Chapter 93 Let's Roll (Bonus)

Frenzied, earth-shattering roars blasted from the Brass Citadel. Khorne erupted into a state of unparalleled, apocalyptic fury, striking sheer terror into the hearts of countless demons within his realm.

The Emperor calmly withdrew his power, and the Warp anomaly overlapping with Terra instantly collapsed, rapidly snapping back into the Empyrean like a severed rubber band.

The remaining Khornate demons let out agonizing shrieks as their physical forms rapidly violently disintegrated, forcibly banished by the reasserting dominance of realspace physics.

The torn earth, the geysers of blood, and all other Warp-induced anomalies completely vanished, seamlessly reverting the Lion’s Gate to its original, war-torn state.

“Is that it? It’s over already?”

Vane looked slightly disappointed, clearly wanting more.

When the final apocalyptic showdown finally kicked off, he was absolutely going to slaughter his way through until he was completely satisfied.

Stowing his Blade, Vane waved a hand and pulled up the system prompts he had ignored during the bloodbath.

[Campaign Quest Completed. You have successfully rescued the Master of Mankind and defeated the Dark King.]

[You have freed the Master of Mankind from his predestined fate, allowing him to return to the material universe.]

[Rewards Acquired: Campaign Progress +10%.]

[Title Acquired: Savior of Big E.]

Defeating Hive Fleet Leviathan, destroying Commorragh, and now saving Big E… Adding it all up, the overall campaign progress had hit a solid 30%. With Big E finally lending a hand, burning through the rest of the campaign should go a lot faster.

First things first, I need Big E to call all his boys back home.

Vane activated his Void Ring, teleporting directly in front of the Emperor.

“Forefather.” The Emperor sheathed his sword and respectfully bowed. Having just watched Vane absolutely beat the brakes off the Dark King, the Emperor was on his absolute best behavior.

Whether the Emperor could solo the four Chaos Gods in his current state was still up for debate. But Vane? Vane could absolutely beat the living shit out of the Chaos Gods, and then shove all four of them face-first right back into it.

“Big E, call your sons back. I need them for something,” Vane said, cutting straight to the chase without any polite fluff.

After all, his main objective was to speedrun this campaign, not to stand around playing 4D chess and guessing games with the Emperor. Once he fully wrapped up the Warhammer universe, he had plans to hop over to the Ultraman universe and cosplay as the King of the Monsters.

“Recalling Dorn, Vulkan, and Corax shouldn’t be an issue. However, Ferrus has been dead for ten millennia. Bringing him back will be much more complicated and require significantly more time.”

The Emperor had no idea why this otherworldly traveler needed the Primarchs, but he was absolutely certain that whatever Vane was planning would heavily benefit both him and humanity. After all, the Primarchs who had already returned—like the Lion and the Khan—had all received insane divine buffs and authorities, granting them the raw power to go toe-to-toe with the Chaos Gods.

“Just summon the ones who are still kicking. As for Ferrus, I’ll take a trip to Medusa and resurrect him myself.”

Vane had originally planned to hit up the planet Medusa right from the start, but after seeing the quest to rescue Big E pop up, he had changed his route and hit Terra first. Now that Big E was finally out of bed, it was time to get back on track to Medusa.

“Understood. Once I settle the immediate affairs here, I will immediately guide the remaining Primarchs back home,” the Emperor replied.

Vane nodded and was just about to turn and leave when the Emperor called out to him. “Forefather, where are you heading?”

“Taking a quick trip to Mars. Didn’t you seal a shard of the Void Dragon over there? I’m going to go take care of it.”

Hearing Vane’s casually dropped bombshell, the Emperor’s eyes instantly lit up.

He had intentionally buried the Void Dragon on Mars way back in the day. The whole point was to passively boost humanity’s technological evolution and lay the groundwork for the Adeptus Mechanicus to be born. But times had changed. The Void Dragon had outlived its usefulness and was now just a massive, ticking time bomb. This was the absolute perfect chance to finally put it down.

“The Void Dragon is imprisoned within the Noctis Labyrinth, a massive maze of overlapping, multi-dimensional space. The path to its cell is impossibly complex; you will likely need a guide,” the Emperor offered. “If you wouldn’t mind waiting for just a brief moment, I can accompany you.”

Hearing the offer, Vane rubbed his chin, mulling it over for a second before deciding it made sense. “Alright, just make it quick.”

“I just need to delegate a few tasks.” The Emperor nodded, immediately turning to face Sanguinius and Guilliman. “I am heading to Mars with the Forefather. I am leaving Terra in the capable hands of the Imperium Secundus duo.”

Sanguinius: “…”

Guilliman: “…”

It was one thing for the Forefather to troll them about it, but was their own father seriously joining in on the bullying?!

Completely ignoring his sons, whose foreheads were currently covered in exasperated sweat drops, Big E continued his rapid-fire orders.

“Revoke the Ecclesiarchy’s seat on the High Lords of Terra. Purge the bloated bureaucrats in the Administratum. Rip this entire rotting system down and restructure it…”

Having been glued to the Golden Throne for ten millennia, Big E had been forced to watch every single brain-dead, corrupt maneuver the generations of High Lords had pulled.

Marginalizing the Sisters of Silence, selling out loyalist Space Marine Chapters, genuinely attempting to surrender to the Orks laying siege to Terra, sending entirely loyal Chapters on suicide “penitent crusades” right into the Eye of Terror, enforcing a tyrannical, oppressive religious dogma to keep the masses stupid, and happily sacrificing frontline soldiers just to score cheap political points back home.

Honestly, watching that endless parade of absolute garbage governance had kept Big E’s blood pressure at stroke-inducing levels for centuries.

If those High Lords had possessed even a shred of basic human decency, the Imperium wouldn’t be in this apocalyptic dumpster fire of a state. If Chaos wasn’t posing an active, existential threat to the species, the oppressed citizens of Terra absolutely would have rebelled and strung every single High Lord up from the streetlights.

And don’t even get him started on the absolute bastards running the Ecclesiarchy.

During the Great Crusade, he had explicitly and aggressively outlawed religion. When his own literal son tried to start a cult worshipping him as a god, he had personally marched down there and slapped the taste out of his mouth with raw psychic power.

But the absolute second his ass hit the cushion of the Golden Throne, these morons immediately founded the Ecclesiarchy! Regressing human progress was bad enough, but the most infuriating part was how they actively twisted his own words, preaching to the masses that suffering was a virtue. They basically told the citizens that the more horribly they suffered, the more devout they were, and the more “blessings” they would receive.

If he hadn’t been immobilized on the Golden Throne, completely incapable of throwing out a precise psychic attack, Big E absolutely would have manifested a million psychic hands just to slap every single Ecclesiarchy priest across the face.

He had endured so much agony, suffered through absolute hell, and sacrificed countless good men for what? Just so humanity could finally drag itself out of the mud and actually have a decent, prosperous life!

And yet, these degenerate scumbags were running around actively promoting universal suffering as a lifestyle choice. Every single time he heard an Ecclesiarchy priest start preaching, he was so angry he could practically pop a blood vessel.

“Alright, Forefather. We can depart now.” Having furiously delegated the empire’s restructuring, Big E walked back over to Vane’s side.

“Let’s roll.”

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