Ka'Bandha reacted the instant Alexander's voice rang out.
With a speed that belied its massive size, it flashed and arrived before Alexander in the blink of an eye. Its scarlet body was like a wall of solidified fire. It raised its hand high, wielding a giant axe burning with sulfurous flames, and swung it down.
However, before its axe could fall, Alexander nonchalantly pressed the button on the mechanical device on his left hand.
Instantly, Ka'Bandha felt a searing pain that pierced its very existence. The burns left on half of its body from chanting the Emperor's name suddenly flared up and spread.
Alexander's flesh and blood erupted with a scorching light that did not belong to the Warp. It was the stellar fire of the material universe, surrounding Alexander.
Solar flares, like whips, cut through the void and struck Ka'Bandha.
Ka'Bandha cried out in pain, leaving a scarlet, burning welt on its body.
But what shocked Ka'Bandha was not the brilliance of the stellar flames, but rather:
"The cursed one's psychic power?! You can actually harness His power?!"
Ka'Bandha endured the pain of its burning flesh, retreating while shouting in terror.
The stellar flames were not the most dangerous thing. The truly dangerous thing was the psychic power of the Emperor left within these flames ten thousand years ago. Even after ten thousand years, that psychic power was still powerful enough to make any daemon tremble.
It was a power that could obliterate them, body and soul, the cursed, icy solar fire.
Alexander suddenly rose from the ground. His body was almost instantly submerged in the raging stellar flames, transforming into a scorching sun the size of a house in mid-air. The Emperor's psychic power, like chains, wrapped around him.
In an instant, the chaotic sky of the Warp brightened.
A throne cast from Brass soared into the clouds, countless skulls piled into majestic, windy mountains.
These skulls were bizarre and varied, seemingly containing the skulls of all species from the birth of the galaxy to the present day. It was as if the skulls of legendary heroes from every race were piled here. Like blades and swords, they pierced into the scarlet-orange sky, cutting the sky of the Blood God's domain into strips of hanging ribbons.
The firmament wept blood, and crimson blood flowed down, sprinkling on the giant god sitting on the Golden Throne, primal, pure, bloody, and terrifying, who slightly raised His head.
He seemed to notice something, and His gaze, hidden beneath the bloodstained, scarlet, twisted heavy armor, shifted slightly away from Cadia.
In an instant, the intensity of the war on the Cadia battlefield decreased slightly. The anger surrounding both sides of the battlefield seemed to weaken a little.
This was only because the Blood God had focused a small portion of His gaze on the part of the Warp very close to Baal.
That part of the Warp was being covered by a pitch-black shadow, a darkness filled with hunger and the desire to devour, layer upon layer, like countless tiny insects covering the Warp near Baal.
But in this shadow, a light suddenly shone that made the Blood God feel uncomfortable. It was the psychic radiance from the cursed one, from the Dark King.
Although weak, it did exist.
What was that cursed fellow doing again?
However, the Blood God did not pay too much attention to the affairs near Baal. Now, Cadia was the gathering place of the Four Gods' gazes.
Not only the Four Gods, but most of the Dark King's gaze was also focused on Cadia, using that fortress world as the center to contend with the Four Gods.
The Blood God temporarily had to focus most of His energy on Cadia.
"Cat!"
"Nanny robot!"
"Container!"
"Human?"
"Doraemon!"
"Foul-mouthed thing!"
"Fifth! Sixth! Seventh!"
Within the Terra Imperial Palace, the dried corpse sitting on the throne lowered His head, dry muscles covering His face, weaving hollow features.
In those hollow eyes flickered an imperceptible confusion. He felt that the psychic power He had left behind ten thousand years ago had suddenly been copied, and was being used by another being.
Slightly shifting His gaze away from Cadia, He caught sight of the copied psychic power originating from Baal.
"Doraemon!" "Doraemon!" "Doraemon!"
In an instant, it was as if tens of millions of voices rang out in His consciousness. He was in immense pain, feeling His soul being torn into the tiniest particles, feeling Himself falling towards a dark star, feeling the turbulent waves in the Warp trying to engulf Him.
Hundreds of millions of prayers rang out in His head almost simultaneously, those prayers filled with sadness, pain, destruction, and despair almost completely drowning out His own voice.
He felt a desire to stand up from this throne that was like a torture device, to burn away all despair, to burn away all hope as well, to lead everything in the real universe and everything in the Warp to that destined ending—to be reduced to ashes and completely forgotten. Finally, to destroy Himself along with it.
The strong desire for destruction and self-destruction strongly drove Him. Just stand up, just stand up. Just take another step from that path of ascension.
No. No.
He resisted the contradictions of Himself countless times. In this long tearing of contradictions, He had even been almost completely worn away. He was even unable to recite His own true name, unable to find the one that was truly Himself among the hundreds of millions of selves.
Almost instinctively, He tore off a bloody piece from Himself, both resisting and yearning, reaching out His hand, following the connection established by that wisp of psychic power, and violently threw out a part of Himself.
"Help me!!!"
The light of the star burst from Alexander's body, and the Emperor's psychic power, copied from Astramael (Celestial Adalia), howled out.
Although Astramael itself was purely compressed from the Emperor's psychic power, this star was subsequently installed into a series of complex units, serving as the power source for the entire Saint's Treasure Vault. In the definition of the Mechanization Device, Astramael also became a machine, and Alexander could copy its ability.
This was also one of the backhands Alexander used to deal with Ka'Bandha.
A star with the remnants of the Emperor's psychic power smashed into its face.
"Roar!!!!!"
Ka'Bandha let out a cry of anger and anguish. The stellar light released from Alexander directly smashed into its body, and flames blazed on its body. The intense shockwave directly sent Ka'Bandha crashing backward.
This light only lasted for about two or three seconds. Astramael (Celestial Adalia), as a machine, was too complex. The trial version of the Mechanization Device could only copy a few seconds of time.
But that was enough.
Under the stellar flame shock released by Alexander, Ka'Bandha fell towards the Warp rift leading to the four-dimensional pocket like a burning meteor.
"No!!!!!"
Ka'Bandha seemed to sense the danger. In mid-air, it vibrated its tattered, flame-ridden flesh wings, trying to resist the shockwave generated by the stellar explosion, while angrily lashing out a whip at Alexander, trying to grab him.
But Alexander pressed the button on the Mechanization Device again. His arm was instantly covered with a faint golden light.
He copied the ability of Denkōmaru, and with an extremely ingenious posture, flicked his arm and deflected Ka'Bandha's whip.
Then, Alexander moved. The speed, doubly enhanced by the Speed-up Clockwork and the Phantom Thief DX Suit, allowed him to instantly appear in front of Ka'Bandha.
The fist wearing the Superman Gloves smashed into Ka'Bandha's face with all its might. Ka'Bandha cried out in pain, and at the same time, its flesh wings, almost completely burned in the flames, could not withstand the shockwave mixed with the Emperor's psychic power. The whole person was thrown into the four-dimensional pocket.
[Item: Bloodthirster. Ka'Bandha]
[Origin: Warp—Brass Fortress]
[Evaluation: One of the eight Bloodthirsters belonging to Khorne's First Blood Host, the most powerful Greater Daemon under Khorne, but has been defeated many times by Archangel Sanguinius. Due to his obsessive behavior towards Sanguinius and his sons for ten thousand years, he is known as the Bane of Angels. It is said that he is a leading artist in the Blood God's domain, specializing in building satellite-level megastructures with skulls. Given his obsessive behavior, it is recommended to start the childcare program: child behavior correction re-education.]
[Production time: ???]
[Status: Cooked]
[Value: 188,888,888 credits]
[Do you want to carry out child behavior correction re-education?]
Looking at Ka'Bandha, who was still roaring after falling into the four-dimensional pocket, Alexander directly took a step from the anywhere door back to reality, and then directly clicked OK.
More than one hundred million was definitely a huge sum of money for him now.
Ka'Bandha's figure then disappeared into the four-dimensional pocket, not knowing where he went.
But according to Alexander's experience, Ka'Bandha would never be able to return to humanity's forty-millennium universe in this lifetime.
Suddenly, Alexander noticed Mephiston's somewhat solemn gaze, and the Librarians around him also had slightly evasive eyes.
"Don't worry, Ka'Bandha can no longer come to the real universe," Alexander showed some smile: "He has been solved by me."
"No," Mephiston's eyes twitched slightly.
In his Warp vision, Alexander's appearance was a little strange.
With the pocket on Alexander's stomach as the core, a ball of scorching, burning, sulfurous flame, like the Blood God's power, was constantly burning.
In that ball of sulfurous flame, Ka'Bandha was making a sharp wail. His existence was disintegrating little by little, leaving only the purest Warp power fluctuating within, seemingly re-gestating something.
"Oh, damn it, where's my money? Why hasn't my money arrived?"
Alexander was stunned for a moment, and suddenly found that the money from selling Ka'Bandha had not arrived, but a strange progress bar had appeared.
"Childcare Program: Child Behavior Correction Re-education Progress: 8%"
"No Addable Childcare Materials"
Childcare? What childcare? Alexander was slightly stunned—suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, as if he had been hit by something.
"Ouch, damn it, who's so rude!"