"But... what about America..." Just as everyone was immersed in the excitement of the Empire about to soar, a timid voice broke the pleasant atmosphere.
The Prime Minister instantly glared over. The crowd automatically parted, pushing the person who had spoken forward. It was.
"Baka yarou!"
The Prime Minister had just been about to speak when a young male parliamentarian, quick to read the situation, suddenly charged out of the crowd. He grabbed the man's collar and slammed him against the wall.
"You traitor! You've brought shame upon our heroic ancestors. When those damn white-skinned pigs were building the Wall of Life, the first thing they considered was themselves. Just look! It's been five years, and our Wall of Life has only just begun construction. It isn't even fifty meters long, and construction hasn't even started in many places. Yet the plan has already been scrapped. But for America's so-called plan for the safety of all humanity, our economy and manpower have already been drained dry. Without this opportunity granted by Amaterasu Omikami, our Great Fusang Nation would have been completely finished."
The Prime Minister calmly walked over and patted the parliamentarian on the shoulder. When the parliamentarian saw that it was the Prime Minister, he immediately released his grip and retreated into the crowd.
Unexpectedly, the Prime Minister did not lose his temper. Instead, he slowly helped the middle-aged parliamentarian who had been pinned against the table to his feet and straightened his disheveled clothes.
"This isn't your fault. During that glorious period, you enjoyed the happiest ten years of your lives. But afterward, America's despicable conduct and the cowardice of those parliamentarians in Congress left you disappointed. However, I guarantee that will never happen again. Now that we have this opportunity granted by Amaterasu Omikami, we will recreate Greater East Asia's Co-Prosperity. This time, we will place it atop the world, launch a holy war even larger than the one over eighty years ago, and bring the entire world under the rule of the Great Japanese Empire. Our revival will be completed in a single step."
The surrounding parliamentarians, especially the younger ones, wore fanatical expressions. The young male parliamentarian who had struck first raised both hands and shouted fervently, "Tenno Heika! Banzai!"
"Banzai!"
"Banzai!"
"Banzai!"
Bolters roared in unison, riddling the demon Papatyr with holes. In the original Warhammer world, because of the existence of the Warp's chaotic power, the bolts fired by bolters could not penetrate his body and explode after striking him. They could only embed themselves in the surface of his skin like nails, and sometimes even be forced out by the muscles bulging as he moved.
But now, with the disappearance of the Warp's power, the demon Papatyr was ultimately no longer as powerful. The bolts could easily burrow into his flesh and explode.
Papatyr reacted the instant he came under attack. His membranous wings beat once, and he leaped into the air, but the gunfire still pursued him.
When the demon Papatyr reached the air and tried to fly into the surrounding buildings to take cover, his gaze inadvertently swept over the ancient-style building below, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
That killing power.
It was different from the chaotic soul power of the Warp's essence. This power was pure, unadulterated killing.
Moreover, it could only be accumulated through the slaughter of nearly a hundred million people. This power, gathered without dispersing like grains of sand forming a tower, enveloped the air above the ancient building. Tracing it back to its source, it was locked onto the memorial tablets scattered across the ground.
As a demon who had survived in the Warp for thousands of years, he had witnessed plenty of such slaughter. But those had all been group battles, with large numbers of demons dividing the spoils among themselves—and they had taken time!
But now, all of this belonged to him alone. And it had happened in an instant!
"Ha ha ha ha ha—"
With a wild laugh, he raised the magic greatsword in his hand. He instantly drew upon the last remaining strength in his body. With no trace of power left to obstruct them, the incoming bolts pierced straight through his body.
Chaotic power gathered within him, and then a massive shock wave violently expanded in every direction.
Wherever it passed, dust billowed and flowers and grass whipped wildly. Even the windows of the surrounding buildings shattered into fragments.
Some pedestrians on the road who had no idea what was happening were knocked to the ground by the sudden shock wave. As glass rained down, the injured instantly provoked screams from those around them, and people began scattering in panic to flee and take cover.
At that moment, Papatyr was still suspended in midair. One of his legs had been completely blown apart, while a huge hole had been torn through his abdomen, leaving it hanging together by strips of flesh.
Yet the bolts shooting toward him had now stopped all around him, unable to move even an inch.
His blood-red, slaughter-filled gaze turned toward the Blood Angels below. He looked at them as though they were ants. He even began to entertain the thought that perhaps it would not be impossible for him to sit upon the Brass Throne himself.
The very next moment, the flesh on his body instantly regenerated. Strands of meat, like parasites within a mantis, began intertwining and congealing until they formed a single whole.
He closed his eyes and savored the sensation for a moment, then his eyes filled with delighted surprise.
That was because this world had no Warp. Although the souls from nearly a thousand years of slaughter had long since vanished, the negative emotional energy left behind by that slaughter had still formed a certain amount of energy throughout the world, attaching itself to various objects and buildings.
"If I slaughter every human in this world, I may very well become the strongest demon beneath the Brass Throne."
As he thought this, he sensed the attacks from below and curled his lips into a mocking smile. Although his strength had been greatly reduced, the negative energy of all that slaughter had stabilized his power.
However, those long-range attacks resembling magic had already disappeared. Only the close-combat attacks remained, along with his formidable physical body.
The air suddenly trembled, and he plunged downward with a sonic boom, striking at Quan Tiehua.
This was the culprit responsible for reducing him to his current state. Since he did not even know whether he could return, he might as well cut him down.
Quan Tiehua leaped violently, but his speed was nowhere near enough to evade the attack. His left shoulder plate was instantly sliced away, along with a large swath of flesh from his shoulder.
If he had not reacted in time, the blow would have cleaved diagonally from his right shoulder. He would have been split in two.
But Papatyr's reaction speed was even faster. After striking the ground, he suddenly swung upward.
The blow cut a huge gash into Quan Tiehua's power pack, sending sparks flying everywhere.
The scene instantly made the surrounding Blood Angels feel as though they had arrived at the Golden Throne.
Chapter Master Affos's Power Sword glowed blue as he suddenly slashed diagonally, directly blocking Papatyr's third attack.
Quan Tiehua did not pay it any mind, but he was panicking now, feeling the temperature of the power pack on his back gradually rise.
"Come help!"
As he spoke, he charged toward the nearest Tech-Sergeant. At the same time, Gers drew his Chainsword and joined the melee.
As a son of the White Scars, combined with a century of combat experience, his speed could practically be called the fastest in the entire Chapter.
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