In Warhammer, My System is Minecraft

This was the heart of the war.

From the moment the siege began, it had been the command center of the Loyalists. Surrounded by towering spires, the bastion stood firm amidst the artillery fire and the erosion of Chaos, never wavering an inch.

Every single order, directive, and notification originated from here. Since the thirteenth of February, the meticulous planning of the defensive war had been continuously conducted within these walls.

War data flowed across countless screens and consoles, displayed on an array of strategic tables. Holographic maps updated the situation in conflict zones in real-time. Here, people discussed strategies and formulated tactics.

Guilliman stood before the Grand Strategic Table, receiving battle reports transmitted from fortifications all across Terra, calmly coordinating every detail of the ground tactics.

This scene... how similar it was to the Siege of Terra from millennia ago. The same four gods, the same siege, the same desperate straits.

Yet, there were too many things that were now completely different.

Back then, the Lion, the Wolf, the Raven, and the Thirteenth were all desperately rushing back, only to regret for the rest of their lives that they couldn’t arrive in time for the final battle of Terra.

The Angel, Dorn, the Fire Drake, and the Khan could only weather the most difficult years alone.

The Lion blamed himself so much he wanted to commit suicide in atonement; the Wolf fainted from the agony; the Raven isolated himself and became a shadow seeking only vengeance; the Thirteenth fell into a self-doubt that almost cost him his sanity.

But now, it was his turn to fight for humanity at the very core of Terra, just as his brothers had done back then.

Guilliman took a deep breath, suppressing those heavy memories to the bottom of his heart, and straightened his spine once more.

The Five Hundred Worlds were operating at full capacity with astonishing speed. In just a few short days, they had already deployed tens of thousands of Space Marines to reinforce Terra and stabilize the defense lines.

The Lion had even led the entirety of Caliban’s forces to strike out in full force; the sons of the Angel were tearing open the encirclement of Chaos with blood and fire.

Looking at the four gods, this time, They had lost Horus. They could no longer find a banner capable of uniting all the forces of Chaos in one place.

Their combined offensive was crude and chaotic, and the power They could muster was far inferior to back then. This was humanity’s chance, and it was a winning opportunity Guilliman had to grasp.

Everything was developing in a positive direction, except for... the whereabouts of Zeke.

Thinking of this name, Guilliman couldn’t help but sigh. Ever since Zeke disappeared, he had ordered a strict search of the Imperial Palace, yet they still hadn’t found a single trace.

"Malcador, is there still no news of Zeke?" Guilliman looked up toward the far end of the Grand Strategic Table.

"Malcador?" Guilliman walked over quickly and leaned down to touch Malcador’s arm.

"I’m here! I’m awake, boy!" Malcador yelled, struggling to push himself up from his seat. He had just dozed off for a moment.

"I can do it myself," Malcador muttered to himself. "You know, locking down the news of the Emperor’s assassination is truly difficult. I haven’t closed my eyes for days. As for Zeke... I’m sorry, Guilliman. There is still no news of him. But don’t worry, he’ll be fine, right?"

"Let’s hope so." Guilliman calmed his emotions, preparing to throw himself back into the war.

A receiver that had been silent for a long time emitted a burst of static. "Hello, hello? Is this Guilliman? This is Zeke, please respond if you can hear me." Guilliman froze for a split second before a long-lost surge of exhilaration rushed through his entire body like an electric current.

"Zeke?!" Guilliman blurted out, unable to hide the excitement in his tone. He bombarded Zeke with questions about where he had been all this time and what exactly had happened that night.

While explaining, Zeke used the Reaper’s Scythe to return to the main timeline.

Back on Terra, the flames of war were still flying.

The good news was that he was in time; Terra hadn’t been breached.

The bad news: everything Zeke and the Officio Logisticarum had poured their hearts and souls into building on Terra—that meticulously excavated artificial lake, the bustling campsite in front of the Palace gates—had all been reduced to ashes in the fires of war.

The infrastructure he had painstakingly built had been reset to zero overnight.

Zeke stood before the ruins, looking at the campsite that was now nothing but broken walls and debris. A surge of indescribable grievance swelled in his chest.

The matchbox house was completely gone. The Botania flower farm was a total mess, uprooted and unrecognizable.

His face shifted between red and white, and it took him a long moment to squeeze out a single sentence: "Where... did my huge campsite go?!"

"The Chaos forces did it," Guilliman said over the comms, his tone carrying an apology. "The first wave of attacks came too suddenly. We did everything we could just to hold the Imperial Palace. But rest assured, the people in the campsite, as well as your Cow, were all rescued."

"Cow? He was attacked too?"

"Yes, a Nurgle force specifically targeted him."

Listening to Guilliman’s account, Zeke got a rough understanding of the situation across Terra.

Zeke immediately made a decisive choice: he was going to retaliate.. HARD.

The four gods had joined hands to launch a sneak attack on humanity’s home, Terra. So it wasn’t going too far for him to destroy the four gods’ home in return, right?

"Guilliman, get ready. The counterattack is about to begin. I’m going to do some prep work first," Zeke informed Guilliman.

"Zeke, be careful acting alone."

"Don’t worry. I’m not the same person I used to be." Zeke put down the communicator and teleported into the Warp using the minimap.

The putrid stench of Nurgle’s Garden, the eerie, cold light of the Crystal Labyrinth, the scorching heat waves of the Brass Citadel, the sickly sweetness of the Palace of Slaanesh...

The central intersection where the domains of the four gods met was surprisingly quiet at this moment.

Whether the four gods were absent or had already sensed something and hidden themselves deeply was unknown.

Zeke scanned his surroundings. Thoroughly destroying the domains of the four gods was a massive undertaking. Even using the VeinMiner mod, it would consume a considerable amount of time.

Since that’s the case, why not invite a true ’demolition expert’ to do the job for me?

He placed Soul Sand on the ground in a T-shape. He replaced the center block with a Command Block. Then, he placed three Wither Skeleton Skulls on top.

This was the very entity that struck terror into the hearts of countless people in Minecraft: Story Mode—the Wither Storm.

It was a terrifying lifeform with seven growth stages, its destructive power expanding exponentially over time.

It would start as a tiny Wither and grow continuously until it became a behemoth that blotted out the sky and the sun. During this metamorphosis, it would devour all surrounding terrain and structures, incorporating them into its own body.

The only way to terminate a fully mature Wither Storm was to delve deep inside its body and destroy that core Command Block. And doing that required terrifying amounts of TNT and a pickaxe forged from special materials.

What Zeke valued were exactly these two points: the Wither Storm’s unparalleled destructive power, and its near-unstoppable nature.

He wanted this monster to run rampant and wreak havoc throughout the Warp, forcing the four gods out of their domains—unless They could truly bear to watch Their territories be devoured bite by bite.

And when They finally showed Their faces, Zeke would be waiting as the hunter to strike them down.

The juvenile form of the Wither Storm appeared. It was an entity identical to a normal Wither, clutching a Command Block to its chest.

At this moment, it had already begun greedily drawing in everything around it, incorporating it into its unformed body.

"Let’s see what you’re capable of."

Zeke took a few steps back, quietly watching the monster grow, waiting for the moment to strike.