Chapter 44 The Ascension of Sanguinius

Vane aggressively liquidated a massive portion of his stockpiled crafting materials, converting them into pure EMC points to purchase the hyper-rare endgame components required for the Apotheosis Ritual.

The very first item he needed to synthesize was the ‘Word of Final Revelation’—the absolute foundational step of the ritual.

The crafting recipe was relatively straightforward: one Ring of Desire, one Feather, one Core of the Gale, one Ink Sac, and a single sheet of Paper.

Slap them together, and you get the Word of Final Revelation.

Activating the item triggered a localized lore-puzzle that explicitly unlocked the crafting recipes for the ‘Mystic Artifacts’, which were the required catalysts for the higher-tier components.

With the Mystic Artifact recipes unlocked, Vane moved on to crafting the Chrono-Watch.

The Chrono-Watch possessed a terrifying mastery over the laws of time.

Upon activation, it completely, absolutely paralyzed the temporal flow of an entire dimension until its internal energy reserves were completely drained.

Synthesizing the Chrono-Watch required four standard Clocks, a specific Magical Ritual Array, and several Mystic Artifacts.

Having gathered the required materials, Vane deployed his Magical Altar, meticulously placed the components in their exact geometric slots, and initiated the synthesis.

The absolute microsecond the Chrono-Watch materialized, a wave of invisible, temporal distortion violently rippled outward.

An aura of absolute temporal manipulation continuously enveloped the pocket watch.

With a single click, the user could instantly freeze the entire space-time continuum.

Honestly, this thing is the absolute ultimate artifact for any degenerate protagonist in a time-stop anime.

Vane casually tossed the Chrono-Watch into his inventory and immediately began synthesizing the next component: the ‘Stinger of the Nightmare Hive’.

There were only two ways to acquire this item.

Option A: manually summon the endgame boss, Abaddon the Despoiler of Worlds, and farm him until it dropped.

Option B: manually synthesize it using a Diamond Sword, Stone Sword, Netherite Sword, Iron Sword, Golden Sword, and a Nether Star.

Summoning and speed-running the boss wasn’t actually difficult for Vane, but to save real-world time and effort, he chose to just synthesize it.

Minutes later, the Stinger of the Nightmare Hive, radiating the suppressed aura of a dead god, materialized.

Aside from granting the wielder massive, flat stat boosts across the board, the Stinger possessed a unique passive ability: all attacks bypassed armor and resistances, inflicting absolute True Damage.

It was an undeniably broken endgame weapon.

The synthesis of the ‘Will of the Dimension’ was significantly more tedious.

He first had to craft a Panacea.

“Enchanted Golden Apple…

Unclean Blood…

Totem of Undying…

End Crystal…

Wither Rose…” Vane muttered the recipe under his breath, rapidly slapping the hyper-rare materials onto the Magical Altar.

A few minutes later, a glowing flask of Panacea—a potion coded to instantly cure any disease and aggressively purge any curse—materialized in his hand.

But the Panacea was only one ingredient.

To craft the Will of the Dimension, he also needed a Dragon Egg (containing the bloodline of the Creator Dragon), six blocks of Obsidian, and the Seven Seals of the Apocalypse (an item radiating absolute, world-ending power).

[TL/N: The author is using many mods that exist and also creating new ones for the story so many people may not recognize these items.] Placing the combined materials onto the Magical Altar and initiating the synthesis finally yielded the Will of the Dimension.

Passively holding this item granted the user localized, absolute dimensional shielding.

It provided complete immunity to the vast majority of physical damage and explicitly nullified all insta-kill curses.

Furthermore, it aggressively boosted the user’s base ‘Luck’ stat while simultaneously projecting a passive debuff that actively lowered the localized IQ of any hostile entity within radius.

It essentially forcefully turned the wielder into an overpowered Isekai protagonist.

The final component was the ‘Ring of Ascension’.

This item absolutely could not be crafted; it exclusively dropped from the boss, Abaddon.

After weighing the time-cost, Vane decided to just bite the bullet and use his EMC points to instantly replicate it.

The resulting cost was astronomical.

Replicating a literal god-tier boss drop nearly zeroed out his liquid EMC reserves, making Vane wince in genuine physical pain.

But it was absolutely worth it.

The return on investment was acquiring an overpowered, literal demigod Archangel as a loyal subordinate.

With the Stinger of the Nightmare Hive, the Will of the Dimension, the Chrono-Watch, the Ring of Ascension, and several Mystic Fragments finally gathered, Vane could synthesize the final item: the Halo of the End.

The vanilla, unmodified ritual required the player to travel to the End dimension and permanently sacrifice a portion of their own max HP to initiate the synthesis.

However, after successfully clearing the ‘Overture of the End’ dimension, Vane had rewritten the ritual’s source code, completely deleting the restrictive conditions and streamlining the process for maximum efficiency.

Vane carefully arranged the four items onto the Altar and initiated the final synthesis.

Blinding, hyper-intense pillars of flame violently erupted from the Altar.

The items dissolved into streams of pure, localized conceptual energy, violently aggressively merging into the Ring of Ascension.

The Ring rapidly mutated, expanding and transforming into the terrifyingly powerful Halo of the End.

Vane casually snatched the Halo out of the air, turning to Dante.

“Little Dante.

You might want to evacuate everyone currently standing on the upper levels.

Things are about to get a little loud.” “A little loud?” Dante was confused, but he immediately obeyed Vane’s directive, rapidly ordering the Blood Angels to evacuate all mortal serfs from the immediate vicinity above the Sepulchre.

A few minutes later, after receiving confirmation that the upper levels were clear, Dante nodded to Vane.

“It is done, Forefather.

The upper levels have been entirely evacuated as you commanded.” “Alright then.

Let’s begin.” Vane casually strolled up to Sanguinius’s golden stasis-casket, holding the Halo of the End, and gently placed it directly above the Primarch’s shattered skull.

The Halo instantly phased through the stasis field, seamlessly merging with Sanguinius’s physical form.

A microsecond later, a series of blinding, majestic halos violently erupted into existence, hovering perfectly behind the Primarch’s head.

An ocean of resplendent, hyper-dense conceptual energy violently surged from the Halo, entirely enveloping Sanguinius’s mangled corpse.

The energy aggressively repaired his shattered physical form while simultaneously forcefully elevating his metaphysical weight, dragging him toward localized godhood.

“Arise!

Great Emperor of Imperium Secundus!” “Return to your loyal galactic dominion!

Return to guide your people!” Vane threw his arms into the air, screaming the incantation with the absolute, exaggerated theatricality of a fanatical street preacher.

In an instant, the eyes of every single Son of Sanguinius present violently snapped toward Vane, their mouths violently twitching in unison.

Forefather…

did you really, absolutely have to shout that specific title?!

Imperium Secundus is our Legion’s absolute darkest, most shameful, unmentionable secret!

You didn’t have to announce it to the entire universe!

Nourished by the absolute, reality-warping power of the Halo of the End, the catastrophic physical and spiritual wounds inflicted by Horus and the Chaos Gods were aggressively, permanently repaired.

Even his shattered, ancient artificer armor rapidly reconstructed itself, returning to its pristine, glorious state.

Under the awestruck gazes of the Blood Angels, an invisible, localized gravitational field violently lifted Sanguinius’s body out of the golden casket, suspending him perfectly upright in the air.

The raw energy radiating from the Halo of the End grew exponentially more terrifying.

Blinding, incandescent light violently erupted from every single pore of Sanguinius’s body, as if a literal, hyper-dense star had been ignited within his chest cavity.

The entire Grand Sepulchre violently shook under the sheer metaphysical shockwave.

Dust and ancient debris rained down from the ceiling as the bedrock strained to contain the energy.

Finally, the blinding light coalesced into a colossal, hyper-dense pillar of pure energy that violently blasted upward, completely tearing through miles of solid bedrock and shattering the roof of the Arx Angelicum as it shot directly into the sky.

The Great Angel, dead for ten thousand years, violently snapped his eyes open.

His irises burned with an infinite, furious, hyper-dense golden fire.

His majestic, colossal wings violently snapped open.

Every single feather burned with an overwhelming, incandescent holy flame.

His mangled, dead body had completely regenerated.

The long-silenced, twin hearts of the Primarch began to beat once more, the rhythmic, deafening thuds echoing across the chamber like a war drum.

The resurrection and immediate Apotheosis of Sanguinius violently triggered an unprecedented, apocalyptic shockwave across the entire Immaterium.

The sheer intensity of the metaphysical eruption was so catastrophic that countless billions of Daemons collapsed, shrieking in pure, unadulterated terror.

Deep within the Warp, the three Chaos Gods currently aggressively besieging Tzeentch instantly detected the catastrophic anomaly.

Their cosmic wills violently pierced the veil, locking directly onto the epicenter of the shockwave: the Baal System.

The absolute microsecond they looked, they saw Sanguinius.

Infinite, blinding divine light was violently erupting from his core, transforming him into a literal, eternal sun within the Immaterium.

As he spread his wings, the holy light violently blasted upward, cascading back down as an endless rain of glowing, divine light that completely blanketed the entire planet.

Realizing exactly what was happening, the Chaos Gods completely froze.

Sanguinius, whose soul they had personally, meticulously shattered into fragments ten thousand years ago, was currently actively resurrecting.

And not only was he resurrecting, he was forcefully elevating his metaphysical weight and ascending to literal godhood!

Is…

is this another one of that damned blue bird’s conspiracies?!

Khorne, Nurgle, and Slaanesh instantly snapped their burning gazes back to the depths of the Crystal Labyrinth.

Given the absolute, physics-breaking absurdity of what was occurring, blaming Tzeentch was simply the most mathematically logical conclusion.

Tzeentch: “…” Look, I know I constantly treat you all like braindead idiots for my own amusement…

but do you seriously have to blame me for literally everything that goes wrong?!

Tzeentch desperately wanted to explain Himself, but due to His perpetually shifting, multi-mouthed anatomy, one of His beaks instinctively, automatically shrieked: “YES!

ALL ACCORDING TO PLAN!

JUST AS I FOR—” Tzeentch’s metaphorical soul nearly left His body.

He frantically cast a high-tier suppression spell, violently sealing all of His own mouths shut.

I used to be able to randomly claim credit for everything…

but I absolutely cannot claim credit for this!

This Outer God is terrifyingly overpowered!

He can literally resurrect a shattered soul and force an Apotheosis!

If we give him any more time, he is going to annihilate all of us!

I need to convince these three braindead idiots to form a united front immediately, or we are genuinely going to lose the Great Game!

The Chaos Gods weren’t the only ones completely stun-locked.

Even the God-Emperor, sitting upon the Golden Throne on Terra, was profoundly bewildered.

He had been passively observing Vane the entire time, but even He couldn’t comprehend the localized mechanics Vane was using to forcefully resurrect and ascend Sanguinius!

What…

what is happening?

Did a God just spawn in My galaxy?!

— Simultaneously, having just arrived on the ice world of Klaisus to assist the fleeing Imperial survivors, Eldrad Ulthran, the greatest Farseer of the Aeldari, stared up at the sky in absolute, profound shock.

The other Farseers within his host mirrored his exact expression of total, unadulterated bewilderment.

Why is the galaxy constantly experiencing apocalyptic, reality-altering events back-to-back?!

“It is human in origin.

Humanity is currently birthing a brand-new God, and the epicenter is the Baal System.” Hiding deep within the Webway, passively observing the growth of the Ynnari, Cegorach, the Laughing God of the Aeldari, spoke directly into the minds of Eldrad and the Farseers.

Eldrad and the other Farseers were completely stunned.

In all their centuries of service, this was the absolute first time Cegorach had ever actively initiated direct communication with them.