Warhammer: The Time Traveler

Chapter 370 The Great Chaos Demon (Fifth Update)
The piercing psionic alarms and mandatory notifications of the safety protocols spread throughout the Eternal Expedition's command chain almost as soon as the navigator completed that horrific transformation.

On Chen Yu's sensor array and Sigismund's tactical display screen, the Navigator Spire's logo instantly changed from green, representing safety, to a constantly flashing scarlet, representing extreme threats.

Without any communication, the two understood what had happened—the worst had occurred.

Sigismund reacted with lightning speed.

He immediately issued the highest priority orders to the Templar squad stationed near the spire via an encrypted channel.

A squad of fully armed Black Templar Space Marines arrived at the magnificent and imposing gates of the Navigator's Spire in the first instance, with well-trained combat steps.

The design of the Navigator's Spire now highlights its rudimentary practicality.

It is not merely a luxurious residence that grants navigators privileges and privacy, nor simply an isolation zone established out of fear of mutants.

At this moment, it has become a crucial barrier protecting the entire warship from the spread of internal chaotic contamination.

This door, forged from refined gold and reinforced ceramic steel and engraved with faint protective runes, is striving to fulfill its final and most crucial duty—to temporarily seal the nascent, malevolent being inside.

However, the sounds of impact and energy booming coming from inside the door clearly indicated that the barrier could not last.

The fallen navigator—or rather, the being that possessed his body—was completely infused with surging chaotic fel energy.

It is no longer the struggling old man, but a twisted, powerful monster filled with destructive desires.

Each impact on the door was accompanied by the piercing groan of metal and the violent flashing of energy runes, and even tiny cracks with an ominous green glow began to appear on the door panel.

The screams coming from behind the door were no longer those of humans, but a blasphemous sound that was a mixture of bird shrieks and demonic growls.

The warriors of the Black Templar stood silently in defensive formation before the gate, their explosive rifles cocked and their chainswords clanging.

They knew all too well that if this door were breached and the monster were to rush into the ship's internal passageways, the consequences would be unimaginable.

They must come here and bring this chaotic creation to a complete end, even if it costs them their lives.

The tense atmosphere froze in the corridor, each second feeling like an eternity.

Just as the Black Templar warriors completed their defensive formation, the hammers of their bomb muskets were cocked, and the serrated teeth of their chainswords began to spin at high speed—

The heavy doors of the Navigator's Spire shattered completely from the inside out with a deafening explosion! Not by being smashed open, but by being utterly annihilated by an indescribable shockwave that mixed substantial energy with pure malice.

The flying metal fragments seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, eerily suspended in mid-air, before being twisted and melted by an even stronger force.

The presence that emerged from the breach sent shivers down even the most battle-hardened and steadfast Black Templar warriors' spines.

It was a bird-headed, human-bodied monster with a hunched back, but the pressure emanating from its very existence far exceeded the scope of ordinary chaotic creations.

It was surrounded by a visible, ever-changing fel energy aura, and its outstretched wings were not physical objects, but rather composed of distorted warp energy and illusory fragments of feathers.

What's most mind-blowing is that its body—from its neck to its wing membranes, and then to its limbs covered in blue-purple scales—is densely covered with eyeballs of various shapes and sizes.

These eyes darted around frantically, their pupils reflecting different, horrific, and blasphemous images. Just by making eye contact with a fraction of those countless eyes, an indescribable mental pollution would surge forth like a tangible tide.

The soldiers felt countless cold, viscous gazes pierce through their power armor, imprinting themselves directly on their souls.

The blasphemous whispers did not travel through the air, but resounded directly within their brains, becoming an unshakeable noise.

Even more frightening is that bizarre fragments of knowledge, which do not belong to the real universe, are forcibly intruding into their consciousness.

The moment the warrior standing at the very front met the gaze of a giant, bloodshot eye, dense, pale blue downy hairs emitting a faint spiritual light sprouted at the seams of the shoulder armor of his power armor at a speed visible to the naked eye!

This terrifying mutation happened in an instant, proving the true nature of what was before them—it was a Chaos Demon, a truly terrifying entity from the depths of the warp, which ordinary weapons could not deal with.

The Chaos Demon let out a howl that mixed bird cries and abyssal echoes. Its wings, filled with eyeballs, flapped violently, and metal fragments suspended in the air rained down on the Black Temple's lines.

The battle erupted instantly amidst the despair of being at an absolute disadvantage.

The defenses built by the Black Templars with their iron will proved as fragile as paper before the unparalleled power of the Chaos Archmages.

They roared in the names of the Emperor and Dorne, raining down bombs and chainswords flashing with deadly arcs, yet none of this posed a real threat to the blasphemous being.

The Great Demon merely waved its wings, which were made of energy and illusions, and the chaotic evil energy it stirred up detonated the bomb in mid-air. The resulting shockwave sent several warriors flying.

With a casual sweep of its claws, the precision-engineered power armor was torn apart like thin tin, shattering the body inside as well.

A warrior roared and charged, his chainsaw slashing down, but it only sparked a string of sparks on the scaled limbs of his opponent before the blade was easily seized, and the man and sword were crushed into a twisted mixture of metal and flesh.

In just a few breaths, several more loyal warriors fell in pools of blood; their sacrifice did not even slow down the Great Demon's advance.

The remaining Black Sanctuaries were forced to retreat step by step, desperately resisting by utilizing the structure of the corridors.

The roar of blasters, the howl of chainsaws, and the shouts of warriors mingled together, but could not drown out the soul-chilling shrieks and blasphemous whispers emanating from the bird-headed monster.

The air was filled with the smells of blood, ozone, and the sweet, decaying odor unique to subspace energy.

The defenses are crumbling.

If this great demon were to break through to a wider area inside the ship, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Just as the remaining Black Templar warriors were about to be driven to the brink of despair, and the Chaos Demon's blasphemous claws were about to tear apart the last line of defense—

Heavy, swift footsteps echoed from the end of the passage, like the beating of war drums.

A dark figure, like lightning tearing through the shadows, suddenly burst onto the battlefield.

It was Sigismund, the Supreme Marshal of the Black Templar, who arrived on the battlefield at the crucial moment.

(End of this chapter)