I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 177: Neurotic?
“We will be enemies of God and at war with God.”

Under the glow of the holographic star map of the Crimson Grand Council Hall, Dante raised his head and announced to his blood brothers and cousins.

"So should we fight it in the spirit realm?"

A moment after Dante finished speaking, Daman, the captain of the 7th Company of the Red Brotherhood, asked in confusion:

"Perhaps destroy their minds and their bodies will collapse as well."

"It is it, not them," corrected Scaban, Chief Librarian of the Flesh Tearers Chapter.

Apart from Mephiston who was not here, he was almost the most powerful psyker on Baal. Now the Flesh Tearers' chief think tank attended the meeting on behalf of Chapter Master Seth.

"I once looked directly into the Hive Mind, just as Mephiston did."

Skarban stressed:

"I barely survived, and through this I realized that the terrifying existence was not an opponent we could defeat in the subspace."

"I cannot think of any other being in the material world, other than the Emperor himself, who could defeat the Hive Mind in the Warp."

Skarban's words caused everyone present to fall silent again.

"We must destroy it in the material world. After all, its mind was born in the body of Leviathan. As long as enough creatures are destroyed, the hive mind will be weakened."

Dante broke the silence:

"The battle still has to be decided in the material realm, right above Baal."

"Everyone, there is no place in the Scarlet Scar for the Zerg to replenish their biomass except Baal. Those worlds that have not yet been devoured by the Tyranids have been taken away by me. Except for Baal, I have left them only ashes."

There was an unnoticeable pain in Dante's voice.
The Emperor shaped them to be the protectors of Mankind, yet he ordered the destruction of over forty inhabited worlds.

The Zerg's obsession with Baal puts them in danger.
In order to take Baal directly, the Swarm even abandoned the richer areas and wasted a large amount of biomass in the forced march.

"Besides Baal, the Zerg can no longer find anything to support their existence."

Dante reiterated:
"If we can defeat the Swarm on Baal, they will be trapped within the Scarlet Scars, forced to endure hunger and want."

"As long as we resist them in Baal, in Angel Castle, they will be destroyed."

"We are like humans in primitive times, holding high the torch of hope. As long as the torch remains burning, the beasts will have to endure hunger and die in the dark."

Dante's eyes swept over all the warriors present.
Each person here is a representative of an entire chapter, the embodiment of a Blood Angels successor chapter, and Dante wants to tie them together.
Not relying on force, but relying on one's own prestige, honor and trust among brothers.

"Now, the most powerful force in ten thousand years has gathered on Baal. This force is enough to protect the torch of hope and burn the body of the insect swarm."

"But the size of this army brings its own problems. Everyone present now is the master of a sub-regiment and has the same responsibilities."

"More than twenty chapters, more than 20,000 battle brothers, countless warships and three planets. No one except the Emperor and the Angels has the right to command such a huge force."

Dante's words once again caused silence in the hall.

"You have the blood of Sanguinius on your head, and the mask of Sanguinius on your face."

The Blood Knights' Chapter Master, Yoel, spoke in a gloomy voice:

"Stop all this political pretense. The Blood Knights will obey your orders."

Although Yoel's words were sharp, they resonated with those present, and almost all the warriors nodded in agreement.

"We heard that during Armageddon, the commanders of the Empire went through a lot of debate before appointing you as the commander-in-chief."

The Chapter Master of the Crimson Blades stood up. The veteran who once thought he was Guilliman's descendant declared:
"But here, I don't think we need it. You are our relative, you are the representative of Sanguinius, and I am willing to regard you as my Lord."

When he sat down, there was only jubilation in the room.

But Dante understood that many people, like Joel,
They are loyal to Baal, to the blood of Sanguinius, and to the mask on Dante's face, and may not be willing to accept the command of Dante himself.

Dante understood that true power comes not from the dead or from tradition but from the approval of the ruled.

Without this power, Dante would not be able to unite them into one.
Dante must take the power of ruling into his own hands. This is of course against the Codex Astartes, which stipulates that no Astartes commander should command more than one thousand Astartes warriors.

However, all those present were descendants of archangels, and not many of them should care about the holy scriptures.

Dante showed a slight smile on his face under the mask. For the sake of reality, he could only temporarily inconvenience Lord Robert Guilliman.

"Gentlemen, I have indeed achieved many things, but I am still a warrior at heart, and I am completely equal to you."

"Only the absent Emperor and the Archangel have the authority to give me the title of Commander, but if they both really want me to take on this responsibility, then I must seek your consent."

Dante looked around, his tone full of authority:

"If you really want me to command you, then obey my first order."

"Vote, use your own power to empower me and let me be the leader of this war."

"Okay!" Yor of the Blood Knights roared, "Then vote!"

"If everyone agrees that you are a qualified ruler who does not need to rely on the authority of Sanguinius, then I swear to lead my brothers to die for you."

"But if the result is not favorable to you, then I will vent the wrath of Sanguinius on my enemies in my own way."

Dante nodded solemnly: "I only accept the power given to me by my brothers. Whatever you choose, I will accept it with pleasure." In an instant, the warriors began a heated discussion, discussing whether to be loyal to Dante himself. The passionate gestures and sounds caused a breeze to rise in the room, stirring the flickering flames.

Dante stared at this scene, and he knew that he had taken the first step.
He was confident that he would win the vote, which was itself a symbol and a ritual that would make them pledge their allegiance to Dante himself rather than to the deceased Primarch.

Suddenly, Dante noticed a pair of eyes staring at him.

Dante turned his head and saw Scaban, the chief think tank of the Flesh Tearers, staring at Dante.

"You long to be like the Primarch, Dante." A voice sounded out of nowhere in Dante's mind. It was Skarban's voice.

Dante's expression was calm, because Mephiston had done this kind of thing more than once.

"No, I dare not claim the power of the Primarch," he answered in his mind.

Dante never for a moment desired power, he only felt tired of it and longed to finish it on the battlefield.
"I'm not talking about power." Skarban looked at Dante and shook his head slightly. "You are eager to sacrifice like the Primarch."

"What could be more arrogant and conceited than this?"

The scarlet skylight sprinkled on the gravel-covered ground, and crawled out of the pod, as if the newly born Licat raised its head.

Under the purple-red carapace that looked like a papal crown, the intertwined and swollen brain tissue was exposed, flashing blue psychic light in the darkness, illuminating its pale pink flesh.
The Licat's head turned toward Mephiston, its claws, which were smaller than those of other Licat subspecies, slightly opened.

Neurolicat, also known as Brainlicat, is a subspecies of Licat that has enhanced psychic powers and is used to fight against psychics.
Mephiston had read in the book "An Encyclopedia of Tyranids that Ogryn Should Know" that the psychic fluctuations released by this Tyranid creature were enough to make the Space Marines fall into fear.
Licart, who only had powerful psychic power, obviously saw through Mephiston's cognitive distortion after a few seconds.
It let out a sharp roar, and a wave of cold, hungry, and greedy psychic energy surged towards Mephiston.
Mephiston was unable to dodge and was hit head-on by the psychic energy fluctuation. Fear arose from the depths of his soul and his body stiffened slightly for less than half a second.

But it was this half second that caused the cognitive distortion around him to fluctuate, and the fourteen Elytra Sanguinius champions, Genestealer Bishops and Patriarchs roared in anger and rushed towards Mephiston.

The sound of bullets burning the air was heard, and three shots of Kalain's bullets shot towards Mephiston unstoppably.

Mephiston's eyes were filled with blood-like anger. His eyes swept across Sangun.Kalen's body and the bullets he fired.
The bullets instantly disintegrated into thousands of pieces in the air, and Sanqiang.Kallain's body seemed to have been cut by thousands of sharp blades in the blink of an eye, shattered into blood clots the size of fingernails.

The reaction of the Jiwei and the pure-blooded Genestealer was faster. One of them held a sharp blade, and the other stretched out a claw that was strong enough to cut through the Terminator's power armor.
However, before they could touch Mephiston, their bodies shattered into ashes in the blink of an eye and dissipated in the night breeze.

The other so-called Elytra Sanguinius champions didn't even have time to react before they exploded and turned into ashes and dissipated in the air.

"Mephiston?!" The Genestealer Bishop let out a sharp cry of fear.

The brain tissue it collided with squirmed, and the psychic power that was enough to instantly burst the brains of dozens of ordinary people rushed towards Mephiston.
But Mephiston just turned his head away, staring at the Genestealer Bishop with eyes full of red anger.
The Genestealer Bishop felt his throat tighten, and then watched his body and head separate, as if cut by an invisible blade.

The Genestealer leader named Four-clawed Dante roared, moving at a speed far beyond its own huge body. In the blink of an eye, it arrived in front of Mephiston and opened its four sickle-like sharp claws.

This Genestealer Chieftain, who has a lifespan of hundreds of years and grew up in the Crimson Wasteland of Baal, seems to carry the genetic sequences of the former Blood Clan, and his strength is enough to rival that of an ordinary Chapter Master.
Sharp claws fell from the sky and stabbed at Mephiston in four directions.

Mephiston raised the Soul Sword Vitalus in his hand to resist. The silver steel that made up the sword seemed to sense the anger of its master and burned fiercely.
"Get out of here!!!!" An angry roar came from Mephiston's mouth.

In an instant, reality wailed in a tremor, and the soul sword Vitalus sang a blazing song.
The four arms of the Genestealer leader were cut off in the scorching fire, and then turned into ashes and drifted away in the wind.

"Roar!" The Genestealer leader let out a low whine.
The body that had been growing and evolving for hundreds of years seemed insignificant in front of Mephiston.

The Soul Sword Vitalus flashed with blue light and pierced into the chest of the Genestealer Chieftain, which was covered with a dark purple chitinous shell.
This solid shell was nothing in front of the silver steel sword, and was cut by a hot knife like butter.

Searing psychic flames surged from the sword and erupted from within the Genestealer Chieftain, burning the behemoth to ashes in the blink of an eye.

Fourteen Elytra Sanguinius Champions, a Genestealer Bishop with mutated brain tissue, and a unique and powerful Genestealer Patriarch together only lasted seven or eight seconds in front of Mephiston.

Mephiston's eyes, filled with blazing anger, fell on the nervous Licat.
The body of the neurotic Licat was covered with layers of psychic power that concealed its shape, and its shell was gradually disappearing, blending into the gap between light and shadow.

This Tyranid psychic unit, which possessed powerful psychic power and concealment capabilities, almost disappeared in front of Mephiston.

The Hive Mind once fought Mephiston in Hades.
However, Mephiston not only resisted the power of the hive mind, but also killed the psychic brain beast whose psychic power exceeded the Alpha level in the gap.
Knowing this, the neurotic Licat understood that Mephiston was no match for him.

It was only with the few seconds bought by the gene stealers that it barely had a chance to escape.

"Don't even think about it!!!"

A beast-like roar came out from Mephiston's mouth, and terrifying psychic fluctuations were released from him. The sand floating in the air around him began to burn in the blink of an eye, and the sand around Mephiston was instantly burned into gleaming black rough glass.

Blood-red wings burning with flames almost grew out from behind him. He leaped up and flew in front of the nervous Licat in the blink of an eye.

The Soul Sword Vitalus was held high by Mephiston, and the raging psychic flames burning on it almost covered the scarlet cracks in the sky.

The neurotic Licat let out a sharp whine and mobilized all the spiritual power in his body to form layers of thick spiritual energy barriers.

A scarlet crack burst between the two, and the real universe shook. The surrounding desert began to burn and collapse, and the light of the stars became dim.

Licart finally blocked Mephiston's blade for a moment. Even though this almost consumed most of its psychic power, it still seized this brief opportunity and completely hid its figure in the gap between light and shadow and under the curtain of reality, making itself disappear from Mephiston's sight.

Mephiston's soul sword Vitalus missed, and the blade with powerful psychic power pierced directly into the desert.
Suddenly, a blood-red lightning flashed across the desert night sky. With Mephiston's blade as the center, all the surrounding sand and gravel were burned into charred, turbid glass.

Mephiston roared in anger, cursing the damned beast and his own stupidity.

He had never seen a brain Licat, nor had he ever heard of the existence of a neural Licat except in the book "The Tyranid Biology Encyclopedia that Ogryn Should Know", so he instinctively ignored the possibility that the Licat might be a psychic subspecies.
In addition, he was overconfident and proud of his psychic powers, which led to his identity being exposed at the last moment and the Licat escaped.

Mephiston suddenly remembered what Zhou Yun once said: Many things in the galaxy are ruined by the three words honor, pride, and brotherhood.

Just then, a breeze blew beside Mephiston, and a red and pink wooden door opened beside Mephiston.

"Nervous Licat." Zhou Yun's voice sounded beside Mephiston, and then Mephiston heard the sound of the crutch falling on the sand.

　This chapter is 4500, making up for what I owe.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)