Plunder the Heavens from Warhammer

Chapter 137 40K The Last Eunuch

The psychics who were being guarded in the cell and wearing fully automatic confession devices suddenly seemed to sense something. They changed from bowing their heads in prayer to suddenly looking up and staring outside.

The inspector from the Ministry of Justice naturally discovered this phenomenon, but being stared at by dozens of people with completely unfocused eyes, dilated pupils, bloodshot eyes, and bulging veins, made his heart subconsciously stop for half a second, and he immediately realized what was wrong!
But before he could react and issue a warning, he saw flames gushing out of all the psychics' bodies.

Those flames are not flames that actually exist in the physical universe, but projections of waves from the warp. Usually, they are only a sign that a psychic is about to be swallowed by the warp.

But...who has ever seen a scene where dozens of psychics go berserk at once?

Anyway, this inspector from the Ministry of Justice had never seen such a "gorgeous" and "beautiful" scene in his life.

boom--! ! !
The earth-shattering explosion was mixed with the wails of the psychics!
One, two. Then, three, four, until all forty-seven psychics imprisoned in one room were swallowed up by the warp and exploded!
The inspector from the Ministry of Justice was still in disbelief until the last second of his life.

Why did the fully automatic confession device fail?
Galken, who was sitting in the dome temple of the Upper Nest State Religion, looked up at the surging spiritual energy ignited in the Middle Nest from above, opened his lips slightly, and uttered a soft sound: "BOOM!"

Then, his expression gradually turned into a grim smile: "Hahahahahaha. Do you like the gifts I gave you? Don't worry, this is just the first surprise!"

Why do fully automatic confession devices go wrong?
Of course, it was because he had already made some secret changes and replaced part of the Emperor's Words with the Warp Summoning Technique.

Even the playback time, frequency, and when to achieve the best effect are carefully calculated.

The purpose is to let the proud Emperor Angels experience what it means to be schemed by mortals at this moment.

"Hahahaha"

Defiant, sarcastic, and mocking laughter echoed in front of the shattered statue of the Emperor.

Galken stepped on the broken statue of the Emperor, holding the Emperor's Maxims in his hand, his face full of mockery: "Look, your people, your proud angels, are nothing but my ridiculous pawns, and you are just a false god after all! Rotten meat sitting on the golden throne!"

He laughed heartily, as if he wanted to vent all the grievances he had suffered over the years.

"I have accomplished something!"

"I shed so much blood for the empire! Why do I have to suffer that kind of torture in my old age?!"

"It doesn't matter. I understand now. There is no emperor. You are already dead. The great Lord of Change is my choice!"

Galken acted like a madman, singing and dancing.

His plan was rewarded by the 'Lord of Change', and he further shed his human appearance.

The feeling of weakness completely disappeared. He could clearly feel that his arms had become stronger, his legs were full of explosive power, his skin was as tough as iron, and every breath he took could cause the surrounding air to vibrate. This was the treatment a 'hero' should enjoy! "Great Lord of Change, I will show you a more exciting plan next!"

Galken waved his arms as if conducting a symphony, deeply immersed in it, unable to extricate himself.

The surging psychic energy, mixed with the painful screams of the psychics, gathered into the sharpest spear, directly shattering the already fragile barrier of the material universe here!

In a flash, the terrifying rift expanded to a diameter of several hundred meters, almost covering half of the gathering place!
The edge of the crack burning with psychic flames seemed to be attracted by the cracks in the upper nest, and there were signs that they were connected to each other. The evil intentions of the Most High flowing out of it were like an endless, raging and violent tsunami, washing away the spirit and will of everyone, even the Astartes!
At this moment, the person who suffered the most was Alvin.

He was originally an 'Eta-class' psychic. Although he was restrained by the 'necklace' given by Aruman, he could not easily withstand the impact of the hundreds of meters long subspace rift.

boom!
Alvin's pupils suddenly lost focus, and his whole body seemed to be forcibly dragged into the "vortex" by a force.

In that chaotic and disordered warp space filled with evil, he was as small as a grain of sand, yet he could feel malicious glances from all directions, even from four pairs of eyes.

On the endless rainbow plateau, there are crystal walls made up of madness and despair, pain and hope, and countless thoughts and greed. Deep in the huge maze, there are constantly changing and distorted faces all over the body, and the eyes on each face seem to be staring at his fragile soul.

Whether it was a sidelong glance, curiosity, sneer, or mockery, they all emitted a myriad of subtly different but utterly different tones.

The sound was very fragmented, yet it could penetrate deeply into the soul.

It was like scratching an itch through a shoe, corroding it bit by bit, penetrating deep into Alvin's bones and causing him unbearable pain.

But in a flash, his soul was pulled to the bloody plain again.

On a base piled up like a hill with bloodstained corpses and skulls was a huge brass throne.

A bloody figure wearing a huge winged helmet and finely crafted plate armor cast a glance at him from the base hill made of countless skulls. The glance was without any emotion or meaning, as if he was simply looking at him indifferently.

Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The sound of drums shook the sky like spring thunder, and resounded across the desolate blood-red plain!

He saw that at the edge of the horizon, there rose a huge wall that seemed to be connected to the sky. Its deep red and black color looked as if it was covered with blood. Sharp iron spears were inserted all over the top of the wall, stretching from one end of the sky to the other, like an endless blood-red ladder to heaven!
Countless soul-stirring wails and screams, mixed with the deafening drumbeats, seemed to be composed into a crazy war song!
Then, Alvin knelt on one knee in agony, his teeth almost broken, enduring the war song that was dragging him into madness and killing every moment, and his will was almost lost.

He saw an even more shocking scene. It was a huge demon with blood-red bat wings, a body as big as a hill, deformed and thick horns, and a hideous face. It came to Alvin under the gaze of the master of the brass throne, wielding an axe and an iron whip.

"I am the Blood God's follower, Skaage!"

The demon's name was 'Skaeggi'. With blood-red eyes like lanterns, he glared at the tiny Alvin and roared like a storm: "I challenge you to an honorable duel, coward!!!"

Damn it, do you have to hold a grudge like that?!
After all, he is one of the four supreme gods, but I had to remember this word "coward" for nearly fifty chapters!
In spite of the pain, Alvin made up his mind that if he continued to talk nonsense again, he would castrate himself and become the first eunuch in 40K!
Good fortune never comes alone, and misfortune never comes alone
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(End of this chapter)