In Warhammer, My System is Minecraft

Chapter 246: Snow Globe

Aboard the Imperial fleet.

"Activate defensive turrets," an anti-air ensign responded, his cap knocked askew in his haste to establish a targeting lock. "Over three hundred incoming shells. Plotting intercept trajectories."

"Fire as soon as the gunnery crews are ready," Quarren ordered. "And the torpedoes? Launch them!"

Klaxons blared sharply, and blue dome lights spun wildly.

Quarren stared at the daemon fleet that had just opened fire. He was just about to order a full-power retaliation when the entire fleet simply... vanished.

The daemon fleet that had been firing just moments ago was completely gone.

"Throne of Terra!" Quarren roared. "What the hell is going on?! Where did the daemon fleet go?!"

"It’s not just the fleet!" an ensign of the Aeronautica shouted. "The Eye of Terror! The Eye of Terror is gone too! Good heavens, I must be dreaming!"

The entire fleet was in an uproar.

The soldiers were initially stunned, then began to cheer. But before the cheers could fully dissipate, they were replaced by a deeper, more primal terror. None of this made any logical sense.

The Eye of Terror couldn’t just disappear. It was a scar that ten millennia of force hadn’t been able to erase.

How could it just vanish into thin air like that?!

"Admiral!" a Tech-Priest buzzed. "I... I think I’ve found where the Eye of Terror went."

Trembling, the Tech-Priest pointed at the viewscreen.

Admiral Quarren practically pressed his face against the screen. That unidentified flying object from earlier—Zeke—was holding a glass globe radiating purple light in his hands.

And inside that glass globe was a miniaturized version of the Eye of Terror.

"This... this... this... By the Emperor!" Admiral Quarren stammered, unable to even string together a coherent sentence.

But he was absolutely certain of one thing: the entity before him was definitely not human. It was, at the very least, a god.

–

Inside the Snow Globe, the daemon fleet that had been sucked inside was currently in a state of utter chaos.

The Imperial fleet they had just been bombarding was gone. In its place was a massive human face suspended in the heavens.

The daemon fleet almost simultaneously turned their guns and unleashed their firepower upon that giant face. However, all the shells silently dissolved against a transparent barrier midway.

Zeke narrowed his eyes, pulling his gaze away from the frantically scurrying daemon warships. He slowly raised a finger and flicked the Snow Globe.

The dome cracked; the axis of the world flipped.

The entire enclosed space erupted with a mountain-toppling tremor. Massive waves surged, and celestial bodies shattered.

Within the daemon fleet, smaller warships were instantly ripped apart by the vibration. Larger capital ships snapped cleanly in half amid the violent turbulence, plummeting downward within the Snow Globe.

The daemons that survived the wreckage were like beasts trapped in a bottle—no way up to heaven, no door down to hell. All their struggles were completely in vain.

Zeke changed his method of play. He inverted the Snow Globe, set it upright, inverted it again, and then gave it a good shake.

Driven by gravity, the snow settled at the bottom drifted up. A heavy blizzard began to fall, blanketing the wreckage of the warships and the husks of the daemons.

The daemons within the fleet felt a bone-deep chill rise from their marrow. Their blood ceased to flow, and eventually, everything was frozen into a picturesque still-life amidst the falling snow.

The Eye of Terror now floated quietly beside the daemon fleet, becoming a part of this beautiful scene.

Now the Eye of Terror has truly become a famous tourist attraction,

Zeke mused.

The Snow Globe mod was originally a convenience mod tailor-made for builders, allowing players to extract any chunk or terrain, shrink it down, and place it inside the globe to play with and admire.

Using this, Zeke had extracted the Eye of Terror, along with the entire daemon fleet pouring out of it, shrank it down to fit in his palm, and stored it inside this round glass sphere.

Zeke put away the Snow Globe and used the minimap to teleport directly into the command bridge of the Might of the Faithful hovering right in front of him.

The people in the command room didn’t even dare to breathe, staring at this human who was suspected to be a god.

"Uh, actually, I’m a good guy," Zeke said, trying his best to sound sincere.

Admiral Quarren stared at the Eye of Terror Snow Globe hanging from Zeke’s waist and gulped hard.

"Forget it. I just want to ask, what is the current date?" Zeke asked his question.

Not daring to anger Zeke, Admiral Quarren brought up the chronometer. Zeke took a look.

The current point in time was during the early stages of the Imperium’s Great Crusade. Lord Castellan Creed hadn’t even been born yet.

At this time, the Emperor was gradually recovering His Primarchs and slowly uniting humanity under the Imperial Aquila. The newly recovered Space Marines were actively executing extermination campaigns against various xenos races to the best of their abilities.

The Space Wolves had eradicated the Khrave; the Dark Angels had wiped out a swath of the Rangdan xenos at the cost of 50,000 Battle-Brothers; Horus had defeated the Ork empire of Warlord Mashrogg Uruk.

Ork barbarians, Aeldari, Hrud, Slaugth, hideous Warp entities, and many other lesser alien races had all been defeated and pushed back by a tide of conquest that seemed utterly unstoppable.

This was undeniably the golden age of the Imperium of Man.

Zeke nodded without saying another word. With a blur of motion, his figure dissipated into the air of the bridge as he continued his teleportation toward Terra.

–

After Zeke left, it took a long while for the silence in the ship’s cabin to finally break.

"He’s gone." Admiral Quarren released his white-knuckled grip on the armrest, his tense shoulders dropping slightly.

"Oh, right." Zeke reappeared dead center on the bridge.

The heart Quarren had just calmed down shot right back into his throat.

"Meeting is a matter of fate. I’ll give you a little something." Zeke searched his Creative inventory for an item, then placed it in the command room with a heavy thud.

The entire Might of the Faithful shuddered downward, as if buckling under an immense weight.

Admiral Quarren stared at the robot-like contraption before him.

"A Bedrock Golem from the More Golems mod. Utterly invulnerable," Zeke raised his chin. "Keep it around, just in case."

Zeke configured a few commands for the Bedrock Golem. It would only awaken during the most critical emergencies, and it would only obey the orders of the Lord Castellan Creed.

Specifically, Lord Castellan Creed, not just Creed. This meant this terrifying weapon could only be used in the future when Cadia was on the brink of falling and Creed was once again appointed Castellan.

Zeke did this to prevent it from being abused by others.

With those words, Zeke turned around, and this time, he truly vanished.

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