Forming the Silent Convent and Night Watch

"Your laughter makes me sound like a villain."

The Emperor thought to himself.

"That just means you're terrifyingly strong," Raven said. "Weaklings aren't fit to be villains."

The Emperor: "..."

Veronika and the others watched the battlefield, dumbfounded.

At this moment, their jaws had practically unhinged.

"Great outsider, no, Great Lord of the Empire."

Veronika changed her address.

"Please forgive our earlier insolence, and accept our humble loyalty."

"This world will become your territory. We will obey your every command."

Just twenty Golden Armored Warriors were enough to stand against a thousand Bloodkin.

If the enemy wanted to conquer this world, who could stop them?

Veronika had her pride.

But she wasn't someone who couldn't read the room.

Joining the Empire was the best choice for them and for this world.

"I accept your fealty,"

The Emperor nodded.

"I have understood the root of this world's suffering. The Empire's armies will descend with righteous fury to purge all enemies of humanity."

The landing deck of the Emperor's Grand Plan was bustling.

Large numbers of soldiers entered the gunships in neat formations, preparing for the landing operation.

Tech-priests held censers, performing pre-battle checks and prayers for the war machines.

Monstrously large warplanes were guided to catapult rails by robotic arms.

Thanks to reconnaissance by the vanguard squads, the Empire had a grasp of the ground enemy's situation and could launch a full-scale war to annihilate the Bloodkin at any moment.

"The First Legion will conclude all combat within three hours,"

First Legion Captain Astelan informed all commanders.

As some of the first elite warriors screened to become Astartes on Terra.

Over thirty percent of the First Legion's members had been implanted with the Empire's initial Gene Engine.

This made them even stronger, building upon their already superhuman physiques.

They had become the Empire's most lethal military force, second only to the Adeptus Custodes.

It was a shame that during the Solar System's unification wars, they hadn't been deployed many times.

Few factions dared to refuse the Empire's fleet.

Those fools who resisted were often of mediocre strength.

Battles were usually resolved in ten minutes.

They simply couldn't showcase the Astartes' combat prowess.

Their largest-scale operation was when the Empire recaptured Luna.

They had taken over from the decimated Thunder Warriors to capture the Gene Cult's core.

This was their first planet-wide combat mission.

Astelan and the other warriors were eager to win a glorious victory.

They wanted to show the reporters from the Imperial Daily the might of the Astartes and their contributions to the Empire.

As the order to engage was given, the fighters and transports on the deck let out low roars.

Massive exhaust flames illuminated the dim deck.

They roared out, charging into the cold Void, then entered the atmosphere, churning through the thick fog.

The Imperial forces simultaneously conducted operations across the entire planet.

They purged Bloodkin strongholds, exterminated powerful monsters, and cleansed the entire world.

The Bloodkin's technology was extremely primitive, but they possessed bodies far tougher than ordinary humans and wielded dark blood magic.

High-ranking Bloodkin possessed astonishing magical abilities, capable of destroying heavy tanks when fully unleashed.

However, in the face of Astartes warriors implanted with the Gene Engine.

These mutants were still no match.

A brutal slaughter erupted in every corner of this world.

The common people, who had suffered and been enslaved, witnessed firsthand as the once-lofty Bloodkin were all slaughtered by the descending Angels of Destruction.

The Emperor personally participated in this war.

His target was the mutant who called himself the Progenitor of the Bloodkin.

The opponent resided within a luxurious imperial palace, guarded by high-ranking Bloodkin wielding dark blood magic.

The Empire launched a full-scale assault on the palace.

The Adeptus Custodes slew every Bloodkin soldier who attempted to block the Emperor's path.

They easily reached the final gate of the imperial palace.

As they attempted to open the gate, they discovered the palace was protected by a blood-colored shield.

Imperial forces bombarded it, but the shield blocked everything, sustaining no damage whatsoever.

A sorcerer beside Veronika said, "The Progenitor of the Bloodkin's palace is protected by a dark magic array; ordinary attacks cannot break it. Only the Cursed One can open a path inside."

"No need," the Emperor waved his hand. "I will break it."

Before the shocked gazes of Veronika and the others, the Emperor split the blood-colored magic shield with a single sword strike.

"Such terrifying power; even without the army's assistance, this Lord of the Empire can kill that Progenitor of the Bloodkin alone."

The sorcerer beside Veronika could not hide his shock.

He naturally knew how terrifying the dark magic enveloping the palace was.

The resistance had tried everything they could, but they had failed to break it.

Only the Cursed One's characteristic of devouring all Aetheric power could open a path inside.

And now, such powerful dark magic had been cleaved by the Lord of the Empire's sword.

This power alone was enough to shock the world.

The Bloodkin guards within the palace were all elites.

They wore blood-red armor, possessed powerful blood magic, and had exquisite martial skills.

If they had faced ordinary troops, they would have easily won.

It was just unfortunate that they were facing the Emperor and the Adeptus Custodes.

Furthermore, the Cursed Ones like Veronika and Lucina greatly reduced the power of their blood magic.

These elite, high-ranking Bloodkin guards were quickly slaughtered.

The Emperor, escorted by the Adeptus Custodes, soon arrived at the palace where the Progenitor of the Bloodkin resided.

The palace seemed alive, its walls writhing rhythmically.

Crimson blood flowed continuously from huge cracks.

Twisted corpses, inscribed with Chaos's eight-pointed star, hung from the ceiling by chains.

Brazziers placed around the area burned with green, malevolent flames.

When the Emperor and his entourage entered, the Progenitor of the Bloodkin stood beside a massive blood pool.

The blood pool churned incessantly, its red waves forming faces filled with malice, emitting silent screams.

Priests in robes stood in the shadows, watching the Emperor and his group.

"You've finally arrived."

The Progenitor of the Bloodkin turned, revealing his appearance.

He wore a black, high-collared tailcoat, his face was pale, and two fangs were very prominent.

"Today is your day of death," Veronika shouted.

She had lost too many brothers and sisters in the war against the Bloodkin.

She harbored endless hatred for the person before her.

"Death?" The Progenitor of the Bloodkin showed a mocking expression. "What kind of confidence makes you think you can defeat me? I am a man chosen by the gods."

"Descend, true god not of this world, master of the Will of Blood, Crimson Lord who wields death."

A bone-chilling wind blew from some indefinable, unknown corner, causing the green flames to sway unsteadily.

This supernatural gust carried the dust of lost eras and ruined empires, imbued with an eternal meaning beyond comprehension.

The temperature in the palace dropped sharply, and sharp, venomous laughter, like steel needles, echoed from the shadows.

An invisible, terrifying will descended upon the mortal realm.

A hoarse, malevolent voice echoed in the air.

"A group of weak mortals, why do you summon me?"

The Progenitor of the Bloodkin looked at the Emperor and his group, a smile of complete control on his face.

He prayed to that terrifying will.

"Respected Lord of Blood, your devout follower implores you to punish these individuals who dare to offend you."

That terrifying will responded to him.

"A group of pathetic mortal ants, how dare you..."

The strange voice stopped, as if encountering something perplexing.

After a moment, it let out a piercing scream.

"Cursed One! Damn it! Damn it."

Then, that will fled faster than it had arrived.

The air temperature rose back to normal.

The flames no longer flickered.

Progenitor of the Bloodkin: "..."

This script is all wrong!!

"Heh heh, what a pathetic fool, thinking he could rest easy by finding a Warp demon as a backer."

"How dare a mere demon run rampant before the Golden Giant."

Raven let out its signature soul-stirring laugh.

Realizing its greatest trump card was unreliable.

The Progenitor of the Bloodkin, who had been full of confidence moments ago, offered an awkward yet graceful smile.

"Just now, I said I was just joking, would you believe me?"

The Emperor stared at him with a cold expression and waved his hand.

The Adeptus Custodes spread out and surrounded him.

"Alright, I know you don't believe me."

With a bang, the Progenitor of the Bloodkin exploded, transforming into countless black bats, attempting to escape the extermination by the Adeptus Custodes.

"I still have some means of survival. Green mountains don't change, and green waters flow. Our feud is settled."

Before the Emperor could finish, he extended a hand.

Terrifying psychic flames erupted instantly.

Sweeping across the entire palace.

Igniting every single bat.

Piercing screams rang out.

In just a few seconds, the Progenitor of the Bloodkin's avatar was burned to ashes.

"You talk so smoothly, are you going to compete in 'King of Comedy'?"

Raven watched the scattering ashes and quipped.

With the death of the Progenitor of the Bloodkin, a terrifying psychic energy suddenly erupted.

It swept outwards in all directions from the palace as its center.

The dark fog that had shrouded this world for years dissipated in the impact, and scorching sunlight once again shone upon the land.

The remaining Bloodkin were ignited under the scorching sun, letting out continuous screams before being burned to ashes.

Warp monsters wandering the real universe also let out screams.

Without the Bloodkin palace and the Progenitor of the Bloodkin as anchors.

The barrier of reality was being strengthened, and physical laws displayed their cold and powerful might.

The monsters' bodies dissolved at a visible rate, and their twisted souls were thrown back into the Warp.

The nightmare that had enveloped the entire world thus vanished.

This planet welcomed hope and a future.

"This experience has once again deepened my concerns about the Warp."

The Emperor looked at the corruption within the palace and conceived a new plan.

"I plan to form the Silent Convent, specifically to receive the Cursed Ones. They will establish Night Watch organizations in various star systems, responsible for suppressing psychics and mutants."

"Big guy, I think your plan needs a bit more refinement," Raven said.

The Emperor looked at Raven and, after a moment of silence, asked, "In what way is it not refined enough?"

Waldo, standing nearby, looked at the Emperor with surprise.

The Emperor's attitude had always been firm, rarely listening to others' opinions.

Many times, even Malcador felt exhausted, finding him difficult to communicate with.

Now, he was willing to listen to Raven's suggestions.

For the Emperor, whose humanity was diminishing, this was undoubtedly a good thing.

PS: The corn cob that slayed everything.