Chapter also known as: Chaos, but Warhammer.

A thought every day: Knowing something is impossible and doing it is benevolence.

Of course, the war is not only happening here, there are also battles starting in other directions in the three-dimensional universe at the same time.

The main force of the sector fleet in the Sun Star Region received an over-level transfer order from the Throne Court during a routine cruise in the sector, ignoring the high lord of the navy, the Grand Marshal.

Hundreds of large warships, led by Admiral Dros Pan, the admiral of the Navy, set up an ambush under the starry sky near the Storm Starfield without knowing who the enemy was, and fought the Khorne army head-on.

Secretly.

The main fleet of Gray Knights in the Order of the Holy Hammer suddenly disappeared from the sight of the Tribunal. Under the guidance of the Prophet Brotherhood, the entire Gray Knights Chapter was on an unmanned system in the Pacific Star Territory, just returning from subspace.

The Typhons fleet that climbed out was blocked...

Riots suddenly broke out in hundreds of hives in several star systems in the Storm Star Territory. The large-scale Salish sect suddenly broke out and launched an attack. The local defense forces and the naval ships on the star port also declared their losses one after another.

The Death Watch and the nuns of the National Church who are on their way to suppress are overwhelmed, and a fleet from subspace is about to appear in a large-scale sacrificial ceremony.

An unknown First Legion passed by, destroyed it, and then left without saying a word. All bystanders were silenced, and only the local server had some incomplete data records...

There are more conspiracies brewing in the hidden starry sky. Large-scale invasion and resistance battles have already taken place, and small-scale infiltrations are naturally undergoing various contests silently.

An Orc fleet that had just evolved from the ground to the interstellar era, after smelling the almost boiling Waaaaaaah smell here, rushed here happily and met another Tzeentch warband head-on.<

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And just over a hundred light years away from where they fought, an army from Comoros just emerged from the webway and saw a dynasty of undead that had awakened in advance because it sensed an abnormality...

The entire southeastern part of the empire was in chaos at this time, and the empire's high lord council expressed its powerlessness in the face of the snow-like battle reports.

The densely packed markings of new battle zones were transmitted to the top brass of all the armed forces of the empire through the inter-galactic communications of the astropaths.

Even the Lords of Ultramar who are far away in the Ultramar Star Territory and the Black Templar Grand Marshal who is still fighting in the Ghoul Star Territory further away are aware of the war here.

More details and intelligence were not sent to them in time, and these soldiers who had fought all their lives could only make decisions based on intuition.

"Blessed by the God Emperor! No matter why they come! As long as they want something, we can do the opposite!" said the Grand Marshal.

This is the most fundamental intuition of these soldiers, and it is also the tacit understanding they have reached across the stars as the top leaders of the imperial force.

The Ultramarines sub-group in the Storm Star Territory and the Black Templar fleet that was conducting an expedition nearby both received their respective orders soon.

After preparing urgent supplies, they all changed the direction of the fleet and rushed towards Calvin's galaxy.

Since the Soul Catastrophe War, it is the first time that such a large-scale battle involving such a wide range of things has been launched in the Storm Star Territory.

The high lords of the empire discovered with difficulty that in the short period of less than 200 years after the split of New Terra, the situation in the empire seemed to be on the verge of getting out of control again...

Calvin didn't know about this large-scale battle surrounding him. Even if he knew, he had no time to care about the casualties on the battlefield at this moment.

At this time, his spiritual energy has been completely revived. After the confinement of the power of time and space has been completely broken, the space here is squeezing his existence all the time, trying to kick him back to where he belongs.
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He is fighting against this repulsive force with all his strength in order to complete this significant ceremony.

Four hundred Astartes warriors have made advance preparations, and the warbands they came from have also completed the corresponding memory and data cleaning procedures.

Once they successfully emerge from this ceremony, what awaits these new Gray Knights will be the beginning of a brand new life.

The four hundred candidates entered the venue first, and the equipment for the transformation ceremony was basically in place. The mechanical priests led by the biological sage and the pharmacists of the battle group also entered the venue later.

All preparations were in place, and under the watchful eyes of the higher-ups of the battle group and the cardinal sages, Calvin slowly walked towards the psychic matrix in the center of the venue.

"Father."

Alan Janus stopped Calvin in a complicated tone. Looking at everything in front of him, he still didn't know where he came from.

But it took less than a hundred years for a new personality to be established. He has no memories of the past and has no interest in the experiences of those times.

Unlike other legions of Astartes who have memories of their pre-reformation, given his blank personality, Alan is sincere to Calvin as a father.

"Any more questions? My child." Calvin agreed.

He also has special feelings for Allen. He has never been married in this life, but fate dictates that under the blessing of the emperor, he has a life in which he can realize his dreams, and he has one and more children soon.
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These children not only inherited his genetic expression, but also inherited his vision spiritually and career-wise.

This kind of double inheritance is undoubtedly what any father dreams of. Because only in this way can they be regarded as the continuation of the true meaning of their lives in Calvin's eyes.

"Father, I have a hunch that it's not a good one..."

Alan Janus looked worriedly at Calvin, who was wearing a simple linen robe in front of him, and said calmly.

He inherited the blood of Calvin. In this idealistic universe, in a sense, he also inherited a trace of Calvin's soul.

Therefore, after becoming a Gray Knight, he was born with an instinctive ability to control powerful psychic energy. He also had a vague perspective on the future of time and space like all powerful psychics.

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This kind of peek into the future has never worked for Calvin before, because the power he represents is so dazzling in Allen's eyes, like a white-gold star that shines and heats all the time, making people

People cannot look directly.

But now, just as Calvin was about to enter the ceremony venue, he actually felt a rare and huge depression.

In his perception, the white-gold sun is now unable to break free from the prison of fate, and the edge of the brilliant light has begun to have a haze symbolizing doom...

"I understand, I understand."

Calvin nodded gently to Allen, comforting the warrior who was a little too worried about his safety and lost his position.

Of course Calvin understands. With Allen's psychic ability, he can sense things. As a more powerful power holder, how can he not be unclear about it?

But there are some things that you can’t just avoid doing if you understand them, let alone knowing that you can’t do them.

Calvin knew that his soul was so special that it played an irreplaceable role in guiding time and destiny.

And his time journey this time is so bizarre, it is an act of transgression. After he tries to go further to change his destiny, he will undoubtedly become more conspicuous in the eyes of the gods.

He has long been aware of the evil god's gaze on him.

During the hundred years of the mortal era on the surface, he secretly cut off the tentacles extended by the evil gods more than once.

War and killing, power and women, fame and complacency, despair and self-abandonment... Chaos' temptation and pollution to him never stopped, and as his return date approached, it became more and more undisguised and unscrupulous.<

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He understands that this is the price of crossing the line, and he also understands that this is the anger and embarrassment after the failure that the gods cannot hide while venturing their power wantonly.

How could anyone refuse their invitation?

How could anyone refuse their kindness?

How dare he?

How could he!

Is it possible that he really compares himself to that collection of human will?

Is it possible that he really wants to overthrow the dignity of the gods in front of them?

How is this possible! How arrogant this is!

The man who tried to play with the gods has paid the price! This man will be no exception!

The ocean of ether in the subspace is rolling up terrifying waves. The stars seem small under such huge waves, and the space of the galaxy is not enough to accommodate the boundless anger gathered together under the rare unified will of the gods!

This ancient world of souls is brewing with great power. After outside intervention failed, the gods have rolled up their sleeves and are ready to end it themselves.

As long as Calvin starts the ceremony, their supreme power will be instantly manifested in the real universe!

Take him away! Take him away!

Facing the existence of the gods will cause his will to be crushed and corrupted! Let him become the slave of the gods from now on! Become the greatest co-choice of the four gods in history!

If not, then destroy him!

The gods have personally come to an end, just like the wheel of fate, as long as it turns, there must be an echo!

They will use their own power to strangle this special existence, pull out his soul, and tear apart his will. They will hang his fragments outside the halls of the gods, and use his eternal wail that resounds through the subspace to serve as a memorial to future generations.

People serve as role models!

The air on the St. Chris is condensing. In an environment of constant temperature and humidity, everyone present can clearly feel the abnormal coldness in the air.

This is an ominous omen, but fortunately Calvin was prepared.

He did not have a well-prepared environment like the Emperor and Malcador, so to avoid being affected, the St. Chris had left the system three days ago.

They were performing this significant ceremony in the uninhabited deep space outside the galaxy.

As Calvin stood in the center of the psychic array, rare ice crystals were condensing on the transparent gravitational field dome.

"Sir!" Adelaide's soldier's intuition and sense of danger made him shout loudly, but under Calvin's gaze, he didn't know how to dissuade him.

He could only watch the burly figure of the opponent slowly turn around and connect the pipelines of the psychic array to himself one by one.

Buzz!

As Calvin's psychic energy began to pass through, the cables on the surface began to heat up rapidly. The cooling device began to circulate spontaneously before the temperature alarm device came on, but it still could not stop the alloy pipeline from vibrating at an extremely low frequency.<
To be continued...