Chapter 430: The Beginning of the Great Chaos!

Grand Inquisitor Anris Gus was exhausted. At three hundred years old, he had long since surpassed the limits of a mortal lifespan, barely surviving through various life-extension technologies, but he was reaching his limit. Unless he was willing to transform himself into a mechanical body, he would lose his pure human characteristics, so he refused. After all, he did not worship the Machine God or the Omnissiah; he worshipped the Emperor and humanity. He longed to die as a pure human.

But he could not die yet!

In every sense of the word, he could not die!

He maintained the fragile balance of three star sectors. Worlds that would have been burned and destroyed by radical inquisitors were preserved after his review. He mediated and connected six Space Marine chapters, providing the foundation for their existence. He acted as a guarantor for thirteen Forge Worlds to exchange their goods and supplies. And more, countless Hive Worlds, Agri-Worlds, Shrine Worlds, and Cathedral Worlds... he was the one maintaining the balance of it all.

It was not as if there were no rumors about him within the Inquisition. But as a Grand Inquisitor with distinguished service, a legendary figure who had served the Emperor for three hundred years, a man who had repelled Chaos, slaughtered countless Chaos cultists, banished countless demons, and even personally reversed at least three plots by the Evil Gods and banished no fewer than two dozen Greater Daemons, he had enough credibility to ensure the Inquisition's trust.

Knowing the nature of the high-ranking officials of the Human Empire and the bureaucratic style within the Inquisition, he understood one thing deeply: he could not die. Before his disciples grew up, before they were qualified to become Grand Inquisitors, he could not die. Otherwise, these three star sectors and their trillions of humans would face total annihilation.

Therefore, Anris Gus hated any surprises, because a surprise meant he might have to risk his life to do one or several things.

Yet, the arrival of a surprise did not depend on his will. For instance, after half a year without any accidents or wars, just when Anris Gus thought this year was a rare good year, his disciple—the one he had high hopes for and who was capable of inheriting his mantle, Kethya—sent a series of urgent messages. The content was so heretical that it made him want to use a plasma pistol to properly wash Kethya's brain.

What plots of the Four Evil Gods? What possible Four-God-Chosen entity with three signs? What Living Saint? What, Ka'Bandha captured? What, Demon Primarch captured? What... what, what, what is this!!

If Anris Gus hadn't been very certain of Kethya's uniqueness—the type who could be killed or captured by demons, but was almost impossible to be corrupted out of thin air—he would have thought this was another plot by demons to corrupt or kill him. However, he still prepared to take a fleet and a legion to go personally, even if it was just to clean up after his disciple.

But while he was still organizing the army, the situation changed again and again.

First, several Sisters of Battle orders contacted him. At least three Arch-Sisters of the Ecclesiarchy's armed forces hoped to join his expedition. Before this, he hadn't even revealed his intention to do anything; these Sisters of Battle orders had all appeared out of thin air.

Before Anris Gus could decide whether to ask these Arch-Sisters why they wanted to join his team, or why they were certain he was conducting an "expedition," two Titan Legions also came knocking. They wanted nothing, had no prerequisites, and told Anris Gus straight out that he could use their power at will: a total of ten Warhound-class Titans, five Reaver-class Titans, and one powerful, invincible Warlord-class Titan. This force was already large enough to determine the direction of a sector-level campaign.

As a Grand Inquisitor, in his three hundred years of service, Anris Gus had cooperated with Titan Legions many times, using these behemoths known as God-Machines. Whether it was banishing Greater Daemons or wiping out the Chaos forces of a star sector, every time he had paid a huge price to activate these God-Machines, whether in terms of connections, promises, or material resources.

Even so, he had never used more than five Titans in any single campaign.

Titans, known as God-Machines, were the pinnacle masterpieces of the Human Empire—no, of the entire material universe's technological power. According to their level, they were generally divided into Warhound-class, Reaver-class, Warlord-class, and the legendary Emperor-class.

Even the smallest Warhound-class Titan stood fifteen to eighteen meters tall, equipped with warship-grade weaponry, such as plasma blastguns, and equipped with high-power void shields. Both offensively and defensively, they were near the extreme, capable of ending a small-scale battle the moment they stepped onto the battlefield. Yet, in the Titan series, this was considered a scout-class machine.

Reaver-class Titans stood twenty-five to thirty meters tall, possessing even more powerful weaponry and void shields, followed by the nearly forty-meter Warlord-class Titans, and the legendary Emperor-class Titans of over fifty meters...

These were the treasures of the Empire, the final trump cards that would almost never be deployed lightly!

But he hadn't even set out yet, and two Titan Legions had already come to him. This directly shocked Anris Gus.

Then, following closely were over ten Space Marine chapters. The smallest chapter had about two hundred people, and the largest had already exceeded one thousand. They arrived in full, including their Chapter Masters and their flagship vessels. Moreover, they brought out their best equipment—whether it was the inherited relic-grade power armor, power swords, or master-crafted power hammers, bolters, and even the Dreadnoughts that were never used lightly were all awakened. It was as if they were preparing for a final battle, all declaring their integration into Anris Gus's expedition.

Anris Gus was numb.

Setting aside the mortal troops that hadn't gathered yet, such as the Astra Militarum, this lineup made him think he was going to the Eye of Terror!

The most critical thing was that the Astropathic Choir kept sending messages. Shrine Worlds across the three star sectors were issuing calls for a crusade; over fifty million crusade militia troops were gathering. Over ten Forge Worlds announced they had received the Omnissiah's divine revelation, and their Skitarii legions were being formed. Over one hundred destroyers, cruisers, and battleships of the space armed forces began to gather. At the same time, in the vast areas outside the three star sectors, more Space Marine chapters, more Sisters of Battle units, more Titan Legions, Skitarii legions, Shrine World crusade armies, and even various Hive Worlds and Astra Militarum regiments were rushing toward him.

This left Anris Gus in absolute silence.

Those who knew, knew he hadn't done anything; those who didn't know would certainly think he was about to attack the Eye of Terror, or perhaps launch a counter-attack on the Solar System to "cleanse the side of the Emperor," right??

Anris Gus dared not delay any longer. Even though the mortal troops he originally intended to gather hadn't arrived, he immediately set off with a fleet of over thirty warships, not daring to show the slightest negligence.

And when he asked all the leaders of the Sisters of Battle units, the Mechanicus members of the Titan Legions, and the Librarians of the Space Marine chapters, the answer he received was only one.

The Emperor's divine revelation!

And it was a divine revelation with an unprecedentedly severe attitude and anxious emotion. Even the most sluggish recipients could sense the absolute gravity of this event.

Upon entering the Warp, Anris Gus looked at the last message his disciple had sent him. He carefully read every word of this secret letter, and then his gaze moved past what he thought was the focus—the three Demon Primarchs—and looked at the description of the human who carried the three signs.

"... An immortal from the 21st century, or before the 21st century?"

"... Comparable to the Emperor, capable of isolating the Warp's corruption, and even uniquely cleansing corruption, even the corruption of Demon Primarchs?"

"... His true strength is unfathomable, but his 'psychic power'? It continuously makes everything around him feel that he is weak? Is it to mask his strength? Or to lure Warp entities into taking the bait?"

"... Carrying 21st-century morality, too kind, too soft-hearted, too indecisive, but in this regard, he is actually full of human touch? A human touch with strength?"

"... He considers himself human, and holds firm human thoughts, while also having a firm belief in... materialism? What is that? A belief in the Machine God?"

The more Anris Gus read, the more confused he became, but the desire that had long been buried deep in his heart grew stronger.

Like master, like disciple.

Grand Inquisitor Anris Gus also harbored a desire he never dared to speak of to anyone...

If...

If the Emperor could still walk among humans, if human society could regain its rationality, if...

Then the fleet entered the Warp. And the moment they entered the Warp, a torrent of Chaos wrapped around the fleet and surged forward.

This was not an encounter with a Warp storm, nor was it a skirmish with demons, but a golden torrent erupting from a huge, cold sun, carrying this fleet forward in a mad rush.

Powerful Librarians even sensed that in this same Warp torrent, several other fleets were also heading toward the same target.

Then, before many people could even recover, their fleet broke through the Warp and returned to the material universe. They then saw a fleet livery familiar to many Imperial soldiers and high-ranking officials just entering the Warp in the void not far from them, while at the same time, ships clearly belonging to the Chaos side were bursting out of the Warp.

"Was that... the Black Legion's fleet just now!?"

"Yes, from the livery, from the ships, and even from the spiritual light, it can be confirmed!"

"Then why did they leave? A Chaos plot!?"

"I don't know, and I won't care about that. I only know..."

"The time for a massacre has arrived!"

At multiple locations at the Mandeville Point of the star system (the safe zone that appears when returning to the material universe from Warp travel), Imperial warship groups kept bursting out of the Warp. There were Imperial Navy ships, Skitarii legions, Space Marine chapter ships, Sisters of Battle fleet groups, mortal crusade fleet groups...

At the same time, a large number of Chaos-side ships were also impatiently spewing out of the Warp at multiple locations. There were Chaos warbands pledged to Khorne, Chaos cultists pledged to Tzeentch, viral ships pledged to Nurgle, various "art piece" ships pledged to Slaanesh, and even more Chaos-undivided mortal traitors, Mechanicus traitors, Space Marine traitors, various mutants, aberrations, and monsters...

Thousands of warships began a frantic exchange of fire in this star sector, fighting and retreating toward the target planet. The brilliance of the battle, the aftermath of the explosions, and the frantically flickering psychic light could even be seen with the naked eye from the surface of the dead planet in the distance.

And at this moment, Su Xing was already hacking at the third Four-God Demon. At the same time, more drop pods were falling densely from outer space, containing both Imperial Space Marines and Chaos Space Marines. As soon as they met, they were excited, and then they began to slaughter each other.

Warhammer daily life number two... The Great Chaos has begun!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 431 =====