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"Stop! You! Now!"

John immediately rushed between the two men and blocked the bullet with his body.

Although neither the explosive bombs nor the darts could be blocked by the human body, John's attitude still calmed the two of them down a lot.

"I heard you were held hostage, so I came all the way to rescue you. Look what you did? Get out of the way!"

The unkempt cult agent shouted, motioning John to come over.

"Damon, we have reached a cooperation, and the information you received is outdated." John explained, turning his head and signaling Narek to remain restrained.

The bolter in the Word Bearer's hand slowly dropped down. Another cult agent, apparently an Immortal. Could those damn aliens have already artificially created Immortals?

He recalled his conversation with Eldrad Uslan, who had recruited him to fight against the Cabal, the aliens who were plotting in the shadows and achieving their disgusting goals.

Although Narek didn't like Uslan either, compared to these guys, the Eldar was still okay.

Seeing that the black bolter was no longer aimed at his head, the cult agent Damon also moved his star pistol away. If he had a choice, he really didn't want to fight with a Space Marine in such an environment.

Although he is also an immortal, the taste of death is really unpleasant.

The three of them slowly approached at John's signal, but Narek and Damon were still wary of each other.

"What are you doing here? I'm carrying out my mission." John asked with a frown.

"Why? You ask me why I'm here? Don't you know the numbers? Your progress is so slow that the elders in the secret sect are a little worried. They sent me to monitor you and urge you on."

Another bastard who betrayed humanity, the Word Bearer thought to himself, resisting the urge to kill him.

"They asked me to tell you that Vulkan must die for the future of the galaxy. According to our prophecy, Vulkan will return to Terra and become the last guardian of the throne world. We can't let this happen. The situation must develop as we planned." Damon said.

He pointed to the black package in John's arms, inside which was hidden a weapon capable of killing immortals - a lightning stone spear, which contained the psychic power of the Emperor of Mankind.

"Using it can completely kill Vulkan and prevent him from being resurrected again, then the things we saw in the prophecy will not happen again."

Damon scratched his scalp. His messy hair was covered with dandruff. He was a little confused. The situation was not what he knew.

"Originally our plan was to hand this thing over to the Night Haunter, who would kill Vulkan himself. We foresaw that he would start a massacre in Macragge and create great chaos, but when I got here I found that everything was different from what the prophet told us."

Of course John knew what the other party was talking about. Conrad Curze only caused a storm, but was suppressed by Guilliman and Lion. Even now, he didn't know where Midnight Haunter was being imprisoned, and even his telepathic ability could not sense anything.

"Why did you kill Vulkan instead of other Primarchs, such as Lorgar the Word Bearer?"

Narek's voice rang out from the speaker of his tactical helmet, and he wanted to know why Vulkan was their target.

"In order for Horus to win this war, Vulkan's existence is related to the ending of Terra. According to the prophecy, he will be the backup of the Emperor of Mankind. We don't know what the tyrant is planning, but it is always right to destroy his plan."

"We must make this war of betrayal more tragic. It would be best if the human race is completely extinct. Once humans are extinct, without the huge amount of life emotions to support them, the subspace will no longer be able to make large-scale interventions in the real universe."

Damon said nonchalantly, twirling his Eldar Shuriken pistol.

"Young man, I wonder if you have experience in putting out fires. If you want to put out a wildfire, there is a method that goes beyond the inertia of thinking, which is to [fight fire with fire]. Horus' victory and the extinction of mankind will become the fire that the cult needs, allowing Chaos to be burned out at its climax."

"If the only thing required to save the galaxy is sacrificing humans, then it's a pretty good deal."

Narek narrowed his eyes under the helmet. He could not tolerate this human-looking guy sentencing his own race to death with such a casualness.

If the person who said this was an alien, he would not be so completely angry, because the two people have completely different positions, but Damon is a human being, at least he looks like a human being.

John, who was standing by, couldn't help but grit his teeth after hearing Damon's words. He was struggling violently inside, and the pain of being torn apart made his expression grim.

He remembered what the Eldar named Eldgradd Ulslan had said to him when he first came to the surface of Macragge.

The other party hoped that he would stop working for the cult and do something that he really wanted to do and that would benefit the race in his miserable life.

"I don't want to kill Vulkan. He is a Primarch. He should play his role in this precarious moment for humanity. A Primarch is more important than an ordinary person in any case."

"I have to wake Vulkan up, or at least restore him from his madness. A mad Primarch is no different from being dead."

"And if I go against the will of the cult, those damned aliens will definitely kill me completely, the kind that even my immortal ability can't save me from."

John thought to himself that this might cost him his life, but was it important to him?

He had lived too long. When he was fighting on Iwo Jima during World War II, he met aliens who called themselves the Esoteric Cult. They recruited him and took him away from the earth. Thirty thousand years had exhausted all his passion for life.

It seems like a good idea to be able to contribute to humanity in the last moments of your life.

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The unkempt Damon leaned against the ancient stone brick wall, took out a cigarette from somewhere on his body, and fired a shot at the cigarette butt with his dart pistol. The single-molecule-thick film that shot out ignited it.

"Give me one."

John moved closer, and in the darkness, only the cigarette butt was flickering a faint light on Damon's body.

"This thing alone gives me the same feeling as it did 30 years ago when I was fighting a tough battle on Iwo Jima and only smoking one of these a day would make me relax a little."

John took a deep puff, and in just a few puffs, the burning spark had burned up the entire cigarette.

He coughed violently a few times to adjust to the overly spicy taste.

"Damon, if we want to complete the mission, we have to do it ourselves. After all, there is no Primarch we can rely on now."

"Let me kill Vulkan with that lightning stone short spear."

The other Immortal agent just looked at him with suspicion. Although the relationship between them was not very good, as one of the only humans in the secret cult, it was still acceptable.

The Immortal agent, who was older than John, sensed something was amiss.

"My gut tells me you're about to do something stupid, John, and that gut tells me I'm wrong."

There was a gleam in Damon's eyes, making it hard to tell whether he was supporting or opposing.

"Those bigwigs in the secret sect specifically asked me to watch you to prevent you from doing something stupid at the critical moment. Now it seems that they are right."

John shook his head firmly.

"Why do you speculate about me like this? We have long been traitors to humanity. We have done too many things that hurt humanity over the past tens of thousands of years. For the sake of our master of the secret sect, this time we will commit the greatest betrayal. Please don't bother me, okay?"

Damon narrowed his eyes and took another puff of his cigarette before blowing the thick smoke into his face.

"betray."

He pondered the word over and over again, revealing a meaningful smile.

Perhaps John wanted to betray not humans, but those damn cult aliens.

Damon, who came to supervise John, sighed. He did so many dirty jobs for the cult. Was he willing to do it and enjoy it? Of course not.

It's just that he has become accustomed to the orders of the esoteric sect, and this has almost become the only reason for him to push his life forward.

"Since we want to complete the mission, we must first find Vulkan. He was subdued by the Lord of Macragge and the Lion King, and imprisoned in a secret base in a static position. How can we find him?"

John changed the subject. He hid the lightning stone spear that could kill Vulkan's immortal body in his chest. This was the key item for him to complete his new plan.

"Do you have any idea, Mr. Silent?" John turned his head to look at Narek, who had been silent all the time. The third person present just listened quietly like a statue.

Narek's helmet moved and he spoke in a cold tone.

"I am not Lorgar. I have no way of using those disgusting warp sorcery to directly open a path to the Fire Dragon Lord's room. Don't count on me."

"Then use the old method, like Conrad Curze did, to divert the tiger away from the mountain. As long as we can create enough focal points, we can distract the Ultramarines guards, and then we can take the opportunity to sneak into the base."

Damon took out a small red glass bottle from his pocket. This glass bottle may be small and ordinary, but what it contains is precious enough.

The professionals of the cult use their void magic and psionic energy to charge it, and when it is lost and broken, the contents inside will do its job.

"What's in that?" John instinctively felt that the red glass bottle was a little dazzling, as if something imprisoned inside would cause the most primitive disgust in life.

"You will know when the time comes. Anyway, I can't tell you now. Anyway, this thing is enough to touch the sensitive nerves of the Extreme Warriors."

Damon kept it a secret and stuffed the bottle with surging subspace energy back into his pocket.

Narek the Word Bearer could vaguely sense what was inside through his scarlet tactical goggles.

"A demon from the Warp, a sealed demon." Narek said in a voice that only he could hear.

After finalizing the plan, the three of them started to execute the action without much hesitation.

John used his psychic powers to cover their tracks, and whenever someone saw them, he would considerately modify their memories and pass the level as if no one was there.

"There is no way to trick people into the Ultramarines' base this way. I can sense that there are several psychic black holes deep inside the base. Some Untouchables are stationed inside them, and I cannot influence them.

"The base's security device has closed the gate. I can't modify the memory of the Thinker's computer."

John closed his eyes and felt with his soul before speaking.

Damon, wearing a black fur coat and unkempt, got as close as possible under the cover of John and threw the scarlet glass bottle towards the position of the Extreme Marine sentry from a distance.

After doing all this, the secret cult agents turned around and ran. They hid in a safe house dug out by Narek, waiting for the development of the situation.

The glass bottle exploded in a patch of grass on the edge of the base, and the subspace entity imprisoned in it was able to escape immediately.

A crazed Warp Demon broke free from it. It had been imprisoned for too long and was extremely violent and crazy.

The power of the Supreme Heaven appeared in the real universe, and the subspace demon without solid form had to condense its own entity, and a huge and bright object appeared here out of thin air.

It was a giant monster that resembled a pitch-black centipede, with a body covered in gray-black muscles and a slippery shell on the outermost layer. Countless pseudopodia were wriggling and twisting madly.

It let out a psychic scream of rage and hatred, and began to attack the Ultramarines guards closest to it.

The sudden appearance of the Warp Demon immediately triggered the Ultramarines' highest alert. The base was suddenly filled with scarlet flashing lumen lights and sharp sirens.

"Subspace demon appears, call the think tank troops!"

"Where are the anti-psychic team? Call them over immediately, and notify the Primarch, immediately!"

The highest-ranking officer stationed at this base gave orders to the people around him, and at the same time he mobilized more Ultramarines guards to join the battle to kill the Chaos Demons.

Numerous reports related to Chaos are telling of the danger of Warp Demons, and the Ultramarines officers dare not take it lightly.

Hundreds of Ultramarines rushed out of the base, attacking the Warp Demon with their bolters and plasma weapons. At the same time, the base's powerful ground-based weapons were urgently deployed, the bunkers were opened, and the destructive heavy artillery began to roar.

Under the cover of this sudden chaos, John and his two companions successfully used their psychic powers to sneak into the secret base. They crouched and moved forward cautiously, while avoiding the automated alarm facilities in the base as much as possible.

There was a glimmer of psychic energy in John's eyes. He was concentrating his mind, trying to find Vulkan's location in this well-connected base. He was right here. The Fire Dragon Lord was filled with incomparable anger and power, and that feeling almost burned his spirit out.

"I can understand his pain. Vulkan has endured too much pain. He almost went insane and lost himself. Please answer me quickly. Where are you?"

John was anxiously mobilizing his psychic powers, they didn't have much time, a Warp Demon couldn't stop the Ultramarines for a long time, this was not Calth, the power the Ultramarines could mobilize was enough to easily exile the demon.

"I've been betraying humanity my whole life. Damn it, at least let me be a hero for once."