Chapter 136: I Will Suppress My Rage

Zhou Yun stood atop a distant spire, watching the howling gray hurricane swallow over half the mechanical spire, countless insect swarms swept into the sky, trembling like shards of stone within the wind.

Even the massive Tyranid behemoths could not resist the terrifying storm unleashed by the pocket tornado.

The pocket tornado could unleash a storm covering an entire small town in an instant, but its flaw was that it made no distinction between friend and foe—even Zhou Yun himself, if standing inside, would be swept into the sky.

Thus, Zhou Yun had never before used the pocket tornado at full power.

But now, with the Gate of Anywhere, he could finally realize his long-held dream.

All he needed to do was open the Gate of Anywhere, appear at the center of the insect swarm, drop the pocket tornado, then slip back through the gate and flee.

Perfect!

Zhou Yun watched the chitinous flood surging into the sky, feeling deeply relieved and freed.

The massive Insect Saint still resisted the storm with its enormous bulk and psychic power.

Yet even it, now, began to shake uncontrollably, as if any second it would be ripped upward into the sky.

The storm's assault came too suddenly, and it had been unleashed within its psychic shield—the Insect Saint had no time to react.

But Zhou Yun knew that even the pocket tornado could not truly defeat the Insect Saint, nor did he intend to.

The Insect Saint was a Titan, a living divine machine.

Just as only Primarchs could defeat Primarchs, only divine machines or the power of gods themselves could overcome a divine machine.

It was only because of his own interference that the Insect Saint had appeared on the battlefield far too early.

Zhou Yun had to maintain a fragile balance among the Necrons, the Blood Angels, and the Tyranid swarm, so that the Traveler Anarquel could finally reveal his last card—and ensure the Blood Angels and Necrons could ignite their plan to burn the entire Underworld Galaxy.

Glancing at the Insect Saint Titan about to be ripped from the mechanical spire, Zhou Yun pulled the Gate of Anywhere from his fourth-dimensional pocket once more.

"Luxi," Zhou Yun whispered to the gate: "The Church of Shels."

On the other side of the gate, the sound of waves and the piercing cries of the insect swarm rose up.

"Wait," the winged figure within the white light suddenly interrupted Zhou Yun.

He stared at Zhou Yun's face—his own face—with the gleaming bald head, his eyes twitching involuntarily: "If you meet my offspring—"

The Church of Shels was an ancient temple on Luxi, built by its people to worship the Sea God.

Back then, they revered the Sea God Shels, and the boundless frozen seas of Luxi.

But until the Blasphemous Binary Stars of the Underworld Galaxy unleashed the searing fire of the Sun, casting radiant crimson flares that illuminated Luxi's moon and then swept across the entire planet,

the frozen seas melted, endless waves devoured the whole world, tearing apart cities and churches.

Had Luxi's satellite Ixok not been massive enough to use its gravity to drag back the oceans, the entire planet would have already sunk beneath the Sea God's betrayal.

Enraged survivors stormed the ruins of the church, slaughtered the surviving priests, and turned instead to worship the moon, salt, and the sun.

When the Ecclesiarchy arrived on this planet, they chose the church's ruins as their base, erecting upon it a grand cathedral.

This was not merely a church—it was a vast fortress-monastery, equipped with a fully functional defense system.

Captain Seth of the Flesh Tearers paced behind the array of void shields, gazing at the silent cathedral.

The scent of seawater still permeated every corner of the cathedral, reminding Gabriel Seth that this land had once belonged to heretics.

Even with statues of the Blood Angels standing here, Gabriel Seth felt no sense of belonging or peace, nor could he suppress the urge to slaughter.

"Ha," Gabriel Seth exhaled a breath laced with the taste of blood.

He almost felt his fangs growing—his craving for blood, slaughter, and rage never ceased to tempt him.

His chapter was like this; for reasons unknown, as a Blood Angels successor chapter, the Flesh Tearers were far more prone to bloodlust and black rage than their kin.

Their entire chapter had dwindled to only four companies, far fewer than a standard chapter, because so many of their brothers had been consumed by black rage.

This had earned the Flesh Tearers a brutal reputation across the Imperium.

Even during the Great Crusade, the name Flesh Tearers had already existed.

The first chapter master, Ammit, had once been a company commander of the Blood Angels Legion, but he was savage and bloody, frequently participating in the World Eaters' gladiatorial pits; he even forged a friendship with Karn, the Eighth Company Captain of the World Eaters, and ultimately earned the title "Flesh Tearers" from the World Eaters themselves.

The Flesh Tearers chapter, founded in his name, inherited his savage and bloody combat style.

The Flesh Tearers' ferocity in battle frightened even other Imperial forces.

Exterminating entire planets, slaughtering innocent civilians, turning on allied troops—these were all deeds the Flesh Tearers had committed.

And their allies—

The Space Wolves had opened fire on the Flesh Tearers for massacring civilians; the Sisters of the Silver Shroud had demanded the Inquisition and High Lords purge the Flesh Tearers; many others refused to fight alongside them.

When Gabriel Seth became chapter master of the Blood Angels, the High Blood Priests delivered to him a grim truth:

The Flesh Tearers' brothers fell into black rage too frequently; their homeworld Koretasia could no longer replenish their numbers fast enough.

The Flesh Tearers would eventually be wiped out, erased from Imperial history—perhaps in one or two centuries, that day would come.

So Seth swore to his brothers:

If the Flesh Tearers were destined to vanish, then at least let them leave behind honor—so that people would remember them, not fear them. Thus, Gabriel Seth led the Flesh Tearers on patrols across the galaxy, venturing into the most perilous regions, answering distress calls from any sector.

The Flesh Tearers remained mad, but Seth ensured his chapter fought as independently as possible, avoiding alliance with other armies to prevent their savagery and rage from harming Imperial allies.

Seth's efforts yielded some results; they earned a few honors and praises, and some saved civilians had even thanked Seth.

But most still feared and reviled the Flesh Tearers, and now the chapter teetered on the brink of extinction.

So Seth answered Dante's call, arriving first at Baal to fight alongside them, then coming to the Underworld Galaxy.

He knew this would be a deadly battle, and the Flesh Tearers might perish in it—but for Saint Guilliman, Seth desired a death filled with honor.

"Huh."

Seth exhaled a breath of blood, his gaze fixed on the villagers inside the cathedral.

These villagers did not worship the Emperor—they were heretics—and Seth's orders required only the protection of the crawler machines serving as relays.

There was no directive to protect civilians, especially a group of heretics.

But the Sisters were different—the Sisters of the Holy Rose, especially High Sister Magda, insisted on protecting these heretical civilians.

Kill them. A voice in Seth's mind, thick with rage and blood, whispered.

Kill them, punish them, satisfy your chapter with blood, stir their spirits with slaughter.

Kill them, kill them, kill them.

"No!!!" Seth roared, rejecting the relentless surge of rage in his mind.

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The Battle Sisters now held the line alongside his chapter—if his chapter slaughtered civilians, succumbed to rage—

Seth could not imagine how horrific that sight would be: drenched in blood, terror, and revulsion.

He raised his head, staring at the statue of the Archangel before him, seeking some measure of peace.

But there was none—nothing. Perhaps because this place had once been a heretic shrine; Seth felt only the stench of seawater.

Seth grew even more agitated and furious—he felt as if blood and endless rage sought to consume him.

No! Seth gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressing the fury within.

He knew why he had come: death—a death filled with honor was what he desired.

He had to suppress his own rage, and his brothers' rage—he had to—

Suddenly, the roar of the insect swarm erupted outside the monastery.

Seth immediately seized his twin-chainblade, "Bloodthief," and charged out the monastery gates.

High Sister Magda stood firm behind the defense system, her expression grim as she stared at the distant sea of insects.

Endless chitinous shells surged toward the monastery.

Gabriel Seth clenched Bloodthief tightly—he had to suppress his rage, to bring death to himself, and to these blasphemous aliens.

"They are so numerous," High Sister Magda said, her voice hoarse.

Until now, the insect swarm had merely been harvesting biomass on the planet, never launching a full-scale assault on the Sisters.

But whether due to Dante's actions or the arrival of the Flesh Tearers, the swarm had now concentrated its strength, aiming to exterminate the Sisters and the Flesh Tearers.

"In the name of Saint Guilliman's blood, I shall kill," Gabriel Seth growled.

High Sister Magda cast a worried glance at Gabriel Seth; she could feel the chapter master struggling to suppress his primal rage.

"Fight in the name of the Emperor, not in the name of rage."

"Take blood in the name of Saint Guilliman, not in the name of slaughter."

"Bring death in the name of humanity, not in the name of bloodlust."

High Sister Magda spoke in a low, solemn tone; her voice seemed to help Gabriel Seth restrain his fury.

"I will suppress my rage, High Sister," Gabriel Seth nodded slightly to Magda.

At that moment, a red-and-pink wooden door suddenly appeared before the insect swarm.

The door creaked open, and a bald head stepped out.

High Sister Magda's mechanical eye clearly saw the face of the bald man.

"Ah?" High Sister Magda gasped in alarm.

She turned to Gabriel Seth beside her and noticed his expression twisting violently.

Finished, finished, I'm going to die, I'm going to die—I'm already running a fever, it's unbearable.

(End of Chapter)