Chapter 202: You will do what?
"This universe is mine, not that obsolete relic's."
"Shameless!" Raven shrieked. "You stole everything from your own creator, have some shame, you shameless"
"Shame!"
"Shame!"
"Shame!"
Unicron's terrifying form trembled with rage.
'This creature's tongue remains as venomous as ever.' Valdor and the Emperor silently approved in their hearts.
The Raven Lord served as their perfect mouthpiece. Rhetoric had never been their strength.
During the Unification Wars, the Emperor frequently found himself on the brink of a breaking point due to Terra's warlords.
Unable to win through words alone, He would simply vaporize His opponent with psychic fire, achieving through raw power what diplomacy could not.
After Raven's arrival, this weakness had been remedied. To date, numerous powerful adversaries had been goaded to fury by the corvid's insults.
The most pitiable were those who could neither out-argue Raven nor defeat him in combat, leaving them no recourse but miserable annihilation.
"A venomous tongue means nothing in the infinite expanse, you corvid." Unicron's tone carried menace. "Survival requires strength alone. Either your forces withdraw, or we are in for a total war."
"War?" Raven raised his head, fixing the entity with an unblinking stare.
"We fear no War, you clanker. Let us fight, then! At worst, we'll drag a few universes down with us."
Unicron glared at the corvid. "Good. Very good. I trust you'll remain as defiant when my armies sweep through your universe."
"One day, I will tear that bird head from your neck."
With that, Unicron severed the projection, denying Raven any opportunity for rebuttal.
Raven stared at the blackened screen for a moment, then forcibly reconnected.
"Don't let me catch you, thief, or I'll tear off your head and cast it into Nurgles' cesspit, you coward."
Without waiting for Unicron's response, Raven mimicked his opponent and terminated the communication.
He also blacklisted the bastard; no communication requests would be accepted, and even forced reconnections would be immediately blocked.
The essence of his strategy was pure insolence. If he couldn't hear it, it didn't exist.
Somewhere in the Dark Void of the Transformers Universe
A scream of absolute fury echoed through the emptiness.
Staring at the dead communication screen, Unicron seethed with rage.
"I will kill that bird."
"I will grind him to particles, pluck every feather from his body, then cast him into a star to burn."
"Even if he dies, I will resurrect him, only to kill him again."
Unicron cataloged countless revenge scenarios in his mind. At this moment, he possessed a single-minded obsession: that bird must die.
No matter the cost, that accursed corvid had to die.
Terra, Imperium
Raven, meanwhile, felt thoroughly refreshed. Arguing with someone felt magnificent.
Absolutely exhilarating.
"Enraging a creation-level deity is unwise!" Cegorach exclaimed.
During his time on Terra, the Laughing God had studied the Imperium's intelligence reports on the Transformers universe. He understood Unicron's true nature; his status exceeded Cegorach's own.
The Aeldari deity was merely one member of a pantheon. Unicron was a creation-god of an entire universe.
"Oh, please, nothing extraordinary about him. That clanker of a creature has a fundamental brain problem," Raven declared, sprawling back onto his miniature throne.
The Custodians bore him aloft as he resumed enjoying the luxurious life of being fed by the golden warriors.
"How can you be certain he has a problem?" Valdor asked, puzzled.
"Simple logic. If someone provokes you and prepares to attack, would you waste time on speeches? You'd probably impale them with your spear immediately."
Raven rolled his eyes at Valdor. "What, you think a creation-level deity has better self-control than you?"
Valdo remained silent. 'If you're going to make comparisons, why must you use me as the example? Am I truly that aggressive?'
"It appears we must reinforce the Thirteenth and Ninth," the Emperor observed.
Unicron would certainly not allow this matter to rest. He would dispatch additional forces to dismantle the Imperium's beachhead, possibly even launching counterattacks.
The pressure on the Blood Angels and Ultramarines Legions would increase dramatically. More troops would be required to consolidate their defensive lines.
At that moment, Malcador arrived with news: Primarch Lion El'Jonson, the First, was approaching the Solar System.
The Lion had successfully completed the Emperor's assignment.
He had recovered two artifacts - the Plagueheart and the Tuchulcha Engine. With assistance from the Watchers of his homeworld, Caliban, he had also secured the Ouroboros.
Using these three relics, Lion El'Jonson had successfully synthesized the Harmonic Engine, an ancient Webway breach device created by the Old Ones, and was bringing it to the Solar System for the inspection of the Master of Mankind.
The Lion's efficiency exceeded expectations. He delivered the Harmonic Engine to the outer Solar System's void.
This Old One creation had been corrupted during the War in Heaven, and it would drive any operator toward the abyss of madness.
Therefore, only the Emperor possessed sufficient power to activate it, His psychic might was unparalleled, and Chaos could not corrupt Him.
To access the Black Library left by the Old Ones, the Emperor once more ascended the Golden Throne. He fashioned a projection of Himself and dispatched it to the Harmonic Engine.
Under Cegorach's guidance, the projection easily activated the ancient device.
The Harmonic Engine was a spherical construct of brass and crystal. Massive gears rotated slowly, overflowing with psychic resonance.
Crystal chains drove intricate cogwork, radiating eerie luminescence.
The Harmonic Engine shifted through infinitely complex configurations, while auroras of strange energy danced across its infernal atmosphere.
Supernatural power erupted. The planet-sized device released unimaginable radiance, blazing like a newborn star.
Something terrible and insane emerged. Mountain-sized eyes and twisted horrors from madmen's nightmares peered into reality, emitting indescribable, piercing shrieks.
Thousands of personnel screamed involuntarily upon witnessing those blasphemous visions.
The Emperor, enthroned upon the Golden Throne, swiftly suppressed these anomalies. He wielded his power to forcibly stabilize the Harmonic Engine's function.
As the device activated fully, space itself began to distort. A passage filled with mist and dazzling light opened, a direct path to the Black Library.
The Imperium would master every secret this universe held.
The Far Side of the Galaxy
A daemon-hunting team bearing the Imperial Aquila traveled by voidship toward their destination.
Within the ship's containment cells were various prisoners: humans, bizarrely shaped xenos, malevolent warp entities, and specialized Empyrean constructs that required permanent sealing.
As the voidship exited the Immaterium, in that brief interval when the Gellar Field deactivated and energy shields had not yet risen, a terrible presence invaded the vessel.
All machinery underwent a grotesque transformation. Countless silver and copper wires manifested, writhing like metallic serpents across walls, ceiling, and deck.
Thin metal needles erupted like the spines of some mechanical abomination. The spines blossomed outward like flowers, folding into intricate brass gears that whirred and meshed with perfect precision.
The daemon-hunting team seized their weapons immediately, sweeping the vessel for intruders.
They found their target quickly.
A creature of iron and molten metal stood upon two hooves planted against the deck, eyes burning with flame.
"Identify yourself!" The team leader gripped his weapon, voice sharp with challenge.
The entity spoke in an otherworldly tone. "I am the God of Mysteries Mechanical. I am the Lord of the Everlasting Forge. I am the Arkifane Vashtorr."
The daemon-hunters activated their specialized weaponry.
The unique aura of the Pariahs spread outward, nullifying Warp's influence and forcibly restoring the natural laws of reality.
"Daemon, what foul scheme drives you? How dare you manifest aboard our vessel?"
The captain activated his longsword's power field, watching intently, prepared to strike.
"I wish to pledge eternal loyalty to the Imperium."
Vashtorr's declaration made the battle-ready daemon-hunters' eyes widen in disbelief.
They wondered if they were experiencing some shared hallucination.
This warp entity had invaded their ship merely to swear allegiance to the Imperium?
What manner of absurdity was this?
Vashtorr ignored their shock and continued. "Convey me to Terra. I would stand before the Master of Mankind. I shall swear allegiance to Him and offer all that I possess. The only compensation I desire is a single visit to the Black Library."
The Black Library was vast beyond comprehension.
Its floors and walls were constructed of smooth obsidian. The library consisted of infinite hexagonal chambers extending in every direction, endless, without a terminus.
The shelves within each chamber rose to impossible heights, holding countless tomes. The books contained the infinite secrets of the universe's birth and cycles.
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