Elder Darrell stared intently at Roya’s back, the optical viewfinder of the Dreadnought rapidly contracting, its crimson light beam flashing violently.
“This is the only explanation, Calculis.” His deep, resonant electronic voice oscillated in the private channel, “The mighty power surpassing physical limits, the miraculous creations at will, and the absolute protection that completely ignores heretical laws.
He must be the lost bloodline of the Emperor, an unrecorded Primarch.” Calculis tightened his grip on the Librarian staff.
This battle-hardened Chief Librarian was now breathing as heavily as a greenhorn who had just entered the recruit camp.
“Primarch…” Calculis’s voice was trembling, and his face beneath the mask was flushed red with blood, “Ten thousand years!
In this damned dark age, we have actually welcomed back an Emperor’s Children!” Elder Darrell rotated the huge Power Klaw on his right arm, the mechanical joints emitting a suppressed clicking sound: “Go, Calculis.
Return to the surface immediately!
Use the astropathic array to contact the Custodes of Terra or the High Lord…” Before he could finish speaking.
Calculis’s eyes erupted with extremely violent azure psychic energy, raising his staff and rushing directly to the front line like a mad rhinoceros.
“For the Emperor!
For My Lord!” The Librarian roared aloud, and a lightning bolt as thick as a bucket suddenly burst from the tip of his staff, instantly blasting a dozen newly emerged Plaguebearers into charred cinders.
Transmit a message?
Report back?
Screw running errands!
Being able to fight side by side with a living Primarch is a supreme glory that all Astartes battle-brothers dare not even dream of.
He, Calculis, will never cede this kind of great achievement to anyone!
Elder Darrell froze in place.
He looked at that azure back, his massive mechanical body stalling for a second.
“…” The external vocalizer exuded a hysterical fanaticism, “Forget it, forget it.
Let’s talk after this battle is over.
Such glory is irreplaceable; today, I’m going to kill to my heart’s content!” Accompanied by the roar of the reactor, he strode into the enemy formation, the Power Klaw acting like a steel meat grinder, instantly tearing apart all demonic bodies around him.
The subsequent situation could not be called a battle at all.
This was a one-sided, scavenger-style crushing.
All Space Marines transformed into “Villagers”, whether they were Lamenters veterans or the instant recruits who had just eaten bread, erupted with terrifying combat power that was almost like cheating at this moment.
Nurgle’s poisonous gas and acid splashed onto them.
Before it could corrode the ceramite armor, the Space Marines swept with a Bolter in one hand, and nimbly pulled out the water skin from their waist with the other, tilting their heads back to gulp down a mouthful of pure white milk.
A flash of white light, and the corruption was cleared to zero.
Even the stinking filth on the surface of the armor was refreshed and cleaned completely by the system.
Nurgle’s proud virus completely failed, and the demon army in the underhive was beaten completely disoriented.
Their bulky, stinking bodies became the biggest live targets.
Just then, deep within the distant and turbid Warp.
In a vast garden that could not be described in words, rotting vegetation grew wildly in the void.
A grand iron pot filled with all kinds of plagues and entrails was slowly boiling.
A gigantic figure, bloated to the extreme and dripping with green pus all over, was slowly stirring the soup spoon.
Suddenly, He paused for a fraction of a second.
Piercing through the violent barrier between the Warp and the material universe, cast towards this small corner of the Hephaestus underhive.
“My blessing…
has been washed away?” An extremely thick, full of benevolence yet sanity-shattering murmur reverberated in the void.
Nurgle looked at the group of Space Marines in the underhive drinking pure white liquid as water, watching His plague being instantly erased by something without any psychic fluctuations.
He did not fly into a rage; instead, He let out a few hearty laughs, prompting countless Nurglings around to cheer.
“Interesting.” But He did not directly intervene in reality.
The material universe has the bottom line of rules of the material universe.
Without a sacrificial ritual of colossal proportions, even the Chaos Gods cannot easily reach their hands into reality.
Nurgle simply left a trace of attention here, peeping with full interest.
The advancement speed in the underhive was extremely fast.
Ten minutes later, Roya slashed the last stubborn Nurgle demon into white mist with one sword.
Everyone stopped in their tracks.
Deepest within the waste fluid treatment area, a void rift five to six meters long was quietly suspended in mid-air.
The edge of the rift flickered with a sickening purplish-green dim light, connecting to the Warp on the other end, and the sharp roars of demons could still be faintly heard.
“My Lord, this is the source!” Foros stepped forward, treading on the flesh all over the ground, and turned to look at Calculis, “Librarian brother, prepare the sealing ritual to forcibly close this Warp rift!” Calculis immediately stepped forward, holding his staff high to channel psychic energy.
“Wait.” Roya raised his hand to interrupt him.
Everyone’s movements instantly stagnated, turning to look at Roya in unison.
Roya stepped forward, less than two meters away from the Warp rift that tore reality apart.
He pulled out a square stone block from his inventory and weighed it in his hand.
“It would be a pity to close this thing.” Roya said casually.
He also intended to study it.
Amid everyone’s astonished gazes, Roya stepped forward and directly pressed that stone block with a snap right at the bottom of the rift.
The stone block instantly hung suspended and fixed, completely ignoring the tearing of gravity and Warp turbulence.
Following closely, just like building blocks, Roya pulled out stone blocks one after another from his inventory with a series of snaps.
Right in front of the rift, he built a square stone wall, plugging the rift tightly.
On the other end of the rift, several demons preparing to rush out of the Warp just poked out their sharp claws.
“Clack.” They crashed head-on into the absolutely flat stone block without any gaps.
The sharp demonic claws scratched frantically on the stone block, but apart from making a harsh friction sound, not even a single spark was scratched out.
The Warp rift was solo-defended by a few broken stones.
Calculis held his staff, the psychic light at the tip of the staff flickering awkwardly in the air a few times before slowly extinguishing.
Chapter Master Foros opened his mouth, his tone dull: “My Lord…
Is that it?” “Otherwise?” Roya patted the dust off his hands, turned to look at the wreckage all over the ground, and his eyes lit up.
He had hacked to death a dozen high-level demons in the melee just now, and at this moment, several miniature models emitting dim light floated out of thin air, drilling into his body with a “pop” sound.
Roya immediately clicked open his inventory.
That was a rolling mass of ash, in which a painfully distorted human face could be vaguely seen.
[Item Name: Demon Residue] [Description: The book of knowledge has recorded new materials.
This is a high-grade enchanting material.
It can be used on an enchantment table to endow weapons with the “Demon-Breaking” attribute, directly obliterating the true names and spiritual bodies of Warp creatures.] This description made Roya’s heartbeat suddenly skip a beat.
Comes with an account-deletion effect?
Isn’t this a physical dimensional reduction strike against demons!
In the Warhammer world, when demons are killed in the material universe, they are merely banished back to the Warp, and can resurrect after accumulating strength.
“Let everyone disperse and search this area carefully.” Roya immediately ordered, “Pick up all the ashes dropped by those high-level demons after their death!” Roya flipped his wrist, took out a mass of [Demon Residue] from his inventory, and spread it on his palm.
“My Lord, is this the ash dropped by the demons?” Foros stared at that mass of ash, instinctively feeling a trace of awe.
Roya nodded.
He looked at the several high-ranking members gathering around, his tone extremely flat: “With this thing, from now on, when things like demons die once, they are truly dead.
They won’t even have the chance to roll back to the Warp to resurrect.” As soon as these words were spoken.
The air in the entire sewage treatment area seemed to be instantly drained.
Foros’s breathing stopped abruptly.
Everyone cast their gazes over.
Completely kill demons?!
Elder Darrell and Calculis stared at each other tightly.
There is no need to self-hypnotize with any more reasons.
Casually taking out ordinary bread to quick-ripen the gene-seed, using ordinary plain water to crack Nurgle’s plague, and now even being able to produce peerless divine weapons that truly slaughter demons…
Definitely a Primarch!
This is the direct manifestation of the Emperor’s power!