Waking up from a daze, Yarrick suddenly opened his eyes.
Looking around, he was clearly no longer in the Warp domain filled with Orks, but had returned to reality.
Beside him was the familiar sight of the Hive City, and Adam was still sitting opposite him at the wooden table, seemingly not having waited long.
"You're awake?"
Adam scrutinized Yarrick. "It seems you've had quite the wondrous journey."
After receiving the Waaagh Field, what Yarrick experienced was not an illusion, but a true trial within the Orks' Warp domain.
The evidence was obvious; just now, Adam could clearly feel that his Reality Intensity had devoured many powerful souls, and the upgrade progress bar had moved forward slightly.
"Yes, I'm back."
Yarrick murmured, looking down at himself. "Is this what those Ork Warbosses feel like...?"
It was as if endless power filled every inch of his muscles. Although his physique hadn't changed, Yarrick had the illusion that he could punch an Ant-Ox to death!
He slowly extended his left hand, flicked his finger, and tapped the wooden table.
"Bang!"
A corner of the wooden table shattered in response, turning into wisps of dust in the air.
Seeing this, Adam nodded in satisfaction.
"So, what do you say? Are you willing to join my team?"
He asked solemnly.
"Yes, I will join your ranks and eliminate all enemies who threaten humanity."
Yarrick nodded.
"Excellent."
Without another word, Adam pulled out a tome from the air. "This contains information you'll encounter after joining, which will help you understand my origins and mission."
Just as Yarrick was about to reach for it, Adam smiled slightly and reached into the tome.
His hand passed through the pages like a phantom, pulling out wisps of black lines, which he gently patted onto Yarrick's forehead.
A flood of information surged into Yarrick's mind, the violent impact leaving him momentarily stunned.
After struggling to digest it all, Yarrick fully understood Adam's origins.
Like a phantom, he quickly reviewed all of Adam's experiences from the lunar cruiser to the present, from an observer's perspective.
"I see... a Reality Warper?"
Yarrick murmured, standing up and saluting Adam.
"Any other questions?"
Adam asked.
"Yes, I'd like to resolve a personal issue first, or rather... a side effect."
Yarrick looked at his right arm, exerting all his strength, trying to control it with difficulty.
However, despite his strong physique, he now found it difficult to do what was once very easy.
A strange pain, like a maggot attached to the bone, Wrapped around it, along with an empty feeling. Yarrick could only clearly feel the pain, but couldn't freely control his arm.
"Oh?"
Adam raised his hand, preparing to completely heal it with his Reality Warping power.
But Yarrick shook his head: "No need, I have another idea. Can you help me build a mechanical claw?"
As soon as he spoke, he immediately noticed Adam's strange gaze.
"Alright, may I ask why?"
Stunned by this, which could only be described as magical reality, Adam was silent for a moment before asking.
"In the recent experience, having completely absorbed this WAAAGH Force Field, I've vaguely perceived a lot of technology and knowledge from these xenos."
Yarrick hesitated, then explained truthfully, "They now appear as wisps of inspiration in my mind. Therefore, I want to use these Ork technologies to build a good bionic limb. And if possible, I'd also like to install a bionic eye for myself."
"To use the xenos' words... that's Waaagh enough!"
After hearing Yarrick's statement, the Custodian and Living Saint beside him immediately cast strange glances, but Adam stopped them and nodded:
"Of course."
Or rather, Adam was overjoyed.
He hadn't expected such an unexpected gain!
Meanwhile, elsewhere.
On the other side, inside the Governor's Mansion of the Hive City Spire.
Sibylla, holding a power sword, was striding quickly through the magnificent corridor, her eyes vigilantly scanning her surroundings.
After getting a clue about the xeno artifact, she telepathically informed Adam and then quickly rushed here, ready to investigate.
As an Inquisitor, Sibylla knew the importance of speed, especially since the Governor's collection room might have been looted by the previous Orks. These xenos, who loved to modify junk, wouldn't care where the junk they picked up came from.
However, a problem arose.
The more Sibylla explored the Governor's Mansion, the more she felt something was wrong.
It was too quiet.
There was no sound, nor any sign of life.
Before coming, Sibylla had thought she might be able to kill some Orks along the way and offer their sinful souls as sacrifices.
However, she had only killed a few waves on the way to the Governor's Mansion. After entering the building, she hadn't seen many other Orks.
What was going on?
As she walked, Sibylla suddenly frowned.
This is... the smell of blood?
She quickened her pace, passing through corridors, completely ignoring the expensive murals and various hangings on the walls that had been damaged by the Orks' activities.
Finally, Sibylla reached her destination.
It was a room, the source of the bloody smell.
"By the Emperor..."
Sibylla frowned, looking at the scene inside the room, which resembled a bloody slaughterhouse.
Numerous mutilated bodies of Orks and human soldiers were mixed together. They had clearly been neatly cut open by some high-tech blade, the cuts as smooth as a mirror.
Even more perplexing to Sibylla was that the skin of many corpses had been completely peeled off, leaving only bare muscle tissue.
What kind of xeno did this?
As a Daemon Inquisitor, with specialized knowledge, Sibylla wasn't very familiar with the characteristics of many xenos.
Wait, what's that?
The powerful perception of a Psyker made a fleeting, illusory premonition flash before Sibylla's eyes.
Following her inner intuition, she immediately turned her head and looked to the side.
At this moment, at the end of the corridor.
A grid-like, eerie green portal was slowly opening.
A silver monster slowly walked out of it.
The monster was hunched, its appearance like a skeleton cast from steel alloy, with sharp claws glowing an eerie green. Its hollow eyes on its skull-like face slowly turned, looking at its prey.
"Truly blasphemous..."
What made the Inquisitor uncomfortable was that the monster was also draped in some kind of skin, clearly peeled from a human. Wisps of blood dripped through its hollow body, falling onto the ground.
What in the world is this thing?