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

Chapter 597 Ahriman: Please, please don't torture the subspace!

Everything faded in an instant. The earth, plowed to a gray-brown by the flames, turned completely ashen; the sky, once crimson from the fire, lost its color; the uniforms of the Astronauts looked as if they had been washed countless times; and the silver bodies of the Space Necromancers became dull and lifeless.

Even the fragment of the Burning Star God in mid-air lost its color, and the flames around it turned into black and white patches, no longer as hot and scorching as before, leaving only a dull and lifeless silence.

Shemerh watched this scene with utter bewilderment. Before him, the anti-subspace force field, represented by crisscrossing horizontal and vertical lines, was trembling and roaring wildly, like the surface of a sea undergoing an underwater earthquake.

He felt everything about him was slowing down, fading, and becoming empty.
This is not a time-manipulation trick, Shemelh is absolutely certain of that.
It's more like Shemeher's existence has become diluted, more like his existence has stagnated.
Everything around seemed to be receding, the sounds of the battlefield fading into the distant horizon.

He could faintly hear the cries of surprise, prayers, and praises of humans, who were chanting the name of the God-Emperor, but their presence was also becoming increasingly faint.
Just like everything on this battlefield, whether machine or flesh, memory or soul, they are all falling into abysses that are isolated from each other.

Only that human girl, that girl named Jeanne, walked barefoot on the gravel-strewn battlefield.

Fire, the fire that burns away reality, flowed beneath her skin, then broke free from the constraints of her flesh and blood, transforming into a surging tide that roared forth.

Jeanne opened her arms, and flames erupted from her body, tearing through her skin and descending into reality.
Everything was crackling and popping, but unlike the fire of the Burner, the sound of the golden flames burning around Jeanne was so soft, like silk gliding across water, like a silent death.

Fire surged from her eyes, and Jeanne slightly opened her mouth, exhaling a star-like radiance. Linen and firelight intertwined, like layers of ribbons lifting Jeanne's body and carrying her into the air.

Her body was charred black by the fire, but the light around her shone even brighter, like a star during a solar eclipse.

The Burner let out a roar as it struggled and writhed in the gray, white, and black mass, constantly drawing energy from reality. In an instant, it regained some color, and orange-red flames began to burst forth around it.

But Jeanne, suspended in mid-air, only slightly raised her face; the fire almost devoured her features, her eye sockets were deeply sunken, and her flesh was nearly withered.
Even those undead beings isolated from the warp could sense that Jeanne was almost like a vessel for a god.

Humans, with their more acute senses of the warp, saw behind Jeanne a figure seated on a golden throne amidst the burning golden flames.

The Burner roared, engulfing Jeanne in crimson and orange flames. The extreme heat of the beginning of the universe melted everything in its path, and countless space spirits dissolved into molten iron under its roar.

Jeanne neither dodged nor flinched, but a black obsidian dagger had somehow appeared in her hand.
The Ritual Dagger, a warp artifact forged from fragments of a weapon used in humanity's first murder.
She raised the dagger with one hand and swung it down heavily towards the burner.

In an instant, the dagger transformed in mid-air into a colossal greatsword, burning with golden flames and almost as large as a continent, pressing down upon the burning creature.

For a moment, even the Star God's body of the Burner seemed insignificant in front of that golden longsword.

Shemerhe's nonexistent heart suddenly skipped a beat.
He remembered something.
The tomb engineers seemed to have warned him that if the Blackrock Spire were to be breached by high-intensity warp energy, it would reverse its polarity, shifting from suppressing warp energy to amplifying it.
No, no, no, it's alright. The black stone itself has the effect of suppressing the subspace and is extremely hard.

Such a large black stone spire can't be breached so easily, can it?
Shemer suddenly realized something.
He saw Jeanne's blazing golden longsword, actually pressing down on the Burner, as it thrust towards the Black Stone Spire.

The Burner's scorching body crashed into the Blackstone Spire, letting out a sharp roar. The flames emanating from him melted the Blackstone Spire itself.

The powerful subspace energy concentrated on Jeanne surged into the spire like a flood.

The scalding golden flames surged continuously into the black stone spire from the opening created by the melting of the burner.
The increasingly intense subspace energy and the black stone's ability to suppress subspace effects clashed together.

Blackrock is now like a small plug on a dam, desperately trying to stop the flood of warp energy from pouring into reality.

But the torrent surging from the warp was too powerful. The polarity of the black stone was pushed to its limit, and finally, like a spring that had been compressed to its limit, it suddenly began to reverse.

The polarity of Blackrock Spire has been reversed at this moment.
The dam originally intended to block the subspace collapsed, inadvertently releasing an endless torrent of subspace.

A grotesque warp rift formed atop the Blackrock Spire, within which flickered boundless deathly silence and scorching golden flames.
In an instant, even the Burners were swallowed up by the rift, engulfed in the flood of the warp, their whereabouts unknown.

Then the rift continued to collide and expand, releasing even more subspace energy, instantly engulfing everything around it in that tide.

Humans remained unaffected; on the contrary, their spirits flared and their emotions soared. They loudly praised the God Emperor and Saint Doraemon, and their praise itself amplified the subspace energy.

The undead began to burn under the onslaught of those waves of warp energy, which seemed to be ritually slaughtering them. Countless undead were engulfed in the tide of flames.

Even Emperor Shermokh was not immune to the torrent of subspace. He gazed at Jeanne, suspended in mid-air like a blazing star, at her figure seemingly possessed by a god amidst the raging flames, and a look of utter astonishment appeared on Shermokh's metallic face.

“Your race is truly morbid.” Shemohe sighed, then was swallowed by the flood of warp space, his living metallic body turning to ashes and dissipating into the air in the blink of an eye.

This subspace rift hovers in its orbit around the planet, constantly unleashing the power of the subspace into the real universe.

Because Sheikh Mo had focused the effects of the exorcism zone entirely on the surface of the planet, the subspace energy spread almost unrestricted to all directions of the galaxy. Everything was so ingenious, as if an invisible hand was manipulating everything.

At the edge of this galaxy, the Lord of Light is being bathed in the torrents of warp.

Lena stood atop the ship's bow, her physical body suspended in the void, sensing the ever-increasing subspace energy.

Stimulated by that energy, her spiritual power also continued to increase and become increasingly ferocious.

Lena is one of the few psychics who can still use their psychic powers normally in the Exorcism Dead Zone.
Mephisto and Digglis, who were baffled by this, even conducted a special study on it.

They speculated that it might be because Lena believed her psychic powers were a gift from the Emperor, a power bestowed upon her by faith. Therefore, her psychic powers, like the Battle Sisters' "faith," could be effective in the Dead Zone.

This is also why Lena was dispatched here.
She suddenly stretched out her hands and caught the massive amount of subspace energy surging from the distant planet.

The immense pressure of the subspace energy caused Lena to bend slightly over. She felt that this energy was heavier than an entire planet, and the veins on her face bulged as a result.

Lena took a deep breath, crushed the high-efficiency pill in her mouth, and the portable pyramid above her head began to work.
The high-efficiency pills increased Rena's ability to manipulate psychic energy, while the portable pyramid enhanced Rena's psychic potential.

Her body swayed slightly, her figure becoming blurred, and intense spiritual energy surged from her soul, permeating every cell and even every macromolecule in her flesh and blood.

In an instant, Lena almost transformed into a luminous figure composed entirely of psionic energy.
But that's not enough.

As the Blackrock Spire continued to amplify the warp under Jeanne's control, the warp rift grew increasingly vast, and the warp energy gushing from it became ever heavier.

Rena clenched her teeth, her body, enveloped in psychic energy, trembling slightly.
She struggled to propel the subspace torrent toward the next Black Stone node in the Exorcising Dead Zone, but with each step, her body trembled.
After all, Rena is essentially manipulating the subspace with brute force, and there is almost no skill involved.

She couldn't help but calm herself down and begin to recall the mentors who had taught her how to use psychic powers over the past few decades.

His Excellency Keraprin, Grand Steward of the Star Language Court and Chief Instructor of the Terra Star Language Academy, said to Lena:

“Ms. Lena, you are a miraculous psionicist. In a sense, you have fulfilled the grand ambition of all psionicists. It is not the warp that is controlling you, but you who are forcibly controlling the warp.”

Digglis, the chief think tank of the Ultramarines and the librarian of the Grand Library of Macragtag, said to Reina:

“Ms. Lena, please understand that I manipulate psychic energy through knowledge, wisdom, and practice, while you do it through instinct and talent.”

"Besides, my expertise in prophecy is different from your expertise in psionic energy. Why don't you go find Mephisto instead!"

Mephisto, the chief think tank leader of the Holy Blood Angels who single-handedly controlled Black Fury, once said this to Lena:
“I once lamented that it was a loss for a woman like you to not become an Astartes.”

"I'm now thinking, it's a good thing you didn't become the think tank of the Holy Blood Angels, otherwise I would have been furious."

Ezekiel, the chief think tank member of the Dark Angels who had met Lena a few times over the decades, said to Lena:
"Did you invent some new interrogation method by Asmodel?"

There's also the shapeshifting spirit, the ever-changing young master, that demon extremely skilled in psychic abilities:

"Tzeentch's ass is on top. If the Cursed could mass-produce things like you, the Lord of Changes might as well just hang himself with a rope."

Finally, there's Ahriman, Tzeentch's chosen one, the most powerful psyker Rena knew. He said:

"You're a complete idiot."

"Give up. You're not suited to learning psionics. Don't torture the warp."

Those teachings echoed in Lena's ears, and drawing strength from them, she let out a roar almost like a wild beast, forcefully twisting the torrent of subspace and crashing it into the distance.

In the distance, on a planet where the undead and the blood angels clashed, beneath the Black Stone Spire,

A shirtless, dark-skinned boy dressed in primitive Stone Age clothing is dancing gracefully.
And dancing with him was a tall, bald figure.

(End of this chapter)