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

The life-saving spirit of countless crew members was extinguished instantly in that collision.

"Horus! Stop!"

Saint Gilles looked at the black figure emerging from the smoke and dust, his eyes filled with sorrow and anger.

This is a narrow corridor inside the ship.

For two demigods who are over three meters tall, this place is like a china shop.

Horus wielded his massive Worldbreaker warhammer, each step accompanied by an explosion of warp lightning.

Horus casually smashed a nearby support pillar with his hammer, turning several oblivious Astartes into a bloody mist.

"This is a battlefield, Saint Gilles. And on the battlefield, mercy is the greatest weakness!"

"Look at you, so timid and hesitant, you don't even dare to swing your sword with full force, for fear of damaging this wrecked ship?"

Horus grinned maliciously and instantly lunged forward, his warhammer gleaming with destructive black light as it crashed down on Horus's head.

"Then let me help you take it apart!"

Saint Gilles raised his spear to parry.

A massive shockwave erupted in the narrow corridor.

In order to prevent the aftershocks from destroying the surrounding cabins, Saint Gilles had to forcibly restrain his divine power and use the concept of 'flowing water' that Hector had once demonstrated.

He channeled that power, enough to shatter mountains, through his bones and muscles, and slid it elsewhere.

The adamantine deck beneath their feet instantly shattered, and the two plummeted to the next level.

From the upper deck to the lower cargo hold, and then to the macro gun array area.

The two fought their way down the mountain.

The Red Tear ship trembled violently during the internal explosion.

Saint Gilles was extremely frustrated.

He dared not unleash the divine wrath, nor did he dare use large-scale psionic attacks.

Like a giant bound by chains, he could only use the most delicate skills to defuse Horus's relentless bombardment.

Horus saw this as an opportunity.

He even intentionally directed the attack towards critical parts of the warship.

"What are you worried about? These ants?"

Horus tore open a sealed door with a single claw, pulling dozens of crew members into the vacuum.

"Did you ever imagine your father would cherish his tools so much? Did you ever imagine these people would have a place in that so-called golden age?"

“Saint-Gilles! You are too soft-hearted! This is both your strength and your fatal weakness!”

"No! This is called humanity!"

Saint Gilles roared and thrust his spear into Horus's throat, trying to force him back.

"If we can't even protect the people in front of us, how can we talk about saving the galaxy!"

"Then you can die with this damned humanity!"

The two men crashed through the last blast door.

Before me lay a vast, open space.

That's the heart of the Red Tear—the plasma reactor hall.

A massive blue beam of light roared within the reactor core, providing a continuous source of power to the entire warship.

"right here."

A cruel glint flashed in Horus's eyes.

He suddenly raised the Breaker's Warhammer, but this time, he did not attack Saint Gilles.

The hammer, imbued with black and gold divine power, pointed directly at the reactor core that was operating at full power!

"If you destroy this, this ship will become a supernova. Your descendants, your glory, will all turn to ashes!"

Saint Gilles' eyes were bloodshot.

Without the slightest hesitation.

The moment the warhammer fell, the archangel's wings of light suddenly unfurled, and he transformed into a golden ray, blocking the reactor core.

He spread his arms, raised his spear, and with his own flesh and blood and armor, met the blow that was enough to shatter the world.

This was the opportunity Horus had been waiting for.

"Just you wait, my brother."

"This is what happens to you!"

"boom--!!!"

The Breaker's Warhammer struck and bent Bi Gong's Spear, then slammed into Saint Gilles' breastplate.

The newly formed, thin psionic shield shattered instantly.

The gold breastplate is dented and cracked.

The sound of bones breaking could be clearly heard in the empty hall.

Saint Gilles spat out a mouthful of golden blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

The immense impact was transmitted to the reactor shield behind him, and a piercing alarm sounded.

But he didn't retreat.

They didn't retreat even a step before death.

Because behind him were the lives of tens of thousands of people on that ship.

Horus's cold voice rang out.

The Boundary Breaker did not stop, hammer after hammer, without pause.

He realized his own limitations, absorbed his two brothers, and received the blessings of the four gods.

Even if Horus had awakened his true nature, he could at most remain undefeated against the archangels, and it would be difficult to say that he could win.

But at this moment, in terms of power, he is already at the pinnacle of the real universe.

The power of annihilation, the silence of the void, the essential power of the two vanished Primarchs was incorporated into each and every hammer blow.

Saint Gilles was beaten to a pulp, but he did not retreat an inch.

With a final, powerful strike, Bi Gong's spear was shattered!

In the brief moment when Saint Gilles was also struck by this hammer, he was momentarily stunned.

The "Claw of Horus," which had been poised to strike, roared with the bloodlust of the four gods, and like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, it plunged fiercely into the abdomen of Saint Gilles!

"Fuck-"

Black claws pierced through the golden body, emerging from its back.

Metal pierced flesh, and an extremely evil "concept" forcibly invaded the angel's sacred body.

The holy golden blood boiled and turned black the moment it came into contact with the black claws, emitting a sizzling corrosive sound.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Even someone as resolute as Saint Gilles let out a piercing scream at this moment.

It's not just about physical penetration.

The black-gold divine power on Horus's claws was frantically eroding his wounds, like countless greedy maggots gnawing at his flesh.

Horus lifted Saint Gilles high into the air with one hand.

It's like a hunter showing off his prey.

"It's over, angel."

Horus looked at the perfect face contorted with pain, his eyes showing no joy of victory, only a solemnity as if performing some kind of sacred ritual.

"This power...this power that belongs to the essence of the subspace."

"It would be a waste to put it on someone as soft-hearted as you."

"Since you don't want to use it to rule, then let me keep it for you."

Horus took a deep breath.

He activated forbidden knowledge and the plundering authority granted to him by the Four Gods—which is why he was able to devour the other two Primarchic essences.

A psionic storm swept through the reactor hall of the Red Tear.

Suddenly, a powerful suction force erupted from Horus's claw that had pierced into Sanguiles' body.

The wings of light behind Saint Gilles began to tremble violently, and then... shattered.

A live dissection of the soul.

Fragments of light, composed of pure Daoist principles, were forcibly torn from the depths of his soul by that domineering gravitational force.

The golden light was no longer gentle, but rather fragments carrying the host's screams, flowing continuously into Horus's greedy black hole along the wound.

"no, do not want……"

Saint Gilles felt weaker than ever before.

It's not weakness from excessive blood loss.

It is a fundamental deficiency.

He felt as if he were falling from a higher dimension back to the mortal realm.

That "Taoist heart" that resonates with all things in the universe is rapidly dimming and drying up.

The wrath of the gods dissipated completely under this domineering plunder.

Just a few seconds.

The radiant archangel vanished.

Only a golden-haired giant, covered in blood, with broken wings and barely breathing, remained, hanging on Horus's claws.

At this moment, his black and gold armor seemed to be coated with a layer of sacred golden light.

The aura became deeper, more perfect, and also more... terrifying.

He incorporated some of the essence of Saint Gilles.

He is now a combination of demon and god.

"Is this... your power?"

Horus clenched his fist in ecstasy.

Then, he glanced at his unconscious brother in his arms, a final flicker of "mercy" in his eyes.

Goodbye, Saint Gilles.

Horus suddenly pulled out his claws.

Without support, Saint Gillespie, like a rag doll, slid down helplessly.

Horus raised the Boundarybreaker warhammer, which was already charged to its limit, and delivered a final blow to the deck beneath his feet, which was also the keel structure of the warship.

"Give it to me—break it!"

"Crack—Boom!!!"

A metallic cracking sound rang out, audible throughout the entire Istvan III.

Red Tears, the glorious Queen Elizabeth-class battleship that made outstanding contributions during the Great Expedition.

In the middle section, it was smashed in two by an unparalleled force!

A chain reaction of explosions occurred in the power system.

A giant fireball exploded in space.

István III, edge of the atmosphere.