Chapter 496: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Bug Race

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

The once-mighty James Tong, that Retribution-class Modified Battleship carrying thousands of years of glory for the Veturia Family.

Now only a shattered wreck covered in wounds remains.

The hull's outer shell was wrapped in sticky, distorted psychic mist, and polluted energy leaking from the Warp gnawed unceasingly at the armor plates forged from orichalcum and plasteel like strong acid.

Armor fragments weighing tons kept peeling off, drifting into the pitch-black space.

The ship's walls, once engraved with holy prayers and the Imperial Eagle Emblem, had their runes extinguished under the ravages of Chaotic Psychic Energy, and its glorious splendor had long since vanished.

Corpses of the deceased floated everywhere inside the cabins, and the souls of the vast majority of personnel aboard were on the verge of being completely worn away.

Without the protection of a Gellar Field, the Warp's erosion was omnipresent.

Countless souls broke free from the constraints of their ruined flesh, translucent spirit bodies drifting aimlessly in the gray psychic mist.

They could not even utter a lament, only quietly waiting to be completely devoured by the Chaos Sea, meeting the end of annihilation.

Dominic's spirit body also drifted among this silent wreckage.

Even with a host of Silent Sisters striving to erect anti-psychic barriers on either side, the power of the Untouchable ultimately had its limits.

They merely delayed that unavoidable fate of death by a brief moment.

The sisters' spirit bodies were disintegrating bit by bit, and that void power capable of suppressing the Warp was rapidly fading.

When death truly arrived, Dominic's state of mind was far calmer than he had once expected, even tinged with an almost weary anticipation.

In the galaxy of the st Millennium, living itself was a torment.

Looking back on this journey, Dominic felt he had more or less suffered enough.

From the moment he was ordered to set out for Brevis, misfortune had dogged him all the way.

Warp Turbulence raged, damaging the fleet's hulls and Gellar Fields in many places; after arriving at the planet, one bizarre incident after another followed, and finally, they even ran into a Warp Calamity seemingly descended by the Great Enemy Yi Su himself.

Countless thoughts surged within his drifting spirit body, and the only thing he could not let go of in his heart was that mystery.

Just what shocking secret was buried within Lin En?

The chaotic melee at the Nest Capital was still fresh in his mind.

Mixed into the human battle lines were a large number of Gene Thieves, those Cold Soldiers from Brevis's local legends, the Frost Dragons all making an appearance, fearlessly standing against Chaos's offensive.

He, well-traveled and knowledgeable, saw at a glance that these were not mythical creatures born of any planet.

They were Tyranid Knife Worms, Flying Tyrants, and Nest Tyrants!

Besides that, batch after batch of Green Skins appeared out of nowhere, fearlessly throwing themselves at the Chaos Army to slaughter.

He had personally taken action, and the Green Skin main force of Dolido Agricultural World had already been mostly wiped out by him.

But in the blink of an eye, this batch of Waaagh Thugs surged forth again, immediately turning to fight alongside the Chaos Forces.

Everything was strange everywhere; all unreasonable clues pointed to the same person.

Brevis's Planetary Governor, Keli Feng.

Unwillingness entwined his spirit body.

He did not want to perish just like that, carrying this whole pile of unsolved mysteries into the Warp, becoming an eternal plaything of the Chaos Four Gods, suffering endless torment for all eternity.

Dominic's consciousness gradually began to sink downward, the edge of his spirit body already starting to dissolve in the surrounding psychic mist, about to be dragged into the depths of the Chaos Sea.

But at the very moment his soul was about to fall completely, a gentle yet irresistible force suddenly seized all of his consciousness.

The surrounding violent and turbid psychic mist instantly dispersed completely.

His soul was forcibly pulled and cast into an independent mental space isolated from Warp interference, incomparably peaceful and quiet.

Before Dominic could adapt to the environment, a roar like a star exploding rang out in the mental world.

A towering giant figure stretched across before his consciousness.

It was a withered corpse's body, shriveled skin and flesh tightly clinging to the bones, countless glowing psychic conduits and metal pipes inserted throughout the body, connecting from all directions toward the distant void.

Yet even within such a decaying shell, two clusters of radiant great power capable of boiling the entire Star Sea burned at the position of his eyes.

Endless human collective faith, a psychic torrent surged unceasingly within His presence.

The Emperor of Mankind.

Even without a flesh-and-blood mortal body, merely a soul projection, Dominic's instinct drove him to kneel and offer the highest worship a mortal could.

But now he had only a wisp of drifting spirit body left, unable even to perform the simplest act of bending his knees to kneel.

The Emperor made no sound, spoke no words, and gave no reprimand.

Merely a pure thought, directly branded into the deepest part of Dominic's soul.

"With his body, wield His sword."

Seven simple words revealed the entire core of this transaction.

Dominic instantly understood the price: after accepting this authority from a god and completing the mission, this remaining wisp of his soul would be destroyed in both form and spirit, ceasing to exist.

But in this desperate Warhammer Universe, was this not a desirable good ending?

Better than being toyed with by Evil Gods and tormented by Chaos for all eternity.

Moreover, by taking on this Swordbearer identity, he could finally personally unveil the layers of secrets wrapped around Lin En.

It was simply the most profitable deal.

Dominic hesitated not at all, agreeing to this contract without hesitation on the level of his soul.

The moment the thought fell, within the wreckage of the shattered James Tong, a golden torrent suddenly poured down from the Void.

Shattered, floating Warp Particles quickly gathered and reformed.

A humanoid silhouette swiftly took shape, familiar red hair spread over his shoulders, but his eyes had already become burning, brilliant gold.

A crown woven from pure golden light and psychic power hovered silently above his head.

Dominic was no longer merely a Navy Rear Admiral of Wen Tu Li Ya.

From this moment on, he was the Emperor's Walker.

He moved this body that had just coalesced, a layer of sacred golden light isolating him from Chaos Erosion swirling around him, no longer corroded by the surrounding Psychic Mist.

Afterwards he turned his figure and flew straight toward the center of the vortex that had unleashed this Warp Disaster.