Andykp wrote:
I think god like is a bit much. He had extreme powers that humans hadn’t had before but he wasn’t a patch on the gods that exist in this setting. If he was godlike he wouldn’t have had to steal from the “real” gods or have been beaten down as he was.

Dalia felt the heat in Semyon's hands spread into her flesh, a golden radiance that filled her with unimaginable well being. She wanted to cry out in ecstasy as she felt every decaying fibre in her body surge with a new lease of life, every withered cell and every portion of her flesh blooming as a power undreamed of filled her. Her body was reborn, filled with a sliver of the power and knowledge of a world's most singular individual, power and knowledge that had been passed down from Guardian to Guardian over the millennia, a burden and an honour in one unasked for gift. With that knowledge, her anger at the Emperor's deception was swept away as she saw the ultimate, horrifying fate of the human race bereft of his guidance. She saw his single-minded, pitiless drive to steer his entire race along a narrow path of survival only he could see, a life that allowed no love, few friends and an eternity of sacrifice. Dalia wanted to scream, feeling the power threaten to consume her, the awesome ferocity of it almost burning away all the things that made her who she was. She fought to hold onto her identity, but she was the last leaf on a dying tree and she felt her memories and sense of self subsumed into the fate the Emperor had decreed for her. At last the roaring power within her was spent, its work to remould her form complete, and she let out a great, shuddering breath as she realised she was still herself. She was still Dalia Cythera, but so much more as well. Semyon released her hands and stepped away from her with a look of contented release upon his face. 'Goodbye, Dalia,' said Semyon. The adept's skin greyed and his entire body dissolved into a fine golden dust, leaving only his aged robes to fall to the rocky floor. Dalia looked over at the hulking servitor that had accompanied the adept and was not surprised when it also disintegrated into dust.

We can see that light. Those of us within the Empire of the Eye can actually see it. The Astronomican reaches even to our purgatorial exile, and to us it is no mere mystical radiance illuminating the warp. It is pain, it is fire, and it plunges entire Neverborn worlds into war.

It would be a mistake to believe the Emperor’s power battles the Four Gods’ forces, here. It is not order against chaos, nor anything as crude as ‘good’ against ‘evil’. It is all psychic energy, crashing together in volatile torment.

Most of the Radiant Worlds are uninhabitable, lost in the lethal crash of conflicting psychic energies. Armies of fire angels and flame-wrought projections wage war against everything in their path. We call this region the Firetide. What made the Avernus Breach so valuable was its path, not its destination. It cut through the systems forever bleached bare of life by the Firetide, and into the calmer Radiant Worlds beyond. These are the star systems bathed in psychic light without burning in it.

Entire centuries will pass without a single vessel sailing the region, for it offers little to us beyond yet another example of soul energies manifesting in ways mortals can barely control. On more than one occasion the Mechanicum has sought to use Neverborn spirits bound within arcane flesh-machinery to record the Radiant Worlds in an ever-shifting, evolving map. Such attempts have fared as poorly as you might imagine.

“The spear. My duty.I mustered my strength one last time on the immense weight out there in the void. First I raked back the concealing shroud of Aetheria hiding the spear from sight. The enemy fleet immediately turned their guns upon it.‘Faster, Khayon. Faster.’‘You. Are not. Helping.’‘Launch the spear!’I wrapped it with a strangling grip, feeling every cold contour with the touch of my mind. And then, with every iota of concentration I possessed, I hurled the spear at the world called Harmony.“The Canticle City was prepared to repel assaults, with its skyline of armoured bastions aiming defence turrets and flak cannons towards the heavens. But while fighting back an invasion is one thing, resisting a cataclysm is another. Even in my weakened state I could not resist watching the spear fall, seeing it through the thoughts of the doomed souls on the surface.Daylight died above the Canticle City. Through the wide, upturned eyes of worker menials, pleasure slaves, and III Legion warriors, I saw the gun-battlements light up in helpless rage as a shadow grew in place of the sun. The shrieking hymns broadcast from vox-towers were drowned out by the metal-hammering of defence batteries lighting up the darkening sky. The black shape that swallowed the sun burned as it fell, first aflame with atmospheric entry, then on fire from the rage of the Canticle City’s guns.A crack of thunder split the sky as the falling spear broke the sound barrier. It was no longer falling straight – it rolled as it plummeted, its hull streaming black smoke and its spinal battlements screaming with fire.Less than a minute passed from the moment it entered Harmony’satmosphere to the second it struck the ground. Long enough to let the population see death falling towards them. Not long enough to do anything about it.It smashed into the earth with the force of the War God’s axe. Every eye I had been looking through suddenly went blind. Every sense I had been sharing went dark and cold. From orbit, all we could see was the spreading blackness of choking smoke blooming over the city. Our sensors recorded tectonic unrest grave enough to send tremors rippling across the other side of the world. Harmony itself was heaving with torment.”

Bharring wrote:
"Most powerful psyker ever"

Not sure how he'd stack up against the likes of Asuryan. Or Tzeench. And we have no real idea of how powerful individual Old Ones were.

Bharring wrote:
"Most powerful psyker ever"

Not sure how he'd stack up against the likes of Asuryan. Or Tzeench. And we have no real idea of how powerful individual Old Ones were.

Such power made Lhaerial’s mind reel, and for a moment her contempt for the creatures of Terra wavered. The mind of the Emperor was a mountain in the surging madness of the Othersea, blinding in its brilliance. The Great Powers circled this place like razorshark waiting out the death throes of a void-whale. That terrible presence held them back, and all His little servants were ignorant of it! Unease gripped her, that she would be noticed by the Dark Gods or their defier, and the fragile flame of her being snuffed out.

The feeling passed. The regard of the things of the Other­sea was ossified, so long had they fixed their gaze on the Earth. The Emperor did not shift His regard. His attention was elsewhere, upon the blinding pyre of souls, navigation beacon of the mon-keigh. She had no indication she was seen. There was little relief in that. She had laughed in the face of She Who Thirsts, but the Corpse Emperor filled her with a sense of dread.

Bharring wrote:
There is no mention in that quote of the Eldar gods - except maybe Cegorath (is the defier of the Dark Gods a reference to him or the Emperor - probably the Emperor).

Also, the Eldar god Harlequins follow (Cegorath) escaped the Fall, and is still alive in present 40k.

This shows the Emperor focusing on a navigation beacon, but that beacon is actually powered by other souls. It's impressive that the navigation beacon can be *seen* from just about anywhere in the galaxy. However, Slanesh is so powerful he/she can *eat souls* anywhere in the galaxy, simultaneously.

Andykp wrote:
We really know nothing of the eldar gods so that’s a ridiculous statement. You will be saying he was smarter than an old on next.

Bharring wrote:
It's been 10,000 years since she "laughed at Slanesh".

All the examples of Empy's super powers are laughably small compared to the Big Four chaos gods. Empy is a much weaker Chaos God than them.

Asuryan was able to seal the Gods away from the Materium. Empy has shown no similar ability.

A single member of the Big Four defeated Asuryan's whole court.

Empy is strong, but he's one of the weaker Chaos Gods.

Bharring wrote:
When he got pissed his court were acting like a bunch of hooligans. Back long before apes walked the earth. I believe after the War in Heaven.


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Slanesh birthed the Eye of Terror, defeated the entire Eldar pantheon, and completely destroyed the military superpower that ruled the galaxy. And that was just *waking up*.

Empy is likely less than Eldar gods, but is certainly less than the Big Four.

Bharring wrote:
I'm not sure where you're seeing that. Nurgle/Tzeench/Khorne aren't talked about much, if at all, during the War in Heaven. Do you have some justification for being so much more powerful during 'their prime', when a single one of the Big Four beat them all easily?

Now, there are far more than 4 Chaos Gods - the Eldar gods were Chaos Gods, Gork and Mork are, and even the Empy might be. But everyone is familiar with the Big Four.

Do you think there was some big change in how strong they were?