Chapter 478: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Bug Race

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

His voice sounded, not from his throat, but directly poured into every living being's consciousness on the spiritual level.

That voice was neither male nor female, neither old nor young, like countless audio tracks superimposed together, and also like saying countless languages in the same second.

But the tone always carried a hint of playfulness and mockery.

The moment the voice fell, something moved in the void.

The meteorite fragments floating around the castle ruins began to rotate slowly.

Not pulled by gravity, but like chess pieces on a chessboard being moved by an invisible hand.

They slid along complex trajectories, arranged in the void into some difficult-to-decipher array formation, as if completing a grand ritual setup.

Lena hovered in the void, purple light surging endlessly on the surface of her blue dragon scales.

Her gaze never left that figure.

She had already seen clearly that behind that ball of blue light, there was no room for "battle" at all.

The other party had never regarded her as a true opponent from beginning to end.

He was merely completing a ritual, a huge, complex ritual that would take the entire battlefield along with all souls as Chaos Sacrifices.

But his attention was not on her either.

The Yi Su Incarnation's eyes composed of psychic energy, at this moment, looked past Lena and fell on the figure slowly standing up at the edge of the ruins.

Lin En forced himself to stand straight, but his knees were still trembling, his head covered in cold sweat, yet he gritted his teeth and held on, raising his head.

His gaze pierced through a hundred meters of void, facing off against that deep blue light vortex from afar.

On the surrounding battlefield, everyone was imprisoned by that invisible power.

The few warriors with remaining will knelt on the ground, their foreheads pressed against the cold floor tiles, without even the strength to lift their heads.

The soldiers who had their souls extracted lay among the ruins, their bodies turned into empty shells.

The Tyranid Units fell into collective silence, having lost Lena's Psychic Link, they could only turn around blankly in place, unable to execute any commands.

Only those Gene Thieves lurking within humans, due to a different connection method with the main consciousness network, barely maintained mobility, but were like candles in the wind, possibly extinguished at any moment.

But this was not Lena passively cutting off the Bug Swarm's connection; it was her own active doing.

She had to focus her attention here to have any possibility of contending with Him.

Luna knelt in a corner of the ruins, more than half of her Golden Mask shattered, her exposed half face covered in bloodstains.

Her staff broke into two pieces, and she tightly gripped the remaining piece in her hand.

She looked up at the blue figure in the void, her lips trembling incessantly.

That was His Incarnation.

She had prayed to Yi Su countless times, praying for grace, praying for guidance, praying that the Lord of Change would take pity on her.

But she never thought she would witness it in this way.

As a discarded pawn, personally witnessing His will descend.

Fear, reluctance, despair, surged and overlapped in her eyes.

And Lin En was the only person on the field who stood firm.

His legs were shaking, his breathing was heavy like asthma, his temples still throbbed faintly, and the aftereffects of Dominion Grasp had not completely subsided.

But he was still standing.

He looked at the huge blue figure in the sky, looked at the eyes densely covering His wings, looked at the vortex dragging the entire castle into the void.

He suddenly understood something.

The system had never bestowed anything on him; it was merely awakening what existed within himself.

Those dominions, those controls, those consciousness connections across species, had always been his own power, he just never dared to admit it.

Once that line was confirmed, once that threshold was crossed, he could never turn back.

But at this moment, if he did not strike, everyone would die here.

Dou Dou would die, Yaduoduo would die, and those civilians who had just snatched a bit of hope from Chaos would also die.

Most importantly, he would also die.

After he died, what would Lena do?

He clenched his fist.

"Enough."

Not far away, Lena condensed her psychic energy again.

Purple light surged again on the surface of her blue dragon scales, radiance scorching like a Purple Moon, driving away a piece of the surrounding darkness.

She did not look back, nor did she transmit sound, but poured all her will into her claws.

The Purple Moon dragged a long shadow, crashing toward that blue vortex.

Her speed was extremely fast, fast enough to leave a glowing residual image in the void, like a meteor streaking across the night sky.

But just as she was about to touch that blue figure, space pulled away again.

She precisely struck the target, but in the last microsecond before impact, she was shifted back to the starting point by some invisible power.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Every charge was made with his full strength, and each time he was reset at the moment he was about to touch it.

Purple Moon's radiance flickered repeatedly in the Void, striking the black hole, then being bounced back to the starting point, over and over.

She was like someone chasing an end that could never be reached, failing each time in infinite approach.

That blue vortex continued to spin, continuing to devour everything around it—souls, radiance, temperature.

He had not even targeted her deliberately, merely focusing his attention on his own ritual.

Lin En watched her charge again and again, silent for a moment.

Afterwards he rose to his feet, using the Sword of Valenia to prop himself up.

He wanted to fight, to fight alongside his beloved.

No matter the process, no matter the result.