Little Japan's Excitement

"But... America..." Just as everyone was immersed in the excitement of the Imperium's imminent rise, a weak voice broke the pleasant atmosphere.

The Prime Minister's eyes immediately widened in anger as he looked over. The crowd automatically parted, pushing the person who spoke forward.

"Baga Yalu!"

Just as the Prime Minister was about to speak, a young male congressman, with keen eyesight, rushed out of the crowd. He directly grabbed the person's collar and shoved them against the wall.

"You traitor. You've shamed our heroic ancestors. When those damned white-skinned pigs were building the Wall of Life, they prioritized themselves. Look at this. Five years. Our Wall of Life has just begun construction, not even 50 meters, and many places haven't even broken ground. This plan has already been abandoned. But for America's so-called plan for the safety of all humanity, our economy and manpower have been drained dry. If not for this opportunity bestowed by Amaterasu Omikami, our Great Fusang Nation would have been completely finished."

The Prime Minister walked over calmly and patted the congressman's shoulder. Upon seeing it was the Prime Minister, the congressman immediately let go and retreated back into the crowd.

Unexpectedly, the Prime Minister did not get angry. Instead, he slowly helped up the middle-aged congressman who had been pressed against the table, tidying his disheveled clothes.

"This is not your fault. In that glorious era, you enjoyed the happiest decade, but afterwards, America's despicable and shameless actions, along with the cowardice of those congressmen, made you feel disappointed. But I promise this will never happen again. Now, with the opportunity bestowed by Amaterasu Omikami, we will recreate the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere. This time, we will place ourselves at the pinnacle of the world, launch a holy war even larger than that of 80 years ago, and bring the entire world under the rule of our Great Fusang Empire. Our revival will be achieved in one step."

The surrounding congressmen, especially the younger ones, had eyes filled with fanaticism. The young male congressman who had acted first raised both hands and shouted fanatically, "Tenno Heika! Banzai!!"

"Banzai!"

"Banzai!"

"Banzai!"

The Bolters roared in unison, and the demon Papatyr was riddled with holes. In the original Warhammer world, due to the presence of Chaos powers from the Warp, the bolter rounds fired by the Bolters could not penetrate his body and explode upon hitting him. They could only embed themselves on the surface of his skin like nails, and sometimes even be squeezed out by the bulging muscles of his body.

But now, with the disappearance of Warp power, the demon Papatyr's strength was no longer as formidable. The bolter rounds could easily penetrate his flesh and explode.

The demon Papatyr reacted in time at the moment of attack, then flapped its fleshy wings and leaped into the air. However, the muzzles of the guns followed with the wind.

And when the demon Papatyr, now in mid-air, tried to fly into the surrounding buildings to take cover.

Its gaze inadvertently swept downwards at the ancient architecture below, and its pupils suddenly contracted.

That power of slaughter.

It was different from the inherently chaotic soul power of the Warp. This was a power of pure slaughter.

Moreover, it was a power accumulated from nearly a hundred million kills, a condensed and unyielding force that enveloped the ancient building overhead. Tracing its source, it locked onto the scattered memorial tablets on the ground.

As a demon that had survived in the Warp for millennia, it had witnessed much slaughter. But that was in group battles, where hordes of demons attacked together, and it took time!

But now, all of this belonged to him, a single demon, and it happened in an instant!

"Hahahahahaha--"

With a wild laugh, he raised the magic greatsword in his hand high. The remaining power in his body was mobilized in an instant. The incoming bolter rounds, no longer hindered by the slightest bit of power, penetrated his body directly.

Chaos power condensed within his body, and then a massive, violent shockwave spread outwards.

Wherever it passed, dust and smoke billowed, and plants swayed wildly. Even the glass of the surrounding buildings shattered from the impact.

Roadside pedestrians, who had no idea what was happening, were knocked to the ground by the sudden shockwave. As glass rained down, the injured people immediately caused screams from those around them, who began to scatter and flee.

At this moment, in mid-air, Papatyr's leg was completely shattered and broken, and a large hole was torn in its abdomen, leaving only flesh and blood connected.

But now, the bolter rounds aimed at him stopped around him, unable to move an inch.

With blood-red, slaughter-filled eyes, it looked down at the Blood Angels below, as if they were ants. It even had the thought that it might be able to sit on the Brass Throne itself.

And in the next moment, the flesh and blood on its body instantly recovered. Various fleshy tendrils, like parasitic worms within a mantis, began to intertwine, condense, and merge into one.

It closed its eyes and savored the feeling for a moment, then its eyes filled with surprise.

Because there was no Warp in this world, and after nearly a thousand years of slaughter, although its soul had long since vanished, the negative emotional energy left behind by the slaughter had formed a certain amount of power that remained in various parts of this world, attaching itself to objects and buildings.

"If I kill all the humans in this world, it's very likely I'll become the most powerful demon under the Brass Throne."

Thinking this, it felt the attack from below again and a mocking smile spread across its lips. Although its strength had been halved, these negative energies of slaughter had stabilized its power.

However, the ranged attacks similar to magic had disappeared. Only close-combat attacks and its formidable physical body remained.

The air suddenly shook, and then it slashed towards Quan Tiehua, leaving a sonic boom in its wake.

The culprit who had brought it to this state. Since it didn't know if it could return, it decided to just kill him.

Quan Tiehua leaped forward, but his speed was nowhere near enough to dodge the attack. His left shoulder pauldron was instantly sliced off, along with a large chunk of flesh from his shoulder.

If he hadn't reacted in time, it would have been a diagonal slash from his right shoulder, splitting him in half.

But the demon Papatyr's reaction speed was even faster. After slashing the ground, it suddenly uppercutted.

It directly carved a large gash in Quan Tiehua's jump pack, sparks flying.

This scene instantly made the surrounding Blood Angels feel as if they had been transported to the Golden Throne.

Chapter Master Affos's Power Sword glowed blue as he swung it in a diagonal slash, directly blocking the demon Papatyr's third attack.

Quan Tiehua ignored it, but he was panicking now, feeling the increasing heat from his jump pack behind him.

"Help me quickly."

He said this as he charged towards the nearest Tech-Sergeant, while Gers also drew his Chainsword and joined the close-combat attack.

As a son of the White Scars, coupled with a hundred years of combat experience, his speed was almost the fastest in the entire Chapter.