Sivir had done nothing in this Chaos Realm, he had not found an exit, and the Chaos Gods had not reacted to his actions.

He had tried to make peace with the Sadomasochistic Demons, Tzeentch Demons to be honest and honest, and Slaanesh to restrain himself and cleanse the Nagleg Demon of his sickness, but the Chaos Gods ignored Sivir's provocations.

Even as Sivir tried to destroy the world, the four gods remained indifferent. Sivir stood on top of a pile of corpses, all of whom had been slain by Sivir, and had been dead for a long time.

The earth was so ravine, shaped by Siwell's power. The corpses of countless demons buried the mountain peaks, filled the ravines, and leveled the ground.

Their bodies were stacked on the ground, stretching as far as the eye could see. Sivir began to feel irritable and restless.

He tried almost everything he could think of, but the Chaos Realm trapped him like an inescapable cage.

He's been here for so long that even Sivir can't make an accurate judgment about it.

Decades? Hundreds of years? Or longer? Sivir is also not clear. He was just a mortal after all.

Although he declared himself to the people of the empire

"God", but he knew that he was a human after all

"Mortal". The great power he possesses has not changed his essence. Self-doubt, anxiety, doubt, restlessness...... The same emotions that can only appear in the hearts of these cowardly mortals will appear in his heart.

Although the blade of his sword was still sharp, and even the demons who were slaughtering an entire world would not be dulled, he had already felt tired inside.

Suddenly, the world in front of Sivir's eyes began to change. The world ravaged by Sivir is restored, and the demons and chaos warriors under the command of the gods have reappeared, continuing to fight for the glory of their true gods.

Everything is the same as before, nothing has changed.

"Huh..." Sivir laughed, the negativity in his heart vanishing like a restored world.

The golden sword in his hand spread out like fireflies and vanished. He gave up.

He no longer tries to get out of here. He realized that the more anxious he was to get out, the easier it was to fall into the trap of chaos.

Sivir started with one

As a "bystander", he watched as demons and believers in this chaotic realm fought each other for the gods they believed in.

He watched as the demons weaved a web of intrigue on the battlefield, and watched the demons unleash their fury on the battlefield.

There are enough demons on this battlefield for any demon researcher to spend their entire life studying and exploring, and Sivier is now interested in identifying these demons one by one, trying to pronounce their names one by one in his mind.

The gods wanted to shake Sivir's will, but Sivir wouldn't give them the chance. It should be the Chaos Gods who should really be in a hurry, and their actions of trapping Sivir in this realm have confirmed their fears.

Is there anything that needs to be done by Sivir? No, you don't. Facing Sivir, whose heart was like water, the Chaos Evil Gods couldn't sit still.

They sent their Chaos Demons to try one by one to win over Sivir, using their energies to tempt, mislead, or intimidate Sivir.

"You are just a tool for the emperor to realize his ideals!"

"He is a liar! All He offers for all your efforts for Him is a hollow smile on His corpse. ”

"What are you going to do to overcome the hardships and dangers along the way, and to endure the inevitable and boundless tribulations?" Twilight

"He's just a dead corpse, and only you deserve it

The name of the "Lord of Mankind"! ”

"Regent? No, you're supposed to be the emperor of mankind! ”

"Why are you fighting for Him?"

"Join us, and a very different fate awaits you."

"You will be another eternal immortal!" ······ Sivir confronted these demons, who represented the will of the evil gods, and with a wave of his hand, they disappeared before his eyes.

Sivervi had not been corrupted by Chaos in the past, and not now, nor will he. No matter how tempted the evil god may be, how he may present to him fantasies about the dark future of humanity, any illusion that blinds Sivir will not work, and Sivir's will will will not waver in the slightest.

The gods were nowhere near as omnipotent as their followers portrayed, at least they had nothing to do with Sivir at this time.

They cannot corrupt Sivir's will, nor can they destroy Sivir's existence······ After another unknown amount of time, Sivir, who had endured the whispers of evil gods in his ear in the Chaos Realm, stood up.

There was a slight change in this eternal world, and certain beings had descended here, and he felt the aura of sadism.

Sivel lifted his footsteps, and by the time it fell again, Sivel had reached Faette's side.

"A sadomasochistic believer on the verge of becoming a demon prince." Sivir thought as he looked at Faette, who was covered in blood.

But he soon realized that the warrior was different from the rest of the sadistic cultists—his soul had been tainted by the sadomastics, but not yet truly corrupted by it.

Although the soul of the warrior was still in the bag of the Sadist when he succeeded in promoting him to the rank of Demon Prince, Sivir would never just watch a warrior fall into the slavery of the Sad.

When the sadistic fingers touched Faette's soul, Sivir grabbed the sadistic arm and forcibly stopped the sadistic movements.

"Lord Sivir!" Faette was surprised to discover the identity of the person in front of him, he never imagined that he would meet the Holy Son in this hellish world.

Twilight

"His soul doesn't belong to you, I'm not allowed." Sivir shook his grip back on his arm, then turned his head to look at Faette with a surprised expression.

"This is not the place for you, I'll send you back." ············ Fayette's closed eyes blinked rapidly.

His body twitched, and then he vomited a thin stream of blood-stained saliva. He let out a fierce sound that was half moaning, half screaming, and woke up from his bed.

Faette felt the anger wane from his brain, and the fury dissipated. He gasped from the depths of his soul, his hands and feet propped up his body, and consciousness returned to his body.

Not far away, Eric cautiously looked at Fayette, who had just risen. He wanted to step forward and help his company commander.

But not long ago, the sight of Fayette slashing at him with a hideous battle axe stuck with him, and he was never able to take his own steps.

"Are you okay?" Fayette struggled to prop himself up, and it was only after hearing Eric's voice that he realized that there was another presence in the room.

He felt his body become stronger than ever, and he felt like he could even compete with the Sadistic Great, but the concussions from his soul made him feel like he needed a little time to recover.

"Maybe that'll make you feel better." Eventually, Eric made it to Faette's side, and he no longer felt the disgusting smell of blood on Faette's body.

Feeling a hand on his shoulder, he lifted his head, just in time to meet Eric's eyes.

A gentle psychic energy came from Eric's hand, making Fayette feel incredibly comfortable.

"My brother, I'm sorry—" Fayette ducked Eric's gaze and lowered his head in shame.

"Looks like you've regained your consciousness, company commander." Eric noticed that there was no more crazy bloodlust in Fayette's eyes, and that he had returned to normal.

"No, I'm ashamed of my responsibilities, and I don't have the shame to be called a company commander by you anymore." Fayette stood up, deliberately distancing himself from Elikra, and then asked him, "Is this a room in the battleship?" Eric saw that Fayette didn't want to discuss the title with him, and he nodded.

"All right, Fayette. Here it is

The crew compartment of the battleship "Direct Hit". Hearing Eric's answer, and looking out the window at the World Tree growing from the planet, Fayette immediately understood the current situation.

"So, we're now traveling to other planets in the galaxy to help them clean up demons and heretics?" Eric nodded, opened the hatch, and beckoned to Fayette.

"The Living Saint is waiting for you on the bridge, and I'll take you there." ······ After the living saint Debra cleared all the enemies on Raven, as the undisputed embodiment of the Emperor's will, she took over the leadership of the entire Raven as a matter of course.

While almost everyone knows nothing about her past, no one questions the leadership of the Living Saint Debra.

Her accomplishments surpassed those of the Empire's Astral Army's War Zone Commanders-in-Chief, and her teachings made all the citizens of the Empire simpler and wiser, all of which were enough for her to lead the crowd to purge evil and restore the glory of the Emperor.

Debra, on the other hand, has a clear understanding of her own abilities, and she knows that the emperor has given her only strength.

Strategist, commander, strategist, member of the state church, and warrior ······of Astarte, she gathered the leading talents of Raven and handed over the command to these professionals.

What she should do is lead the Imperial army with the help of these people, fight side by side with the fighters on the front line and inspire them.

With the help of the Living Saint and the Imperial elite around him, Raven quickly assembled a group of support fleets to support other planets in the galaxy.

Aboard the expeditionary fleet's flagship, Debra listens to the others on the bridge. The spacecraft relies on the speed provided by sub-light thrusters to get closer to other planets in the galaxy, often taking weeks or even months.

Debra and the Imperial elite around her have plenty of time to learn about the other planets while the support fleet is on the way, and then better allocate military forces and plans of action.

Not all planets in the Livingston system have encountered a huge subspace rift like the planetary capital Raven, and have been invaded so violently by the forces of Chaos.

On other planets in the Livingston system, humanity faces enemies of its own kind – Chaos Warriors, Cultists, and the Corrupted.

Although the power of this invasion is a little small compared to the attack on Raven.

But don't forget, other planets don't have as strong defenses as Raven.

Moreover, as those cultists will perform extremely bloody sacrificial rituals on the planet, there will also be demons joining in the killing on the planet.

So Debra must synthesize all the information and make the best choice, only in this way can the casualties of the Empire's people be minimized.

"Sage." Debra, who was immersed in the vast amount of information, heard Eric's respectful shout and turned to look at Faette, who had a grim face.

Fayette also looked at the saint, her face as resolute as a stone sculpture, unwavering.

"Just like the self who stopped his madness at the time." Faette thought in trepidation.

"Fayette." The Living Saint spoke. She seemed to see some of Faette's thoughts. Twilight

"In the war on the Raven Star, not only did you lose something, we all lost what we cherished to a greater or lesser extent, but with rational thinking and strategy, we still won the victory."

"The Empire still needs us, and our value is not just in a war that will free us, and we can do more for the Empire."

"I don't want you to rush at the enemy with your bare hands right now and die a worthless death. I advise you to follow orders and look like an Astarte warrior. ”

"Don't let down the expectations of the Emperor and the Holy Son." Faette stared intently at the living saint who was full of sacredness, and his eyes gradually became full of determination.

The four servants brought two axes, which were huge for their size, and handed them to Fayette.

The Living Saint has used the Emperor's silver flames to drive away the Chaos Smudge and Demon Spirit from the massive Demon Battle Axe, and then used the molten remains to reforge two chainsaw axes for Fayette.

Twilight

"The Blood Father and Blood Son were once the exclusive weapons of the World Eater's original Angron." Debra, the living saint, said as she looked at Fayette as he picked up the chainsaw axe.

"Savage, vicious, and eternally furious, Angrand is still known for his prowess in combat, and is known as one of the strongest and most powerful primitives along with Riemann Ruth and Vulganzi."

"But......" The Living Saint didn't continue, but Faette knew that Angeland had eventually fallen into the arms of the Sadists.

He had learned about Angelan, now the demon prince of the Sadomasochism, during his training at the Grey Knight.

"Fayette. I give you these two chainsaw axes and name them Blood Brother and Blood Brother. ”

"The power of anger and bloodlust has not yet disappeared from the depths of your heart, and I want you to control it, not be controlled by it." Twilight