A few minutes ago.
[Humans of this era cannot solve this crisis, but that does not mean you cannot.]
The artificial intelligence named Deep Processor Unit One displayed after a moment's pause.
[And you are not human.]
"Huh?"
"What does that mean?"
"Did you know something when you were verifying my identity before?"
Deep Processor Unit One did not answer his question, but instead showed him the method of exorcism.
The solution was just as bizarre.
Kasjia needed to place his palm on Koleon's forehead.
Imagine an eternal flame, burning in the ever-changing Empyrean that connects all space-time dimensions.
With his own power, follow the anchor point torn open by the Warp creature, enter it, and in the chaotic time flow of the Warp, call upon his own projection—past, present, or future—in the Warp.
And he, would give the answer.
It was very mystical.
Not something that would come from an artificial intelligence.
But Kasjia did it anyway.
And then, his consciousness, as if taken over by something, successfully entered Koleon's "dream" ten thousand years in the future, and used the flame to cancel the daemon possessing her.
"This is indeed not a human method."
Kasjia swallowed and said with a bitter smile.
It was more like the handiwork of a certain legendary enchanted warrior, Roboute Guilliman.
After he was possessed by a greater daemon, he "burned them with every slash of his sword," making the hardworking gardener next door cry.
But Kasjia hadn't reached that level yet.
This move of his could only be used against scattered, weak Warp creatures without a vessel.
But in any case, to be able to bring about the True Death of a daemon was in itself a very terrifying thing.
Kasjia, it seemed, was not as simple as he thought.
Neither was the artificial intelligence in front of him.
"Friend, how did you know I could eliminate Warp creatures like this?"
"Logically, your database should only be updated to the Dark Age of Technology."
He asked curiously.
But the other party's display just flickered a few times and then went black, seeming unwilling to answer the question.
Kasjia did not pursue the matter further.
If it doesn't want to answer, then it doesn't have to!
Some things are better left uninvestigated. What if I actually find something out?
The sandstorm outside had subsided a bit.
Kasjia's exorcism ritual just now seemed to have not only eliminated the daemon that had possessed Koleon through the psychic lightning, but had also calmed the raging sandstorm to some extent.
"The communicator is still not responding."
Kasjia muttered, testing the device in his hand on the rusty iron ladder.
But for some reason, the communication still seemed to be jammed.
Probably the effects of the sandstorm had not completely dissipated yet.
Kasjia estimated.
But it wasn't a big deal. As soon as he got out and on his motorcycle, it would only take a short while to reach Kalliston on a clear day.
And since he had successfully lured away the Sulpha's sandstorm and manpower, the refugee convoy would most likely be able to return to Kalliston unimpeded.
Thus, the crisis seemed to have been completely resolved by him.
"Brother Kasjia, it's so dark here... I'm scared..."
"Don't be afraid. Here, give me your hand."
Kasjia was in a good mood.
But this good mood vanished without a trace when he reached the final platform and saw the four-armed figure waiting in front of the abandoned factory.
The figure was tall and well-built, with four muscular, well-proportioned arms. Two arms each held a sword, while the other two were shaped like pincers.
The upright body was hermaphroditic, and its clothes were gorgeous and ornate, woven from some unknown precious material.
A Daemonette of Slaanesh.
Kasjia didn't know how this thing had appeared here, or why it knew his whereabouts.
But it seemed he was in for it.
A Daemonette was extremely difficult to deal with, not something a mere mortal like him could handle.
And that wasn't all.
The entire abandoned factory, inside and out, was surrounded by countless Sulpha. His motorcycle was destroyed, and the exit was completely blocked.
Their expressions were dull, their faces fierce.
The remaining Sulpha seemed to have been completely dominated and controlled by this Daemonette.
This was going to be really difficult.
Kasjia drew his blade, looking at the other party with a grave expression.
"I cannot sense its presence."
The Daemonette's voice was androgynous, yet it had a sweet and comfortable quality.
"You killed it. How did you do it?"
The daemon was in no hurry to advance.
It was afraid.
As one of the Unborn, a loyal servant of the Dark Prince (Slaanesh), even in death, its body would be reborn in the Six Circles of Slaanesh's palace to continue its endless pleasure.
It did not fear death.
But to be completely erased from all timelines, a True Death...
...that was something to be very afraid of.
Therefore, even though it knew Kasjia looked like a mere mortal, it dared not advance a single step.
"You can come and try. I don't think your ending will be any different."
Seeing the other party's fear, Kasjia naturally would not miss this opportunity to threaten it.
"I am not so... foolish."
The Daemonette chuckled lightly, then commanded the swarm of Sulpha behind it:
"You, go get him."
A despicable tactic, but an effective one.
"You two, go wait by that staircase behind you."
"And, it's best not to peek. If I can't hold them off, run down."
"Find the Cogitator in the innermost room. See if it can help you."
"This is the last hope."
Kasjia said in a low voice to the two children, facing the tide-like charge of the enemy.
As he spoke, he executed a precise and clean upward slash, and with a splash of blood, he quickly killed the Sulpha at the very front.
But at the same time, more Sulpha swarmed him.
"Kill! Kill!!!"
Flesh and blood flew, sword shadows flickered.
One after another, the Sulpha fell under Kasjia's sword.
"Beautiful sword technique..."
The Daemonette stuck out its tongue and licked its lips.
His slaughter, his technique, made it itch with anticipation.
It wanted to go up right now and personally slit this powerful enemy's throat.
But it cherished its own life more.
Until it figured out how that guy had annihilated a daemon, it would not act rashly.
Countless fragments of the Sulpha piled up at his feet, and the smell of rust in the air grew thicker.
Kasjia's growth in swordsmanship surprised even himself.
But in any case, there was a limit.
The last of his bolt pistol's ammunition was also depleted with his sweeping shots.
The Sulpha, empowered by the Daemonette of Slaanesh, were fearless, and many of them were powerful swordsmen to begin with. After about a few minutes, Kasjia's defense began to struggle.
I can't let a single one of them pass.
The two children are right behind me.
CLANG!
Kasjia struggled to thrust his sword out, then quickly brought it back to defend.
In such a perilous situation, fighting alone, he finally showed an opening.
Just as he blocked the blade of another Sulpha to his side, the next swordsman's blade was chopping down at his head at an extremely fast speed.
It's over.
Kasjia closed his eyes in despair.
VMM—WHOOSH!
The muffled sound of a bolt round pulled him back to reality.
It was a tall demigod in purple armor, smiling at him with her chin held high.
"Miss me, darling?"
Fulgrim.
She struck a pose she thought was very cool.
Then, she charged towards Kasjia.
"Quick, kill her too!"
Seeing this, several nearby Sulpha rushed towards her.
"Overestimating yourselves."
She showed a confident smile.
With several afterimages of Fulgrim flashing by, the once-ferocious Sulpha fell like wheat being reaped.
When they died, even the wounds and blood spatters were extremely small.
In front of the powerful Primarch, even the most skilled swordsman had no ability to resist.
The once-dense crowd of Sulpha was reduced to countless corpses, lying scattered all over the abandoned factory under her god-like swordsmanship.
"And what kind of monster is this?"
Finally, her gaze fell on the Daemonette of Slaanesh in the room.
But she didn't care about it.
She only knew that anyone who wanted to harm Kasjia had to die.
That was enough.
"Sister, we—"
The Daemonette, seeing that Fulgrim had finally noticed it, showed a joyful expression and was about to try to tempt her.
But before the monster could even open its mouth, Fulgrim's sword was already heading towards it.
One strike.
A thin line was drawn, and a head fell.
"Quick, quick, get on. We're going back to Kalliston."
A Primarch was just that terrifying.
Sitting on Fulgrim's purple motorcycle with its countless gilded ornaments, watching the scenery fly by, Kasjia, with his arms wrapped around her, couldn't help but marvel.
"We're almost there."
As the motorcycle sped along, the dark black fortress of Kalliston gradually appeared in his field of vision.
At the entrance of the fortress, there seemed to be a crowd of people waiting anxiously, now cheering with joy at their return.
"So, wasn't I amazing?"
After helping Kasjia and the two children off the motorcycle, Fulgrim bent down and whispered to Kasjia.
The words "Praise me" were practically written on her face.
"Yes, yes, you were."
"Especially when you take your hand off my ass."
Kasjia replied irritably.
Fulgrim was indeed amazing.
It would be even better if she didn't time her rescues so perfectly, and if she didn't grope him in public.
Hooligan.
Tsk, speaking of which, she just pinched it again.
"What's your name?"
After arriving at the fortress, a young woman asked the two children.
In Kalliston, orphans would be cared for and raised by professional staff, and taught the scientific knowledge urgently needed by this world.
"My name is Koleon!"
The girl raised her hand excitedly in response.
"I'm going to be a captain in the future!"
"Alright, little Koleon." Smiling, she turned her head to look at the boy. "And what about you? Child, what's your name, and what do you want to be in the future?"
Me?
The boy was stunned.
He wanted to be a swordsman like that brave big brother. To protect his sister with his superb sword skills and win the admiration of countless people.
He would take him as his role model, until he himself became an unparalleled swordsman, earning endless praise and honor, and setting off for the endless sea of stars with his sister.
This was his hope.
As for his name?
He remembered the name he and his sister Koleon had received from the goddess in the darkness.
"Lucius, sister."
"My name is Lucius."
Hope.
A good medicine that can keep people alive, and also a poisoned wine that can lead them to their death.
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