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Chapter 135 Slaanesh: Who brought the sun home?

A powerful subspace storm swept across the entire starry sky, engulfing the entire fleet.

Chaos had erupted inside the Weeping Legion's warship: "Clan Commander Forros, something's happened!"

"What's wrong?"

"We can no longer locate the fleet!"

Unable to locate the fleet?

Forros's mind went blank. Was the tragic fate of the weeping not over yet?

Has communication with the UN been disrupted?

"No, it's not communication, it's location tracking. We can't locate the fleet!"

The sudden change alerted everyone. Anna hurried to the command hall and encountered Evelyn, who looked solemn, with several high-ranking Eldar prophets following closely beside her.

At that moment, the group stopped in their tracks. Anna heard unusual sounds coming from inside the command hall, including clear battle cries, and immediately quickened her pace, pushing open the hall door first.

What came into view was a long, wavy, golden hair that trembled wildly. As Anna interrupted, the golden strands that had been swaying wildly with the golden light slowly calmed down. Anna immediately stepped forward, and Serafina, seeing who it was, had a look of embarrassment on her face.

Anyone whose divine gift is interrupted will appear embarrassed.

Anna casually picked up the white armor from the side and handed it over, her gaze calmly sweeping over Serafina's body, her expression indifferent, but she was surprised by Serafina's flawless appearance.

She already knew the basic information about the Battle Sisters. They were a group of nuns active on the battlefield, similar to the Purification Sisters under her, but without the Purification Sisters' powerful purification spiritual energy.

She had to admit that Serafina was now dazzlingly white, but she felt no jealousy whatsoever. Anna knew that Serafina's mission was to absorb the divine energy that was troubling the commander.

As a nun who should frequently participate in battles, she had not a single scar or blemish on her body; at most, she was just an exquisite vase.

Fang Yun's tone was full of helplessness: "Again? What happened again?"

He gently pushed Serafina's arm away, patted her side, and ordered in a deep voice, "Get ready quickly."

Serafina stood up in a panic, took the holy armor, and looked at the unfinished golden patterns on her body with a nervous heart. She was a little disappointed, but she did not make a fuss. Instead, she hastily put on her armor. Compared with the simple religious robes of other religious orders, the attire of the Holy Rose Church was already complicated. With the hasty arrangement, she looked a little disheveled.

Seeing Serafina's flustered state and the incomplete circuits around her, she said, "You can continue after this is finished."

Not everyone is qualified.

Serafina looked at Anna with surprise. She knew that Anna held a very high position, but her transgressions and depraved behavior could easily provoke the jealousy of the mistress in certain parts of the empire.

Little did Anna know that, being from the lower rungs of Galun, she didn't understand any of this. All she knew was that the Commander liked her and that Serafina was a good fit, so she could help out, and that was all.

But the situation didn't allow Serafina much time to think. Since Anna had taken the initiative to make the arrangements, she naturally nodded willingly.

Anna then said to Fang Yun, "I'm sorry, Commander, I disturbed you..."

Fang Yun smiled helplessly and said, "Didn't you go through the same thing back then?"

Anna lowered her head, a slight blush creeping onto her wheat-colored face as she recalled her embarrassment from the first time, and softly replied, "Yes, yes, Commander."

Fang Yun immediately asked, "What happened? Why are you in such a hurry?"

Anna quickly replied, "All the fleets have lost contact; well, to be precise, they've lost their location."

Apart from a few Eldar warships that relied on artificial technology for protection, the rest of the ships instantly became disorganized, not due to a lack of communication, but because their guidance completely failed.

Communication was still possible, but the fleets could no longer see each other on radar. In other words, at this moment all the fleets were disoriented, but they could still communicate with each other through the human rights system.

At the same time, a large number of demons frantically attacked the edge of the fleet, and in a short moment, warships in at least six areas simultaneously sent out emergency distress signals.

Immediately afterwards, Evelynn's Eldar team arrived before him. At the same time, Fang Yun also maintained real-time communication with Guilliman, who was on the Radiance of Macragge, through the Human Alliance's communication system.

Vis and Ellaria caught a glimpse of Serafina, who was hiding in a secluded spot, and both knew exactly what she had just experienced.

This wasn't the first time they'd met like this; if you counted carefully, there had been more than a dozen such encounters. He was just secretly curious that Fang Yun had a new person by his side this time.

Weiss inwardly sighed that humans were truly a race that would stop at nothing. At least in Weiss's eyes, such depraved behavior was unscrupulous and despicable.

Elaria gazed silently at Seraphine, her eyes flashing with a thoughtful glint, revealing no other expression.

Killieman's voice came through the communicator, his tone grave: "This storm came too suddenly, but I have immediately ordered a halt to the advance."

Evelynn nodded slowly, her voice weary. The Eldar weren't faring much better: "The navigation system is temporarily down. We Eldar can no longer find the correct flight path."

"Due to the continued impact of this storm, most Eldar are unable to withstand the warp's erosion and have fallen into a deep sleep, barely surviving with the help of your Human Alliance's instruments. Now, the coordinates of the Star Sea have also been completely lost."

Fang Yun looked helpless and asked softly, "Is your Spirit Race really that fragile?"

Evelynn lowered her head slightly, her tone full of dejection: "Yes, in this long war, the Eldar have always been toyed with by the Warp God Pleasure, and they are no match for them no matter what."

After a brief pause, Evelynn continued, "This warp storm won't last long; it will dissipate in a year or two at most."

Killman immediately interrupted, his tone filled with undeniable urgency: "We can't wait a year or two."

"Primarch, the fleet has been repositioned."

Evelynn immediately sensed something was wrong: "This isn't a warp storm, it's psionic magic."

"Psionic magic? What kind of soul magic could have such terrifying power?" someone nearby couldn't help but ask in surprise.

Fang Yun's gaze turned solemn as he slowly asked, "Which is the most powerful psionic force in the entire universe?"

Everyone present felt a shiver run through them, and they all blurted out in unison, "The Lord of All Changes!"

"Guilliman, the nuclear fleet's deployment of psionic spells couldn't have been just to disrupt their lines!"

As the light flickered and shifted among the stars, signals from numerous fleets gradually reappeared on the radar map, but Guilliman instantly sensed something that chilled him to the bone.

Felus was not in the fleet. He and part of the fleet were forcibly separated from the main fleet and went beyond the detection range of the main warships. There were more than fifty warships in total, and they were completely separated from the main force.

"Ferrus, their target is you!" Guilliman suddenly gripped the communicator, his voice urgent as he warned.

Almost the instant the words were spoken, the fleet under Felus's command suddenly erupted with a deafening roar. Countless unfamiliar warships appeared out of thin air directly in front of the fleet, and before the Imperial fleet could react, their cannons were already brimming with deadly energy, unleashing a furious barrage of fire on Felus's lines.

He still relied on the Primarch's innate strategic talent and iron will to swiftly issue dispatch orders, calmly arrange troops, and accurately command the fleet to adjust its formation.

"This is the subspace, not the internet!"

Due to some unknown force, nearly fifty Imperial warships were forcibly torn apart from the main force cluster, separated from the network channel, and abruptly plunged into the perilous subspace.

Space was distorted, and chaotic ships swept in by the turbulent currents of the subspace were everywhere. Enemy and friendly ships were intertwined and constantly collided and tore apart, with the roar of cannons echoing throughout the void.

Countless demons poured out from the rifts in the warship and the warp rifts, determined to burn this isolated Imperial force to ashes.

Pia, clad in black power armor with gold patterns, gripped her explosive gun tightly. As a shield bearer, she bore the brunt of the attacks, the gunfire relentless. Each explosive shell, imbued with divine power, ignited clusters of psionic flames in the chaotic void.

In the chaotic and distorted warp, her black armor was always surrounded by a thin but steady layer of golden light. The Ultramarines and Battle Sisters around her were all blessed with a layer of holy protection. This barrier of holy light was enough to effectively resist the filth of the warp and the corruption of demons.

"For the Emperor! For our Lord! For the Empire! Fight for the People's Alliance!"

The nuns' shouts were powerful and stirring, their fighting spirit soaring as they fought with all their might to wipe out the suddenly attacking chaotic monsters.

Clad in blue and white armor and wielding a light power sword, Sefana moved nimbly through the monsters. As a candidate for sainthood, she was always the most dazzling one, her sharp blade slicing through the charging demons, while her left hand unleashed a continuous barrage of fire from her arc pistol. Blessed by divine power, she already possessed combat strength far exceeding that of ordinary warriors.

At this moment, the combat power and battlefield influence displayed by the two were no less than those of ordinary battle group leaders.

The sustained high-intensity combat was constantly depleting the divine essence of the two blessed nuns, and their holy power was rapidly dwindling.

The warp was the demons' home turf, forcing the Imperial army to band together for defense, which put them at an increasingly disadvantageous position in the battle.

The next instant, Ferrus descended from the sky, detached from the fleet flagship, and stepped directly onto the deck of the warship, which was ablaze with flames.

His appearance caused the Chaos Demons to quickly collapse, but then several Great Demons appeared in the Chaos army.

"They're waiting for Ferrus to come off the field!"

"Lord Felus, your condition is not suitable for participation in the battle!"

At that time, Feralus was still suffering from the residual effects of the warp storm, and his combat power was greatly weakened. Both his physical condition and his mental judgment were far from his peak.

Feralus cleaved a great demon in two with his sword and declared, "Now, only I can defeat them!"

The ship's interior was a series of meat grinders, and the deck had long since become a battleground between Astartes and the Chaos Demons, with the two sides locked in a fierce and protracted struggle.

More and more great demons are appearing, and their target is Felus.

Under the combined pressure of high-ranking demons and multi-headed archdemons, the Imperial front suffered repeated defeats and their decline became increasingly apparent. These powerful archdemons, born specifically to hunt Primarchs, formed teams and surrounded Felus, dragging him into a fierce battle and making it difficult for him to escape.

Seeing the Primarch surrounded, the Battle Sisters and the warriors of the various Astartes Chapters were extremely anxious and gathered their remaining strength to try to break through the demon blockade and rush to his aid.

Pia turned to Sefana beside her, her expression grave, and said in a deep voice, "I still retain the divine essence bestowed upon me by my Lord. Let us join forces and use our holy power to expel these great demons and save Ferus!"

Sefana nodded emphatically. A dazzling golden holy light suddenly erupted from their bodies as they charged side-by-side towards the horde of demons surrounding the Primarch. Wherever the intense holy light touched, the demons let out agonizing screams. The demons frantically hurled filthy and malevolent objects, their corrupting energy constantly colliding with the sacred domain, continuously eroding the two's holy power.

They exhausted their divine power, but only managed to affect these few great demons; they were unable to drive them away.

A lurking Slaanesh had already locked onto the exhausted Sefana and Pia. A strange psychic spell emanating from the Slaanesh's power suddenly erupted, instantly enveloping the two. The malevolent mental corruption frantically invaded their consciousness, triggering a violent mental backlash.

"The follower of the false emperor, a noble nun who calls herself a chaste woman, is in essence a slut."

Sefana is a candidate for sainthood among the younger generation, holding a high position, while Pia is the strongest melee shield of the living saint Celestine, holding a similarly high position; both are high-ranking nuns.

"Let me see who you degenerate into pleasure. Whoever it is, they will become sacrifices, my puppets."

The Slaanesh lewdly grinned. Battle nuns are the most devout among them. Ordinary nuns are allowed to marry for the Empire and have children after retiring due to old age or injury. However, before retirement, they must abstain from sex and remain chaste. This is the strictest doctrine. Once violated, they will quickly fall into depravity because they are contrary to the doctrine. They may even become the most unique sacrifices of the Slaanesh because of their special status.

The higher the level, the stronger the sense of alienation generated by this degenerate product.

Although Slaanesh believers can be coerced or misled, the impact is ultimately greater than that of a nun acting voluntarily. If the nun does not act voluntarily, it may even backfire.

She, he, or it, couldn't wait to turn them and their lovers into twisted, chaotic creatures.

This would be the most blasphemous act against the emperor.

The more devout one is, the more blasphemous one becomes, and the greater the contrast.

"No!"

Having exhausted their divine power, the two had little strength left to resist, and their thoughts were being swayed by intense emotions.

The psychic power from Slaanesh connects the two who once committed blasphemy, using Slaanesh's authority to pull them into Slaanesh's palace and recreate the past.

The original two sides were replicated, but the environment was Slaanesh's palace.

In that instant, Pia was transported to a scene from the past, the moment when she had become a paladin, galloping freely in an attempt to obtain holiness.

It was also Pia's most devout and important moment, one she could not resist.

Let them sink into the past, let them completely degenerate into a fallen saint who only knows how to ride.

"Pia!"

A seductive voice rang in my ears.

Then Pia looked up at the sky, and the entire sky was filled with images of Slaanesh.

The place where the mind resides is the palace of Slaanesh, and also the abode of power.

Pia was terrified.

Just then, the Slaanesh demon saw Pia's horse harness.

That was someone who was recreating a past existence with Pia, and it couldn't even be called a single person anymore.

It was a blazing sun.

The moment he looked directly at the sun, Slaanesh's soul was instantly ignited.

"Prince of Pleasure, save me..."

The great demon Slaanesh prayed frantically to Slaanesh, but only heard Slaanesh's shrieks.

Slaanesh can't save it!

"No, that's impossible!"

Slaanesh's palace shattered under the intense psychic power of the sun.

Deep within the void, Fang Yun frowned slightly, gazing at the chaotic subspace currents whose entirety could not be discerned, and murmured softly, "Exclusive powers, huh—how interesting."

In a fleeting moment, his consciousness was inexplicably drawn into a special mental realm, merging with Pia, who was trapped in danger within the illusion.

For a moment, he thought he had been ambushed by Slaanesh, but then he realized that it was Pia and Sefana who had been ambushed and that he had been implicated by the clues.

Going with the flow, Fang Yun went to that space and became the protagonist supporting Slaanesh's grand drama, only the script didn't follow Slaanesh's plan.

"So they fired two shots on Slaanesh's territory and then demolished the house?"

"How dare you try to see into my true nature! You have guts."

"It collapsed so easily? Or did they run away?"

"Power? Give it to me!"

"What about power?"

Just now, Fang Yun seized a portion of the power, a very small portion, but it disappeared immediately afterward.

"Is the trouble because the rules are different?"

Fang Yun slowly closed his eyes, using his own spiritual energy as a guide to accurately lock onto the spatial anchor point where the two nuns were located.

"Interesting, it actually meets the prerequisites for being chosen by God under certain special circumstances."

At this moment, Pia and Sefana's eyes rolled back. What was only a few seconds of stalemate outside had been several hours in their confused consciousness, during which their souls had been merging.

Of course, in Fang Yun's eyes, the two were like octopuses clinging to his sun, essentially craving spiritual energy. At this moment, their bodies were shimmering with golden light, a fundamental change resulting from the fusion of their souls and holy light.

"Oh God, Sun, Lord." That feeling of confronting divinity and the essence of their nature reached the very tip of their faith, giving them a powerful sense of spiritual satisfaction.

In the next instant, a vast and boundless divine power suddenly erupted from the two of them, sweeping across all directions.

"No—how could it be divine power—!"

The great demon Slaanesh, attempting to corrupt the two, let out a piercing shriek, his body instantly disintegrating into ashes under the scorching holy light.

Two abundant and profound divine powers simultaneously poured into their bodies, instantly replenishing their depleted essence. The two slowly opened their eyes, their fair cheeks flushed with a faint blush. They knew that they had just been blessed by misfortune and merged with our Lord, receiving another unexpected blessing.

His body was enveloped in a constant, steady, and powerful holy light.

"Is this all you can do?"

"Their foundation is still far from sufficient."

"In the end, they are merely the recipients of blessings, not the true chosen ones of God."

"I guess you could say I'm a lesser chosen one?"

Fang Yun withdrew his thoughts from the battlefield and pondered silently.

To date, the only truly complete and orthodox chosen ones are the sisters Anna and Celestine. The others have only received partial divine blessings and have not completed the chosen-upon ritual, thus they are unable to bear the full divine power.

If one forcibly uses the source to create chosen ones in batches, it will only accelerate the erosion and loss of one's own humanity.

This time, the intervention to infuse holy power into the two was originally intended to balance their own alienation and curb the decline of humanity; we must not put the cart before the horse.

"I see. Only by meeting many prerequisites can a qualified God be reliably chosen."

"Is this the root cause of the scarcity of chosen gods in the world?"

Fang Yun gradually figured out the Chosen Rules of the Warhammer world: strong faith, absolute loyalty, appropriate rituals, and divinely bestowed fusion are all shortcuts to becoming a Chosen One. The necessary adjustment is to add a little bit of the Origin.

In addition, one can forcibly create a chosen one even at the cost of a massive amount of source energy.

Just as Felus escaped the monsters' encirclement and was about to reunite with the two nuns, a cold and languid wave of psionic energy suddenly swept across the entire battlefield, instantly killing hundreds of Astartes monks.

The sudden change instantly drew all of Felus's attention.

A languid, feminine voice slowly echoed through the void: "My good brother who has been resurrected, after ten thousand years, you look—quite different."

The familiar, almost ingrained tone instantly ignited the rage that Felus had suppressed for millennia.

He whirled around, his teeth clenched, his eyes bloodshot: "Traitor! I will never forget your filthy, twisted face! Fulgrim! You despicable scoundrel who betrayed your father and slaughtered your own brothers, you pathetic slave who succumbed to desire and willingly became a enslaved god!"

From within the shadows of the void, the Primarch of the Ascended chuckled, his tone full of mockery and derision: "Ha, my stubborn and rigid old friend Gorgon. Ten thousand years of deathly slumber have not smoothed your edges; instead, they have made your obstinacy and hatred all the more glaring and laughable."

"Look at me now, wielding invincible power beyond the mundane. Why not cast off your pointless shackles and embrace eternal bliss with me?"

"We enjoy it together, at the same time."