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The fuel barrels filled with chromium were piled up haphazardly in various corners of the warehouse. The pungent smell of the fuel evaporated into the air, but it did not affect the Secret Box Cult members who were holding a ceremony in the slightest.

Zane placed the ancient book in front of him and slowly opened it. The text on it was twisted and strange, unlike the High Gothic language of the Empire. These characters did not belong to any known language, not even the Eldar script or the teachings of the Mechanicus.

But it has a kind of magic that allows people to glean some vague information from it, which then becomes clearer and clearer, and the content gradually moves into areas that no one has ever publicly touched before.

When Zain was still a scholar, he found this book in the corner of his cupboard while tidying up. When he opened the first page, he was captivated by the knowledge within.

In an attempt to uncover the secrets, Zane began collecting materials to verify knowledge that no one in the Empire had ever practiced before. However, his plan was soon forced to a halt, as even materials and symbols from ancient texts were considered taboo within the Empire.

Just then, a highly respected colleague found him, told him about the deeds of the Lord of Change, and invited him to this space dock far from the center of the Empire to verify his conjecture.

He accepted the other party's suggestion and also accepted the invitation to read the ancient book. This is also the origin of the Secret Box Cult: a sect that gathered together a group of seekers with almost no potential for warp magic in order to pursue the knowledge of the Lord of Change.

Zane opened the tome and placed it in the rune-filled magic circle in front of him. In the center of the circle, Desmond, who had been used as the key to the warp portal, lay on the ground, unconscious.

For many years, Zain had been troubled by his lack of psionic potential. Even when he tried to modify his body according to the rituals in the scriptures, all he got was a light that was not even a small spark in the warp.

The psionic energy of the key before us is more than enough; it can not only attract the servants of the Lord of Change from the warp, but it has never undergone training in controlling psionic energy.

With just a little external force, a gentle push, the balance of power within the opponent's body can be completely disrupted.

"At this moment, one of the myriad eyes will open!"

Zain's chanting began.

The distorted text on the pages lit up, and the runes below also emitted an indigo light. At this moment, the spiritual power within Desmond's body also lost control, attempting to harmonize the soul frequency of this mortal with the fluctuations of a demonic realm somewhere in the subspace.

The entire warehouse began to ripple, colored grease seeped from the cracks in the floor, the words on the books crawled out of the pages like earthworms on the ground, and even the light from the overhead lights was distorted into wavy shapes.

The familiar voices from the ceremony reached his ears, and Zain could only see himself getting closer and closer to the contents of the book.

Electromagnetic rifle bullets fired from the entrance penetrated the area that had already begun to be affected by the warp, but under the distortion of the warp forces, these bullets were either slowed down to a crawl or twisted in the air before hitting the walls.

Am I late or not?

Rhodes led his Marines into the warehouse. The Secret Box Cult members guarding the entrance were already lying around the corner. Most of them had been pierced through the head and heart by electromagnetic rifles, while a few unlucky ones had their spines broken by the medics' isolation shields.

The believers who were watching the ceremony also realized what was happening and quickly took cover behind cover, drawing their weapons and starting to fight back.

A stray bullet that ricocheted off the wall grazed Rhodes' nose, leaving a bloody gash on his cheek. The medic behind Rhodes immediately raised his isolation shield to shield him, while quickly treating his wound with medical instruments. Meanwhile, Aria swiftly raised her gun from behind the shield and shot down a cultist who tried to fire in their direction.

Several gunshots rang out from the second-floor platform. The believers stationed on the second floor of the warehouse also jumped over the railing and fell straight down from the second floor. Then, the Reaper squad responsible for cutting off the other entrance appeared on the platform.

"Who else disagrees!"

A rifleman at the forefront slammed the butt of his rifle to his side, crushing the skull of a cultist hiding behind a pipe. He then opened fire on Zain, who was performing a ceremony.

However, the warping of reality in the warp reduced the power of these Marines' bullets by several levels. Only one or two bullets could cross the barrier of the warp and were then blocked by some kind of invisible protection on Zane's body.

As a result, Zain sped up his chanting, and his body was distorted by the energy of the warp due to the forced acceleration of the ritual. But he didn't care. As long as he could complete this plan, he was sure he could gain even the slightest bit of the Lord of Change's approval.

No, we need even more intense firepower.

Although the specific effects of the ritual are unclear, it's certain that having Tzeentch's followers finish reading the prayer slip is not a good thing.

Rhodes caught a glimpse of several barrels of tungsten not far from Zane. He silently prayed for Desmond, who was lying on the ground, hoping that the other man was tough enough. Then, he immediately retreated behind cover and turned on his communicator.

"Reaper! Aim at the metal barrel in the middle and throw the grenade! Everyone else, take cover!"

Several round cluster grenades were thrown down from the second-floor platform, hitting the warehouse wall before bouncing back to the vicinity of the chromium barrels hanging in mid-air below the platform, making a crisp landing sound.

Flames, a shockwave, and a deafening roar erupted from the grenade's point of impact; the immense power blasted several nearby believers into pieces.

Even the warp of the warp, which was not yet fully integrated with reality, could not absorb all the power of the fuel explosion. Zane, who was still chanting incantations, was directly knocked to the ground by the shockwave. The words crawling on the ground quickly shrank back onto the paper, and the light of the runes on the ground also quickly dimmed.

"You...you..." Zain got up from the ground, looking at the interrupted ceremony in front of him, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

Just a little bit more, just a little bit more, and I would be able to complete the ritual in that book and fully enter the realm of the Lord of All Changes.

Rhodes peeked out from behind the cover and glanced at Zane lying on the ground, as well as Desmond, who had also been rolled several times on the ground by the blast.

Hmm, the power was just right. Although the few Chaos believers who were nearby had already started to cosplay as Shang Yang, and that little devil was also blown up and covered in blood, he still seemed to be breathing.

The medic will treat him later; he should be able to survive.

Once the remaining believers are dealt with, the current crisis should be resolved.

Just as Rhodes was thinking this, a faint laugh came from the air. The laugh did not come from reality, but seemed to be the laughter of countless different faces, broken down into individual syllables.

Make up the difference!