Chapter 276 Purifying the Four Gods of Chaos

"You know me very well?"

The human opposite could see through him, but he couldn’t see through him. No matter how the Emperor prophesied, there was a chasm blocking the way in front of him. All of his power lost its effect when it hit the opposite side.

"Not quite well, but you have misunderstood one thing. Although I belong to the human faction, I am not the same perpetual as you. I am more powerful than you, even more powerful than the Chaos Gods tied together!"

"The psychic power of The Warp cannot corrode my physical body, the corrupt energy of The Warp cannot pollute my spirit. Tzeentch, Slaanesh, Nurgle, and Khorne are as weak as you to me!"

"Even though they are peeking at my origin through your good son’s eyes like peeping Toms!"

Lucas opened his arms, and the divine power in his body surged out. This power did not have any stench and entanglements of The Warp psychic power, nor did it have any physical gravitational constraints of the physical Universe.

That was a supremacy that completely transcended the material and non-material realms, and even transcended time and language.

Holy!

Magnificent!

Bright!

Countless adjectives popped out, but none of them could summarize the essence of the other party’s power. Even for the Emperor, it was the first time he had seen such pure and powerful divine power. How holy this was!

Deep within The Warp, the four eternal and immortal Chaos Loki, upon sensing this divine power, actually let out unprecedented wails in unison. Like frightened mice, they retracted their tentacles into the darkest corners of The Warp, not even daring to let a trace of evil thought spread here!

The Emperor slowly lowered the great sword burning with golden flames in his hand, the psychic brilliance in his eyes gradually converged, turning into a pair of human eyes that had experienced thousands of years of vicissitudes.

He stared deeply at Lucas, with unprecedented solemnity and awe in his tone.

"You... what kind of existence are you?"

"At the abyss of The Warp and the end of reality, I have spied on the ruins of tens of millions of futures, and witnessed countless endings of human destruction and despair... But in all prophetic scrolls, there has never been a trace of you."

"If humanity has a god, why not make a move early? If humanity has no god, who are you?"

As expected of a space opera, the lines are one after another.

Lucas strolled to Sanguinius’s remains, casually casting a divine light. That was a causality law, directly and completely stabilizing and sealing the Archangel’s soul that was about to dissipate.

"My... son!"

Sanguinius slowly opened his eyes, his broken body restored to its original state, still as magnificent as before his death.

He was quite like the Emperor, at least in terms of this glittering gold.

"I... how could this be? I should be dead! Could this be a chaotic hallucination of the Chaos Gods? My soul has been twisted, Father, you..."

"No, you are still alive."

The Emperor was extremely certain.

Sanguinius’s soul was not polluted by chaos, and remained loyal and steadfast.

"Who is he?" Sanguinius looked at Lucas again. Like the Emperor, he had standard black hair and pitch-black eyes, but looking closely they were actually brownish-yellow.

His face was much more handsome and elegant than countless pure-blood humans.

"A human, a perpetual like me." The Emperor had no heart to explain more to his son.

Even he himself couldn’t figure out the essence of the other party’s existence, so he shouldn’t expect Sanguinius to understand.

"You resurrected my son. As far as I know, any resurrection is not without cost. So, what is the cost I should bear?" said the Emperor.

Lucas smiled faintly, "Relax, Yellow Skin... Oh no, the contemporary Emperor of humanity."

"You cannot understand the essence of my existence. I am not a deity who makes deals with people. Any action is done casually. Rescuing Sanguinius is for no other reason than purely for fun!"

"Fun?"

It was the first time the Emperor had heard such an answer.

Horus was still pinned firmly to the ground, unable to move. But when he saw his brother come back to life from the dead, and Lucas treated everything as fun, his face completely lost composure.

But no matter what, he couldn’t say a complete sentence.

"The Chaos Gods are just four annoying bugs, and it doesn’t take much effort to solve them, but I need you to arrange someone for me!" said Lucas.

"Doesn’t take much effort?"

The Emperor was an old-timer of ten thousand years, and after hearing this sentence, he completely couldn’t hold it together.

The Chaos Gods—Khorne, Tzeentch, Nurgle, and Slaanesh—were nightmares lingering in the depths of the souls of humanity and even billions of living beings in the Milky Way Galaxy. They were conceptual entities materialized by eternal greed, despair, deceit, and slaughter.

The Emperor had planned for ten thousand years, launched the Great Crusade, and even concealed the truth of The Warp, just to strip humanity away from the prying eyes of these four abyss monsters.

Independently control their own destiny, and no longer provide nourishment for the Chaos Gods.

However, the man in front of him could solve the Chaos God of Death?

"Your Excellency... The Chaos Gods are born together with The Warp. As long as the living beings of the Milky Way Galaxy still have seven emotions and six desires, they are eternally immortal..."

Before the Emperor’s voice had faded, Lucas had already raised his hand.

"In the underlying logic of this World, they indeed rely on living beings to be eternal, but to some extent, this is a kind of causality law. Is there really no way to kill them? You haven’t forgotten the purpose of launching the Great Crusade, have you!" Lucas’s tone was casual.

If the Emperor were really allowed to complete the Great Crusade, unify living beings, realize the Webway Project, and cut off the connection between humanity and the Chaos Gods, that would indeed deal a heavy blow to them.

"But at my level, their conceptual anchors can be uprooted from causality, and this is just a matter of a single thought!"

Warhammer’s combat power system was very chaotic, sometimes low to high martial arts, sometimes infinitely rising, and even reaching the multiverse level.

But at its strongest, it was at most multiverse level.

Lucas opened his eyes, Omega patterns emerging in the fundus of his eyes, which then turned into rings of grand halos illuminating the Universe.

At this moment, the entire Milky Way Galaxy, and even the darkest and deepest corners of The Warp, felt a certain power superior to all known things, which was an absolute supreme will.

No one could stop its mental invasion, no one could stop its divine power from sweeping across, and no one could stop its arrogant prying.

Deep within The Warp.

Khorne on the Brass Throne let out a despairing roar. Tzeentch, the Lord of Change, saw the final conclusion of returning to nothingness in the crystal mirrors of countless fates. Nurgle in the Garden of Pestilence didn’t even have time to release a trace of plague, and Slaanesh’s scream sinking into desire came to an abrupt halt!

Lucas gripped the empty air with his five fingers.

The entire galaxy seemed to be burning! No! It was the entire Universe!

In the perception of all psykers and primarchs in the entire Milky Way Galaxy, that violent storm and whispers suppressed above humanity’s head for tens of thousands of years suddenly... completely dissipated in this instant.

The wildly surging storms of The Warp suddenly subsided, turning into a clear, docile, and unpolluted spiritual ocean!

At the same time, Horus, who was forcibly maxed out by the Chaos Gods, let out a shrill and painful scream.

The corrupt energy blessed in his body receded like a tide, and the chaos runes on the black power armor were completely shattered and weathered.

The scarlet in Horus’s eyes faded, restoring him to the appearance of the primarch who was originally proud yet also bewildered and helpless.

"Father... What... What on earth have I done..." Horus knelt on the ground, looking at the mess all over the floor, tears mixed with blood gushing out wildly.

The Emperor took a deep breath, suppressing the monstrous shock in his heart. He gripped the great sword tightly, and there was no longer any previous hesitation and struggle in his eyes.

"Horus, my son."

The Emperor’s voice was cold and sorrowful: "The bewitchment of the Chaos Gods has been eliminated, but the rebellion you ignited with your own hands has made countless imperial mortals and your brothers bleed to death. This is the sin you must bear!"

The blazing great sword slashed down through the air.

With a flash of golden light, Warmaster Horus’s head rolled onto the deck, completely ending this tragic rebellion.

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