Chapter 489

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Watching Brevis begin to perish, Lin En knew he had to do something.

Separated by a spatial rift that cleaved the Warp Layer from the Material Universe, the Dominion Avatar, already fused with Lena's will,

silently hovered amidst the chaotic Warp turbulence at a height of one hundred fifty meters, silently overlooking this apocalyptic scene playing out in the material world.

Lin En did not covet the Governor title bestowed by the Empire from the bottom of his heart.

But Brevis was absolutely not merely a title symbolizing status.

Yaduoduo, that Grot who struggled to survive from the lowest dregs of society, influenced subtly by him, giving birth to a large quantity of complex human-like emotions.

Gus, who broke free from the shackles of past humiliation, stood on his own and shouldered the heavy responsibility of Grand General, an iron-blooded military man.

Lei Ou, who valued loyalty and righteousness, steadfastly guarding the Saint Galus Family's bottom line, a descendant of the Saint Galus Family.

Sorin, whose stance wavered, yet was willing to reach a secret understanding with him, an Inquisitor.

Not to mention Dou Dou and the surviving Grots of the Fire Shadow Clan, let alone Butcher who had followed by his side since the dark Slum of Necromunda.

These friends, loyal subordinates, were all still trapped on that planet heading toward death at this moment.

Aside from the bonds between people, Brevis was equally the core foundation Lin En and Lena had painstakingly managed up to now.

Buried in the planet's Ice Plains lay the Tyranids' massive troop reserves.

Countless gene cultivation vats, biological laboratories, Tyranid sub-consciousness nodes spread across the entire planet.

So many years, through countless bloody battles, bit by bit accumulated resources and layouts, all took root here.

Be it emotion or reason, he absolutely could not watch helplessly as Brevis turned into cosmic dust just like that.

Heavy determination settled in Lin En's consciousness.

He had to intervene in the Reality Universe, attempt to salvage this catastrophe.

Behind the massive Dominion Avatar, three pairs of Chitinous Wings covered in spines trembled violently, wielding surging Dominion authority.

Lin En charged with all his might toward the spatial rift connecting to Real Space.

But the instant the Avatar's body touched the boundary barrier from the Warp to the material world, an irresistible rejection force suddenly erupted.

The purple light-forged body trembled and shook violently, large patches of purple light dust constantly scattering and peeling off the Avatar's shell.

No matter how Lin En urged the Dominion authority to squeeze forward, to crash against it.

That layer of invisible law barrier always lay across the front, firmly isolating him within the Warp's domain.

He was clearly separated from Brevis by only a thin spatial crack, within arm's reach, yet it was as if separated by an entire Star Sea, completely unable to set foot in reality a single step.

At this moment Lin En instantly and thoroughly realized.

Even powerful Chaos Greater Daemons, wanting to descend upon the Material Universe, have never been able to do so at will.

They must rely on spatial rifts in the Modern World, or Chaos Rituals completed by mortal sacrifice.

And they must possess a physical vessel with sufficient tolerance for Chaos energy as an Anchor Point, only then can they project a portion of their power into the material dimension.

The current him, even though he had awakened the complete Dominion Origin, his power level already comparable to a lesser Chaos God, his essence still belonged to a conceptual entity born of the Warp.

Lacking the support of a Modern World anchor point, the Material Universe's laws instinctively rejected his existence; relying on brute force to force his way in, it was fundamentally impossible to step onto Brevis's Land.

The Silence Ritual was still operating non-stop, Brevis's decline intensifying every minute and every second, the time left for Lin En to ponder countermeasures already few.

A massive quantity of thoughts rapidly circulated within his consciousness, one plan after another deduced, negated, a conventional method finally surfaced in his mind.

He mobilized Dominion authority, activated the System to contact Yaduoduo.

At this time, at the edge of the Brevis battlefield, Yaduoduo was already in a desperate situation at death's door.

That Giant Rock Mecha which had accompanied him campaigning on Dead Silent World-A for a long time, imposing and magnificent.

Had long since disintegrated under the scouring of the psyker mist overflowing from the Silence Ritual, metal components melted by Chaos energy, turning into a pile of useless scrap copper and rotten iron.

The Ork Race innately possesses considerable Psyker Resistance, having tolerance for Warp corrosion damage far exceeding ordinary Mortals.

But resistance ultimately does not equal complete immunity.

The power leaking from Yi Su's god-slaying witchcraft was like a corrosive tide that never recedes, continuously gnawing at his flesh.

All things in the surrounding heaven and earth were collapsing and disintegrating.

The Fire Shadow Clan Grots, Dou Dou, and the crowd of Demons previously summoned to assist in battle who had charged to this place following him, were all devoured by the dark blue psyker mist, not even remnants left behind.

Looking out, on the shattered Earth only he remained alone, clinging to his last breath.

When that familiar voice, carrying a faint divine pressure, directly penetrated time and space, resonated in the depths of his soul.

Yaduoduo, on the verge of despair, fiercely trembled all over.

"Big Boss...?"