Warhammer 40 Spring: Loyalty of the Multiverse

Chapter 217 "Look at this sand, your brothers"

DeLa Gao, who was being covered by his teammates, was still shaken, but even more so, he was furious.

Looking down at the mark of purity hanging on his body, he saw one of them slowly disappearing, its golden light still glowing at the edge. Clearly, the Emperor's power had resisted the illusionary attack that had attacked him.

"May the Emperor protect me, and I will severely punish these rebellious cowards!" Derigao watched as the mark of purity slowly turned to ashes and drifted into nothingness in the air before looking up, his gaze fixed on the Thousand Sons Wizard who was standing up in front of him.

If we were to say that the Emperor's power was the sole factor in this illusion, it wouldn't be entirely accurate. After all, Derigao's own willpower and keen insight also played a significant role.

Their squad was configured according to the configuration of the Sin Cleansing Squad, with equipment and then enhanced on that basis.

And without exception, they were all equipped with a finely crafted power sword. Moreover, all of them were experts and masters of ranged attacks.

Karen, the brother who had been holding her tightly in that illusion, was enraged when he saw his soul quickly return to the Golden Throne. He drew his finely crafted power sword and charged at the group of Chaos traitors.

This single scene and action made Derigao realize that he was in a hallucination.

He hurriedly summoned his psychic powers and desperately bit his tongue, trying to break free from the illusion. But it was clear that his opponent was extremely powerful.

If it weren't for the desperate activation of my spiritual energy and the help of the Pure Mark at the last moment, I would probably have been seriously injured even if I had managed to escape from the illusion.

Therefore, his gaze towards the Thousand Sons Wizard contained not only anger but also vigilance.

After all, this Thousand Sons Wizard was incredibly powerful, managing to trap him completely in his illusion without any warning or awareness.

If it weren't for certain details and actions, I probably wouldn't have noticed it.

The Thousand Wizard who stood up looked at Derigao behind the Grey Knight with a hint of surprise on his face.

In his original prophecy, this powerful Grey Knight, who was like a leader, should have been successfully pulled into the illusion he created.

Then, by using the prophetic trajectory in the illusion, he carried out the assassination actions prophesied in the illusion in reality.

Everything was going smoothly; the gray knight was already in the illusion about to reclaim his soul and return to the throne of the Corpse King.

Meanwhile, the Grey Knight in the real world had stopped moving, and his face had become bloodless and pale.

If his attack succeeds, the gray knight will surely die in the true sense of the word.

After all, I've shattered your soul, how can you possibly return to the Golden Throne?

But who could have imagined that, at the very last moment, when success seemed imminent, the gray knight defied all logic, waking up from the illusion and kicking him away.

This left him utterly astonished!

As a leader in the Reflectors' War Gang of the Thousand Sons Legion, his greatest skill is to pull his opponents into an illusion and then turn his prophecies into an undeniably real reality within that illusion.

Make the other party mistakenly believe it's reality, and then obediently offer their neck for slaughter. Simultaneously, replicate in reality the successful pattern and actions predicted in the illusion.

This way, he could completely annihilate the enemy on three levels: spirit, soul, and body, making resurrection impossible. But now, it's clear that his previously invincible attack on the battlefield has failed.

"Kill them!" This enraged the Thousand Sons Wizard. Before Magnus joined the fall into chaos, he believed that the only being stronger or more knowledgeable than him was the Emperor.

Even after falling into chaos, the so-called Lord of All Changes was added to this arrangement, but if we really had to rank them, the Emperor would still be number one!

Although he wanted to rank the Lord of Change first, his past experiences and background subconsciously placed the Emperor first.

This humiliated him, who believed he had found the truth and the ultimate reality of the world. Although he didn't say it aloud, what he truly thought remained a mystery.

This idea also spread, directly or indirectly, to his Thousand Sons. As a result, these Thousand Sons unanimously believed that they were superior to the Empire and all other beings in the galaxy in terms of psychic magic and various kinds of knowledge.

This sometimes led some warbands or individuals to become arrogant. So much so that when facing certain members of the Empire, being defeated in the realm of psionic magic felt like a shattering of their very soul.

This is truly something they cannot accept!

Take, for example, the Thousand-Child Wizard. His already crimson skin was now even more humiliated, as if he had been violated before his own husband… and by someone he had once despised the most. Under such stinging humiliation, his skin turned a deep, blood-red.

For some reason, this scene filled Derigao with a sense of exhilaration. Anything that could break the Chaos Traitor's defenses and harm them, whether mentally or physically, was acceptable.

Then I, De Ligao, must lend a hand and add fuel to the fire!

"The most omniscient and omnipotent psionicist and wizard in the entire galaxy?" Derigao said mockingly, looking at the Thousand Sons Wizard who was glaring at him from a distance.

These words immediately changed the atmosphere on the battlefield. Even his teammates who were covering him in front of him tightened their defenses and turned some of their attention to him, wanting to hear what insights this commander, the Judge, had to offer.
Upon hearing this, the thousand-child wizard was also filled with doubt and uncertainty, wondering what this fellow was up to.

Want to hear what this damned Grey Knight has to say?
As a result, the charge of the red-letter warriors, which was still charging madly, weakened a bit.

Derigao bent down and grabbed the sand from the ground, crushing it into tiny ash heaps.

The heavy power gauntlets ground the ashes several times before finally managing to grasp a small portion of them in its hand.

He raised the ashes he held high, then slowly loosened his fingers, letting the ashes flow down and scatter in the air.

The Thousand Sons Wizard and the red-letter warriors with souls within their power armor were enraged by this scene.

Just as the Thousand Sons Wizard was about to speak, Derigao abruptly slammed the last remaining ashes in his hand to the ground.

"What a load of rubbish! He couldn't even protect his own brothers! He's turned into this pile of sand!" With that, he lifted his heavy Terminator power boots and stomped on the ashes, chasing them away again and again.

"I think they're just a bunch of psychologically fragile cowards. They desperately need a strong psychological support, and when they don't have one, they'll wag their tails and beg for mercy like little dogs!"

"Kill them!" the Thousand Sons Wizard roared, brandishing his scepter. The numerous red-letter warriors swarmed forward.

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(End of this chapter)