Chapter 137

The psykers kept in the cells, wearing automatic penitent devices, suddenly seemed to sense something and shifted from their heads-down praying posture to suddenly raising their heads and staring fixedly outside.

The Arbites inspector naturally discovered this phenomenon, but being stared at by dozens of people with those completely unfocused, dilated pupils, yet bloodshot and vein-popping eyes, his heart skipped a beat for half a second, and he immediately realized something was wrong!

But before he could react and issue a warning, he saw flames beginning to surge wildly around all the psykers.

Those flames did not exist in the physical universe but were projections of the waves from the Warp. Under normal circumstances, they would only be a sign of a psyker being consumed by the Warp.

But... dozens of psykers going berserk at once, who had ever seen such a scene?

In any case, this Arbites inspector had never seen such a 'gorgeous' and 'beautiful' scene in his life.

Boom—!!!

Amidst the earth-shattering explosion, the wails of the psykers were mixed in!

One, two... followed by three, four, until all forty-seven psykers locked in one room were consumed by the Warp and exploded!

The Arbites inspector, in the last second of his life, was still in disbelief.

Why... did the automatic penitent device fail?

And Galken, sitting in the Ecclesiarchy dome cathedral of the upper nest, looked at the surging psychic energy igniting the middle nest from high above, his lips parted slightly, and he let out a soft: "BOOM!"

Then, his expression gradually turned into a ferocious grin: "Hahahaha... do you like the gift I gave you? Don't worry, this is just the first surprise!"

Why did the automatic penitent device go wrong?

Of course, it was because he had long since tampered with it in secret, replacing parts of the Emperor's Proverbs with Warp summoning spells.

Even the playback time, frequency, and when it could achieve the best effect were carefully calculated.

All for this moment, to let the arrogant Emperor's Angels taste what it means to be 'calculated' by a mortal.

"Hahahaha"

Arrogant, sarcastic, and mocking laughter echoed before the broken holy statue of the Emperor.

Galken stepped on the broken holy statue of the Emperor, holding the Emperor's Proverbs, his face full of mockery: "Look, your subjects, the Angels you are so proud of, are nothing but my ridiculous pawns, and you are ultimately just a false god! Rotting flesh sitting on the Golden Wang Zuo!"

He laughed heartily, as if he wanted to vent all the grievances of those years.

"I have performed meritorious service!"

"I shed so much blood for the Empire! Why... did I have to suffer that kind of torture in my old age?!"

"It doesn't matter, I have already understood that there is no such thing as the Emperor at all, you died long ago... The Great Changer of Ways is my choice!"

Galken acted as if he were insane, singing and dancing.

His plan received the reward of the 'Great Changer of Ways', further shedding his human form.

The feeling of frailty disappeared completely. He could clearly feel that his arms had become more powerful, his legs contained full explosive power, his skin was as tough as iron, and every breath could trigger vibrations in the surrounding airflow. This is the treatment a 'hero' should enjoy!

"Great Changer of Ways, next I will let you appreciate an even more brilliant plan!"

Galken waved his arms as if conducting a symphony, deeply immersed in it, unable to extricate himself.

The surging psychic turbulence, mixed with the painful screams of the psykers, gathered into the sharpest spear, directly shattering the already fragile material universe barrier here!

In an instant, a terrifying rift expanded, several hundred meters in diameter, covering nearly half of the gathering place!

The edges of the rift, burning with psychic flames, seemed to be attracted by the rift in the upper nest, and there were signs of connection between them. The malice of the Empyrean flowing out of it was like a continuous, surging, and violent tsunami, washing over everyone, and even the spirit and will of the Astartes!

At this moment, the most painful person was none other than Alvin.

He was originally an 'Eta-level' psyker. Although he had the 'necklace' gifted by Priest Aluman to suppress it, the impact caused by facing a Warp rift of several hundred meters was by no means easy to withstand.

Boom!

Alvin's pupils lost focus, and his whole person seemed to be forcibly dragged into a 'vortex' by a force.

In that chaotic, disordered, and evil-filled Warp, he was as small as a grain of sand, yet he could feel the malicious glances from all directions, and even from four gazes.

Above the endless rainbow plateau, reflecting madness and despair, pain and hope, deep in the vast labyrinth built of crystal walls composed of countless thoughts and greed, there were constantly changing and twisting faces all over, and the eyes on every face seemed to be staring at his fragile soul.

Either squinting, or curious, or sneering, or mocking, they all issued thousands of tones that had subtle differences but were distinctly different.

The sound was very fragmented, yet it could penetrate the soul.

Like scratching an itch through a boot, it eroded bit by bit, deep into the bone marrow, making Alvin miserable.

But in an instant, his soul was pulled to the blood-red plain again.

On a base piled up like hills of blood-stained corpses and skulls, there was a huge brass throne.

A blood-colored figure wearing a huge winged helmet and clad in master-crafted plate armor cast a glance at him from the base hill piled up with countless corpses and skulls, containing neither any emotion nor any meaning, as if it were just indifferently watching.

Thump!

Thump!

Thump!

The sound of drums, as shocking to the sky as spring thunder, resounded through the desolate blood-red plain!

He saw, on the edge of the horizon, huge city walls rising that seemed to border the sky. The dark red color looked as if it had been smeared with blood, and sharp iron spears were stuck all over the top of the city walls, continuing from one end of the horizon to the other, like an endless blood-red ladder to heaven!

Countless wails and screams that made the soul painful and mournful mixed with the earth-shaking drum sounds, as if they had been composed into a battle song that made one go mad!

Then, Alvin knelt on one knee in pain, his teeth almost shattered, enduring the battle song that was dragging him into madness and slaughter every moment, his will nearly collapsing.

He saw an even more terrifying scene. It was a huge daemon with blood-colored bat wings, a figure as large as a small hill, with deformed, thick bull horns and a ferocious face. It brandished an axe and an iron whip, and under the gaze of the master of the brass throne, it came before Alvin.

"I, the servant of His Majesty the Blood God, Skar'aeg!"

The daemon, named 'Skar'aeg', glared at the tiny Alvin with blood-red eyes like lanterns, and let out a roar like a storm: "I challenge you to a glorious duel, coward!!!"

Damn it, do you have to be so vengeful?!

You're considered one of the four supreme gods, and you've been holding onto that one word 'coward' for nearly fifty chapters!

While in pain, Alvin made up his mind that if he ever ran his mouth again, he would just castrate himself and become the first eunuch in 40K!

Misfortunes never come singly.