Warhammer Cultivation: Cultivating the Tao Te Ching in the 40K Universe

The battlefield of István V fell into dead silence.

Even the wind dared not make a sound.

Horus looked at Saint Gilles, whose head was bowed and whose face was covered by golden hair, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

He knew he had won.

No one can remain rational in the face of this truth.

The pain of a collapsing faith is enough to destroy the mind of any Primarch.

If Saint Gilles wavered, even for just a moment, the nature of this war would change.

"Come on, brother."

Horus stretched out his hand, his voice full of seduction.

"Accept the truth."

"We don't need to betray humanity; we simply want to rebel against the tyrant who wants to devour us. Join us, and we can build a truly our own—"

"Are you finished?"

A deep voice interrupted Horus's grand pronouncements.

Saint Gilles kept his head down.

His voice was soft and calm.

It was as calm as the last ripple on the sea before a storm.

Horus frowned slightly.

Saint Gilles slowly raised his head.

In that moment.

Horus and Erda's pupils contracted simultaneously.

Because what they saw was no longer those compassionate and melancholy eyes.

Those were two flames.

Two orbs of pure, dazzling light, almost blinding...

"boom--!!!"

A golden beam of light, billions of times more terrifying than a stellar flare, pierced through the dark sky of István V, centered on Saint Gilles!

The light was so intense that it instantly vaporized the black sand and gravel within a radius of several kilometers, turning it into crystal-clear glass!

"This is impossible!"

Horus instinctively raised his hand to cover his eyes.

His power armor was alarming, indicating that the surrounding psionic energy level had exceeded the threshold and reached an immeasurable "mythical" level.

In this sky full of golden light.

Saint Gilles' body began to change.

The twelve pairs of pure white wings behind him burned, were reforged, and grew larger in the golden flames.

No longer feathers, but wings of light woven from the laws of nature!

Each feather of light seemed to be engraved with the ultimate truth of heaven and earth.

Behind the archangel, a golden phantom image, hundreds of feet tall, slowly rose up.

The face of the Buddha was blurred, yet it exuded a powerful aura of "saving the world".

The highest form that occurs when an archangel carries out their will to the extreme, triggering an essential resonance with the subspace.

Saint Gilles held the sword in his left hand and suddenly grabbed at the air with his right.

Countless golden particles gathered in his palm, forcibly distorting and compressing the rules of space.

A spear with an ancient design and flowing liquid golden light appeared out of thin air.

Saint Gilles hovered in mid-air, his wings of light blotting out the sun.

A real sun rose in the night sky above István 5.

He looked down at Horus and Erda below.

“Every single word you just said.”

Saint Gilles' voice was like a resounding bell, making the earth tremble.

"I don't believe it at all."

"What?!" Erda stared at him in disbelief. "That's the truth! That's your origin! Are you going to deny your mother?"

Saint Gilles looked at her coldly, his eyes devoid of any warmth, only a resolute determination to sever all ties.

"Hector once taught me a principle, an ultimate principle for anyone, regardless of their path, in cultivating both mind and body."

Saint Gilles slowly pointed his spear at the two of them.

"The mind is the master of the body."

"What the heart expresses is intention."

"Nothing exists outside the mind."

"There is no reason outside of one's own mind!"

As these four words of truth were uttered, the "future illusions" created by Horus and the "past shadows" brought by Ildar shattered instantly, like a mirror struck by a hammer!

"You're showing me the future, but that's a nightmare that hasn't even happened yet."

“Look over there, that’s just dead ashes that’s been sealed away.”

“You are trying to shake my heart with these ‘external things’, with these things that do not exist in the ‘present’.”

Saint Gilles took a step forward, and golden steps appeared from the void beneath his feet.

"But in my heart."

"I only felt my father's tireless efforts for humanity! I only felt the Dao Lord's defying fate for all living beings!"

"I only remember the expectation in my father's eyes when I swore allegiance to him. I only remember the burning passion in my heart when I wielded my sword for humanity!"

"This is my 'reason'! This is my 'way'!"

The archangel's spear locked onto Horus, his tone turning chillingly cold.

"As for you, Horus."

"Your so-called 'for survival,' your so-called 'for the brothers.'"

"You choose to do evil now because you are afraid of a possible future. You choose to betray because you are afraid of being abandoned!"

"This is not wisdom, this is cowardice!"

"My heart tells me that you are lying, you are doing evil, and you are pushing humanity into the abyss!"

"What you've done is exactly what the Dao Lord used to describe the methods of the Chaos Evil God—"

"To reverse cause and effect will only sow discord among people!"

"This is enough."

"The rest of the so-called truths will fall to my sword..."

"It's all an illusion!!!"

These words completely negate all the logical edifice constructed by Erda and Horus.

In the idealistic universe of the subspace, when the will of a demigod is strong enough to distort reality...

What he believed was the only truth.

Since I don't believe it, then it must be fake.

Since my heart has condemned you to sin, then you are guilty!

"Madman... Hector has turned you into an idealistic madman!"

Horus gritted his teeth.

"It's no use talking more."

Saint Gilles stopped talking nonsense.

He rejected the debate based on "logic" and chose the judgment based on "belief".

A golden meteor streaked across the black wasteland.

With a flap of its wings, Saint Gilles broke the sound barrier and the constraints of space in an instant.

The spear of Bigong, carrying a world-destroying power capable of piercing stars and destroying all things, transformed into a golden aurora and pierced straight at Horus!

This attack was delivered without any restraint.

This strike was divine wrath, divine punishment, and Saint Gilles's all-out attack in accordance with his own "Dao Heart"!

Horus never expected that after playing the trump card of "his mother," Saint Gilles would become even stronger and more unreasonable.

Faced with the charge of this supreme being in the galaxy, even a powerful warrior like Erda dared not be careless in the slightest, and he disappeared long ago.

"Then come on!"

Horus roared, and the Terminator armor spewed out billowing black mist.

He raised his right hand, wielding the lightning claw "Claw of Horus," while swinging his left hand, wielding the massive warhammer "Boundary Breaker."

A fallen warlord and a raging angel.

On the shattered earth of István V, they collided violently.

“Rumble——!!!”

The first substantial shockwave, centered on the two individuals, swept across the entire Urgar lowlands.

The earth collapsed and lava erupted.

The battle between brothers has officially begun.

Chapter 536 Angel vs. War General (Part 1)

Time seemed to stand still aboard the Istvan V at this moment.

The howling winds, the swirling black sand, and even the propagation of light all came to a physical halt due to the collision of the energy fields of these two galactic apex beings.

"The Spear of Bigong"—this weapon that was once pressed against the Wolf King's chest—is now empowered by the Archangel with "mental imagery." The tip no longer contains simple material particles, but a power capable of piercing through all laws.

Since you've shown me a false future, and since you've told me about a false past.

I will use this spear to pierce through these layers of lies that are wrapped around the truth!

"Break for me!!!"

Saint Gilles' roar did not travel through the air, but rather exploded directly in the depths of the souls of living beings in the form of psionic waves.

Horus did not retreat in the face of the attack that pierced through the stars.

Or rather, as a war commander, as a “new king” crowned by the Four Gods in a certain sense, pride does not allow him to retreat even half a step.

In Horus's Eye of Truth, the approaching golden light was reflected. He suddenly raised his right arm, and the power claw, flowing with black-gold divine blood, roared with the power of the warp, and grabbed at the tip of the spear with perfect precision.

The black and gold lightning coiled around it was not only the power of chaos, but also the domineering divine power born from Horus's fusion of his "warlord authority" with the blessings of the four gods.

The golden "dispelling illusions" and the black gold "domination".

The tip of the needle is facing the wheat awn.

"boom--!!!"

At that moment, the sound disappeared.

The high-energy reaction unleashed by this attack instantly annihilated all media in the surrounding air into a plasma state within 0.01 seconds of contact.

Without a medium, sound waves cannot be transmitted.

The world fell into a brief, deathly silence.