Chapter 162: Four Evil Gods Corrupted and Fallen, the King of Hope Emperor Descends!

The Evil God of Fear was stunned, discovering that what it had absorbed was not "killing intent," but "the resolve to protect."

The Evil God of Lust had absorbed not "desire," but "selfless love."

The Evil God of Filth had absorbed not "despair," but "never-giving-up hope"!

They thought they could pollute Ultraman, causing light to fall.

But in reality, they had only absorbed the purest, most intense will of light from Ultraman!

The Four Evil Gods were horrified, wanting to immediately sever this deadly connection and stop this suicidal "feeding."

However, it was too late.

An elegant and mysterious figure silently descended into the heart of the warp, appearing before the four gods.

It was Ultraman Saga!

Seeing this miraculous incarnation that had just crushed Hyper Zetton in the heavens, the Four Evil Gods were terrified out of their wits.

"Y-You... how could you be here?!"

Ultraman Saga did not answer.

He simply raised his hand slowly, pointing at the four energy conduits linking reality and the void, and gave a light wave.

The colorful miraculous light instantly enveloped, solidified, and even... thickened the four conduits!

【Ultraman Saga Miracle · Law Welding】

Boooom!!!

The Four Evil Gods horrifiedly discovered that their energy connection with the Ultraman Star Nebula had been completely welded shut!

They could not sever it!

They could only be passively, continuously, and frenziedly infused with that light-will capable of utterly purifying them...

On the rotting body of the Evil God of Filth, holy flowers began to bloom, and it let out a heart-wrenching howl.

"No! Not like this! Quickly sever the connection!"

"If this continues... we will be reversely polluted!!!"

Deep within the warp.

Here, the concepts of time and space are meaningless; only pure emotion and will surge eternally.

But now,

this chaotic ocean has unleashed unprecedented, terrifying waves.

"No! Stop! This power... ahhhhh!"

The shrill, distorted scream of Tzeentch echoed,

as its vast will-form, built from countless lies and conspiracies, was frenziedly infused with streams of pure, warm energy containing "protection" and "courage."

To it, this energy was deadlier than the most vicious curse!

The wisdom it prided itself on, before absolute light, became pale and powerless.

It tried to weave lies to deceive this energy, but found its essence was "trust," which cannot be deceived.

It tried to use trickery to alter the energy's flow, but found the energy's target was "protection," unwavering!

Its very essence was being dissolved!

"Save me! Fear! Filth! Lust! Quickly sever the connection!"

Tzeentch felt, for the first time, the emotion named "fear,"

not the kind it felt when toying with mortals,

but a primal, ultimate fear of its own existence being erased.

Yet its cry for help was like a stone sinking into the sea.

Because its three fellow gods were undergoing the same terrifying "purification."

On Fear's bronze throne, the Blood God swung his great axe wildly, hacking at the energy conduit linking himself to the Ultraman Star Nebula.

But each swing not only failed to sever the conduit, instead letting more "resolve to protect" surge into its body.

The eyes burning with endless killing intent, for the first time, showed bewilderment.

Carnage... for what purpose?

Destruction... what could it bring?

In its mind, unbidden, appeared the images of Ultramen fighting to protect the weak.

Those battles were likewise filled with power and passion.

But that passion was not for destruction, but for...

protection?

"Roar... protection...?"

Fear's roar carried a hint of confusion.

It felt that its divinity, forged from pure rage, was being infused with a magazine named "courage."

And in Filth's garden, the scene was even more bizarre.

On the rotting, bloated body of the Plague Lord, holy flowers emitting life's radiance stubbornly grew from its pustules.

The plagues and decay it regarded as its perfect creations were being neutralized and purified by an energy named "never-giving-up hope."

Its garden was recovering!

"No... my children... my decay... my despair..."

Filth let out a grief-stricken howl.

It felt its divinity slipping away,

Taking its place was the one thing it loathed most — "vitality".

In Slaanesh's palace, the decadent music had long since ceased.

The Prince of Pleasure curled upon its throne, trembling all over.

That energy called "selfless love" was scouring its divine realm, built of utter selfish desire and indulgence.

It discovered

that the pure emotion transmitted from the Ultraman Star Sea — asking nothing in return, wishing only for the other's good —

far surpassed any sensory stimulation it had ever pursued,

was...

was...

"Wonderful..."

Slaanesh unconsciously uttered the word, then clapped its hands over its mouth in horror.

How could this be!

How could it find that boring thing wonderful?!

The Four Chaos Gods of the Warp,

four dread existences that had spread fear and despair across the Warhammer universe for ten thousand years.

At this moment, they were undergoing an unprecedented... reverse corruption by the very positive energy they most despised, most loathed, most failed to comprehend!

This scene, through the Heavenly Screen, was clearly presented before the eyes of the myriad-world audience.

After a brief dead silence came an uproar like mountains collapsing and seas overturning!

Trisolaran First Fleet.

The Chairman's thought-wave let out a sharp, explosive cry, containing incomparable joy:

"See it? See it? This is the Main God Civilization's power and greatness — I said long ago, before the Main God those Chaos Gods are but a grain in the vast ocean!"

Chief Scientist 3056 added, its thought-form flickering from overexcitement:

"I understand! The Chaos Gods feed on negative emotions; when they actively go to 'eat' the Main God Civilization, it's equivalent to them voluntarily opening their own defenses, exposing their fundamental laws!"

"And the Main God Civilization's essence is an aggregate of positive energy!"

"This is a... a premeditated 'poisoning'! No! It's 'force-feeding medicine'!"

"What terrifying wisdom!"

"Praise Ultraman!"

Super Seminary.

Karl the God of Death pushed up his glasses, eyes behind the lenses flashing with unprecedented fanatical light.

"I see... I see!"

"The end of negative emotion is destruction; then the extreme of positive emotion..."

"is 'Creation' and 'Correction'!"

"Ultraman — they aren't destroying the Chaos Gods, they are 'correcting' the Chaos Gods!"

"Rewriting the erroneous program into the correct program!"

"This... this is countless dimensions more sophisticated than mere destruction!"

"This is the true... divine magnum opus!"

Wandering Earth universe.

Liu Peiqiang watched the four Chaos Gods being "corrupted by goodness" on the screen, voice hoarse:

"MOSS, recalculate. The win probability of this war."

MOSS's red dot blinked for a long while,

this time its voice was no longer cold, even carrying a trace of...

humanized shock.

"Lieutenant Colonel Liu Peiqiang, unable to calculate."

"What we are witnessing is the process of 'definition' itself being 'redefined'."

"The probability of victory... is no longer a question that needs discussing."

Warhammer universe, Holy Terra.

Guilliman gazed at the sky, watching the four wills being reshaped by light in the Warp; his whole person froze.

The Human Imperium had battled these four arch-enemies for thousands of years.

He knew their horror and stubbornness better than anyone.

They were the universe's cancer, an ineradicable darkness.

But now, these four tumors were being forcibly transformed by an outside power into... healthy organs?

"This... this..."

Guilliman's lips trembled; he could not utter a complete sentence.

The Custodes behind him, those battle-hardened Imperial warriors, were likewise dumbstruck, weapons nearly slipping from their grasp.

Their ten-thousand-year faith, the meaning of their struggle, their entire worldview — in this instant, utterly overturned!

Just then, deep in the Warp.

That elegant, mysterious Saga phantom slowly raised its hand.

Its voice, calm and grand, resounded through the will-cores of the Four Chaos Gods.

【Ye are born of the sea of emotion, a part of cosmic law.】

【Darkness is not original sin; imbalance is.】

Today, in the name of hope, I grant you……rebirth.

At the moment the words fell, the four energy conduits, welded shut, blazed with light, increasing a millionfold.

"Ahhhhhhh——!!!"

Four cries that echoed through the immaterium rang out simultaneously!

But within those cries, pain rapidly faded, replaced by a sense of relief, an epiphany, a……joy of rebirth!

Boom—!!!

The god-realm of Tzeentch, composed of countless labyrinths and conspiracies, collapsed with a thunderous crash!

In its place arose a towering, magnificent library, stretching from heaven to earth, constructed of pure light!

Within its halls are stored all true knowledge and wisdom of the universe, its doors open to all who seek!

Tzeentch's deceitful will, reshaped in the light, became a tranquil thought filled with wisdom and reason.

【At the end of lies lies void; only wisdom can guide the way forward.】

【My name is the God of Wisdom, the Enlightener.】

Immediately after,

The brazen throne of Khorne shattered inch by inch! The blood sea evaporated, the mountain of bones melted!

A vast arena, radiating boundless courage, rose from the ground!

Here, slaughter is no longer rewarded; instead, those who fight to protect are praised!

Khorne's raging fury transformed into steadfast courage to shield the weak.

【At the extreme of anger lies destruction; only courage can guard all.】

【My name is the God of Courage, the Protector.】

The rotting garden of Nurgle, bathed in the ultimate light of life, burst forth with renewed vigor!

Upon countless withered bones, blossomed flowers of life that never fade!

This is no longer the endpoint of despair, but a holy ground for all life's cycle and rebirth!

Nurgle's will, which spread despair, transformed into the deepest praise for life.

【The root of despair is stagnation; only life endures eternally.】

【My name is the God of Life, the Nurturer.】

Lastly,

The decadent palace of Slaanesh, in the pure light of love,

Transformed into a resplendent hall of art.

Within its halls, no longer are there twisted creations to satisfy private desires, but eternal masterpieces praising selfless devotion and depicting pure love.

Slaanesh's indulgent desires were sublimated into the ability to create and appreciate beauty.

【The end of desire is emptiness; only true love can fill the soul.】

【My name is the God of Love and Beauty, the Creator.】

The Four Chaos Gods, in a brief moment, were utterly remade!

Fallen into goodness!

They have become the four new gods of the immaterium, representing the universe's positive laws……the benevolent deities!

At this moment,

Throughout the Warhammer universe, the souls of all sentient beings, deep within, the shadow that had oppressed them for ten thousand years, dissipated like smoke!

An unprecedented ease and joy welled up from the depths of every heart.

……

The Shrouding the Heavens World.

Within the Immortal Mountain, the Stone Emperor rose in shock:

"The……laws……have been tampered with!"

"The fundamental Dao of a universe has been forcibly reversed! What manner of hand is this!"

The Perfect World.

Deep in the forbidden zone, a supreme giant, separated by the Boundary Sea, uttered a dreamlike murmur:

"To purify darkness with light……"

"No, to let darkness itself blossom with light……"

"This path……can it be walked?"

The Naruto World.

Uchiha Madara's eyes violently contracted as he gazed upon the four newly born benevolent deities in the heavens, muttering:

"Mad……they've all gone mad……but……truly……so beautiful……"

He could not imagine, if at the Valley of the End, it had not been him and Hashirama locked in a death struggle, but an Ultraman had descended, making both him and Hashirama "fallen into goodness," what a sight that would be.

……

The moment the immaterium was purified, its most direct effect on the real universe was the Golden Throne!

The "Dark King" title, entwined around the Emperor, formed from the accumulated despair and twisted faith of billions of souls over ten thousand years, had already quietly changed.

After the Four Chaos Gods fell into goodness, the originally dense dark power within it instantly became water without a source.

And at the same time,

The "Hope Force," ignited by the light of Slaanesh in the hearts of all citizens of the Human Imperium,

Like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, surged madly into the Emperor's desolate sea of soul!

Hum——!!!

Upon the Golden Throne, that withered corpse of ten thousand years suddenly erupted with multicolored radiance billions of times more dazzling than the sun!

The countless tubes connecting to his body shattered inch by inch and vaporized within that light!

The Emperor's body began to be reshaped!

Shriveled skin regained fullness, withered muscles swelled anew, shattered bones knitted whole once more!

In his hollow eye sockets, two golden stars ignited, each containing an entire galaxy!

A head of lustrous black hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

He rose slowly, standing up from that Golden Throne which had bound him for ten thousand years!

No earth-shaking momentum, no world-destroying pressure.

Only a warm, benevolent, yet majestic aura that compelled all things to submit, instantly enveloping all of Terra.

And spreading outward across the entire Imperial domain.

Guilliman looked at that figure, at that face both familiar and strange; this Primarch who had endured countless wars and personally slain Daemon Primarchs now wept uncontrollably.

He dropped to one knee, voice choked.

"Father..."