The bolter and plasma shots fired by Titus and others at Imurah were all blocked by his psychic shield.
Behind the shield, Imurah began chanting a blasphemous spell. As the chanting ended, Imurah waved his staff, and a Warp Rift abruptly appeared. A massive Hell Beast roared out of the rift, swinging its giant hammer and smashing through all surrounding obstacles.
Hell Beasts are the Chaos faction's equivalent of the Imperial Dreadnoughts. However, their method of creation is extremely horrifying. It involves flaying Chaos Astartes, implanting neural interfaces, and finally burying them within the Hell Beast's twisted, filthy, and reeking womb. Once interred within a Hell Beast, the Chaos Astartes suffers unimaginable torment. It is an eternal torment that no one can endure; most Chaos Astartes would rather commit suicide than be buried within a Hell Beast. Therefore, almost all Chaos Astartes within Hell Beasts are forced into them.
However, even with such a brutal creation process and the infusion of large amounts of Warp energy, the Hell Beast's combat effectiveness is actually inferior to a proper Imperial Dreadnought. Nevertheless, a giant Hell Beast wielding a massive plasma cannon and a thunder hammer is an extremely terrifying enemy for the four individuals present. The Chaos Astartes interred within the Hell Beast will inflict the eternal torment they suffer, multiplied, upon their enemies.
"My Hell Beast will quickly deal with you, and the last shred of protection from this little machine-speaker," Imurah shrieked from above the battlefield, laughing maniacally.
At the same time, with a command from Imurah, the Hell Beast let out a pained roar, then raised the plasma cannon in its hand and fired continuously at the four people on the field. The quick-thinking individuals had already taken cover behind the various blackstone structures in the center of the area as soon as the Hell Beast appeared. The sturdy blackstone material withstood the bombardment of the plasma cannon without any signs of damage.
Seeing this, the Hell Beast roared in fury, swung its thunder hammer, and charged fiercely towards the group hiding behind cover. It was determined to unleash the suffering it endured upon the lackeys of the False Emperor.
Marcus, hiding behind cover, shook his head and casually took out the melta bomb he had prepared long ago. Knowing the plot in advance, how could he not be prepared for a tricky enemy like the Hell Beast? There is nothing one melta bomb cannot solve. If there is, then use two melta bombs. Therefore, Marcus chose to use three melta bombs simultaneously. He refused to believe that a mere Hell Beast could be more durable than a Tyranid Hive Tyrant?
Mind power covered them, and the three melta bombs rapidly flew towards the charging Hell Beast. The Hell Beast, constantly in agony, was not like a clear-headed Tyranid Hive Tyrant that always paid attention to the battlefield situation. It didn't even notice the melta bombs heading its way. The three melta bombs easily stuck to the Hell Beast's body.
"Melta bombs! Get away!" Marcus said, then pressed the detonation button.
"Boom!"
Blazing fire shot skyward, instantly engulfing the roaring Hell Beast. The chain reaction caused by the simultaneous explosion of three melta bombs produced terrifying power. As the smoke cleared, the once terrifying and ferocious Hell Beast's upper body had completely vanished. Only its two thick, steaming legs remained, standing upright on the spot.
This sudden scene caught Imurah in the air completely off guard. It was as if his throat had been choked, stopping his annoying laughter. What followed was pure rage.
"Damn ant! Do you know what you've done!!!"
Imurah roared, pointing his staff at Marcus behind the cover, and psychic lightning shot out, striking the blackstone cover. Even for a Thousand Sons Sorcerer Lord like Imurah, a Hell Beast was an extremely valuable combat asset. Yet, it was instantly killed by Marcus with a few melta bombs. No wonder Imurah was so enraged at this moment.
"Hahaha, then let us utterly destroy these heretics!"
Beneath the green shield, Leuze calibrated the equipment and pushed down the activation lever. Immediately, a large amount of energy was drawn from the psychic disaster energy source and surged throughout the Aurora Facility. Blue arcs of electricity immediately climbed the surrounding blackstone spires. A few seconds later, the largest blackstone spire shed the ancient rocks covering its surface, revealing its true form. Purple light surged from the center of the obelisk floating in the air, illuminating the entire cavern.
In the air, the previously enraged Imurah instantly shrieked and disappeared.
"When the Aurora is active, he, and those like him corrupted by Warp power, cannot exist in the physical universe," Leuze explained to the others.
Titus snorted coldly. "We'll see, heretics won't be so easily driven out."
"This is just the beginning! With these devices, we can completely seal the Great Rift! Drive all heretics back into the Warp, and restore the glory of the Golden Age!"
Inside the shield, Leuze's expression was agitated. "We just need to adjust the orientation, and it will be done—"
Saying this, Leuze twisted a small obelisk replica on the device. After completely inverting the small obelisk, the surrounding space immediately began to vibrate. The previously green energy shield was also flickering. Something bad was happening.
At the same time, Imurah's sinister laughter returned.
"Heh heh hahahaha! What a genius! My dear Leuze, tell us, where did you obtain this ancient wisdom? Every source of your inspiration and wisdom comes from that chaotic place!"
As he spoke, Imurah's figure reappeared in the air, and the surrounding Warp energy became even stronger. The green shield, which had been flickering, also disappeared at this moment. Imurah raised his hand, intending to unleash a psychic lightning bolt to strike down the now useless Leuze.
It was at this moment that Marcus, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately activated the Mark of Starfire on his chest.
Energy Feedback, activate!
A psychic rift immediately appeared above Imurah's head, beginning to rapidly drain his psychic reserves, which were comparable to a peak Tyranid Hive Tyrant's!
Energy Feedback instantly interrupted Imurah's spellcasting. Imurah had painstakingly gained his current power through a long weaving of lies and conspiracies. But now, that power was rapidly draining away.
"No!" Imurah screamed in despair, feeling his power drain.
The more psychic reserves he had, the more psychic energy was drawn by Energy Feedback, and the greater the structural damage caused. Large cracks had already appeared on Imurah's body, and countless streams of blood gushed out, instantly soaking his once blue power armor and sorcerer robes.