Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 847 Living Saint vs. Living Saint

The fleet of the Terran State Church is inferior in number to that of the Light Alliance, after all, Qile received support from many planets along the way as she marched toward Terra.

In addition to its own warships, the Terran State Church also used its authority to deploy a portion of the Imperial Navy to assist in combat.

As the two massive fleets entered the range of the weapon array, the flashes from the warships' macro cannons and light spears instantly tore through the darkness of the universe.

The Crusader warships' array of light spears fired first, sending deadly high-energy laser beams hurtling towards the Light Alliance warships.

The war in the Dimanmar system officially began at this moment.

Qi Le immediately gave orders to prepare for battle.

However, the ensuing space naval battle did not develop in the fierce and brutal direction that had been expected.

The pace of the war was unusually slow.

On some warships belonging to the Terran Cult, the charging time for the macro cannons seems to be much longer than specified in the standard manual.

Their salvo of light spears appeared sparse and scattered, as if the gunners' fingers were paralyzed, making it impossible for them to aim accurately.

The cannons and beams fired by the warships often narrowly missed the Light Alliance warships, or they would only cause a minor ripple on the enemy's void shield before disappearing without a trace.

The seasoned Judge Carter stood before the tactical command console of the Emperor's Light, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

"The state religion never had its own core armed forces; it could only rely on its own power to temporarily assemble them, forcibly conscripting the Astral Army and the Imperial Navy... Naturally, one shouldn't expect much combat power from such a fleet."

A cold glint flashed in her eyes: "Give the order: in coordination with their performance, all fleet firepower should be concentrated on those warships that are actually firing and really want to attack us!"

The captains of the Light Alliance immediately understood and grasped a certain tacit understanding.

The Light Alliance warships also softened their firepower against enemy ships that were clearly holding back and whose artillery fire was weak and ineffective.

The light spears grazed the edge of the ship's hull, while the macro cannons exploded into distant fireworks in the void.

In an instant, the entire battlefield was ablaze with the clash of spears, the roar of cannons, the darting of torpedoes trailing long contrails, and the flashes of explosions rising and falling in the cold void. The scene was incredibly intense, and deafening artillery alarms blared incessantly on the bridges of both sides.

In reality, however, the energy readings of the Void Shields on both sides' main ships decreased extremely slowly, and the ship structures remained almost completely undamaged.

This is more like a grand, expensive fireworks display than a life-or-death interstellar war.

"By the Divine Emperor! What the hell are you doing?!"

"This is war, a war of life and death!"

On the bridge of a capital ship in the fleet of the State Church of Terra, a priest overseeing the State Church, dressed in a magnificent robe, finally could not contain himself.

His face was ashen as he roared at the Imperial Navy commander in charge of naval operations, his spittle almost landing in the commander's face.

"The Pope sent you here to help us quell the heretical rebellion, not for you to have a paid vacation here! Look at your shelling, as weak as a woman's panting!"

The Imperial Navy commander, an old captain with gray hair and an old scar on his face, slowly turned around.

His cloudy eyes held no fear, only deep weariness and a hint of mockery.

“Heretical? Your Excellency,” he drawled, his fingers tapping idly on the tactical console, “my radar is just a jumble of random dots.”

“All I know is that those ships on the other side are filled with humans, just like us. We should be living in harmony, but because of the selfish desires of some powerful figures in Terra, we are forced to fight amongst ourselves here…” He spread his hands, making a helpless gesture, “…”

"This is disloyalty to the God Emperor!!" The supervising priest was completely enraged by this almost blatant defiance, and his fanaticism of faith overwhelmed his reason.

He suddenly pulled a jewel-encrusted, ornate pistol from beneath his magnificent robes, and almost pressed it against the captain's chest, pulling the trigger.

boom--!
Deafening gunfire erupted inside the bridge, instantly filling the air with the pungent smell of gunpowder.

The captain made an evasive maneuver the instant the other side drew their gun, but the distance was too close.

The scalding hot bomb grazed his shoulder blade, tearing through his uniform and flesh, kicking up a cloud of blood, and embedding itself hard in the alloy wall behind him.

The excruciating pain contorted the captain's face instantly, but his eyes blazed with even greater fury.

"Damn it, you guys started this!" He roared like a wild beast, clutching his bloodied shoulder.

"We just don't want to kill each other, and you want to kill me?"

This shot was like igniting the fuse of a powder keg.

Inside the bridge, the long-suppressed Imperial Navy officers and soldiers instantly erupted into chaos.

They had long been extremely dissatisfied with the arrogant and disrespectful priests of the State Church of Terra who constantly talked about "loyalty" and were considered "heretics." The gunshots were a signal for their discontent.

"Protect the captain!!"

"Kill those charlatans!"

"For the glory of the Imperial Navy!"

The shrill whistles of bomb guns and laser guns, angry roars, and shrill screams filled the entire command bridge in a short time.

Sparks flew from the console, the screen shattered, and blood splattered onto the sacred Imperial Eagle.

Chaos spread like a plague, quickly reaching other Imperial Navy ships that had been forcibly requisitioned through communication channels.

At this moment, the Hammer of Wrath, carrying the mad will of the living saint Christine, was charging headlong into the azure atmosphere of the planet Dimanmar, completely unaware of the internal strife erupting in the fleet behind it.

Unbeknownst to her, on the edge of the chaotic battlefield, the Grey Knights' strike cruiser had completed its final location lock like a ghost.

The teleportation room in the ship's belly shone brightly, and cold, mechanical voices echoed:
"Teleport coordinates locked... Energy recharge complete... Gray Knight Squad—Teleportation initiation!"

The Grey Knights are a very special group of Astartes within the human empire.

They have no Primarch, no iconic Legion heritage, but they possess pure psionic energy capable of incinerating the filth of the Warp.

They are the last gift the Emperor left to humanity, a reliable weapon for humanity to deal with the warp.

But at this moment, guided by Garo and Loken, this sharp blade precisely pierced the heart of the Terra State Cult's flagship.

Thanks to the powerful psionic anchoring, this beaconless teleportation process was exceptionally stable.

There was no absurd accident of someone getting stuck on the deck and causing injury or death; there was only a blinding arc of electricity jumping and hissing on the metal floor.

More than twenty silver-armored giants suddenly appeared, their gleaming blue power swords, humming with the force of the disintegration field, tracing deadly paths through the dimly lit cabin.

Those Christian Crusaders who were guarding the cabins, their faces filled with fanaticism, didn't even have time to cry out before they were reduced to flying blood and flesh fragments by the cold blades.

Inside the steel cage of the warship, the Grey Knights are walking calamities of death, and any resistance from mortals seems pale and laughable.

“Those heretics have launched the Astartes!” a crusader screamed, his face contorted with terror; he had never seen giants dressed like that before.

Silver power armor, sacred prayers, marks of purity—who are they? And which traitorous legion are they?

"Traitors! Traitors to the Empire!" he roared, trying to rally the crumbling morale.

However, his response was a blessing bomb that came hurtling towards him.

The bullet struck his chest precisely, and the immense kinetic energy instantly tore him into a crimson mist of blood, which splattered onto the cold bulkhead.

The gray knight advanced silently, his heavy power armor striking the metal floor with eerie silence, like a deadly shadow.

Every swing of the power sword, every burst of fire from the explosive gun, was precise and deadly.

Within three breaths, hundreds of well-equipped and well-trained elite Crusaders fell to the ground like harvested wheat stalks, the thick stench of blood almost suffocating.

"Keep moving forward. Target: Christine, the Living Saint."

Loken's orders resonated directly in the minds of every Grey Knight, and the telepathic battlefield network was highly efficient and deadly.

They were like a sophisticated war machine, their formation tight and mutually supporting, crushing all obstacles in the narrow passage.

Loken stepped over the sticky pool of blood, his power boots crushing flesh and bone with a sickening sound.

This should have been a battlefield for purging heretics, mutants, or psionic wizards, but the blood flowing beneath their feet was that of believers who also worshipped the emperor.

The shadow of the Horus Rebellion, the nightmare of the civil war that burned brotherhood and the future of the empire, never truly faded away.

An indescribable anxiety and violence surged within Loken, and his movements became increasingly wild. Wherever his sword went, flesh and blood flew, and he even began to break away from the ironclad formation formed by his comrades.

"You've fallen into that out-of-control state again, brother?" Garo's deep voice sounded beside Loken, carrying a hint of barely perceptible concern.

"I'm fine!" Loken roared in response, his power sword whistling through the air as he cleaved a Crusader in two from head to toe.

Hot blood gushed out, pooling into a dark red pool on the deck.

In that nauseating crimson reflection, Loken vaguely glimpsed a blurry, dark golden phantom coldly watching him.

The gray knight felt a chill run down his spine and looked again, but the phantom had vanished without a trace.

Unsettled minds did not hinder the Grey Knights' advance, until a group of figures clad in black armor, with eyes as firm as rocks, blocked the last passage to the bridge.

They were those fighting nuns.

"By the Divine Emperor! You shall not take another step forward!"

The leading nun shouted sharply, her short, silver-white hair flying wildly, her power sword pointed directly at the gray knight, her expression one of unwavering resolve.

Una Ortiz, Loken recognized her; she was a former comrade-in-arms who had fought alongside him against the demons of the warp.

The battle nuns are far better equipped than ordinary crusaders: finely crafted power swords, storm shields engraved with divine symbols, and explosive pistols. They stand side by side, forming a barrier interwoven with faith and steel.

Their presence finally halted the Grey Knights' unstoppable charge.

“Sister Una,” Loken’s voice was heavy, “why did you choose to stand with Elfreda? Pope Kil’t was not a traitor; it was Elfreda who distorted humanity’s faith.”

"Heretical talk! The Pope is purging the wavering parasites, it's you, Loken, you've been blinded by that traitor."

The nuns behind her shouted in unison, their fervor of faith burning like an unbreakable wall in their eyes.

They could not comprehend the “corruption” and “elimination of dissidents” that Loken spoke of. In their pure world, dedicating everything to the God-Emperor was the only truth, and those who questioned it were heretics.

“I once stood shoulder to shoulder with the Emperor.” Loken’s voice suddenly rose, tinged with a weary anger. “He never craved such blind fanaticism. He protected humanity itself, not this twisted religious shackle.”

A fleeting moment of confusion crossed Una's eyes, but it was instantly overwhelmed by an even more intense light of faith.

"Words are useless!" she roared, launching the first charge. Her power sword whistled through the air as it pierced straight at Loken's face.

For mortals to launch an attack on Astartes would be tantamount to suicide, but the Battle Sisters are far from ordinary.

The body, forged through countless trials, unleashed astonishing power and speed with the aid of the mortal power armor.

Una's greatsword narrowly grazed Loken's neck as he dodged, and he could even feel the scorching air from the blade.

Loken's counterattack was as swift as lightning. His power sword slashed down with tremendous force, and Una actually managed to block it with her greatsword.

clang!
A piercing clang of metal rang out, sparks flew, and despite the vast difference in size, Una's arms trembled violently and the metal deck beneath her feet dented slightly, yet she actually managed to block it.

"The God-Emperor grants me power!"

She roared, and her faith seemed to transform into a tangible source of power.

A hint of surprise flashed in Loken's eyes, then he lowered his center of gravity and kicked Una's breastplate hard with his right leg like a battering ram.

The nun's petite body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the cabin wall.

For an ordinary mortal, this kick would have been fatal, but Una struggled, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, and stubbornly stood up again, her eyes burning with an inextinguishable flame, and lunged at Loken once more.

She could not retreat; the living saint was right behind her, the embodiment of the divine emperor's will.

Loken didn't want to kill her. He made a fist with his right hand, and a surge of powerful spiritual energy instantly imprisoned Una in place, as if she were trapped in an invisible, still amber.

However, the fanatical nun suddenly bit her tongue, the excruciating pain mingling with her extreme faith, and dark golden flames rose from her body.

The binding psionic energy was forcibly broken through a sliver of space, and with a final, resolute strike, her power sword slammed into Loken's shoulder armor, producing a dull thud.

Loken's eyes turned cold, and he swung his sword backhand, knocking Una's weapon away.

Despite losing her weapon, the nun remained fearless, ramming her body into the gray knight in an attempt to stop him.

The sighs were drowned out by the roar of the bomb guns; the other Grey Knights did not hesitate like Loken.

The power sword tore through the finely crafted black armor, and the disintegrating force field instantly vaporized flesh and blood.

Pure blood was spilled onto the cold steel, like a withered black rose. The loyal nuns, facing overwhelming odds, fulfilled their vows with their lives.

Having overcome the final obstacle, Loken was finally able to face the living saint Christine.

Without further ado, a fierce glint flashed in Loken's eyes, and a surge of powerful psionic energy instantly flowed into his power sword. A blinding bolt of psionic lightning tore through the air and slammed into Christine's chest.

However, Christine simply waved her hand casually.

hum-

A solid, dark golden psionic barrier materialized out of thin air, easily neutralizing the devastating lightning. The next moment, an immense, mountain-like pressure descended, slamming down on Loken and forcing him to bend at the knees.

The other Grey Knights immediately seized the opportunity to focus their fire, unleashing a barrage of Blessed Bombs that exploded across the dark gold barrier, their powerful anti-magic projectiles creating countless ripples.

A gray knight carrying a spirit-destroying cannon roared, and a blinding light of purification gathered at the muzzle of the cannon, unleashing a torrent of pure energy powerful enough to evaporate the demon's body.

But to everyone's surprise, Christine removed the barrier herself, opened her arms, and let the purifying light wash over her.

Amidst the energy storm, her long hair danced wildly and her robes fluttered in the wind, but the power that was enough to purify the filth of the warp vanished without a trace, failing to harm her in the slightest.

"Using the power of the God-Emperor to harm the God-Emperor's apostles?"

Christine's voice carried a cold sarcasm, as if she were stating an absurd joke.

Immediately afterwards, an even more terrifying psionic pressure surged back like a landslide and a tsunami.

Loken groaned, almost forced to his knees by the pressure. Garo and the other Grey Knights' expressions changed drastically, and they poured their psionic energy into Loken's body without reservation, together building a shaky psionic dam.

Under the immense pressure, the capillaries on Galo's face ruptured one after another, and blood instantly stained half of his face red!
"I know who you serve!" Loken roared under the immense pressure, each word carrying a psionic energy vibration.

“That’s not an emperor, that’s the darkness he must fight against, the embodiment of destruction he would rather sit on the throne in vain than let it go. You are the living saint of the Dark King!”

Christine's expression froze instantly, a hint of surprise flashing across her face.

"Blasphemy!" Her voice was icy cold, yet laced with rage. "How dare you slander the God-Emperor as darkness? Loken, your folly pains me!"

"The God-Emperor will eventually awaken! He will become the only true god in the warp! At that time, all humanity will be embraced by Him, and barriers, exploitation, and hatred will vanish into nothingness."

We will become one great whole, and He will banish chaos and lead us in our counterattack against that eternal enemy.

She reached out her hand to the Grey Knight, inviting him eagerly.

"Come, join us. You have such unwavering faith in the Emperor, and the Emperor and the God Emperor are one. We should be on the same path. Why fight amongst ourselves here?"

The seductive whisper slithered into Loken's mind like a venomous snake.

Samus's voice echoed again in the depths of his consciousness, carrying a familiar, nauseating intimacy.

“Join us, Gavial Loken…we are one…”

Loken's mental fortress began to crumble.

Christine is exploiting their faith in the Emperor.

The line between worshipping an emperor and worshipping a "divine emperor" who has been distorted and stripped of his humanity is so blurred.

No more delay!
Loken made a decision instantly.

He suppressed the incoherent thoughts and the immense pressure of psionic energy in his mind, and transmitted his will to all the Grey Knights through the telepathic link. Instantly, a vast and intricate psionic teleportation array took shape beneath their feet.

The light engulfed everything, and when the blinding psionic radiance dissipated, all beings on the command deck—the Grey Knights, Christine, and the few remaining battle nuns—vanished without a trace.

Demanmar, the ruins of the cathedral.

The violent spatial fluctuations were like an invisible hammer blow, and a dazzling beam of light descended from the sky, slamming into the original site of the church that had already been reduced to rubble by the psionic shock.

The rubble and dust were swept up by the violent energy flow, forming a grayish-yellow tornado.

Qi Le had already received Loken's psychic warning. She led Sebastian Thor, a missionary, and a group of the most steadfast believers, braving the oncoming psychic turbulence, to the vicinity of the teleportation landing point.

As the light faded, the scene was revealed: Christine stood unharmed in the center of the ruins, with several unconscious Grey Knight bodies lying at her feet.

Loken, supported by Gara, stood up with difficulty, his face pale, clearly having endured immense pressure during the teleportation.

Most alarmingly, the battle nuns who should have died, including Una Ortiz whose limbs were twisted and broken, were now swaying as they stood up.

Their bodies were entwined with strange dark golden energy veins, and their wounds writhed and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye in the dark golden light.

Their eyes were empty and fanatical, and they unconsciously repeated broken prayers, like puppets controlled by invisible threads.

“Qile…” Christine’s gaze pierced through the smoke and dust, locking firmly on the former pope, a sickly satisfied smile appearing on her face.

"We've finally met. Do you know how long we've been looking for you? Are you really that unwilling to have a heart-to-heart talk with me?"

"There's nothing more to say between us!"

Qi Le's voice was resolute, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.

A soft yet resolute golden glow began to emanate from her, and a warm and powerful force was awakening, standing in opposition to the cold and oppressive dark golden aura emanating from Christine.

"It was you and the entity behind you who stole the state religion, distorted the faith, and turned it into a tool to satisfy your insane ambitions."

Above the ruins, an invisible force field suddenly expanded, violently shoving away the Grey Knight, the Battle Nun, Thor the Missionary, and all the believers.

This is a battlefield belonging to living saints; mortals and even Astartes have no right to intervene.

Qi Le's simple long robe melted and reformed in the golden light, transforming into a set of golden armor that shone with a sacred luster.

A pair of enormous wings made of pure light energy suddenly unfolded behind her, casting a warm glow.

She made a grasping motion with her right hand, and a longsword burning with pure golden flames materialized in her palm.

In response, Christine let out a sneer.

A dense, dark gold mist, seemingly capable of swallowing light, surged from her body and enveloped her.

Her form also changed, and a similar but dark-colored suit of armor with black and red patterns like lava flowing along the edges covered her entire body, and a longsword wrapped in ominous black flames appeared in her hand.

Two living saints, each emanating a completely opposite yet shared power, clashed violently on this battlefield.

The mere clash of their auras was enough to reduce the surrounding ruins and rubble to dust once again.

Christine struck first, seemingly casually swinging her black flame longsword forward. A viscous, ink-like shockwave, exuding an aura of the end of all things, tore through the air and roared out.

Wherever the shockwave passed, the scattered building remains silently decayed, disintegrated, and turned to ashes.

The tenacious green plants on the ground withered and carbonized in an instant, maintaining the posture of a second before death.

The earth seemed to be devoured by an invisible giant jaws, leaving scorched marks that flowed like lava with a dark red light, and an aura of destruction permeated the air, making it suffocating.

Qi Le was forced to retreat, her golden wings flapping vigorously, creating layers of tough light curtains in front of her.

The destructive shockwave slammed into the light barrier, producing a sickening, corrosive sound.

The light screen fluctuated violently, and golden light fragments flew like snowflakes. Qi Le was forced to retreat continuously by this violent force, and deep furrows were dug out under her feet.

Finally, the two longswords, each containing diametrically opposed powers, clashed violently together.

boom!
An indescribable explosion erupted.

It was not just a physical collision, but a fierce clash between two opposing wills.

The materialized energy shockwave spread in all directions like a tsunami, forcing the gray knights and battle nuns on the periphery to retreat, their ears filled with the noise of the clash of faiths.

The sound didn't just enter the eardrums; it resonated directly deep within the soul.

The Grey Knights once again engaged in a bloody battle with the Battle Sisters, but with the Black King's blessing, these Sisters were even stronger than the Grey Knights.

On the ruined battlefield, Qi Le and Christine's figures transformed into two intertwined beams of light.

Each clash of swords unleashed a deafening roar and a blinding flash of energy.

Christine's offensive was like a destructive storm, each sword strike carrying the will to end everything.

Qi Le, like a reef in a raging storm, wielded her golden sword with all her might, striving to protect herself and the ravaged land beneath her feet.

"The Emperor is humanity's shield!"

Qi Le's voice rang out amidst the fierce exchange, carrying a penetrating power that seemed to pierce the soul, as if it were not just her voice.

"He shelters us in this despairing darkness, but humanity... is also the Emperor's shield. We watch over each other, our faith intertwined!"

The sound contained a strange power, and Christine's fierce attack faltered. The dark golden light on her body fluctuated violently, as if shaken by an invisible force.

Qi Le's voice grew louder and louder, and the golden light around her became as intense as a burning star, almost engulfing her figure.

"The Emperor is the light of humanity; he brings hope and dispels darkness. But know this: the Emperor's light does not arise from nothing! It is the convergence of countless human beliefs, courage, and sacrifices that forms his source!"

Christine felt the supreme power emanating from the Black King within her melt away like ice and snow under the scorching sun under the impact of his words, which contained the original will of an emperor.

Her armor became ethereal, its edges crumbling to reveal the flesh and blood of the mortal beneath.

She looked in horror at the source of Qile's power, only to find it was the white-haired missionary Sebastian Sol, who had been standing silently at the edge of the battlefield.

At this moment, the old man's cloudy eyes also shone with a pure and warm golden light, the same as Qi Le's.

He was walking step by step toward the center of the battlefield, and with each step he took, a powerful yet gentle divine power flowed into Qi Le's body.

The golden light on Qi Le's body suddenly surged, like a supernova exploding.

The warm, steadfast, and protective will of all things completely overwhelmed the cold, destructive, and all-consuming darkness.

The golden holy flames, like a wildfire, instantly devoured the dark gold flames released by Christine, taking absolute dominance over the entire area.

The outcome has been decided.

"What...what else do you want to say?"

"I'm giving you the chance to leave your last words."

Qi Le's voice was like a divine oracle, and her golden flaming sword pointed directly at Christine, who was suppressed to the point of being almost unable to move.

Her dark gold armor had completely dissipated, revealing her vulnerable true form.

"The Lord of Darkness will not win, He will not awaken, and your plot to drag humanity into eternal darkness is doomed to failure."

Christine was breathing heavily, her face showing no sign of defeat or dejection, only a near-mad, martyr-like fervor.

"My failure...is due to my incompetence...not the defeat of the God Emperor!"

She let out a hoarse growl, and the dark golden flames in her eyes not only did not extinguish, but burned even more fiercely and wildly.

The psychic energy within her began to surge exponentially, becoming uncontrollable, like a volcano about to erupt. The violent energy waves pierced through the veil of reality, stirring up towering waves deep within the subspace.

"I've lost... but you're not going to win either!"

Christine's voice carried a destructive pleasure as she stared intently at Qile.

"The Lord of Darkness...is already anchored in the river of time. He has awakened in the future, and the Emperor has no other choice. The path to godhood is his only way out, hahahaha!"

Amidst the maniacal laughter, Christine's body, like a lit candle, burst forth with a blinding, dark golden light from within.

Her flesh, bones, soul... everything that existed was instantly ignited and sacrificed by her.

An indescribable torrent of psionic energy, a mixture of ultimate faith and pure destruction, roared into the depths of the warp.

The real universe seemed to have been stabbed hard by this self-destructive sacrifice.

Within the Demanmar system, the detection arrays of all warships instantly emitted extremely high alarms, and the readings representing subspace energy on the instrument panels skyrocketed until they exceeded the limit.

On the bridge of the flagship of the Terran State Church, the navigator's piercing screams came to an abrupt halt.

Thick, dark golden flames erupted from his seven orifices, instantly burning him into a charred skeleton.

Inside the ship, in all areas where the Geller force field was not activated, a dark red, blood-like viscous liquid began to seep from the bulkheads.

The metal groaned under the strain, as if countless invisible hands were kneading and deforming it.

A low, murmured murmur, a chorus of wails from billions of souls, began to resound directly in the minds of every crew member!
"Warning! Warning! A massive subspace storm has been detected, its energy level is incalculable! Its range is galactic in scale! It is rapidly spreading!"

"The veil of reality... is crumbling."

"All warships, immediately! Converge on the planet Demanmar! Repeat! Converge on the planet immediately! Only the planet's gravitational field can slightly mitigate the storm's effects!"

The cold, mechanical alarms mingled with the officers' hysterical shouts, creating an atmosphere of utter despair, as if the end of the world was nigh.

Outside the porthole, the once pitch-black cosmic backdrop was replaced by a morbid, surging torrent of pinkish-purple energy.

A massive subspace rift, as colossal as a cosmic scar, tore open in the void, unleashing a bizarre and grotesque torrent of energy powerful enough to corrupt reality.

These energies, as if possessing life, greedily licked the exposed armor of the warship, emitting a sizzling, corrosive sound.

Both the Emperor's Light of the Alliance of Light and the Holy Crusader warship of the Cult of Terra were like small boats in a storm.

The gunfire that was still exchanging blows fell silent instantly. The captains shouted themselves hoarse as they ordered all power to be diverted to the engines and charged desperately toward the brownish-green planet that was now the only place that could offer any faint protection.

(End of this chapter)