Warhammer 40 Spring: Loyalty of the Multiverse

Chapter 221 Treacherous: I laugh at that emperor, like withered bones in a tomb...

"Target marked. Capture alive. This is a divine decree personally issued by the Great Lord of Change." Hathor issued this order to all wizards and red-letter warriors through the psionic network of the Thousand Sons!
"No matter the cost!"

As his command was given and the Lord of Changes himself turned his gaze here, all the Red Letter warriors and the Thousand Sons present felt a surge of spiritual energy coursing through their bodies.

Even many of the red-letter warriors, whose souls were sealed within their armor, were somehow able to feel their bodies slowly gathering together under the surging wave of psionic energy.

If someone were to remove the helmet of a Red Letter warrior at this moment, they would discover that inside the power armor, those Red Letter warriors who had lost their physical bodies would occasionally begin to conjure up their original physical forms out of thin air.

Of course! The fact that you can remove the Red Letter Warrior's helmet proves that you're a powerful being comparable to Astartes!
Meanwhile, in Tie Hui's group, Tiberos, wielding the power claws Thirst and Hunger, forcefully ripped a Red Letter warrior's head and half of his body in two from opposite directions, turning them into ashes.

Tiberius's thirst-quenching and hunger-inducing claws do not rely entirely on the reactor cores built into other powered weapons for energy.

Because this weapon can be considered a sacred relic, it can be powered by absorbing subspace energy. Furthermore, the serrated edges of the power claws can absorb the souls of enemies to obtain energy for operation.

Therefore, the powered weapon that Tiberius currently possesses is the only one among them that can still be activated.

So it's not unreasonable for him to lead the charge now, but as Astartes who have fought against countless enemies, they are well aware of the true attack methods of the so-called Thousand Sons.

They have now traveled nearly 1 kilometer within the warship.

However, there were only three red-letter warriors who seemed to be alone, blocking their way.

This made everyone wonder if the Reflectors Warband hadn't come to chase them, but instead stood in a specific location to perform a massive psionic ritual, activate a psionic array, and then snipe them here.
The three seemingly lone red-letter warriors they encountered were likely people they stumbled upon on their journey, who were maintaining the various energy nodes of the psionic array.

Based on this conjecture, the pace and speed of progress accelerated.

But what no one knew was that Hathor, standing in the command room, was watching the Imperial Astartes that had boarded his ship, which was being tracked by cameras through the psionic array that had been formed.

A cruel smile appeared on his face. He closed his eyes and snapped his fingers. In an instant, a massive amount of spiritual energy gathered beneath his feet and shot out in all directions.

Meanwhile, the wizards at the various psionic array nodes on the ship instantly released their psionic power, while the red-letter warriors at other nodes maintained the psionic operation of this massive array.

From space, one would see that the surface of this battleship-class flagship is covered with densely packed warp psionic patterns, forming runes that resemble text.

Even members of other factions within the Chaos faction felt dizzy just looking at these bizarre and fantastical psionic scripts.

Meanwhile, in the subspace, Tzeentch, who was watching this scene with anticipation, was filled with excitement!

You have to ask where that excited expression on a bird's head comes from?
Never mind that, just be excited!
Meanwhile, Tiberius, Iron Glow, and the other Astartes, who were rushing towards the engine room aboard the Chaos flagship, inexplicably felt a sense of emptiness!

It's like there's an emptiness inside.

Tie Hui felt this most strongly, as if he were in a dream.

In particular, everything he had experienced in the past was recalled quickly like a slideshow, making him feel reluctant and tired, but more than anything, he felt liberated.

It's like a sign that a dream is about to end!

"Am I really dreaming?" Tie Hui's vision was blurry. He was all too familiar with this feeling; in his past life, he often dreamed while sleeping, always waking up at crucial moments. And now, he felt that reluctance to wake up, along with the emptiness that came with it!
"Could it be an illusion created by these thousand children?"

At that moment, in the command room, a portion of Hathor's soul was instantly shared by Tzeentch. They prepared to explore together the true secrets of this being from another world, capable of freely traversing other worlds.

After all, when this person from another world crossed over, the call from the depths of their soul to the four gods of the subspace and the cursed one was even stronger than the combined call of all the creatures in the entire galaxy.

In particular, the fact that this person from another world could travel to other worlds and return later drove them even crazier.

This means they no longer have to proceed according to the predetermined fate of destruction in this universe.

If they can capture this person and uncover his secrets, they can travel to other worlds and achieve true immortality!

What was unexpected was that he, Jianqi, succeeded so easily.

He couldn't help but burst into laughter on his throne in his own palace in the Demon Realm.

A humanoid creature, with human form but hands that resembled eagle claws, draped in a magical robe and leaning on a bell that could sing at will, looked up from his focused reading at the Lord of All Changes on the throne and asked in confusion.

"The great and ever-changing Lord... the all-knowing and all-powerful God... in the universe..." The man showered Tzeentch with flattery. Tzeentch didn't interrupt, but accepted it with a smile.

"Why are you laughing?"

Tzeentch sat on the throne with a smirk, his two bird-like beaks wide open, emitting a cacophony of laughter. "I laugh at the Corpse King as a skeleton in a tomb, at Slaanesh as a toy child, at Khorne as brave but reckless, and at Nurgle as slow-witted."

As he spoke, he stepped down from the throne and waved his hand, displaying the image he had shared from Hathor's soul. Pointing at it, he said, "If it were me, I would immediately set aside my past grievances with the Cursed One and do everything in my power to protect this person from another world!"

He continued to laugh heartily, unable to hide his smugness; this was arguably the happiest moment of his life in millions of years.

The high priest Tzeentch beside him nodded in sudden understanding. As one of Tzeentch's subordinates and a core member of his faction, he was very clear about these so-called otherworldly beings and paid close attention to their whereabouts.

After all, if their great god went to another world, then their core forces had to go with him.

They have thus escaped destruction!

But the next moment His smile abruptly stopped, and His bird-like pupils suddenly dilated, shrinking to the size of pinpoints.

Everything in the scene changed; countless reds surged and rolled like a turbulent sea.

Meanwhile, deep within it, a fleeting golden light also surrounded it.

Pink and green energy sources also began to converge from all directions.

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(End of this chapter)