In Warhammer, throwing a muddle is impossible.

Opposite him stood Cassius, the chief priest of the Ultramarines, like a statue.

Solomon: I…

Solomon had just typed a word into his mind when his recitation paused slightly for half a beat.

"stop."

Reverend Cassius's voice made Solomon's ears ring.

“Brother Solomon, your heart is troubled.”

Cassius pointed out sternly, “When you read this chapter, your tone lacked the thunderous force it should have, and instead carried a hint of… worldly distraction.”

Solomon was in a terrible mood. He wasn't having any distracting thoughts; he was replying to a message!

“I’m sorry, Priest. I just…”

"No explanation needed. Lack of focus simply means a lack of firm belief."

Cassius ruthlessly turned back to the first page. "As the priest of the newly established subcommunity, you must set an example. Begin reading from the first chapter again. Louder!"

Looking at the dense Gothic prayers, Solomon was on the verge of tears.

Solomon: Don't call me anymore... I'm in jail. You guys figure it out yourselves, I don't have time to reply to messages...

Seeing Solomon's desperate message on the channel, Vlad let out a wicked laugh.

[Vlad: Hahahaha! Serves you right! Now you've got what you deserve! You bastard, making me the warband commander!]

Vlad finished laughing and turned his gaze back down.

The three Thousand Wizards had reached a crucial point—the control room of the secondary reactor responsible for a portion of the energy supply to Hera Fortress.

"Alright, Edward."

Vlad moved his wrist, and his claws, sharp enough to tear through terracotta, sprang out, gleaming with a cold light.

"Since the Smurfs haven't discovered the mice in their house yet, we, as guests, will lend a hand."

“What’s this called again?” Vlad thought for a moment. “It’s called…voluntary labor.”

“Should we call the Ultramarines?” Edward asked.

"What's all the yelling about? It just brings a bunch of bombs flying around. How boring."

Vlad released his feet from the pipe and fell silently under the force of gravity.

"Let's say hello to these mages below!"

Edward nodded and fell down with Vlad.

……

Westerlio is currently under immense pressure.

Although he successfully infiltrated the fortress, he always felt a faint gaze watching his back.

The feeling was like being prey targeted by some kind of apex predator, making his whole body tremble involuntarily.

P.S.: Sorry, the author seems to be catching a cold. There will be another update around 3 PM.

Volume 1: Chapter 54 already stated that it was part of the plan.

Below, Westerlio had just finished setting up the runes and was preparing to begin the ritual.

“Right here,” Westerlio whispered. “I can sense that the source interfering with my teleportation is nearby. Once we locate it…”

Suddenly, a cold, hard hand landed on the shoulder of the apprentice behind him without warning.

"Hey buddy. Locate it, then what?"

Vlad's voice sounded particularly abrupt and mocking in the quiet space.

"Did you guys not apply your skin properly? The color difference is so big, do you think the Ultra Warriors are blind?"

Westerio turned around abruptly. As a Thousand Sons Wizard, his reaction speed far surpassed that of ordinary humans, even a notch faster than that of a typical Space Marine.

The moment he turned around, a ball of psionic fire had already gathered in his palm.

Even the slightest bit of this substance can completely burn and deform even ceramic steel.

"Who are you?!"

A voice filled with shock and rage came from beneath Westerlio's helmet.

What he saw was a giant, far taller than himself, wearing black, unmarked power armor.