Chapter 316: Yvraine: Praise the Aeldari Death God Doraemon

The sound of hymns resounded through Magna Macragge; simple and pleasant melodies and the aroma of dorayaki flowed through the buildings built of marble.

Greirina strolled on the streets of the city, watching everything around her unfold slowly, watching the corners of the city filled with believers holding dorayaki and juice decomposed from leaves.

Every few steps, one could see a choir composed of twenty-two children singing hymns praising Saint Doraemon, seeing devout believers kneeling on the ground to pay tribute to that great existence.

The same scene was happening simultaneously in the twenty-two cities on Macragge.

This was the first ceremony in the galaxy to praise Saint Doraemon; as the person in charge of Magna Macragge, Greirina couldn't help but feel some pride in her heart.

But she soon felt guilty, cupped her hands in a circle on her chest, and whispered a confession to Saint Doraemon.

All glory should belong to Saint Doraemon.

The success of this ceremony also came entirely from the great power of Saint Doraemon.

The tablecloth that could conjure food out of thin air, the bacteria that could decompose leaves into juice—it was precisely these miracles that contributed to this ceremony.

And she had only made a negligible contribution to it; how could she feel pride?

Moreover, now was not the time to celebrate the success of the ceremony. She still had duties that had not been completed.

The persons in charge of the twenty-two Saint Doraemon temples had all come to this city, waiting to hold the first meeting among the believers of Saint Doraemon.

Greirina was a little uneasy about this.

The persons in charge of the twenty-two temples—she didn't know if they would have different understandings of the doctrine? Would there be conflicts among them?

As a former noble, Greirina knew that people could not fully understand each other, so where there were people, there would inevitably be conflicts.

She had originally wanted to invite Prophet Xiang Xiang Leina, Prophet Belisarius Cawl, or Prophet Greyfax to let the wisdom of the prophets lead them.

But it was a pity that the three seemed to have tasks; Prophet Xiang Xiang Leina and Prophet Belisarius Cawl couldn't be seen at all, and Lady Greyfax expressed her apologies, saying she was executing a task assigned by Primarch Roboute Guilliman regarding organizing history.

Suddenly, Greirina seemed to vaguely hear the sound of an explosion.

She hurriedly turned her head, but saw brilliant sparks rising between the distant mountains.

The scorching light flew into the sky, bursting in the dark night, brilliant like summer night fireworks.

The surrounding believers also stopped one after another, pointing at the light in the sky in the distance.

Greirina was also slightly surprised; that direction was Hera Fortress.

Could it be the Ultramarines in Hera Fortress setting off fireworks? Were they celebrating the first ceremony of Saint Doraemon with them?

A psychic spear like a scorching sun pierced through the heavy marble wall of the Aeldari Embassy in the blink of an eye; everything was cut open like melted butter.

Yvraine let out an exclamation, and the gift of the god of death released from the Crone Sword, *Kha-vir*, in her hand turned into a storm mixed with whispers.

This bone longsword collided with the psychic spear condensed from flames; Yvraine let out a low roar.

"You go first!!!" She shouted at The Visarch, who was trying to move forward to help her.

At least one person had to reach Ynnead's side.

The Visarch couldn't help but hesitate for a moment, and it was in this moment that the situation around them changed.

The material structure of the air around the two Aeldari was reshaped and distorted, crystallizing into blades that stabbed toward the two.

The Visarch hurriedly waved his own Silent Scream Sword, *Asu-var*, to block those crystalline blades.

But every blade contained huge psychic power, and the resulting explosion directly engulfed The Visarch and Yvraine.

The heavy wraithbone armor on The Visarch's body played a role, and together with the storm set off by the power of the god of death, it protected the two.

"Damn monkey!!" The Visarch cursed angrily while resisting the psychic explosion.

Yvraine had just wanted to speak, but noticed that the entire Aeldari Embassy was shaking more violently.

No, it wasn't just the Aeldari Embassy; even the reality around it was shaking.

It was as if someone was trying to pull the entire Aeldari Embassy from the ground, from reality, with psychic power.

Yvraine was shocked by this barbaric and crude way of using psychic power.

Scorching psychic flames gushed out from Xiang Xiang Leina's five senses.

She was suspended in mid-air, opened her two arms, and let out a silent screech.

Every cell, every nerve, every molecule was soaked in the Warp, venting power toward reality.

Xiang Xiang Leina raised her hand violently, and amidst the sound of mountains collapsing and the ground cracking, the entire Aeldari Embassy was pulled up from Hera Fortress, forcibly dragged into mid-air.

"Really difficult for people!" Xiang Xiang Leina roared and complained: "And it has to be blown into the sky!"

Mephiston on the side really wanted to say that Zhou Yun's sentence was a metaphor, but looking at Xiang Xiang Leina's wild venting of psychic power, the corner of his mouth twitched and he didn't say much more.

Only to see Xiang Xiang Leina twisting her arms, and the Aeldari Embassy dragged into mid-air began to crack and twist like a twist twisted by a chef; the solid marble was like a sponge in Xiang Xiang Leina's hands.

Mephiston didn't just watch either; he waved the silver steel longsword in his hand, lightly crossing the veil of reality.

Millions of sword marks suddenly appeared on the Aeldari Embassy in mid-air, and everything in it was cut into small pieces of about two centimeters, suspended in mid-air.

The buzzing sound of a bone sword suddenly rang out, and a scarlet figure jumped out of the Aeldari Embassy like a meteor.

A silent soul screech resounded through Hera Fortress, and The Visarch, holding the Crone Sword, approached the three psychics directly.

At this moment, the scarlet armor on his body was full of sword marks, and blood couldn't stop seeping out from under the power armor.

"No one can stop the death brought by Ynnead—"

He let out a low roar full of anger, landed in front of the three psychics, and a storm mixed with whispers set off around him.

Then, he saw clearly the faces of the three people standing in front of him.

"Ah???"

"Tigurius?"

"Mephiston?"

After The Visarch discovered who was attacking him, his voice was suddenly terrified, and he turned around and ran.

As an Aeldari, The Visarch knew perfectly well what kind of monsters these two Astartes librarians, who even formed their own projections in the Warp, were.

Tigurius raised the staff belonging to Malcador in his hand silently.

The Visarch only felt that the space around him suddenly became heavy, as if an entire planet was pressing on his body.

The ground shattered, and a hemispherical crater more than a meter wide formed with him as the center; The Visarch was heavily pressed to the bottom of the crater by an invisible pressure.

"Caught one." Tigurius said in a tired voice.

"There's still one, that Yvraine ran away." Xiang Xiang Leina's portable pyramid no longer released green light; she fell from the air and said.

"Can't run away."

Tigurius shook his head slowly and said:

"Wait a while, wait a while longer, let me rest a while more..."

Tigurius's face was full of fatigue and wrinkles tortured by work.

He breathed the refreshing air of the Macragge night, with tears vaguely in his eyes, as if he were a prisoner who had just been released from prison.

He opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to complain about the hardship of work, but thinking of the content of the work, he couldn't say it.

His current duty was to be responsible for compiling fake historical archives, filling in the history of the Second Empire period.

The most uncomfortable part was that the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar had valued history since ancient times, especially in those years ruled by the Primarch.

During the Second Empire period, the government records of every year, every month, and every day of the five hundred worlds were piled up in the Ptolemy Library.

Tigurius's task was to destroy all of these, and then compile fake government records one by one—this workload was really too huge.

He even thought about whether to secretly use his psychic power to burn the Ptolemy Library to the ground, once and for all.

Tigurius's expression was almost painful.

Mephiston walked forward and gently patted his colleague on the shoulder.

"You still behave too normally, and are too trusted by your chapter."

Mephiston said in an admonishing tone:

"You should behave a bit more cold and weird, be more reclusive, and use psychic power to apply some terrifying effects to yourself when you see others in the chapter, as if you have been affected a lot by the Warp; that way the chapter won't arrange too much work for you."

"..." Tigurius looked at Mephiston with an extremely terrifying look.

He had always been very puzzled as to why this colleague of his from the Blood Angels was so free; clearly both were Chief Librarians, why did Mephiston behave as if he had no burden of chapter paperwork at all?

Within the Ultramarines, the paperwork Tigurius bore was even more than that of Chapter Master Calgar.

"You usually pretend?" Tigurius said as if he had suddenly realized.

Every time he saw Mephiston, Tigurius could always feel some kind of black shadow squirming under Mephiston's skin; he knew this was a psychic phenomenon, but it was very strange why Mephiston, this psychic who could rival him, couldn't suppress and cover up this phenomenon.

And Mephiston's pale skin and cold aura were all influences produced by psychic power, but as a psychic who could control every cell of his own, this situation could also be completely covered up.

Now Tigurius understood; it turned out this was all Mephiston's intention.

Blood Angels Chapter Master Dante having you as his Chief Librarian is really his blessing!

Tigurius sighed in his heart while couldn't help but stare at Xiang Xiang Leina with wide eyes.

"Ms. Xiang Xiang Leina is also..." Tigurius recalled Xiang Xiang Leina's usual performance.

"... I am real." Xiang Xiang Leina said with a twitching face.

Yvraine panted heavily, hiding in the darkness of Hera Fortress.

The three psychics who attacked them actually included Tigurius and Mephiston.

Fortunately, she was cautious enough to let The Visarch create an opportunity for her to escape.

Must reach The Yncarne's side as soon as possible.

Yvraine gritted her teeth and quickly mobilized the gift from the god of death.

She wanted to go to the side of the Aeldari god of death—

The scene in front of her moved rapidly, things changed and twisted; Yvraine dived under the veil of reality, traveling in the Warp.

She opened her eyes slowly, but saw a human girl and two Astartes librarians, one red and one blue, standing in front of her.

A heavy pressure descended from the sky, pressing heavily on Yvraine; she fell to the ground violently and saw that beside her was The Visarch, who was foaming at the mouth.

"You see, I said you couldn't run away." Tigurius said in a tired voice.

Yvraine endured the heavy pressure and clenched her fists; now that she had been forced into a desperate situation, it seemed that all she could do was pray.

Pray to the Aeldari god of death... pray to the Aeldari death god Doraemon.

Death God Doraemon, may your death protect us...

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 317 =====