We were only a few days away from the other end of the tunnel. An armada of Glops constantly pushing forth into the Immaterium. There were of course issues on the material side of the universe. But I didn't see those problems, I just kept spreading my influence and conquering the immaterium. One step at a time. Constant, consistent progress to the next step. Events had come and gone. With numerous worries. What was the obelisk from Dead Space doing here, and what had happened with it? That was a pressing issue in my mind. But it wasn't even the peak. I was constantly pushing, constantly taking that next step.
It helped that I had managed to get the Imperium on my side for the most part. Well, not all of the Imperium. Some still dislike me. Mostly the anti-mutant and anti-ab-human groups. I just had a good portion of the imperium on my side. Mostly those in power as well. I had the inquisition constantly debating my existence.
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It didn't take long, I had made it. The other end of the webway. There were thousands, no, billions of daemons constantly trying to get into the webway at a suicidal rate. Most were succumbing to the Golden Rays that came from the webway. A pulled a large amount of myself together, a massive glop big enough fully cover the tunnel. Then it happened. As my glop pushed in, a massive Daemon appeared. Then three more appeared. The Avatars of Khorne, Slaanesh, Tzeentch, and Nurgle.
"Ah, Glop. So misguided. Maybe we can turn you into something more useful." Slaanesh said, laughing and licking their lips.
"Slaanesh, stop with your childish urges. Glop, you should stop here. There isn't a point to this you know. It won't change anything. The End is Coming. Regardless of who is in power." Tzeentch. Knows the universe is collapsing.
"I WILL RIP OUT YOUR GUTS!" Definitely an Avatar of Khorne.
"My children would have to suffer longer if the emperor is allowed to return, so I'll have to stop you here Glop," Nurgle spoke with finality.
I grinned, my best grin, as a new Golden Glop took to the field. Smaller than the four avatars. The Giant Glop moved to block the entrance as the Golden One Approached. The part of me within the Glop began to speak.
"Fascinating, it seems you are all here to try to stop us… Well, good luck with that." Then the remaining glops began to combine into the Golden Glop. It seems the Emperor is a better teacher than I thought. "Allow me to erase you, foul abominations." The fight began.
The Golden Glop was using Glops as overpowered weaponry, forming tentacles that would attempt to rip apart the bodies of the Avatars of the Chaos Gods. Those bodies would immediately reform that lost part, before striking back. The Glop would then reform the lost mass due to the simply uncountable amount of reinforcement Glops. Then, the tricky part began. A simple ritual, one screwing with time. It was all that was needed.
The area of the fight changed as time was slowed within it. A plot, a plan. Coming straight into fruition. For them, only a few minutes to days could pass… but on this side? Years could pass. The Chaos Gods put all their focus on dealing with me as well, meaning they won't realize the passing of time. Their spirits were concentrated within these avatars. Heh, my first time messing with Chaos Magic, and I decided to go big.
Then I focused on preventing any more chaos from bothering the Emperor. The Emperor would recover while I distracted the chaos. Intricate plans have many possibilities for mistakes, so many possibilities. But when they are successful? They are game changers. Sometimes KISS isn't the right strategy. Especially when dealing with chaos.
There is a LOT that can go wrong with this plan. And if it does fail I'll just have to fight a prolonged battle regardless. But as long as I'm careful I should be able to do everything that is needed, the things that can interfere and prevent my body-blocking for the Emperor are rare. The Behemoths were something I could deal with using a large amount of mass, and the webway tunnel was officially blocked. The Emperor has already begun the recovery process. Building up their Psychic power as fast as possible.
In the meantime, I focused on reinforcing this position as much as possible. All I did was buy valuable time, I needed to take advantage of that time to make it impossible to get to the webway. There are a few people that could hurt this plan. Abbadon, Magnus, and the Eldar. But plans were in place to deal with all three. Abaddon had been spotted and was currently dealing with an Imperial Fleet who was using Glop assistance to basically nullify the Chaos Psychers. Causing the Chaos Fleet Abaddon had been building up to start falling into pieces.
The Eldar? Well, I did a little Farseeing and put the pieces in place for an Orkish Horde to relentlessly pester the Eldar. Much to the Eldar's frustration, I had started to block their attempts in Farseeing. Course I wasn't merciless. They would still win against the Orks. But the Orks would prevent the Eldar from doing anything that would hurt our efforts against the chaos.
As for Magnus? Well, he was not a fan of Jaghatai Khan barreling down his door. He tried to use chaos magics to escape and Khan did something that really surprised me. He threw my glops at Magnus's face. I can still remember the outcries of rage. 'GET THIS ABOMINATION OFF OF ME! OH TZEENTCH IT IS IN MY MOUTH!'. Regardless with him basically slimed it only took a few moments to completely restrain him. My slimes were acting as a barrier from the warp preventing him from using chaos magics. Although I will say his raw psychic potential was rough to deal with. Kept having to cover him with Glops till he couldn't fight back anymore. Khan was just laughing the entire time as he tossed more and more Glops at the mass. Regardless, that meant that Magnus was basically dealt with for now. Much to his annoyance.
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Time passed. It took a month before the Chaos Gods realized what was up. For them it was only an hour, but still. They dispelled the time bubble to see something rather intensive. Time passed extremely slowly in the bubble, and they were rather shocked by the changes that they were seeing when they came out of it. I had turned the other end of the Webway tunnel into a Fortress. A massive untouchable fortress. My influence over the warp had also grown considerably. I now covered most of the warp and the effects could be seen all over the warp. More and more souls were now going to my heavens instead of the Chaos Gods' embrace. The Eye of Terror had completely dissipated as the number of warp storms started to get less and less.
My standing with the Administratum had changed. The Emperor was now able to communicate, for some reason the Emperor had chosen not to talk to me yet. Why? I have no clue, I've been sitting in anticipation for him to finally contact me. But he hasn't, and now I was in a full-blown total war with what remains of the Chaos Gods' forces. Solo. The Lamenters and Salamanders had to be sent back to the materium with how dangerous it was getting for non-soul entities. I continued to pressure and relentlessly attack the forces of the Chaos Gods, who were rapidly declining day by day. They didn't have an uncountable number of forces anymore, as they couldn't replenish their forces fast enough, and I had too much coverage over the chaos. What's funny is that if I really wanted to, I could shift my entire mass and end this in an instant, at the cost of every soul within my body. Not an appealing thought.
Something caught my interest. I shifted into the glop on the furthest corner of the immaterial realm. And I glanced up. A tear in reality. Leading directly out into the Blind Eternities. It was getting bigger. It stretched endlessly, and somehow in a 3d manner, it extended downwards into material realm. I could see space through the cracks on the floor. Huh, the universe was going to collapse… A depressing thought. I delved into the past, using Farsight. Then I blinked, this is where the Black Library was supposed to be.
"Surprising isn't it?" A clown walked up next to my Glop.
"No matter what you do, it will be pointless. This universe is collapsing." He said, sticking up a middle finger to the Blind Eternities, before sighing.
I glanced at it. There was a way. "It won't collapse."
He laughed, "How will it not collapse? This crack has been expanding over years, it already started to consume other timelines. I saw my own death."
I decided to not answer, but show instead. My Glops began to change, turning transparent. I knew I could mimic materials using my soul, including fictional ones. I didn't know to the extent though. So I was trying something. I was making a Self Replicating Universe Restoration Glop. It would change into the material that made up the barrier, and patch up the cracks in reality. The glops began to deform, melting into a line along the crack of the blind eternities. It began to expand, slowly. I could see it. It worked, to a degree. It made no sense whatsoever, but it did function. So I kept doing it. The SRURG would continue to patch up the cracks until it completely repaired this universe.
The Clown's eyes were wide as they stared at it. "How… how is that possible?!"
I shrugged. "No clue. But as long as it works. It works."
Then he sighed, "Eventually the cracks from the other timelines will leak into here as well."
I shrugged and responded. "And? The Glops will just spread from this timeline to that one, fixing the cracks in those timelines. This universe is on the path to recovering regardless of what others intend."
He was silent. Before taking a seat.
"What are you doing?" I ask, glancing at him confused by his actions.
"I'm watching, everything I had was taken, my followers were here when the crack formed. They are gone, erased. They couldn't survive the environment of the realm beyond. Least I can do is watch it get fixed. Then when it is almost done, I will leave as well."
I widened my glop eyes. "What?"
He laughed, "There isn't much for me to do in this realm anymore. My friends are gone. The Eldar that worships me won't be going to me. Everything I stand for is disappearing from my grasp, and I just… don't want to exist anymore. You've done more for me than anyone else has. You take care of the dead regardless of their former allegiance and you have literal heavens, and I'm tired Glop. I've been around for a long time. I did my part a long time ago. Since you are here? I can relax… and I can go."
I tested the waters, "Why not just go to one of my heavens? You could stay in one."
"I appreciate the offer, but no. I'm simply done."
"You know it will take years, if not centuries for the crack to be fully repaired right?"
He grins. "I have a lot to think about."
