Jord and the other Night Lords instinctively swallowed, a fear uncontrollably rising from deep within their hearts.
Several of them had lived through the Primarch era and knew just how powerful these demigods truly were.
In front of a Primarch, their proud strength and speed were like those of clumsy, weak children.
And Sanguinius was one of the best among the Primarchs.
Once he moved, they would certainly die.
"Aren't you dead?" Jord asked.
Alex knew these guys mistook him for Sanguinius, but he had no intention of correcting them.
Instead, he spoke in a calm tone.
"Death isn't everything.
The Chaos Gods can easily resurrect their followers.
And your creator—the Emperor—was feared by the Gods; do you truly believe He cannot resurrect His own son?"
Jord's body trembled.
"Are you admitting the Emperor is a God?"
"What's the difference between admitting it or not?
He already wields such immense power, anyway."
Alex stood there, his oppressive aura growing stronger, making it difficult for Jord and the other Night Lords to even contemplate resisting him.
"Will you choose to take your own lives, or shall I do it?"
Alex pointed the arc-covered spear at the many Night Lords, his gaze sharp and filled with killing intent.
"We don't want either.
If you promise to let us live, we can swear fealty to you and provide you with crucial intelligence."
Jord didn't see anything wrong with this approach.
Facing certain death, surrender was a wise choice.
Before being inducted into the Night Lords Legion, Jord was merely a depraved street thug.
He had committed most crimes one could imagine: robbery, murder, home invasion, and rape.
At that time, most of the Night Lords' recruits were scum like him.
After Konrad Curze left, the planet Nostramo quickly degenerated, once again becoming a hell filled with prostitutes, drug dealers, and gangs.
Officials sent by the Imperium either quickly succumbed and colluded with the locals or were secretly eliminated.
These individuals handed over prisoners as a tithe to the Night Lords, causing the Night Lords to rapidly fall.
"We can also swear fealty to the Emperor again," Jord added.
"Go tell that to the common people you murdered.
If they agree, I might accept your surrender," Alex scoffed.
After witnessing the planet's The tragedy, there was no way he would let these guys live.
Accepting these scumbags was something the Chaos Gods would do; what Alex needed to do was send these scumbags to meet the Gods.
"They're already dead.
Killing us won't bring them back to life," Jord said.
"Why not keep us alive?
We are more valuable alive than dead."
"No! No!" Alex shook his head.
"Your death holds the greatest value.
In this war, intelligence isn't very important; no matter what, the two sides are still competing with raw strength."
Jord and the other Night Lords' faces turned grim.
They hadn't expected the other party to be so resolute, willing to forgo important intelligence just to kill them.
Realizing that the other party would not give up, the Night Lords attacked Alex.
They coordinated extremely well, striking from different directions, blocking all of Alex's escape routes.
However, in the face of absolute power and speed, any tactics or methods were nothing more than useless theatrics.
The war spear swept across, the sound of it cutting through the air reverberating across the battlefield.
With just one strike, it sliced through the bodies of the bat-spawn.
Crimson blood and organs splattered out, a horrific sight.
Jord, with only half his body remaining, lay on the ground, his face filled with despair.
Even though he knew he couldn't be an opponent, the crushing force with which the other party utterly annihilated them in a single blow still made him collapse.
Too strong, strong enough to inspire despair.
Warmaster and the other Players watched this scene, exchanged glances, and then gathered around.
Since entering the game, they had been shocked too many times and were now immune to the Saint's incredible displays.
Now, they all implicitly agreed that the Saint was the game's official favorite.
"Now, you can tell me everything you know," Alex stood before Jord.
"You will never, ever know what crucial intelligence I possess!"
Jord grinned, revealing blood-stained teeth, his face filled with a vengeful joy.
"I suggest you speak now," Alex said calmly.
"That way, you'll suffer much less."
"Dream on," Jord coughed up blood, using his last ounce of strength to shout, then passed away with a smile.
Clearly, he believed he had successfully made Alex uncomfortable.
Originally, if they had just been spared, it would have been a win-win for everyone.
But they had to go for a mutual destruction, and they deserved it.
Jord died, his soul dragged into the Warp, thrown into the boundless sea of blood with its surging tides.
In the depths of the sea of blood, the sneering laughter of the Chaos Gods rumbled like thunder.
There were terrifying creatures in the ocean, sensing the scent of fresh souls and rapidly swimming towards him.
He would suffer there until the universe died out and the Warp withered.
As the monsters tore at him, Jord screamed.
But the next second, a radiance enveloped him, pulling him out of the sea of blood.
…
"Do you think only the master you serve possesses such wicked techniques?"
Alex watched the Midnight Lord in front of him lose his vitality, muttering to himself.
Then, he cast a skill, summoning the souls of the dead.
After comprehending this skill, Alex had never tried it.
Now was a very good opportunity.
Golden light emerged from his palm, weaving into obscure and ancient characters that merged into Jord's slowly stiffening body.
Jord, who had fallen into a sea of blood, opened his eyes again, finding himself back in Reality.
This left him somewhat bewildered.
Hadn't he died?
How was he alive again?
Was it a blessing from the Gods?
I knew it, someone like me could never be ordinary; I am destined to achieve great things.
"Tell me everything you know."
The familiar voice sounded, and Jord immediately recognized it as 'Sanguinius's' voice.
You want to know that important intelligence? In your next life!
Jord shouted internally.
The next second, his corpse spoke, revealing the secret he had intended to take to his grave.
"My lord—the Tenth Prophet Talos—wishes to establish a nation belonging to the Night Lords…"
Jord, in his soul state, widened his eyes.
This was clearly some kind of magic applied to dead people.
Damn it!
Sanguinius, you thick-browed, big-eyed fellow, now you're learning Warp sorcery from your one-eyed Ogryn traitor, aren't you?!
Jord tried desperately to make his corpse shut up, but he couldn't.
It was as if he wasn't the owner of this corpse, merely a third party.
Jord watched his corpse reveal all the information it knew, unable to do anything.
"Shameful, you disgraceful wielder of sorcery, you don't deserve to be an angel."
Jord broke down.
He felt a sense of frustration at being toyed with by the other party.
"Go back to hell with your resentment," Alex said mockingly.
"Even if I don't deserve it, what can you do to me?"
"You…"
Jord wanted to continue speaking, but the next second, he was thrown back into that terrifying sea of blood.
"Sanguinius!"
A desperate and mournful scream, filled with hatred and malice, echoed from the sea of blood.
That guy didn't even let him finish his sentence!
How could he mock me and then just throw me back?!
Meanwhile, in Reality, the Players who had also heard the intelligence content began to discuss it in hushed tones.
"Talos!"
"That guy actually wants to establish a nation!"
"Gotham Empire? A Warhammer 40K version of a crime empire?"
"Hahaha, releasing a hundred thousand Jokers every day to kill for fun."
"Hahaha, a magnified Gotham."
"…"
As old Warhammer fans, Warmaster and the others were naturally familiar with this impressive individual who had rejected Abaddon and the Chaos Gods.
Like Konrad Curze, the Primarch of the Night Lords, Talos was also tormented by prophetic visions.
These prophetic visions were very unique; unlike traditional Warp prophecies, they were not troubled by the Warp's uncertainty and fluctuations, possessing higher accuracy.
Talos joined the Night Lords in the late Great Crusade.
He was once a Legion Apothecary, serving as a Sergeant of the First Claw of the 10th Company.
After the Horus Heresy, Talos willingly followed his Primarch, joining the rebellious faction against the Emperor.
After the Great Rebellion failed, Curze willingly died at the hands of an assassin, and the Night Lords consequently splintered.
Talos followed the demon-possessed Vandred Anrathi, together forming the Exalted warband.
Due to his prophetic visions, Talos was highly favored by the master of the Black Legion—Abaddon.
Abaddon heavily relied on psychic prophecies for warfare.
The Black Legion had no shortage of sorcerers and prophet groups, but they were too easily interfered with by the Warp's veil, leading to inaccurate prophecies.
Talos's prophecies, however, were different.
Like Konrad Curze, they were independent of the Warp, narrow and accurate.
This held an indescribable appeal for Abaddon.
For this, the Despoiler decisively extended an olive branch, attempting to recruit this talent.
Facing Abaddon's recruitment, Talos refused without hesitation.
He would never sell his soul to the Chaos Gods.
Serving Abaddon, a company captain of a shattered Legion, a twisted pawn blessed by the Gods, would undoubtedly mean selling himself completely to the Chaos Gods.
Abaddon was enraged by this and repeatedly used Talos's Exalted warband as cannon fodder.
Therefore, they were very disappointed with the Black Legion and began to think about establishing their own faction.
After falling out with the Red Corsairs, Vandred fell, and Talos naturally ascended to the head of the warband.
But not long after, Talos also perished in a great battle, dying with his enemy.
However, his gene-seed was taken by his comrades and implanted into a new recruit, creating the Tenth Prophet—Talos.
This Talos had even stronger prophetic abilities and inherited the memories of the previous Talos.
Based on the timeline, the Talos mentioned by these Night Lords should be the Tenth Prophet Talos.
In the regional chat channel, the Players also shared the intelligence obtained here.
Tenjiro: "Looks like another side quest: prevent the Night Lords from establishing a nation."
"I suggest wearing a clown mask when doing this quest," Zhuge said with a mischievous tone.
"Clown beating up a fallen version of Batman, I like this plot," Warmaster agreed.
"I still prefer the pornographic version where Batman beats up Harley Quinn, and the Joker is tied up not far away," Brother Pian said, no longer lurking, expressing his opinion.
Warmaster: "..."
Tenjiro: "..."
Zhuge: "..."
"....."
Twisted person: "@Brother Pian, I really don't want to criticize people like you. This is such a serious topic, and you're talking about this kind of thing. Are you worthy of the Emperor?"
Brother Pian: "@Twisted person, the female lead has a super hot body and looks very similar. I'll send you a copy when I have time, guaranteed to be explosive."
Twisted person: "@Brother Pian, good brother, for life."
"....."
Alex didn't pay attention to the regional chat channel. After digesting this information, he ordered Warmaster and the other Players to continue advancing.
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Chop! Chop! Chop!"
Wrist Bro was the most active, swinging his battle axe and charging into the depths of the Hive City world.
The other Players followed closely behind.
Along the way, they encountered some ordinary guards who resisted fiercely.
But they had been terrified by the cruel methods of the Night Lords,
preferring to fight to the death with the Players rather than be punished by those bat-cub.
Facing these pitiful people, Warmaster and the other Players' approach was simple: throw the heads of Jord and the other Night Lords over.
Looking at the heads of these villains, the guard soldiers who had been resisting fiercely fell into confusion.
Finally, under a verbal offensive, they laid down their weapons, clasped their hands over their heads, and chose to surrender.
The remaining Night Lords still wanted to resist, but in the face of overwhelming superiority, they were quickly defeated and all killed.
After initially gaining control of the situation, the Imperial forces landed in large numbers, seizing control of various key locations at the fastest speed and taking control of the Holkenwald world.
The guard soldiers who had fought for the Night Lords were escorted by the Imperial army and gathered in a large square.
When Alex walked over to inspect,
a strong, middle-aged soldier raised his head and looked at him.
"Will you kill us?"
Before Alex could reply, the other party continued to speak,
"We betrayed the Emperor. It doesn't matter if you kill us, but can you spare our wives and children? They are innocent. All the sins were committed by us."
The other soldiers also looked at Alex with expectant eyes.
If possible, they would not have fought for the Night Lords,
but they had no choice, because once the Night Lords retaliated, even their families would not be spared.
They could die, but they could not stand by and watch their families be tortured like that.
Alex gazed at the soldier.
When the protector cannot fulfill his promise, is the betrayal of the protected truly unforgivable?
"I will not kill you, nor will I kill your wives and children."
"But you betrayed the Emperor, and you must atone for it."
"Your punishment is to be incorporated into the Penitent Crusade. One day, when you have atoned for your sins, you can return and reunite with your wives and children."
Upon hearing Alex's words, the soldier's eyes widened slightly, then a look of joy appeared on his face.
In the past, the Imperium's punishment for traitors was very severe, often punishing entire planets.
It used to be common for the residents of an entire planet to be demoted to slaves for dozens of generations, taking hundreds of years to regain their freedom.
Just letting them join the Penitent Crusade without implicating their families, such a punishment can truly be said to be very light.
"Thank you for your mercy." The soldier knelt on one knee.
The other soldiers also knelt on one knee, thanking Alex for his mercy.
"I am unworthy to accept your thanks." Alex reached out and helped the soldier up, "The Imperium should have protected you from harm by the enemy, but we failed to do so."
"You were forced to submit to the enemy's tyranny, and now you must also accept punishment. I am the one who failed you."
The soldier's eyes widened.
The words of this demigod before him caught him somewhat off guard.
Suddenly, the soldier was in tears.
He placed his fist over his chest and said in a swearing tone, "We are willing to fight for you, no matter what kind of enemy we face."
The other soldiers made the same gesture.
This scene was seen by the Players in the distance.
Warmaster pouted, "See? This is the true Warhammer succubus. You Chaos guys always say I'm a succubus, but you never dare to say that about Guide."
Tenjiro also nodded, "Ten sentences, and a group of men and women are willing to give their lives for me."
Twisted person also chimed in, "Hahaha, you guys make Guide sound like he's running a pyramid scheme."
"....."
Inspecting the captives and gaining their loyalty was just a small interlude.
As Alex waved goodbye to the tearful captives and left the square,
a golden light curtain suddenly appeared.
[Congratulations, you have gained experience,
LV20 -> LV21
Learned Skill: Multi-Unity.
Your connection with the Players will become closer, forming a truly unified whole. If the Chaos Gods want to corrupt the Players, they must first corrupt you.
Learned Skill: Gate of Faith. When devout believers call your name, you can use this skill to quickly reach their side.
]
"It's getting harder and harder to level up," Alex complained as he looked at the light curtain.
The last time he leveled up to twenty was when he fought Ghomorra.
After so long and so many battles, he only now reached level twenty-one.
After checking the newly acquired skills,
Alex closed the light curtain, planning to try them out later when he had time.
He focused his thoughts on the information obtained from Jord and the other Night Lords.
"Cortana, open the memo light curtain and list Talos's matter as a key focus," Alex called out into the air.
"Okay, Master."
After Cortana responded, a light curtain appeared before Alex.
It detailed the matters Alex considered important.
Ranked first was reform.
Only by firmly promoting reform could the Imperium's strength be enhanced to win the war against the Gods.
Currently, the Reality High Lord Council is promoting his and Guilliman's will,
and reform measures will gradually deepen until the entire Imperium is transformed.
The second important matter is assisting Guilliman in launching the Indomitus Crusade, weakening the Chaos forces as much as possible.
Ten large-scale expedition fleets have already set sail,
and more expedition fleets are being prepared.
The Imperium of Man is the largest entity in the galaxy, and after reform, its productivity is terrifying, enough to support even more armies.
The third is finding the Emperor's sons.
Currently, Guilliman and Lion have returned, and Sanguinius is undergoing the resurrection process.
Once Mefiston and the other Blood Angels collect enough soul fragments, he can be officially resurrected.
The fourth matter: finding the relics left by the Old Ones and acquiring their technological knowledge as much as possible.
The Demon Hunter Battle Group is currently following up on this matter. As soon as they assist the Qikanti clan in restoring their nation, they have promised to give Zigman and the other Players clues.
The fifth is Webway reconstruction and Star Gate construction.
The problem of superluminal communication has been solved; the Lighthouse Network can be used for real-time message exchange.
However, navigation still relies on the Warp. Once storms intensify, navigation difficulty will increase sharply.
It is necessary to quickly promote Webway repair and Star Gate construction to ensure smooth shipping.
The sixth...
"This matter needs to be discussed with Guilliman and Lion. It needs constant attention, and we need to find an opportunity to eliminate it as soon as possible."
After Alex also included Talos's matter, he muttered to himself.
.....
Camus system.
"This battleship is quite good. I'll keep it as my flagship."
Lion inspected the Imperial Glory and nodded with satisfaction.
"As the Emperor's first son, I should have this right and honor, shouldn't I?"
Dante's eyes widened upon hearing this.
Ah! No!!!
Lion, as a Primarch, are you really going to openly snatch your brother's descendants' property??
Damn it, the Imperial Glory was left to us by Second Father.
"You shouldn't have any objections, right?" Lion asked Dante, knowing full well.
"This is the Saint's flagship," Dante said.
"The Saint doesn't need it right now. He's tens of thousands of light-years away. Why not let me use it first?" Lion said.
"No, you can ask for something else," Dante said.
Seeing Dante's persistence, Lion sighed lightly, "Alright, I'll choose something else."
Upon hearing this, Dante breathed a sigh of relief.
Everything else was fine,
but the Imperial Glory absolutely could not be given away.
This was given to them by Second Father.
Lion took half of the fleet and military forces Dante brought, but Dante didn't mind, instead happy that he had saved the Imperial Glory.
However, after Lion left, the more Dante pondered, the more something felt off.
Even if a Primarch was foolish, he would know that the Imperial Glory belonged to the Saint. How could he do something like openly snatching it?
"I was tricked." Dante's face showed annoyance.
The First Primarch didn't want the Imperial Glory at all.
He just wanted half of the fleet Dante brought.
If he had asked directly, Dante would definitely have objected, so he said he wanted the Imperial Glory.
"As expected of a Primarch!!"
Dante felt convinced.
He had lived for over a thousand years, yet he was teased like a child in front of a Primarch.
Half of his fleet and army were taken, and he was still happily thinking he had made a profit!!
Meanwhile, Lion looked at his gains, a smile playing on his lips.
So much new equipment, so many Primaris Space Marines, and God Chosen.
It must be said that Sanguinius's offspring are indeed good.
They gave such a big gift upon meeting their uncle.
.....
In the vast, boundless void, a magnificent fleet led by the Rock Fortress was sailing.
"You said there are Fallen Angels in Camus system?"
"They also claim that the Primarch has returned to their side."
Azrael, as Grand Master, frowned upon hearing the report from his Chief Librarian.
"That's what the Astropathic message said." Ezekiel, the Chief Librarian of the Dark Angels, stepped forward to vouch for the interpreted Astropathic message.
"It must be a conspiracy of the Fallen Angels. Bring the Rock Fortress over. No matter what, we must completely eliminate those Fallen Angels," Azrael said.