Chapter 448 – Final Chapter: The End
"What? The Emperor lost?!"
"No—!"
As soon as Allen heard that Terra had fallen, he instantly let out a heart-wrenching scream.
Anyone unaware of the truth might've thought he was a loyalist.
But in fact, this guy was the ringleader of the rebellion.
"There really should be background music here."
Suppressing his emotions, Allen kicked the black slave robot beside him and growled, "Play A Spray of Plum Blossoms."
"Snowflakes drift, fluttering in the air…"
"Now that's the right vibe."
Allen messed up his hair, then dropped to his knees and wailed, "No—!"
The chamber pot beside him bore a look of deep awkwardness.
"What are you yelling for? Some of us are trying to sleep here."
At that moment, Hela walked over with a displeased expression. She looked down at the howling Allen, confused. "What's the Emperor's defeat got to do with you?"
"Damn it, I lost my golden toilet."
After his fit of grief, Allen sprawled on the ground like a dead fish, his face full of hopelessness.
"It's not that big a deal," Hela snapped. "Just have your subordinates gather some material and forge a new one. Gold's not even valuable in the universe."
"…Right!"
Allen's eyes lit up. "Damn, you're a genius! Gimme a kiss!"
"Get lost."
Allen shamelessly puckered up and leaned in, but Hela smoothly lifted her size-39 boot and planted it on his face.
"Pah… Damn it, your feet smell like crap," Allen complained, thoroughly disgusted.
"Took Fenrir for a walk earlier. Stepped in some poop."
"Urgh…"
Evil meets its match.
Hela was Allen's natural enemy.
Of course, with little else to do, Hela also helped command military operations.
As the former war commander of Asgard, this was nothing more than a minor skirmish to her.
Meanwhile, Allen continued avoiding direct conflict with the Army of Darkness, choosing instead to plunder motherships and expand his forces.
He repurposed the motherships into material-harvesting fleets.
Every time they reached a battlefield, they would first deploy the undead army to slaughter all non-human enemies, then ship the corpses back to the main vessel.
With his foundation in spatial magic, Allen even created stable inter-mothership portals to allow for coordinated deployments.
As for the Emperor, now a fugitive roaming the galaxy, he had recalled all his warbands to launch a guerrilla war, tying down enemy forces.
This chaotic battle dragged on for eleven years.
The Army of Darkness repeatedly attempted to encircle and eliminate Allen, but never once succeeded.
Each time, Allen would carve out a breach and continue sailing, never once engaging head-on.
Edge of the Human Empire.
The Emperor's last followers had all died in battle. His sword was snapped, his armor shattered.
At last, surrounded by the Army of Darkness, the Emperor truly fell.
Long ago, the Adeptus Mechanicus—once enshrined as the official state religion of the human empire—had already defected to the enemy.
"I grant you death."
Thousands of Thors raised their hammers in unison, a blinding storm of lightning converging into a single cataclysmic divine bolt in the sky.
Boom!
In a flash, the heavens and earth turned white.
As the thunderous roar faded, the Emperor—who had ruled the human empire for over ten thousand years—was gone.
That day…
Allen sat atop his newly-forged True Golden Toilet, thoughtfully fitted with a flush button.
That day…
The undead army no longer held back.
That day…
The Army of Darkness finally realized the horror of their true enemy.
The Heavenly Emperor led the gods of the Celestial Court, each riding a Tier 21 bone dragon, and launched a full-scale counteroffensive.
Ten million undead skeletons formed a Scourge Legion.
Tier 15 was the base rank for cannon fodder. Tier 18 were the officers.
That was just the standard.
There were even mutated skeletons appearing from time to time.
There were roughly ten thousand Tier 21 skeletons.
Just under a hundred Tier 24 skeletons.
And only eleven Tier 27 skeletons.
At the core, one terrifying skeleton had mutated five times—its power at the fearsome peak of Tier 30.
Starfield battlefield.
Both sides clashed in a frenzy. The corpses of warriors floated across the void.
Suddenly, several figures turned the tide of battle.
A blue-skinned Manhattan Bat.
A Six-Dimensional Superman clad in platinum armor.
Runestone Thor.
Goddess of Truth Diana.
Doomsday Iron Man.
…
Each of them, alone, was beyond Hela's ability to face.
Yet, in the void, a coffin suddenly emerged.
Boom!
The lid burst open.
A skeletal angel descended, bearing thirty pairs of gray, bladed light wings.
Allen wasn't about to waste troops—he played his trump card directly.
Tier 30: Endbringer Angel.
Why had he waited until now to release it? Because the Endbringer Angel was far too powerful. Every movement risked breaking the Warhammer universe's laws and drawing rule-based retaliation.
"Final Requiem!"
The moment its wings spread, countless gray energy beams shot out like arrows.
In a flash, countless Army of Darkness troops fell to the Endbringer Angel, including several divine beings.
Task complete, the Endbringer Angel retreated back into the Time Coffer.
This power exceeded the universe's limit—causing the laws of order to collapse. If Allen didn't leave soon, the entire Warhammer cosmos would be destroyed.
…
On a mothership's prow, four Chaos Vendors were bound.
"Quantum accelerator online."
"Time-lock barrier activated."
"Fleets aligned and ready."
"…"
As each report came in, Allen pressed the button on his golden toilet. A flushing sound followed. He pulled a tissue and wiped the corner of his mouth.
"Full-speed collision with the cosmic boundary."
With that single command—
The fleet surged forward.
In a moment of madness, Allen used the four vendors as sacrifices to blast through the crystalline wall of the universe, leading his fleet into the multiverse.
…
Origin Wall.
Perpetua, nailed high to the wall, looked down in horror at the two approaching figures.
"Daddy, pull her down and shove her head into the wall."
With that command, the Endbringer Angel beside Allen shimmered into motion. It yanked the traitor embedded in the Origin Wall down with one hand—
Smack!
The next second, Perpetua's head was rammed deep into the wall, her butt stuck straight up.
Allen smiled and took out a palm-sized spinning machine.
"Killing you would collapse the Origin Wall. Guess you're lucky."
Clack-clack-clack—
The machine spun rapidly, and the hands began slapping like pinwheels.
In short—zero damage, full humiliation.
…
"Let's fuse one more time."
Agatha, wearing reading glasses and studying magic, looked up in surprise. At some point, Allen had entered the headmistress's office.
Possessing Sorcerer Supreme–level power, Agatha had opened a girls' magic academy—perfectly reasonable.
"Allen, I'm an old woman. My bones can't take this," she said awkwardly.
"Don't be like that! I wanna ride the horsey!"
Faced with Allen's whining, Agatha reluctantly agreed—only he insisted they play outside on the field.
The young witches were stunned to see their elderly headmistress running joyfully through the sunset, piggybacking a grown man.
And then—their jaws dropped. The aged headmistress's appearance began to reverse.
"Youth restored. My gift to you. Farewell."
When Agatha turned around again, Allen had already vanished. Her heart felt strangely empty.
…
"I'm prepared to sacrifice myself."
Above Earth, the Ancient One stood alone, blocking Dormammu, the approaching dimensional overlord.
"Step aside, Sister Yao."
Allen suddenly appeared, gazing at the mountain-sized Dormammu.
With one finger, he sealed Dormammu in the Time Coffer and hurled it into the river of time.
Allen took a deep breath and shouted toward the multiverse:
"This realm is Earth. No demon gods allowed!"
From that moment on, all multiversal lords who had dared to peer into Earth shrank back into their domains, trembling in fear.
Allen stepped beside the Ancient One, gently brushed back her hair, and whispered with a grin, "Sister Yao, you smell amazing... hehe."
…
No longer needing to complete system quests, Allen's only joys now were messing with time and flirting with female heroes.
Natasha, Diana, Jean Grey, Illyana…
Oh, and helping the Joker get elected President.