It is also accompanied by huge psychic pollution.

Rohanne leaned on the Black Throne and slowly closed her eyes:

"Now we can only evacuate the personnel in advance, and then close or even destroy the entrances of the relevant webways."

Afterwards, she switched to the Asurmen descendant persona, and the golden Emperor clone fell into silence, but still exuded the soul aura belonging to the Savior.

Under the constraints of the Black Throne, even if she switches personas, it is difficult for her to escape from this clone body.

… …

Commorragh.

The sky is shrouded in ominous mist, and faint glimpses of huge dark red wounds can be seen behind the mist.

The veil of this dark city has been torn apart, stretching into the endless distance, and terrifying things crawl out from the other side, accompanied by murmuring whispers.

There are too many of them.

It is a chorus composed of endless wails, like the chimes of a church ringing from every blood-filled rooftop.

Abominations pour out of the cruel depths of the warp, through the decadent flesh workshops, dungeons, spiers, bridges, shouting, screaming.

They merge with more pain, becoming a carnival of terror.

Amidst the roar of artillery fire and the flash of swords, blood splatters on the black walls, and those undead daemons kill and destroy.

The collapse of the dark city's spires set off clouds of black debris, and the Dark Eldar felt the tremors of impending destruction.

Everything is falling apart.

They scream in panic and fear.

"No… Commorragh has fallen into destruction, and the Hungry Lady will take away the souls of all of us!"

The Dark Eldar merchant Bairon knelt on the ground, holding his child, his face full of fearful tears, and the surrounding area was already full of corpses.

In despair, the Dark Eldar merchant thought of something, as if grasping at the only straw:

"Long live the Asurmen descendant!

Savior of the Eldar, Black Sun of Commorragh, save your poor people!"

At the moment when the abomination's claws fell, the shadows on the ground became distorted, and a nightmare monster drilled out from it, using a blade to block the fatal attack.

Buzz ~

Bairon raised his head in fear and gratitude, and saw the huge virtual image of the Asurmen descendant.

That being's phantom was overlooking the lives in this area…