40K's Last Eunuch

The Psyker, guarded in their cells and wearing Automated Confession Device, suddenly seemed to sense something and abruptly changed their posture from bowing their heads in prayer to staring intently outside.

The inspector from the Department of Justice naturally noticed this phenomenon, but being stared at by dozens of people with unfocused eyes, dilated pupils, bulging blood vessels, and throbbing veins, his heart subconsciously stopped for half a second, and he immediately realized that something was wrong!

Before he could react and issue a warning, he saw flames erupting wildly from the bodies of all the Psyker.

Those flames are not flames that actually exist in the physical universe, but rather projections of waves from the Warp. Under normal circumstances, they are only a sign that Psyker is about to be swallowed by the Warp.

But who has ever seen dozens of Psyker go berserk at once?

In any case, this inspector from the Department of Justice had never seen such a "dazzling" and "exquisite" scene in his life.

Boom--!!!

Amidst the earth-shattering explosions, the wails of Psyker could be heard!

One, two. Then three, four, until all forty-seven Psyker imprisoned in one room were swallowed by the Warp and exploded!

Even in his final moments, the inspector from the Department of Justice remained incredulous.

Why did the Automated Confession Device malfunction?

Meanwhile, Garken, seated Upper-hive Ecclesiarchy, gazed upon the surging Psychic Power ignited in the Mid-hive. His lips parted slightly, and he uttered a soft, "BOOM!"

Then, his expression gradually turned into a sinister grin. "Hahahaha. Do you like the gifts I gave you? Don't worry, this is just the first surprise!"

Why do Automated Confession Device malfunction?

Of course, it's because he had already secretly tampered with it, replacing part of the Emperor's Maxim with Warp summoning spell.

Even the playback time, number of times, and when to achieve the best effect are all carefully calculated.

This was all for this moment, to let the proud Emperor's Angel taste what it meant to be "schemed" by mortals.

Hahahaha

Arrogant, mocking, and derisive laughter echoed before the shattered statue of the Emperor.

Garken, standing atop the shattered statue of the Emperor, clutching the Emperor's Maxim, spoke with a mocking expression, "Look at you, your people, your proud angels, are nothing but my laughable pawns. And you are ultimately just a false god! Rotting flesh sitting on the Golden Throne!"

He laughed heartily, as if he wanted to vent all the grievances he had held back over the years.

"I've done a great job!"

"I shed so much blood for the Imperium! Why must I suffer such torment in my old age?!"

"It's alright, I understand now. There is no such thing as Emperor; you are long dead. The great Lord of Change is my choice!"

Garken appeared to be insane, singing and dancing.

His plan was rewarded by the "Lord of Change," allowing him to further shed his human form.

The feeling of weakness completely disappeared. He could clearly feel that his arms had become stronger, his legs contained explosive power, and his skin was as tough as iron. With each breath, he could cause the surrounding air to vibrate. This was the treatment a "hero" should enjoy!

"Great Lord of Change, I will now show you an even more magnificent plan!"

Garken waved his arms as if conducting a symphony, deeply immersed in the music, unable to extricate himself.

The surging torrent of Psychic Power, mixed with the agonizing screams of the Psyker, converged into the sharpest spear, directly shattering the already fragile Materium barrier of this place!

In an instant, the terrifying rift expanded, reaching a diameter of several hundred meters, almost covering most of the settlement!

The edges of the fissures burning with Psychic Power flames seemed to be drawn to the fissures of the Upper-hive, showing signs of connection between them. The evil of the High Heavens flowing out from within was like a raging, violent tsunami, washing over everyone, even the spirit and will of Astartes!

At this moment, the person suffering the most is none other than Alvin.

He was an "A-class" Psyker, and although the "necklace" given to him by Aruman suppressed him, the impact of facing Warp Rift hundreds of meters wide was not something he could easily withstand.

Boom!

Alvin's pupils immediately lost focus, as if he had been forcibly pulled into a "vortex" by a force.

In that Chaos and disordered Warp, filled with evil, he was as small as a grain of sand, yet he could feel the malicious glances from all directions, even from four pairs of eyes.

Above the endless rainbow plateau, reflecting madness and despair, pain and hope, deep within a vast labyrinth built of crystal walls composed of countless thoughts and greed, lies a body with constantly changing and distorted faces, each face's eyes seemingly staring at his fragile soul.

Whether it was a sidelong glance, curiosity, mockery, or ridicule, they all uttered a myriad of subtle yet distinct tones.

The sound was faint, yet it could penetrate to the very soul.

Like scratching an itch through a boot, it corroded little by little, penetrating deep into the bone marrow, causing Alvin unbearable pain.

In the blink of an eye, his soul was pulled to the Crimson Plains.

On a hill-like base of bloodstained corpses and skulls stood a massive Brass Throne.

A blood-red figure wearing a huge winged helmet and finely crafted plate armor cast a glance at him from the hill of countless skulls and skeletal remains. The gaze was devoid of any emotion or meaning, as if it were simply watching indifferently.

Thump!

Thump!

Thump!

The thunderous drumbeats, like spring thunder, shook the heavens and resounded across the desolate, blood-red plains!

He saw it: on the edge of the horizon, a huge city wall rose up as if it were touching the sky. Its deep red color was like it had been smeared with blood. Sharp iron spears were stuck all over the top of the city wall, stretching from one end of the sky to the other, like an endless blood-red ladder to heaven!

Countless cries and screams that tormented the souls, mingled with the deafening drumbeats, seemed to be composed into a maddening war song!

Then, Alvin knelt on one knee in agony, his teeth almost grinding to powder, enduring the constant onslaught of the war song that dragged him into madness and slaughter, his will nearly collapsing.

He witnessed an even more terrifying scene: a gigantic Daemon with blood-red bat wings, a body as large as a small mountain, deformed and thick bull horns, and a ferocious face, wielding an axe and an iron whip, approached Alvin under the watchful gaze of the ruler on the Brass Throne.

"I am Skarage, a servant of His Majesty the Blood God!"

The Daemon, named "Skarage," with its blood-red, lantern-like eyes, glared at the tiny Alvin and roared like Stormfront: "I challenge you to a glorious duel, you coward!!!"

Damn, does he have to hold a grudge like that?!

They're supposed to be one of the four supreme gods, yet they've been called "cowards" for almost fifty chapters!

In his agony, Alvin made a firm decision: if he ever dared to be so foul-mouthed again, he would castrate himself and become the first eunuch in the 40K!

Good fortune never comes in pairs, but misfortunes never come singly.