Chapter 477: War Hammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Bug Race

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

With the fall of this Thousand Sons sorcerer, the Chaos power across the entire battlefield began a chain collapse.

Inside Middle City, the distorted Warp Domain began to shatter like glass, cracking bit by bit, dissipating.

Some demons that had appeared out of thin air lost their energy source, their bodies becoming transparent and illusory, emitting unwilling shrieks.

Yet they still could not withstand the squeeze of Real Space rules, turning into flying ash bit by bit.

At the top of the Blasphemy Spire, the STC Spell Fragment controlled by the Dark Mechanicum Sage instantly had its energy go chaotic.

Rainbow-colored runes flashed wildly, flickering on and off, the energy output maintaining the Blasphemy Barrier intermittent, like a light bulb with poor contact.

The originally thick barrier became thin and dim at a speed visible to the naked eye, and would eventually dissipate completely into the air.

The Imperial Fleet in orbit unleashed all its firepower without obstruction, Macro Cannons and Light Spears bombarding the remaining Chaos Positions without restraint, blowing one fortification after another into powder.

Freed from the restraint of the slave mark, the Chaos Cultist Slave Corps instantly fell into chaos.

Some dropped their weapons and knelt to surrender, some ran around like madmen, and others simply turned their blades against their former comrades.

"Charge!! Annihilate the heretics!" The Imperial Army's Commanders seized the opportunity and issued the Total Attack order.

The soldiers shouted as they charged out of cover, following behind Tanks and Armor Vehicles, launching an assault on the Chaos's last Outpost.

The Green Skins were not willing to lag behind, howling as they charged Most Front, fighting to "harvest toys."

Under attack from both sides, the destruction of the Chaos Army seemed to be only a matter of time.

No one noticed that Atia, falling from the sky, her half-ruined Green Skin Body, did not vanish into nothingness like ordinary demons and Spirit Energy Users as their souls dissipated.

Her remaining half of a face had her eyes closed, and at the wound of flesh and blood, bleeding did not continue; instead, a strange blue light arose.

Lena's diving figure paused slightly, her ice-blue pupils contracting slightly.

She noticed something was wrong.

Atia's soul aura had indeed vanished, as if forcibly stripped from her body by some power, bursting like foam, fleeting.

By rights, having lost her soul and spirit energy support, this flesh transformed by Chaos energy should have rotted and collapsed instantly.

But it did not; instead, like a vessel, it was accumulating something even more terrifying.

Lena did not hesitate, condensing richer purple spirit energy on her right claw, preparing to completely destroy this ruined body.

But at the moment her sharp claw was about to fall.

Atia's remaining left eye suddenly opened.

No whites, no pupils.

The entire eyeball was filled with a dazzling azure light.

A terrifying Psyker Pressure far beyond Atia's own level erupted explosively from that half body.

Like a slumbering god, finally opening His eyes.

Darkness completely shrouded the ruins of Saint Galus Castle.

Not the gradual dimness of nightfall, nor the colorful light surging from Chaos rifts, but an absolute, complete darkness.

It was like a heavy obsidian dome, forcibly pressed down from the sky, swallowing all light, swallowing the remnants of cannon fire, the shrieks of demons, the shouts of soldiers.

Even the smell of smoke in the air was quickly fading, as if something had sucked it away.

The only light source was Atia's ruined body's skull that had burst open.

It used the skull as a frame, the brain marrow as a core, unfolding a vortex of ghostly blue around it.

The edge of the vortex was sharp as a blade, the center constantly collapsing, dragging all light, heat, and soul fragments within reach into it.

That was not flame, not spirit energy radiance, but a cold star forming, a black hole using the Warp as fuel and despair as its fuse.

Lin En stood beside the broken Corridor Pillar, his limbs going weak uncontrollably.

The stone bricks on the ground trembled, debris floating into the air, drifting like feathers toward that blue light center.

He tried to steady his center of gravity, but found even breathing had become difficult, the air in his lungs being drawn outward by some invisible power.

Through the nasal cavity, throat, pores, pulling the soul toward that vortex.

He gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, forcibly pressing that pull back inside.

Beside him, Dou Dou and Yaduoduo's movements froze at the same time.

The Ogryns' huge bodies tilted forward uncontrollably, as if their spines were being pulled by invisible chains.

And Yaduoduo's rock mecha's dual single-wheel saws also emitted a piercing shriek; although the Green Skin and Bug Race constitutions allowed them to barely stand firm, their movements became noticeably much slower.

On the battlefield farther away, the Human Soldiers were not so lucky.

Those Vanguard Army warriors who had just been cheering the counterattack, those Combat Nuns charging with Chain Swords, those PDF veterans crouching behind cover reloading...

Their movements froze in the same instant. Immediately after, a hair-raising scene appeared.

From everyone's seven orifices, fine pale blue light threads seeped out.

Those light threads slowly flowed out from the eye sockets, ear holes, nasal cavity, mouth, as fine as spider silk, yet carrying the warmth of living things.

They were not affected by gravity, slowly rising, like countless countercurrent fine streams, converging toward that blue light vortex in the sky.

The soldiers whose souls had been pulled out trembled violently, their pupils rapidly dilating; some opened their mouths but could make no sound.

Some knelt on the ground, hands tightly covering their temples, nails digging into flesh.

Others rolled their eyes, foamed at the mouth, their bodies twitching in unnatural postures, like wrung-out rags.

One after another, row after row, hundreds and thousands of Imperial Soldiers lost consciousness within seconds, like puppets on strings.

And those extracted soul-light threads converged into streams flowing upward against the darkness, pouring into that blue vortex.

With each thread of light merging in, the vortex spun a fraction faster, the blue light shone a fraction brighter, and that invisible suction grew a fraction stronger.

In the sky, the Frost Dragon that Lena had become had already forcibly halted its dive the moment that Spirit Power Outburst erupted.

Her wing membranes urgently unfurled, whipping up a violent headwind, forcibly blasting herself hundreds of meters away from before Atia's remnant body.

Her ice-blue dragon pupils violently contracted; the cold Insectoid Will in the depths of her pupils was suppressed to the absolute limit in an instant.

She sensed it.

That fundamentally was not Atia.

That Thousand Sons sorcerer had died long ago; his soul had already been devoured entirely by something in the final moment of his fall.

His shell was merely a Door, a pre-reserved passage, a vessel washed clean and waiting for a new master to move in.

And what occupied this remnant body right now was some existence far surpassing the level of mortal creatures.

That aura was cold and vast, stable in a way no living thing was, rather like a machine that had operated for hundreds of millions of years — precise, indifferent, utterly waveless.

Lena hovered in mid-air a hundred meters away, her twin wings trembling slightly, fine purple light rippling across the surface of the cyan scales covering her body.

She forcibly mobilized every spirit node within her, covering her whole body with the Bug Swarm Shadow's defense shield, barely resisting that suction's pull on her soul.

Her gaze pierced through that surging blue vortex, locking dead-on onto the remnant body's transformation.

Cracks in Atia's remaining skull expanded outward from that point of blue light as the core, fissures crawling over the entire skull surface.

Immediately after, the skull collapsed inward; bone, flesh, and armor fragments were compressed in a single instant into a core point of light the size of a fist, the vortex abruptly contracted inward, then burst open.

A silent explosion.

A ring-shaped shockwave spread outward from the point of light; wherever it passed, space was flattened smooth as if ironed by a flatiron.

The shockwave swept over the ruins, swept over the defeated remnants on the square, swept over the castle's broken spires — silent and soundless, yet bearing an irresistible esoteric power.

The moment the shockwave brushed past the darkness, the dark Curtain veiling the Sky Curtain suddenly shattered.

Not peeling away bit by bit, but like an entire glass dome struck and shattered, collapsing with a boom.

Countless black fragments flew splashing in all directions, burning and melting in mid-air, turning into wisps of green smoke.

Sky light reappeared, but that light was not starlight, nor was it the atmosphere's color.

It was a profound blue, deep as the dark currents at the very bottom of the deep sea, cold as ice layers frozen for hundreds of millions of years.

The Upper City's sky was being disassembled, reassembled into another space.

Lin En looked up, his pupils fiercely contracting.

The horizon once filled with the castle, streets, and Nest Tower was rapidly distorting, fading into unreality, like ink on a canvas washed by water.

Replacing it was a vast boundless Void, dotted with the blurred outlines of distant nebulae and countless meteorite fragments suspended motionless.

The ground underfoot was also changing.

Saint Galus Castle's foundation emitted a dull cracking sound; the entire structure along with the surrounding hundreds of meters of ground was uprooted wholesale, like a giant tree pulled up by its roots, floating in the Void.

Shattered stone bricks, broken corridor pillars, toppled statues — all maintained the poses they held at the moment of severance, drifting around the castle ruins, forming a shattered land island.

Inside the James Tong's Bridge command room, everyone's gazes were fixed dead-on on the main screen's image of the planet's sky splitting, reorganizing, being redefined.

"Your Highness, the spatial coordinates in the Saint Galus Castle area are undergoing violent deviation!"

The Radar Officer's voice carried a crack:

"The entire area... has been stripped from the Brevis surface by some kind of Warp force field!"

Dominic slammed his hand on the command console, red hair dancing like flame under the flashing alarm lights:

"Can you lock the position?!"

"Unable to lock! No such coordinates found in the star map! It, it's been dragged into the interlayer at the Warp's edge!"

Everyone froze.

That was not a Chaos rift, nor a conventional daemon invasion method; it was the entire battlefield being hard "cut" into another layer of reality.

Like a deity casually picking up a puzzle piece from the table and placing it into another board.

Warp edge, between interlayers, a desolate silent graveyard.

Atia's remnant body — or rather... Yi Su's Incarnation — moved with the same calm steadiness.

His spirit power composed the right half of his body, blue light condensing into flowing lines outlining angular limb contours.

Behind the shoulders, countless slender spirit tendrils extended outward, entangling, weaving, finally condensing into a single wing of astonishing size.

The wing membrane was covered in dense eyeballs, each blinking at a different frequency, gazes sweeping all directions.

He floated in the Void's center, his remaining right arm slowly rising, five fingers loosely grasping in mid-air.

The motion was slow, yet carried an irresistible oppression, as if the universe itself moved following his fingers.

"Witness, my godhood!"