The Creators: From Night City

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"176392 types of viruses have been identified, but the Empire has only recorded less than 20% of them. My private biological council will do its best to develop corresponding vaccines and cures before we reach Macragge. However, many 'spiritual plagues' have been personally blessed by the Plague Lord and cannot be effectively analyzed in a short time."

"Leave it to me!" At this moment, Rasmar was radiant with a thousand auras, his outward magic making him look like a bright light bulb with an unpredictable brightness.

"I will find a way to break these plagues."

As the name suggests, 'spiritual plague' is a plague mixed with spiritual energy. These artificially created plagues are influenced by spiritual energy factors, and their methods of taking effect, infection routes, and clinical symptoms are all highly subjective.

The 'Invisible Plague' that spreads through emotions; the 'Rust Plague' that specifically infects metals; the 'Parasitic Plague' that actively attacks; the 'Flesh-Scraping Rain' that specifically infects the atmosphere; the 'Twilight Swelling' that infects water vapor; or even the 'Staggering Rot' that resembles Resident Evil, spread through bodily fluids and turning infected individuals into plague zombies—all are among the best of these.

These 'spiritual plagues' cannot be stopped from spreading using conventional disinfection and containment measures, let alone find an effective cure.

For a world already infected, the Empire's most efficient and commonly used method is an 'extermination order'.

A single whirlwind torpedo can bake a planet into a giant glass bead – a clean and hygienic solution.

However, this kind of spiritual plague is obviously no match for necromancers who are well-versed in this art. In addition, with the existence of 'samples', the antidote is already within easy reach.

The sealed hatch opened, and Titus, covered in gunpowder smoke, led the three old hunters, who were as clean as ever, into the Great Sage's information security room.

"The 'End' has been destroyed," Titus reported bluntly to the group.

“Great Sage, I don’t understand. The Starforge’s armed forces could clearly cripple the enemy at the very beginning of the war. Why did they have to deliberately engage in a boarding battle?”

“It is all the will of Om Messiah,” Kaul explained.

In reality, all of this was the Emperor's hindsight plan. This gambler at the card table shared the same hobby as Tzeentch: he liked to peek at the 'script'.

Of course, the future is not static, and what psychic prophecies see is not the absolute future. All the Emperor can do is to select the most favorable stream for the human empire from among countless streams of destiny and explore its possibility of existence.

Throughout this process, he also had to endure the interference of a certain large blue bird, constantly engaging in an endless game of wits with the mastermind behind the conspiracy.

Fortunately, the elderly people using the golden toilet are already used to it and have some experience with it.

In fact, the 'Starforger' itself was a tempting bait, luring Nurgle, or rather, the demonic Primarch under Nurgle's command—Mortarian.

Unfortunately, this Death Reaper, perhaps due to his profound mastery of numerology, or perhaps due to Tzeentch's interference, did not fall into the trap.

However, by killing two birds with one stone, capturing a demon prince of Nurgle could be considered as fulfilling the established goal.

Strangely enough, after Typhon's defeat, the warp storm that had trapped the Starforger quickly subsided, and the Imperial Starbow shone brightly once more.

But this is not surprising, since the Emperor was the one who caused this subspace storm.

As people age, they become cunning and horses grow old and slippery. The Lord of Humanity is well-versed in the ways of fighting against the four Chaos Gods.

He deeply understood that the four gods were not a united front, and they did not share information with each other. Even when they cooperated, the four gods would always be secretly pursuing their own agendas.

Where there are gaps, there is room for maneuver.

While stirring up trouble in the warp is a tactic often employed by Tzeentch, it doesn't mean the Emperor can't do it.

If necessary, he could also stir up trouble in the warp, even masquerading as Tzeentch's doing.

Take this time, for example.

As the saying goes, emperors cleverly manipulate trends, while Naghu's carelessness leads to Typhon's downfall; in the end, it's all about scheming.

As for whether doing so might be discovered beforehand, let's put it this way: Tzeentch will definitely not come forward to explain; he neither wants to nor can he.

Given his infamous reputation, any explanation would be useless.

No one (the devil) will believe in Him, no one (the devil)!

The waterway returned to calm, and the Starforger's voyage ended smoothly.

Tzeentch did not appear until the Ark was about to leap out of the warp.

Of course, this master of change never disappoints.

After the massive ship leaped out of the subspace channel node, what awaited the 'Saving Private Guilliman' squad at the edge of the Altrama sector in the Extreme Starfield was not a friendly Ultramarines chapter, but another unexpected enemy of the Empire.

The Terran Zerg.

Within minutes of the mechanical ark leaping out of the jump point, a large swarm of Zerg biological fleets gathered in space quickly detected the sudden arrival of this fleet through detection methods and reacted immediately.

Under the command of the Hive Mind, four enormous biological organisms known as 'Zerg Bioships' quickly turned their 'ships' around, broke away from the fleet, and surrounded the 'Starforger'.

The attack began before either side entered visual range and the range of conventional weapons.

These 'Leviathan' bio-warships continuously throbbed their flesh-and-blood hulls, and used their body cavities to eject small pods outwards, like dandelion seeds falling into a sea of ​​stars, enveloping the Great Sage Kaul's beloved mechanical ark.

Inside the Starforger, the space jump warning had just been turned off when the enemy engagement alert was immediately sounded.

Chapter 1023 It's all scheming

On the stage of Galaxy Unlimited Brawl, apart from the pink-haired 'Titanium,' none of the leading actors are cheapskates.

The Tyranids, who invaded from outside the Milky Way, are among the most outstanding.

They are an absolute biological catastrophe; these insects are frantically craving biomass, spiritual energy, and the ability to devour everything.

They do not produce anything and have no 'property' either. After defeating them, the victor gains nothing but some biomass that is not even enough to cover the transportation costs, and related technology.

Fighting the Terran Zerg is a sure-fire way to lose money.

So, apart from the Orcs who are always acting silly, even the Chaos and Dark Eldar don't really want to bother with these filthy creatures.

After all, these Zerg are all under the command of the 'Great Devourer', and most of their combat units don't even have souls.

These biological weapons are all fearless and highly capable of fighting, and they also have no emotions. It can be said that whoever attacks them will suffer a loss.

But war cannot be avoided at will. The territory of the human empire is there, and thousands of planets are the most delicious delicacies for this swarm of 'locusts'.

As the saying goes, even if a person has no intention of harming a tiger, a tiger may still have the intention of harming a person. The Milky Way does not believe in mercy, but only in war.

The 'War Envoy' wholeheartedly agrees with this.

It is a massive, impressive cannon with an attractive design, and one of the main weapons of the 'Starforger'.

It is usually quiet and reserved, but when it needs to "speak," its "views" are always convincing.

After all, there are very few truths that can withstand a 400M caliber projectile, and it is also difficult to refute the claim of an 8000-ton macro shell.

Therefore, the Tyrannical fleet, which had already been caught off guard, gloriously tasted the 'heavy punch' of the Great Sage Caul.

With precise ballistic calculations, the giant shell leaves the barrel without any fancy maneuvers, flies, penetrates, penetrates! Penetrates!!

The two Zerg bio-ships were thoroughly blasted, and large amounts of biomass rapidly disappeared in the frigid space.

That's the downside of biological warships. Despite their great agility, they have a 'vital point'. Unlike cold metal, they bleed and become weak from injuries.

In this situation, weakness is tantamount to death.

As the vehicle of the Great Sage Caul, the Starforger's firepower is comparable to that of the infamous Rock and Mountain Fortress.

Once outside the warp, the Starforger, now at full power, unleashed a roar that chilled the enemy to the bone.

Thousands of near-ground laser warning cannons unleashed a protective firepower network resembling a physical light curtain, evaporating numerous pods within the defensive perimeter.

Thousands of light spears formed an overwhelming light curtain, rapidly traversing the vacuum, and unleashing the Great Sage's aerial kick.

These scorching bright spots, once they land on the Zerg bio-ship, will take away large amounts of flesh and blood. The extremely high temperature causes the biomass, which is most precious to the Tyranids, to evaporate rapidly, and the bodies burned and necrotic by the light spears are also difficult to repair due to the high temperature.

With just two rounds of attacks, the attacking biological ships exploded into several bursts of blood and flesh fireworks in space.

After a brief comparison of the enemy's and our own strength, the remaining bio-ships, under the command of the Hive's will, turned tail and fled without looking back, even abandoning the large number of insects that had already been transported into the human Empire's ships.

The skirmish ended abruptly.

However, the situation in the entire extreme star field was in complete disarray.

Without the interference of the biological fleet's communication signals, the star system navy, one of the two sides in the battle, quickly made contact with Caul.

"By Your Majesty, Great Sage, thank you for your assistance." The fleet commander expressed his gratitude respectfully.

However, the Great Sage had no interest in formalities and only wanted to know about Macurag's situation.

Soon, the other party sent back a message that made everyone hold their breath.

The world of Macragge 500, hailed as the crown jewel of the Ultra Limits, is facing an unprecedented attack.

Recently, for unknown reasons, a main fleet of the Tyranids suddenly changed course from its planned route to the Extreme Starfield and soon engaged in fierce fighting with the defensive forces stationed there.

Macurag happens to be located at the center of the Hive fleet's path, and unless a "Wandering Earth" style escape takes place over the cold 41 millennia, the Extreme Chapter has no way to avoid it.

Thus, in order to keep the enemy out, a fierce all-out battle broke out on the outskirts of the Extreme Starfield.

And this happened four months ago!

The war began even before the 'Saving Private Guilliman's Squad' set off.

Of course, as the Ultramarines, who are most skilled in combat, and with 500 Worlds providing material support behind them, this battle, while predictably difficult, is not considered particularly tough.

Even more deadly was the surprise attack launched amidst the chaos by the Chaos Warband, led by the demonic Primarch Mortarion.

This plague fleet poured out of the Eye of Fear, taking advantage of the Ultramarines' main fighting force being locked in a fierce battle with the Tyranids, and thrust straight into the Ultramarines' weak points in their defenses. Before the enemy could react, it had already penetrated deep into the Ultramarines from the opposite direction, burning with the flames of war all the way to Macragge.

And this happened two months ago!

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The Throne Room, Holy Terra Palace.

The magnificent gates were tightly shut, and only two people were inside the enormous throne room.

Emperor, craftsman.

“No victory can be achieved without sacrifice,” the Emperor said. “After all, this is all the human empire can offer.”

Jiang Bing was engrossed in his work beside the golden throne, transforming this mysterious creation.

"So you let billions of people die without batting an eye, ruthlessly using your thirteenth son as bait, just to divert Tzeentch's attention?"

"We can only temporarily divert them, so we must hurry," the Emperor added.

The pure flames gradually permeated the golden throne, and Jiang Bing was doing something to relieve the emperor of some of the burden that he had borne for ten thousand years.

The Emperor used the Golden Throne to seal the damaged network for tens of thousands of years and to keep the Star Torch burning. The burden created by these two things even exceeded the pressure on the Emperor to suppress his own ascension to godhood, and also tied most of his power to them.

However, the Emperor's own spiritual power was mostly used for guidance; maintaining such a powerful beacon required fuel primarily from human sacrifices.

Thousands upon thousands of psykers were continuously being transported into the Startorch, a psyker device built by the Emperor himself during the Great Crusade that burned thousands of psykers every day.

The Empire's 'Black Fleet' frantically scours the entire territory of the Human Empire for psionicists, then transports them into the Star Torch using 'Black Ships'.

Here, these poor psychics are drained of their psychic energy, life, and even soul in extreme pain in order to keep the light of this beacon burning.

Its light is built upon the corpses of countless innocent people.

Even so, it was not bright enough, not dazzling enough. Although it could barely guide the people of the Empire in the warp, it was often obscured by various reasons.

Therefore, Jiang Bing, this 'craftsman,' plans to upgrade it, so that a sun representing light can truly rise in the cold and dark subspace.

Then roast those evil spirits and monsters that can't stand the light of day.

Chapter 1024 Sacrifice is the Cornerstone of the Empire

Amidst the rumbling of artillery fire, the earth trembled slightly.

Beneath the rubble of their collapsed house, a family of three, wearing makeshift respirators, huddled under a concrete slab, shivering.

"Captain, civilians have been found here."

"Brother Lokan de Canis, please prioritize the mission!"

"understand!"

A squad of Astartes did not stop, but walked straight past the fragile fortress.

Another squad's chilling report came through the "Target Found" communication channel.

The commander of the "Vandernte 7 Tactics" operation made a decision.

So the five Ultra Warriors started running, charging forward against the barrage of attacks that resembled a sudden downpour of hailstones.

The wide streets, once the most prosperous and respectable part of the city, have now become a den of plague and death.

The stench of decaying bullets clanged against the ceramic power armor, while hordes of plague-infested zombies blocked their path.

The chainsaw sword roared as it reaped flesh and blood, showing no mercy or pity.

The explosive gun greedily devours flesh and blood, blooming bloody flowers in the sea of ​​corpses.

"Plague cloud!" a fellow soldier from another squad shouted over the comms, followed by an instant silence.