The warships of the Human Imperium swept through the Milky Way like an iron tide. Planet after planet was reclaimed, and star system after star system returned to the embrace of the Imperium. The empire's forward momentum was steady and powerful, yielding massive results, and everything was moving toward a direction of prosperity.
The White Scars, led by Jaghatai Khan, became the vanguard in the purge of the Dark Eldar. This free-spirited Primarch was like a violent gale on the battlefield, leading his subordinates into the fray without a hint of fear.
"Kill them all! Leave none alive!" Jaghatai Khan roared, personally decapitating a Dark Eldar Archon. Blood splattered across his power armor, but it did not slow the speed of his lightning-fast blade in the slightest.
Jaghatai Khan loved this mission. Slaughting the Dark Eldar required no restraint; all they needed to do was kill, kill, and kill again. Furthermore, the Dark Eldar shared a blood feud with him. It was precisely because he had been lured by a Dark Eldar raiding party that he had been lost within the Webway for so many years. Now, his former enemies were defenseless before him, and he intended to crush these perverts into dust.
Jaghatai Khan fought with a savage joy, laughing as he carved through the enemy, and his warriors were infected by his spirit, their morale reaching a fever pitch.
Meanwhile, the Ultramarines, commanded by Roboute Guilliman, advanced with even more rigorous tactical precision. The wise and rational Primarch stood in the flagship's command deck, calmly analyzing the state of the battlefield.
"Chapters 553 through 559, flank the left wing and cut off the enemy's retreat. Chapters 560 through 600, apply frontal pressure. Do not give them a moment to breathe," Guilliman issued his commands.
Under his direction, the Ultramarines functioned like a precision-tuned machine, every movement orderly and efficient. The Dark Eldar retreated step by step in the face of such high-level tactics until they were eventually annihilated.
Within a few short months, a vast number of Dark Eldar were slaughtered to the point of extinction. Their planets were purified and re-incorporated into the Imperium's territory. Their weapons and technology were seized and uploaded to the Imperium's database.
As for the 'good' Eldar, such as the resistance led by Yvraine, they were allowed to join the ranks of the Imperium after a strict vetting and verification process. Of course, the prerequisite was that they could pass the 'Faith in the God-Emperor' assessment one month later. At that time, only Eldar who truly believed in the God-Emperor would be deemed necessary to keep alive.
As for those who refused to believe... 'Bold xenos, face your death!'
"Your loyalty will be rewarded, but betrayal will be paid for with your lives." Guilliman stood before Yvraine, his tone firm and unquestionable.
Yvraine knelt on one knee, presenting the Crone Sword. "We are willing to serve the Human Imperium and fight for the God-Emperor." Her voice was crisp and resolute.
Guilliman took the legendary weapon, examining it closely. Although he had already awakened, the power contained within this blade still surprised him.
"You shall become a part of the Imperium, but you must abide by our rules and order," Guilliman said.
Yvraine nodded in agreement. She knew that in the face of this powerful empire, joining was the only option. Subsequently, these Eldar warriors underwent genetic modification by Ge Xiaolun and received equipment upgrades, becoming a specialized auxiliary force. Their psychic talents and sensitivity to the Warp allowed them to play a vital role in reconnaissance and early warning.
Curiously, during the Imperium's massive reclamation efforts, the forces of Chaos remained unusually quiet. There were no sudden Warp rifts, no demonic invasions, and even small-scale harassment was rare. This abnormal tranquility raised the vigilance of both Ian and the Emperor.
"They must be planning something big," Ian said, standing in the Golden Throne room of Terra, his brow slightly furrowed.
The Emperor nodded in agreement, his golden eyes flickering. "The Chaos Four Gods will not give up easily. They are likely gathering their strength, preparing for a decisive counterattack."
Even so, Ian and the Emperor were not worried.
"Even if they really manage to pull off some universe-destroying ultimate move, I can instantly take all the humans who believe in me to another universe," Ian said confidently.
A faint light shimmered between his fingers. Ian was actually being quite modest; from the moment he acquired the Avaritia Mod until now, he hadn't had the chance to exert his full strength. No person or thing could make him feel the need to truly get serious. He even felt that if he wanted to, he could stuff the entire Warhammer physical universe into his pocket and carry it away.
Moreover, even if he only took the humans, the current Human Imperium possessed unprecedented productivity; rebuilding would only be a matter of time. That time might even be less than a year. Under current production levels, creation seemed just as simple as destruction.
A trace of relief flashed in the Emperor's golden eyes. Since Ian's appearance, the face of the Human Imperium had been completely transformed, with technology and military power soaring to incredible heights. Furthermore, Ian personally possessed the Sword of the Cosmos and the Infinity Armor, giving him the confidence to face any threat directly.
"To be honest, I'm actually hoping those Chaos Gods in the Warp can come up with something interesting," Ian's eyes flashed with a hint of curiosity, "just to give me some entertainment."
The Emperor smiled slightly, feeling the confidence and anticipation in Ian's words.
Meanwhile, the progress of the Imperium's reclamation continued to move forward steadily, with reports of victory arriving constantly. Planets in various war zones that had once been occupied by xenos returned one by one to the embrace of humanity. Formidable alien races such as the Tyranids, Orks, and parts of the Necrons were defenseless against the Imperium's new weaponry.
"We have reclaimed thirty percent of the Milky Way's territory," Guilliman reported the latest progress to Ian and the Emperor. His voice carried pride, but it was tempered by his characteristic calm and rationality. As a Primarch, he would never be blinded by victory.
"The progress is faster than expected," the Emperor nodded.
"This is only the beginning." Ian stood up and walked toward a massive star map.
On the map, the reclaimed areas were marked in gold, while the unreclaimed regions remained a dim grey. Although the golden area only accounted for 30%, its rate of expansion was staggering.
"At this rate, in another year, we will have reclaimed seventy percent of the galaxy," the Emperor said confidently.
Guilliman nodded in agreement, but his rational instinct forced him to offer a reminder: "We must remain wary of a counterattack from the Chaos forces."
"Let them come." Ian smiled, his eyes full of expectation. "I'm already prepared."
Around the planet Terra, thousands of War Planets hung silently in suspension. They were the Imperium's strongest weapons, each capable of easily destroying a star system. And in the deeper reaches of space, fleets composed of countless super-warships shuttled between war zones, carrying the will of the Imperium to every corner of the galaxy.
The resurgence of the Human Imperium was now unstoppable; a brand new Golden Age was dawning.