Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 531 Setra's Gift
After the last thought was broken, Taylor woke up in the best medical room on the Damocles flagship.

He frankly said that apart from muscle fatigue, most of his problems had nothing to do with so-called physical illnesses.

This incident can be considered a blessing in disguise, but Taylor can feel that on the soul level, the weakening he now feels is simply unforgettable.

He is no longer powerful, although he seems to be fine on the surface, but whether it is the greenskin waagh's position or the Emperor's gift, it will take some time to accumulate.

But the good news is that with the collapse of the Star God, Settra also won his brother's war. He cut off the head of his own blood relative as he wished, and then declared his victory.

Of course, this feeling has nothing to do with sweetness or honor. It can even be said that to a certain extent, it has been provoking Setra's inner wounds.

However, after knowing that Taylor was unconscious, the Undead Overlord silently escorted him like an ancient mechanical knight.

Whether it was someone from the Imperial Guard, the Tau, or those whom Taylor so-called trusted, Settra refused and would not allow them to approach.

It was not until they boarded the Damocles that the undead legend disappeared like mist on the horizon of this world.

It's not that he didn't bring any gifts. Taylor's weapons and equipment had been modified by those guys during this period. Before the starry sky curtain completely dissipated, this world was the back garden of the undead for a while.

Only the pocket world can be entered, and only the pocket world can be left, so Settra successfully gained the dominance of this world.

He gave Taylor a gift and sent his fleet away, and soon the entire planet disappeared from the star map. The originally beautiful blue-green star now became a meaningless background board in the dim void.

She disappeared, carrying with her ancient secrets and the emotions of the previous ruler of the galaxy, appearing like a puff of smoke and dissipating as expected.

She left behind only numerous mysteries for those overconfident Imperial scholars and the most deranged members of the Inquisition.

The mystery is so shrouded that it is now difficult to dispel. The few people who know the truth are lying in bed, looking at the fried cod that they have not seen for a long time.

It's the delicious, rich stuff, freshly salvaged from nearby worlds and cooked for the Valhallans in the purest Northern style.

It's greasy and tender, but not too heavy in flavor, and paired with a decent liver pâté. Apart from the fact that it's not suitable for serious patients, everything else is pretty good.

There are other patients here, but most of them have superficial injuries, which will take a hundred days to heal. Most of them are caused by the undead, or the unlucky ones are hit by their own people's artillery shells.

But generally speaking, they were all officers, but they couldn't resist the delicious smell of the fresh fish, which made them drool.

For Taylor, the envy of others is the best side dish. He cut the fish slightly and savored the flavor.

Taylor was very quick, and his tiredness made him hungry, so he cleared the plate in no time.

Of course, he also wiped his hands and began to observe the weapons and equipment that had been transformed by the undead.

The thing looked no different, except that the handle was replaced with a material similar to living metal, and the blade also had a strange purple color.

This thing looks quite ordinary, at least compared to those weird ones, such as the purple eyeball gem or the strange Fenris ice ore chain saw, or the blade from the Zerg is too strange.

It makes the metal from the undead look so dull.

At least by comparison, Taylor actually felt that those items were unusual, at least compared to the things he had obtained, which had quite a bit of power. But this wasn't ordinary iron, nor was it ordinary-looking stuff. In addition to the complex and ancient inscriptions on it, it also had a special material.

The power was quite strange, and completely replaced the metal handle that Taylor had previously casually called the green skin inlay, as if it had changed from one thing to this thing.

This is a forging technique that Taylor cannot understand, and it is also an ancient and mysterious power.

Taylor examined the thing with curiosity, then grasped its powerful handle.

Then, nothing happened.

As expected, it was still the same thing as before, only incredibly sharp.

Taylor wondered if Settra was deceiving him. After all, the Kraken Blade in his hand looked so ordinary.

Until he remembered that those psychic powers were not his own powers.

He was not a psychic, and if he wanted to use psychic power now, he would definitely have to absorb the power of the great demon from the sword, so he held his breath and concentrated slightly.

He mentally recalled the most powerful spell or formula he had ever seen, but the question was, what was it?
Is it the endless Tzeentch lightning, or the psychic vortex as powerful as the Scourge, or the terrifying power that can control the entire army, those mind-related magics?
Or it could be the flesh system that can make people immortal, the terrifying humanoid disaster, the emissary system that terrifies the people of the empire, and those most ancient and obscure spells.

But at this moment, the blade vibrated and trembled, and then a raging purple flame burned like a beautiful torch.

This is the Emperor's Blade, the enchanted blade of the Grey Knights, and a powerful yet simple outlet for psychic energy.

But Taylor now has to face two problems. The first is how to explain to his fellow patients why his knife is burning.

The second question is why does his own flame look so Slaanesh?
The good news is that the first one can be gotten away with by performing a magic trick. After all, the weak psykers in many nests are usually not much different from the so-called street performers.

The second problem can be solved in a simpler way, which is to guide the power of the Emperor upwards and replace the purple sword flame with the Emperor's golden flame.

The good news is that the second one also exists. The bad news is that because Taylor is too tired, he can feel that those ownerless forces are absorbing his limited power of faith, or the Emperor's psionic energy.

He immediately felt like he was facing a formidable enemy and gathered all his strength. However, the seemingly formidable spiritual energy immediately became as fragile as a little girl, allowing himself to be manipulated.

After all, Taylor was the one who defeated him, and that fear is still buried in the loser's heart, after the intense suction feeling.

Taylor discovered that the psychic energy was being transformed into physical strength and the power of the Emperor and poured into his body.

It’s like drinking a bowl of delicious hot soup and then having a good sleep, and I feel full of energy.

Apparently...

Now, less than one tenth of the spiritual energy in this gem, which is as vast as the ocean, has been used!

(End of this chapter)