Warhammer 40 Spring: Loyalty of the Multiverse

Chapter 26 The Excitement of the Japanese
“But… what about America…” Just as everyone was immersed in the exciting atmosphere of the empire’s imminent rise, a weak voice broke the pleasant mood.

The Prime Minister glared at him instantly, and the crowd parted to make way for the person who had spoken.

"Bagya Road!"

Just as the Prime Minister was about to speak, a young male member of parliament, quick to notice, suddenly rushed out from the crowd, grabbed the man by the collar, and slammed him against the wall.

"You traitor! You have disgraced our heroic ancestors! Those damned white pigs only thought of themselves when they were building the Wall of Life. Look at them! Five years have passed, and our Wall of Life has only just begun construction, less than 50 meters high, and many parts haven't even started. The plan has already been scrapped. But for America's so-called plan for the safety of all mankind, our economy and manpower have been completely drained. If it weren't for this opportunity bestowed by Amaterasu, our Great Fusang Kingdom would be utterly destroyed."

The Prime Minister calmly walked over and patted the member of parliament on the shoulder. Upon seeing that it was the Prime Minister, the member of parliament immediately released his hand and retreated back into the crowd.

Surprisingly, the Prime Minister did not get angry. Instead, he gently helped the middle-aged MP, who had been pinned to the table, to his feet and straightened his disheveled clothes.

"This is not your fault. You enjoyed the happiest decade of your life during that glorious period, but America's despicable behavior and the cowardice of those members of Congress disappointed you. But I assure you that such times will never come again. Now, with the opportunity bestowed upon us by Amaterasu, we will recreate the Great East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere. This time, we will place it at the pinnacle of the world, launch a holy war even larger than that of 80 years ago, and bring the entire world under the rule of our Great Fusang Empire. Our revival will be achieved in one fell swoop."

The surrounding councilors, especially the younger ones, stared with fanaticism. The young male councilor who had initiated the attack raised his hands and shouted fervently, "Heavyweight black card! Banzai!!"

"Onboard!"

"Onboard!"

"Onboard!"

……

The bomb guns roared in unison, riddling the demon Papatir with holes. In the original Warhammer universe, due to the presence of warp chaos, the bombs fired from the bomb guns couldn't penetrate his body and explode after hitting him; they would just remain embedded in his skin like nails, and sometimes they would even be squeezed out by his bulging muscles.

But now, with the disappearance of warp power, the demon Papatil's power is no longer as strong, and explosive bombs can easily penetrate his body and explode.

The demon Papatil reacted quickly to the attack, then flapped its fleshy wings and leaped into the air, but the gun barrel still came flying with the wind.

When the demon Papatil, who had reached mid-air, tried to fly into the surrounding buildings to hide,

His gaze inadvertently swept down to the ancient building below, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

That killing power.

Unlike the chaotic soul power inherent in the subspace, this power is a purely destructive force.

Moreover, it was the result of nearly a hundred million killings. This power, like sand forming a tower, remained concentrated and unyielding, shrouding the ancient building. Tracing its source, it was locked onto the memorial tablets that had been scattered all over the ground.

As a demon whose existence in the warp has been measured in millennia, he had witnessed many such massacres. But those were all large-scale battles, with large numbers of demons fighting amongst themselves, which was time-consuming!
But now, all of this belongs to him, a demon. And it all happened in an instant!

“Hahhahahahaha——”

With a burst of wild laughter, he suddenly raised the magic greatsword high in his hand. He instantly mobilized the last bit of power in his body, and the attacks that were fired at him no longer had any resistance and passed straight through his body.

Chaotic power condensed within his body, followed by a massive and violent shockwave that spread outwards.

Wherever it passed, dust billowed and flowers danced wildly. Even the windows of the surrounding buildings shattered. Some pedestrians, unaware of what was happening, were knocked to the ground by the sudden shockwave. As glass shattered, the injured screamed in alarm, and people scattered in all directions to escape.

Meanwhile, Papatir, who was in mid-air, had one leg completely smashed and broken, and a large hole opened in his abdomen, leaving only flesh and blood connecting them.

But now the bombs that were fired at it have all stopped around it, unable to move an inch.

His blood-red, murderous eyes looked down at the seraphs below, as if they were ants. He even entertained the thought that he might as well sit on the bronze throne himself.

The next moment, his flesh and blood instantly recovered, and various fleshy strands, like parasites inside a mantis, began to intertwine, condense, and merge into one piece.

It closed its eyes, savored the sensation for a moment, and then its eyes filled with surprise.

Because this world has no subspace, although the souls of the nearly thousand years of slaughter have long since disappeared, the negative emotional energy left behind by the killings has still formed a certain amount of energy that remains in this world and attaches itself to some objects and buildings.

"If it wipes out all the humans in this world, it could very well become the most powerful demon under the Brass Throne."

Thinking this, he felt the attack from below again, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips. Although his strength had been reduced by more than half, the negative energy from the killing had stabilized his power.

However, those magical ranged attacks had disappeared, leaving only melee attacks and his powerful physique.

The air shook violently, then a sonic boom echoed as it slashed towards Quan Tiehua.

This is the culprit who brought it to its current state. Since we don't even know if we can go back, let's just kill him.

Quan Tiehua leaped forward, but his speed was no match for the attack. His left shoulder armor was instantly sliced ​​off, along with a large patch of flesh on his shoulder.

If he hadn't reacted quickly, he probably would have been chopped off diagonally from the right shoulder. He would have been cut in two.

However, the demon Papatil reacted even faster, and after slashing the ground, he suddenly launched himself upwards.

It ripped a large hole in Quan Tiehua's power backpack, causing sparks to fly everywhere.

This scene instantly made the surrounding seraphim feel as if they had arrived on the golden throne.

The captain, Aphros, wielded his power sword, which glowed blue, and with a sudden diagonal slash, blocked the demon Papatil's third attack.

Quan Tiehua ignored it, but he was panicking as he felt the increasing heat from the power backpack on his back.

"Help me quickly."

As he spoke, he charged toward the nearest technical sergeant, while Gers drew his chainsaw sword and joined the melee attack.

As a descendant of White Scar, coupled with a century of combat experience, his speed is arguably the fastest in the entire regiment.

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(End of this chapter)