Chapter 4

The Keeper of Secrets fell into thought, sifting through information in its mush-like brain before finally speaking.

"Are you referring to that War Band called the Blissful Angels?"

"That's right. The Chaos Lord of that War Band is also a Dark Apostle. He made a deal with me. He needs my help in his ascension plan, and in return, all the Astartes souls in his Chaos War Band, except for himself, belong to me as my collection."

The fallen Nun propped her chin, narrowing her eyes.

"But I just sensed a Space Marine die, and his soul did not arrive in my chambers according to the contract."

"What a pity."

The Keeper of Secrets showed a hint of regret, "Otherwise, we would have had another toy."

"Never mind, there's no need to worry about this now, it's just one soul."

Miriael sighed and waved her hand, "Who knows? Perhaps only the Lord of Pleasure knows where that soul went."

She was quite used to such things.

After all, in this universe, it was common for souls not to return to the deity they believed in; there were simply too many possibilities.

Being killed and beheaded by a Khorne demon, dying under some artifact, or perhaps the Chaos Lord himself interfered, and so on, were all possible.

"Fine, fine. I'll contact that Chaos Lord later and see what's going on."

As a fallen Nun who worshipped Slaanesh, she now only cared about her own pleasure and sensory stimulation, and was indifferent to these matters.

Meanwhile, on the ship.

Rowan was completely unaware of everything that had happened in the Warp.

He looked up at the group of Genestealers and spoke.

"I have no hostility towards you. How about we have someone who can talk and exchange information?"

Rowan had a clever plan.

As the vanguard of the Great Devourer's invasion of the galaxy, Genestealers, while retaining some self-awareness of the infected, were essentially no different from a Gestalt consciousness swarm.

In other words, killing the psychic creature acting as a command node could still throw them into chaos.

Let's see if I can trick the leader of these sneaky xenos first!

But unfortunately, his response was a hail of bullets from Autoguns, Lasguns, Bolters, and other weapons.

"Alright, I knew it."

All the bullets were blocked or even deflected about two meters away from Rowan.

With a mere thought, he altered the physical properties of the air around him, making its hardness and toughness comparable to high-strength alloys. As long as the armor-piercing capability did not reach the level of two meters of homogeneous steel, this Rigid Air Shield could not be broken!

"One, two, three... a total of forty-three surviving Genestealers."

Rowan stood firm amidst the rain of bullets, counting the enemies before him.

Although he could see the location of all the enemies, Rowan had no intention of repeating his previous trick.

No matter how great his potential was, he was currently just a minor Level 2 Reality Warper, with limited range and intensity for reality distortion.

Rowan knew very well that he couldn't instantly kill all the enemies with a single thought right now. He could kill them one by one, but it was too slow.

However, based on his knowledge of Warhammer, he had a more effortless option.

Amidst the torrent of bullets, Rowan beckoned, and the Bolter left behind by the Chaos Space Marine flew up automatically, landing in his hand.

An invisible hand swept over the entire Bolter in an instant. The Bolter trembled, and an unknown liquid even flowed from its muzzle, emitting a faint clicking sound.

The Machine Spirit rejoiced, kid!

Rowan faced the enemies, raised the Bolter, and without aiming, pulled the trigger.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

The gunshots were almost continuous. The Bolter began to spray bullets at a rate far exceeding its normal rate of fire and ammunition capacity. In a short time, it fired nearly two magazines, with no intention of stopping.

The muzzle trembled slightly, and each bullet seemed to have a mind of its own, accurately hitting the bare heads of the sneaky xenos. Dozens of brilliant blood flowers bloomed, and specks of blood and brain matter splattered onto the ceiling.

The most unlucky was the Genestealer commander. With a miniature personal shield, he received intense attention. An excessive amount of bolter rounds were poured onto him, smearing him evenly across the floor. The flesh and blood from his dismembered body likely contained less Steel-Piercing Bolter Round than the commander himself.

Rowan released the trigger, and the Bolter reluctantly stopped. There was no living creature left in sight.

He curiously pulled out the magazine and glanced at the remaining bolter rounds. There was still almost half a magazine left.

Such power?

He had only used his reality-warping ability to offset the recoil and weight, and then let the Machine Spirit have its way. He hadn't expected such good results!

"But now it's finally quiet. I can see where I am now."

A few minutes later.

Having successfully extracted memories from the Chaos Space Marine's mind, Rowan obtained the information he wanted.

It was M41.890, more than a hundred years before the ever-victorious Warmaster Abaddon delivered a mutual destruction blow to Cadia. That blue-skinned man had not yet woken up to lead the Imperium to greatness again.

Of course, this did not mean Rowan could live in peace. In the dark late 41st millennium, the closer the Great Rift opened, the more frequent the outbreaks of chaos would be.

Badab War, World Engine War, Second Armageddon War, Pandorax War, T'au Empire's Sphere Expansion, Second Tyrannic War, Third Tyrannic War, Third Armageddon War, Battle of the Orpheus Sector...

Low EQ: What kind of hellhole is this place.

High EQ: A vibrant scene, all things flourish!

And Rowan was currently located in a star system within the Sol Sector. The Imperial World in this system had started having Ork problems, and it was getting worse. Even an Armageddon Steel Legion unit that had received the Astropathic Message (Astropathic Message) to provide support couldn't suppress them.

Perhaps due to its location in the Sol Sector, the Imperium's efficiency was much faster than normal. A thousand Battle Sisters from the Order of the Martyred Saint and two standard Astra Militarum regiments responded to the call and, aboard a Lunar-class Cruiser, quickly arrived in this star system.

As soon as they emerged from the Mandeville Point, they were ambushed by a Chaos War Band called the [Blissful Angels] that had planned it long in advance. A large number of Chaos Space Marines used boarding torpedoes to charge into the cruiser, initiating a fierce slaughter.

Moreover, one of the Astra Militarum regiments had already been largely infected by Genestealers. The Chaos invasion had just exposed their disguise, and a three-way chaotic battle was thus formed.

It could only be said that such a situation was too normal in Warhammer. Rowan wasn't surprised at all and didn't even feel like complaining.

Knowing his predicament, he quickly made up his mind.

"The primary task now is to rendezvous with the loyalists on this ship. I don't want to try taking on an entire Chaos War Band alone, nor do I want to try surviving alone in space."

Rowan simply gathered some weapons and explosives he might need from the battlefield and, following the memories of this Chaos Space Marine, headed towards the main battlefield.