Chapter 52 Completely, Unbelievably Overpowered (Bonus)

Inside the heavily modified command center of the mobile fortress, Vane rapidly typed a series of complex coordinates into the primary console, preparing to pave his Obsidian Nether Highway straight through the Warp.

Once the fortress reached the designated spatial anchor point, Steve manually engaged the experimental Warp Engine.

With a deafening, reality-tearing roar, the engine violently ripped open the veil between realspace and the Immaterium, tearing a massive, jagged rift that instantly spewed blinding, paradoxical light.

Vane casually flew out and rapidly placed several hyper-dense, heavily enchanted Obsidian blocks around the edges of the tear, physically bracing the rift open to permanently stabilize the construction zone.

Witnessing this casual manipulation of reality, the various Imperial investigators and Rogue Traders who had come to the Cryptus System to study the Beacon felt their foundational understanding of the universe violently shatter.

“How is that mathematically possible?!”

“He literally just physically jammed the Warp-rift open with stone blocks!”

“It seems those Rogue Traders weren’t exaggerating… this man is undeniably the living incarnation of the Omnissiah!”

“Wait… won’t permanently holding a massive Warp-rift open like that instantly attract an apocalyptic daemon incursion?”

“…”

Having successfully stabilized the entry point, Vane ordered the mobile fortress to begin its automated paving sequence.

Operating like an incomprehensibly massive, hyper-precise 3D printer, the mobile fortress advanced into the Warp, rapidly assembling the heavily reinforced, fully enclosed Obsidian tunnel according to Vane’s uploaded schematics.

At regular intervals, the fortress installed kinetic accelerators within the tunnel, ensuring any Imperial vessel that entered would travel at hyper-velocity.

Watching this unfold, the Four Chaos Gods felt a profound, excruciating sense of absolute humiliation.

The Warp was their domain! It was their absolute sovereign territory! Yet this extra-dimensional Outer God was casually, aggressively building unpermitted public infrastructure right in their backyard without paying them a microsecond of respect!

To be completely ignored was the absolute highest form of contempt. It was a blatant, unapologetic slap in the face.

A lesser daemon might tolerate it, but the Four Gods absolutely would not.

This Outer God must be completely, permanently destroyed.

For the first time in millennia, the Chaos Gods reached absolute, unanimous consensus. They would immediately pool their forces and completely annihilate this arrogant Outer God.

Instantly, billions of daemonic legions frantically mobilized across the Warp, violently surging toward Vane’s mobile fortress.

Endless swarms of Pink and Blue Horrors, cackling wildly and juggling Warp-fire, rallied under the banners of towering Lords of Change.

The infinite, brass-clad legions of Khorne, supported by city-sized Brass Scorpions and hyper-lethal Bloodthirsters, roared in deafening, world-shaking fury.

The depraved Seekers of Slaanesh, violently whipped into a frenzy by Keepers of Secrets, charged forward alongside the disgustingly jovial, plague-ridden armies of Nurgle, who trundled forward on massive, rotting siege engines.

The sheer, apocalyptic scale of the combined Chaos armada was so overwhelmingly massive that even the God-Emperor, watching from the Golden Throne, felt His metaphysical heart violently clench.

Seeing the united host brought back deeply traumatic, agonizing memories of exactly how He had been brutally beaten ten thousand years ago.

Sanguinius was equally terrified. When the Four Gods united their power, even his god-like Father had been catastrophically defeated! Could the Forefather genuinely survive this?!

The Great Angel instantly prepared himself for a brutal, desperate final stand. No matter what the Forefather decided to do, Sanguinius would absolutely back him up to the bitter end.

However, the Great Angel was drastically overthinking the situation.

The catastrophic Warp storms, the localized reality-warping spells, and the concentrated, apocalyptic bombardment launched by the combined demonic armada had absolutely zero effect on the Obsidian tunnel.

The heavily enchanted, blast-resistant Obsidian structure stood completely immovable, like an indestructible lighthouse enduring a chaotic hurricane. No matter how violently the Daemons battered it, they couldn’t even scratch the surface.

Just as the demonic host was beginning to succumb to absolute, furious despair, a Lord of Change named X’tar Ganix spotted a massive structural gap in the Obsidian tunnel.

“Hahahaha! I always knew Sanguinius was a tactless brute, but it seems this ‘Outer God’ is equally brain-dead! He actually left a massive, glaring vulnerability in his defenses!”

“Today is the day this Outer God permanently dies! Let us demonstrate to this extra-dimensional filth that those who dare invade our domain will be brutally, mercilessly executed!”

Ganix’s voice echoed with absolute, triumphant arrogance.

Without a microsecond of hesitation, he aggressively ordered his legions to charge the gap, intending to flood the tunnel’s interior and personally assassinate the Outer God.

If he successfully pulled this off, Tzeentch would absolutely grant him unprecedented Apotheosis! He would completely overshadow Kairos Fateweaver and ascend to the absolute pinnacle of demonic power! Just thinking about the promotion made him physically tremble with excitement!

Ganix raised his staff and confidently strode onto the pristine Obsidian floor inside the tunnel.

“Burn it all to ash!”

The hordes of Horrors shrieked in absolute ecstasy, frantically spamming fireballs in every direction.

Unfortunately for them, Obsidian was completely immune to fire, and the localized warding runes instantly neutralized the magical damage.

Just as the Daemons paused, utterly confused as to why their spells were doing absolutely nothing…

Fwip! Fwip! Fwip!

Hundreds of hyper-velocity, free-floating Portal Projectiles were violently launched from hidden dispensers embedded within the tunnel walls.

These were the ‘Portal Guns’—a mid-game tech mod Vane had installed, programmed to aggressively spam localized, physics-breaking wormholes.

The absolute microsecond a Portal Projectile made physical contact with a Daemon, they were instantly teleported directly into the ‘Execution Chamber’.

The Execution Chamber was a massive, completely enclosed bedrock pit entirely flooded with ‘Soul Fire’.

The moment the Daemons materialized in the pit, they were subjected to continuous, hyper-lethal burning damage.

Within seconds, the Daemons were completely incinerated, dropping their rare crafting materials onto the floor.

Daemons were purely conceptual, Warp-based entities. Standard kinetic or physical attacks were practically useless against them.

However, Vane wasn’t just relying on tech mods; he possessed a massive arsenal of hyper-advanced magic modpacks.

He had previously cleared a highly anomalous, horror-themed dimension populated exclusively by intangible, physics-immune spectral entities.

During that campaign, he had aggressively farmed ‘Soul Fire’—a unique block explicitly coded to inflict catastrophic, true damage against conceptual, emotional, and ethereal entities.

The absolute microsecond an immortal Warp entity touched the Soul Fire, their localized conceptual anchor was violently burned away, instantly executing them.

Directly beneath the Soul Fire, Vane had installed a massive array of Hoppers connected to an infinite storage system, automatically vacuuming up every single piece of demonic loot the moment it dropped.

It was an absolutely flawless, perfectly optimized mob grinder.

The Daemons aggressively charged into the tunnel in an endless wave, were instantly tagged by the Portal Guns, teleported into the Soul Fire, violently incinerated, and immediately processed into valuable crafting materials on an automated assembly line.

Initially, Ganix genuinely believed his forces simply weren’t pushing hard enough, which was why the tunnel hadn’t collapsed yet.

But after aggressively sending several million Daemons into the gap without hearing a single sound of combat or seeing a microsecond of progress, he finally realized something was catastrophically wrong.

Upon analyzing the localized teleportation matrix and discovering the truth, Ganix’s beak violently twisted in sheer, apoplectic rage.

Damned Outer God! He completely played us! Every single Daemon I sent in was instantly, silently executed!

Ganix frantically ordered his remaining forces to immediately halt their charge, desperately trying to stop feeding free win to the enemy.

However, the Immaterium wasn’t just populated by the disciplined legions of the Four Gods. It was completely infested with infinite trillions of unaligned, feral Daemons.

These lesser entities possessed absolute zero tactical intelligence; they operated purely on the primal, instinctual desire to aggressively consume souls and flesh.

Sensing the massive concentration of pure human souls inside the Obsidian tunnel, and realizing the tunnel connected directly to realspace, the infinite horde of feral Daemons violently lost their minds.

Completely ignoring Ganix’s frantic orders, the feral Daemons aggressively swarmed the gap like a tsunami, mindlessly throwing themselves into the tunnel.

They were continuously, efficiently teleported directly into the Execution Chamber and instantly processed into high-tier magical materials.

“Not bad at all. The ticks-per-second on this grinder is actually incredibly solid.”

Watching his infinite storage chests rapidly fill with hyper-rare Warp materials, Vane grinned from ear to ear.

If anyone ever tries to tell me the Warp is a terrifying, apocalyptic hellscape again, I’m going to aggressively argue with them.

The Warp isn’t a hellscape! It’s an absolute, unparalleled paradise for technical Minecraft players! It’s literally an infinite, passive resource farm!

Honestly, my only concern right now is whether Daemons are technically a renewable resource. I really hope I don’t accidentally over-farm them and drive them to extinction.

“Is… is this actually happening?”

Sanguinius and Dante stood on the command deck, staring blankly at the massive UI screens displaying the automated sorting system processing the demonic loot. They were completely, profoundly stun-locked.

They had genuinely mentally prepared themselves for an apocalyptic, bloody last stand against the united might of the Chaos Gods.

Instead, absolutely nothing happened.

The Forefather had not only effortlessly, casually neutralized the entire demonic invasion, but he had aggressively monetized it into a highly profitable passive income stream!

Deep within the Warp, the Four Chaos Gods were currently experiencing a profound, collective existential crisis.

First, he forcefully ascended Sanguinius to godhood. Then, he casually transformed a twenty-kilometer-long battleship into a little girl. And now, he was aggressively farming their infinite daemonic legions on an automated, industrial assembly line just to hoard crafting materials!

What the absolute hell is this?! Have the foundational laws of physics and reality completely ceased to exist?!

If he keeps casually breaking the universe like this, how are we supposed to survive in the Great Game?!

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Meanwhile, on Terra.

The God-Emperor, sitting atop the Golden Throne, stared at the massive, fully enclosed Obsidian super-highway currently rapidly expanding across the Warp. His ancient, skeletal face twisted into an expression of absolute, profound disbelief.

…you are completely, unbelievably overpowered.

You are literally casually paving a public highway straight through the Warp, directly in front of the united Chaos Gods!

And the most absurd part is that it’s actually working! The entire united Chaos armada is literally just standing outside the tunnel, screaming in impotent rage because they cannot breach the walls!

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