Bolters roared, chainswords howled, and flesh flew.
The Players, including Zigman, pounced on the Cultists like hungry wolves on a flock of lambs, slaughtering them en masse.
"In the name of the Emperor, accept your punishment, Heretics."
Little Alpaca, a Battle Sister, wore power armor and charged at the forefront, wielding an oversized chainsword inscribed with incense prayers.
Empowered by the Emperor's faith, her combat prowess was no weaker than that of Players who had become Astartes.
The nine Psyker presiding over the ritual let out low roars,
intending to unleash terrifying psychic spells on the Players.
However, they were surprised to find that they couldn't release any psychic spells.
This was naturally thanks to Zigman.
Zigman was different from other Players.
As a Soulless, he couldn't become an Astartes.
Primarchs possessed a dual nature of Holy Terra (Earth/Reality) and the Warp.
Astartes, anchored to the Primarchs, naturally also possessed some Warp characteristics.
However, Zigman, as a Soulless, inherently repelled the Warp.
He could only choose to enhance his Soulless traits and follow the path of the Soulless King.
The Warp's transcendent power melted away like snow under the scorching sun when it encountered him.
Within his Soulless domain, Psyker were completely suppressed, unable to even cast spells.
The newly formed Daemons near the Warp portal collapsed one after another,
and were banished back to the Warp amidst desperate wails.
Without psychic powers, the combat strength of those scrawny Psyker was inferior even to slaves.
They were torn to shreds by Little Alpaca's chainsword as she charged past them.
With the death of the nine Psyker and numerous Cultists, the sacrificial ritual was halted.
However, the rift did not close; instead, it slowly expanded.
"Caw caw caw caw, ha ha ha ha."
The Lord of Change, with a bird's head, blue-purple feathers all over his body, and wearing an Ancient Greek-style robe, cackled strangely.
The Lord of Change was a Greater Daemon under Tzeentch, an agent of His plan.
The Greater Daemon waved his staff, maintaining the Warp portal from the other end and trying to widen it.
Beside him, Pink Horrors and Blue Horrors chattered.
Flamers waved their nine or eighteen arms, cheering him on.
The Lord of Change loudly praised the wisdom of the Lord of Change, extolling the great plan that never failed.
Tzeentch's army would descend upon Holy Terra (Earth/Reality), destroying all The Cursed ones' schemes.
"It's finally my turn. This time, I'm going to be number one."
"You guys provide suppressive fire, and I'll charge in."
Zigman charged through the rift and struck the Lord of Change with his sword.
This action plunged the entire Tzeentch domain into an eerie silence.
Never before had a mortal shown such courage, daring to charge into the domain of the Lord of Change and attack a Greater Daemon.
"Die, Daemon, for the Emperor, for the omnissiah."
Zigman shouted again, then swung his sword.
Due to his Soulless characteristic, the Lord of Change let out a painful shriek.
Without the Greater Daemon's power to sustain it, the Warp portal began to close.
The reacting Daemons of Fear and Flamers surged towards Zigman like a tide.
"For the Emperor, for Khorne, for the void's Nezuko."
Zigman did not retreat; instead, he shouted slogans and charged forward.
Relying on his Soulless characteristic, he cut down a dozen Tzeentch Daemons.
But more Daemons swarmed him, knocking him down.
However, he repeatedly got back up, continuing to fight back with his bolter and sword.
By the end of the battle, Zigman's armor was shattered and scarred, his combat sword broken, and his bolter ammunition exhausted.
After confirming that he had bought enough time, Zigman activated his armor's self-destruct system, detonating the melta bombs on his body.
Accompanied by a deafening explosion, hordes of Daemons of Fear and Flamers were blown away, and Zigman himself was blown to pieces.
The Lord of Change attempted to capture the soul of this arrogant mortal,
preparing to use every means to torment him, to make him understand the consequences of intruding into the domain of the Lord of Change.
However, he discovered that the mortal had no soul at all.
At this moment, the Warp portal completely closed, with no possibility of reopening.
The Tzeentch Daemons watched the vanished passage, letting out unwilling howls.
"Master, is this also part of your plan?" a Daemon of Fear humbly asked into the depths of the crystal maze.
Nine minutes and nine seconds later, a faint voice came from the depths of the crystal maze.
"This…"
"This is part of the plan."
When the rebellion of the Punitive Fleet concluded,
a light screen appeared before Alex, who was in Lykard Space Station.
He had leveled up again.
"Congratulations, you have gained experience.
LV12 -> LV13
Learned Skill: Divine Summon (Can consume Faith Points to summon Players to your side. The higher the Player's level and the further the distance, the greater the consumption.)
Learned Skill: Divine Descent (Can consume Faith Points to descend to a Player's side. The higher your level and the further the distance, the greater the consumption.
Friendly reminder: Divine Summon and Divine Descent belong to the same skill category. Each time this type of skill is used, all skills of the same type require a 24-hour cooldown.)
Good heavens, has the Emperor had a change of heart?
He's actually willing to give me a cheat?
Alex's eyes lit up as he read the descriptions of the two skills.
In ancient times, Tiga abandoned corpses, specifically to deceive children's light.
Today, Living Saint abandons Players, descending across the entire galaxy.
Wherever there were Players, Alex could make a sound and descend from light, like Ultraman.
As long as he accumulated enough Faith Points, he could summon the most loyal army of oxen and horses from across the galaxy anytime, anywhere.
Unfortunately, he couldn't summon fleets.
If he could summon fleets at will, then the Four Chaos Gods would merely be insignificant figures, not worth fearing.
The news that the ritual was stopped and the evil spirits were driven back to the Warp made Angedo and others look ashen.
They knew they were completely finished.
Facing interrogation, they remained tight-lipped, attempting to protect the families behind them in this way.
Unfortunately, Alex possessed the skill "Mind Touch."
After torturing them with cruel methods and breaking their psychological defenses, he easily read their relevant memories.
From the memories of these individuals, it was learned that the Colin Family was the leader of the Cult of Change.
This Cult worshipped the Chaos God Tzeentch and revered schemes and deceit.
Anyone wishing to ally with the Colin Family and join their circle had to join this Cult.
This meant that the faction led by the Colin Family had been completely corrupted.
"This matter must be reported to Syntilla immediately. The faction led by the Colin Family is involved in Chaos worship."
Xia's expression was grave upon learning of this.
She didn't waste any time.
She immediately had the Astropath send a message to Syntilla, informing the sector government, the Inquisition, the Ecclesiarchy, and other organizations about the Colin Family.
However, she ultimately underestimated the Colin Family's madness.
The moment the Astropathic message was received by Syntilla's Astropathic Choir, the Colin Family got wind of it.
They had been operating for too long, to the extent that they had informants in various departments, strata, and organizations.
Realizing their identities were exposed, the Colin Family reacted swiftly, immediately instigating an armed uprising.
At the same time, they positioned themselves as victims.
They publicly declared that the Navy and the Valanxius Family had colluded to slander the Colin Family.
They were forced to resist out of desperation.
They also called upon loyalists to join them, to severely punish those who committed evil in the Emperor's name, and to give the Colin Family justice.
As expected of Tzeentch's followers, they truly exemplified baseness, shamelessness, insidious treachery, and viciousness.
Not long after the rebellion erupted, the various Hive City of Syntilla were reduced to ruins by the warring factions.
The entire Calixis Sector also plunged into full-scale war.
Meanwhile,
the Lord of Change—Fateweaver Kairos—who was in the crystal maze, was manipulating the threads of fate.
The Lord of Change had ordered him to investigate the origins of those Emperor's minions.
The first thing Kairos had to do was to find the true names of those individuals.
True names contained many secrets, and mastering a true name meant mastering those secrets.
Kairos quickly found the fate lines of those Emperor's minions.
After examining them along the fate lines, his four eyes widened instantly.
"One Night Output Slaanesh Ten Times"
"Going to Arm Wrestle Khorne"
"I Laugh at Wu Mou's Tzeentch"
"'Crazy Kisses Nurgle's Chubby Face'"
"The Emperor is Still Charming"
"Madly Sucking Khorne's Dick"
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Kairos had thought that as a Greater Daemon of Tzeentch, he would no longer be shocked by anything in the world.
Now, he felt that he still had room for improvement.
What in the world were these true names?
"Are these guys really the Emperor's God Chosen? Why do they look even more chaotic than Chaos?"
Huh!
Kairos, who was complaining, suddenly made a new discovery.
He seemed to smell the scent of pure Thousand Sons.