Chapter 595

Everything faded in an instant; whether it was the land plowed into gray-brown by the war, it became completely gray-white, the sky dyed red by fire lost its color, the Astra Militarum's uniforms seemed to have been washed too many times, and the silver bodies of the Necrons became dull.

Even the Burning One C'tan shard in mid-air lost its color; the flames around him became black and white blocks, no longer the scorching heat, leaving only a dull deathly silence.

Szarekh looked at this scene with complete confusion; the anti-Warp field represented by intersecting horizontal and vertical lines before his eyes was trembling and roaring wildly, like a sea surface where an undersea earthquake was occurring.

He felt that everything about him was becoming slow, becoming faded, becoming empty.

This was not a trick of playing with time; Szarekh was very sure of this.

This was more like... more like Szarekh's existence was becoming thin, more like his existence was stagnating.

Everything around was like an ebb tide; the sounds of the battlefield went to the distant horizon.

He could faintly hear the exclamations, prayers, and praises of humans; they were shouting the name of the God-Emperor, but their existence also became thin.

It was as if everything on this battlefield, whether machine or flesh, whether memory or soul, was falling toward isolated abysses.

Only that human girl, the girl named Jeanne, walked barefoot on the gravel-filled battlefield.

Fire, the fire that burned reality, flowed under her skin, and then broke free from the restraint of her flesh and blood body, turning into a surging tide and whistling out.

Jeanne opened her arms, and any fire surged from her body, tearing her skin and descending into reality.

Everything was crackling, but unlike the fire of the Burning One, the sound of those golden flames burning around Jeanne was so soft, like silk sliding across the water surface, like a group of silent deaths.

Fire surged from her eyes, and Jeanne opened her mouth slightly to spit out starlight; linen cloth and solar prominence-like fire intertwined, like layers of silk ribbons lifting Jeanne's body, taking her flying into mid-air.

Her body became charred under the burning of the fire, but the radiance around her became more dazzling, as if she were a star in a solar eclipse.

The Burning One let out a roar; he struggled in that gray-white-black three-color, twisted, and constantly extracted energy from reality, actually regaining some color in an instant, and orange-red flames began to burst forth around him.

But Jeanne in mid-air just raised her face slightly; the fire almost swallowed her face, her eye sockets deeply sunken, and her flesh and blood were nearly withered.

But even the Necrons who were insulated from the Warp could feel that Jeanne was almost like a container for a god.

And the human perception of the Warp was even more sensitive; they saw behind Jeanne, in those burning golden flames, a figure sitting on the Golden Throne faintly emerging.

The Burning One roared, rolling with red and orange-red flames and pouncing on Jeanne; the extreme heat at the beginning of the universe melted everything in his path, and many Necrons dissolved into complete molten iron under his roar.

Jeanne didn't dodge or evade, just a dagger made of obsidian appeared in her hand at some point.

Ritual dagger, a Warp artifact forged from fragments of the weapon used during humanity's first murder.

She raised the dagger with one hand and swung it heavily toward the Burning One.

In an instant, the dagger turned into a magnificent giant sword burning with golden flames in mid-air, almost like a continent, pressing down toward the Burning One.

For a time, even the C'tan body of the Burning One appeared insignificant in front of that golden longsword.

Szarekh's non-existent heart skipped a beat.

He remembered something.

The Crypteks seemed to have warned him that if the current blackstone spire was pierced by high-intensity Warp energy, it would reverse its polarity, changing from suppressing the Warp to amplifying the Warp...

No, no, no, it's okay; blackstone itself has the effect of suppressing the Warp and is extremely hard.

Such a large blackstone spire, it's not so easy to be pierced, right?

Szarekh suddenly realized something.

He saw the scorching golden longsword in Jeanne's hand actually pressing the Burning One and stabbing toward the blackstone spire.

The Burning One's high-heat body collided with the blackstone spire, emitting a sharp roar; the flames diffusing around him forcibly melted the blackstone spire.

The powerful Warp energy condensed on Jeanne poured into the spire like a flood.

The scorching golden flames followed the opening melted by the Burning One and poured into the blackstone spire continuously.

The increasingly fierce Warp energy and the blackstone's ability to suppress the Warp effect collided with each other.

Blackstone is now like a small plug blocking a crack in a dam, trying its best to block the Warp flood from pouring into reality.

But the flood surging from the Warp was too powerful; the blackstone's polarity was stimulated to the limit, and finally, like a spring pressed to the bottom, it began to reverse violently.

The polarity of the blackstone spire was reversed at this moment.

The dam originally used to block the Warp disintegrated, and instead released the endless Warp flood.

A hideous Warp rift formed on the blackstone spire, in which flickered boundless deathly silence and scorching golden flames.

In an instant, even the Burning One was swallowed by this rift, drowned in the flood of the Warp, and didn't know where he was rolled away.

Then the rift collided and expanded, releasing more Warp energy, instantly rolling everything around into that tide.

Humans were not affected; on the contrary, their spirits became more fervent, their emotions became more high-spirited, they loudly praised the God-Emperor and Saint Doraemon, and their praise itself strengthened the Warp energy.

And the Necrons began to burn under the scouring of those Warp energies; these Warp energies seemed to be slaughtering the Necrons ritually, and countless Necrons were drowned in this tide of fire.

Phaeron Szarekh also couldn't escape the scouring of the Warp flood. He looked at Jeanne, who was suspended in mid-air like a scorching star, looking at the figure in the rolling flames who seemed to be possessed by a god; an expression that could be called "hard to hold" appeared on Szarekh's metal face.

"You race, you really have a big disease." Szarekh sighed, and then was swallowed by the Warp flood, his living metal body turning into ashes in the blink of an eye and dissipating in the air.

This Warp rift circled in the orbit of the planet, constantly venting the power of the Warp to the real universe.

Because Szarekh had previously concentrated the effect of the Pariah Nexus entirely on the surface of the planet, those Warp energies spread to the systems in all directions almost without restriction.