Chapter 230: Slaanesh: Why Does This Feel a Little Good?
The echoes of fate permeated the entire galaxy. The gears of destiny began to turn once again. The races that paid attention to the fate of the galaxy and possessed the ability of foresight almost all noticed the anomaly.
At this moment, Lucan was also engaged in a tug-of-war with the corrupting poison of Slaanesh within Guilliman's body.
10,000... 20,000... 30,000... Lucan's Psy-crystals were being consumed at a rate of 10,000 per second. In the process of purifying this poison, a portion of the pain was also transferred to Lucan. The veins on his forehead bulged.
Fortunately, the impact of the negative emotions from when he had absorbed the Emperor's power had greatly improved Lucan's mental fortitude. But after all, he was not directly facing Slaanesh, and Slaanesh could not fully mobilize its divine power. This allowed the poison in Guilliman's body to be continuously reduced.
And although Lucan was in pain, looking at the constantly rising number of Psy-crystals, he managed to force a smile. This was a rare opportunity to farm Psy-crystals... but the downside was that he needed more time to purify the power of this dark god.
At this moment, in his own palace, Slaanesh also felt that the portion of his divine power within Guilliman's body was getting smaller and smaller. This was an extension of his own divine power, and could also be said to be a part of His body. Lucan's devouring act was equivalent to tearing at His body.
But this feeling of being sliced by a small knife gave Slaanesh a special feeling...
"Mmm... why does this feel a little good?"
And Lucan also suddenly discovered that after devouring this power, his mind no longer felt pure pain. His face also became slightly flushed.
"This feeling... you damn Slaanesh, trying to corrupt me in this way?"
Lucan began to absorb even more vigorously!
"Lord Guilliman's vital signs are becoming more and more stable!"
Cawl watched as more and more of the crimson binary code on the screen before him turned green. This represented that Guilliman's body was constantly recovering. It wasn't just the life-sustaining function of the Armour of Fate; the body of this gene-primarch also possessed an extremely strong self-healing effect.
Lucan continued to urge on the devouring power. Seeing Lucan's body burning hot and red, Cawl couldn't help but ask, "Lord Lucan! Are you alright? My detection systems show that your body temperature is rising rapidly! Your heartbeat has already surpassed the limit that an ordinary person can reach!"
"I'm... fine... it'll be done soon!" Lucan gasped, stabilizing his emotions.
Cawl and Lucan's words made all the Ultramarines present extremely excited. They only saw that Lucan's expression seemed to be very painful. They thought that he was enduring unimaginable pain to save their primarch. They could even hear a faint groan of pain from within the holy reliquary. The great gene-primarch was truly awakening.
Tigurius gritted his teeth through the pain and forced a smile, and Sicarius also slowly relaxed from his tense state.
Just as everyone thought they only needed to wait patiently, the dome at the top of the shrine began to collapse. The fierce artillery fire from the Dark Mechanicum hereteks had struck the high dome, and countless pieces of debris fell from above their heads. The Ultramarines and Custodes within the shrine continuously fired at the ceiling, shattering the stones. But some people were still unfortunately crushed to death by the giant boulders. And the debris that fell toward Lucan was shattered by the Custodes and Cawl.
And from the breach, one Heldrake after another, spewing warp-flame, poured in. The cannons carried by the drakes continuously fired at everyone present. And their main target was Lucan, who was currently purifying the warp-poison.
The Custodes stood in front of Lucan, and one force shield after another was activated, blocking the incoming barrage. The guardian spears in their hands also released one heavy bolt round after another, attacking the Heldrakes.
And the roar of Vashtorr also echoed outside the shrine.
At this moment, Vashtorr had abandoned the Ark of Omen and had gathered all his forces around him. Nearly three hundred Red Corsairs and his army of daemon engines, disregarding casualties, had forcibly broken through the outer defensive lines. The Tzeentchian daemons, guided to the material universe by the daemonic beacons, also continuously attacked the line.
Damon led the Night Sentinels to fall back into the shrine. Their ability to recover their strength was exceptionally strong when fighting against small units. But against giant beast units like daemon engines, they did not have much of an advantage. The Raiders were cut off from the battlefield by the warp-flame.
Soul Grinders, Defilers, Maulerfiends, Forgefiends—all the named Chaos Undivided daemon engines had appeared on the battlefield.
"My Lord! Those Chaos forces have broken in!"
The Night Sentinels who had retreated into the shrine began to fight alongside the warriors of the Ultramarines' Second Company to hold back the enemy. Cawl also stopped operating the now-automatically-running reliquary and joined the battle. Even these blasphemous daemon engines would be directly decomposed into atoms if they were hit by one of Cawl's attacks. Cawl, who had been enhanced by Lucan's Divinity Machine, was now a level stronger in combat. Higher energy utilization efficiency and higher computational efficiency allowed him to suppress several people with his firepower alone.
And Vashtorr also rushed into the shrine, dragging his blasphemous body. During his advance, the bolts of the loyalists had left a large number of wounds on his body, but they were not fatal. And the plasma weapons of the loyalists that hit his body were even used by him to call upon that power to repair his own injuries and return it to the attacker.
The scythe-like wings made of blades would from time to time release energy orbs. Anyone who came into contact with them would be instantly vaporized. And as he drove his power, a cloud of industrial exhaust, containing a deadly poison and a suffocating stench, was released from his body. The Astartes were fine, but the mortal auxiliary troops who lacked protection all began to fall to the ground in large numbers, poisoned.
Seeing this, the Custodes exchanged a look. They immediately rushed toward Vashtorr. And Sicarius also drew his weapon and charged at him.
The sound of battle roars and the clash of weapons constantly came from within the smoke. But the few of them were not enough to stop Vashtorr. Even a being as strong as a Custodian seemed to be struggling against a daemon of this level.
Vashtorr's heavy hammer had already knocked one Custodian to the ground. His blade-like wings had pierced the chest of another. And he had rushed out of the exhaust fumes. He saw Lucan, his hand on the holy reliquary.
"Stop him! He must not be allowed to get near the reliquary!" the Custodes shouted.
But Vashtorr had never intended to get close to Lucan. He took out a spear from behind him, forged of pure adamantium and by physical means. A powerful disintegration field covered it.
"Human! Your power belongs to me! Don't even think of taking what is mine again!"
Using almost all the strength in his body, Vashtorr threw the spear in his hand at Lucan. The spear directly created a sonic boom, and Vashtorr's twisted face also showed a crazed smile.
But then he realized something was wrong... Lucan was also smiling... and his smile was even brighter than his.
A gate to an unknown dimension opened behind Lucan. The spear was easily caught by a large hand before it even entered the dimensional gate.
The Doom Slayer silently gripped the spear and walked out of the gate. Looking at the spear in his hand, he felt as if he had found another decent weapon. And the Slayer then looked at the Emperor's Sword that had been placed next to Guilliman. He then directly picked it up. With the adamantium spear in one hand and the Emperor's Sword in the other, the Doom Slayer looked at Vashtorr...
Although he could not see the face under the helmet, Vashtorr felt a real and tangible fear...
And at this moment, Lucan's hand also came down from the holy reliquary. The binary code on it had also completely turned green.
The reliquary was slowly opening...
Guilliman, now wearing the Armour of Fate, slowly opened his eyes.
"Guilliman, time to get back to work."
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