Completely Mad-No One Was Getting Out Unscathed!

It's that name again?!

"Atropos"—this was the second time Alvin had heard this "name" from the Chaos.

As a "time traveler," he naturally knew this name, which originated from one of the three Fates born to Zeus in Greek mythology.

In Greek mythology, the powers of the Fates were so absolute that even Zeus, the God King, could not interfere with or alter them.

Legend has it that the three of them remain forever in the realm of gods, weaving a loom that weaves the threads of fate for all living beings.

The youngest, Clotho, is in charge of the future and weaving the thread of life, symbolizing the birth of life; the second sister, Lachesis, is responsible for measuring the length of the thread of life, symbolizing the length and encounters of life.

But the eldest sister, Atropos, is a bit different.

In mythology, she possesses a pair of scissors that can cut the threads of fate and are responsible for judging destiny.

The name "Atropos," in ancient Greek, also means "irresistible fate" or "inevitable end," reflecting the ultimate judgment of the power of fate represented by this goddess of destiny.

If the last time they encountered Tzeentch Daemon, the demon used this name, it might have been an exception. But this time, Alvin seemed to have a vague idea of what was going on.

He knelt on the ground, surrounded by ruins and wreckage. The side effects of overusing Psychic Power were like needle pricks, causing excruciating pain in his cerebral cortex. The repeated severe blows had also left the finely crafted power armor riddled with cracks, on the verge of collapsing at any moment.

The helmet's filter had been broken for a long time.

Even the Auspex and goggles were shattered in the previous violent impact, leaving his vision almost entirely black. He simply took off his helmet, threw it aside, and took a deep breath.

The stench of poison and sulfur seeped directly into the lungs from the blood-filled throat.

"The one who severs fate?" Gazing at the slowly approaching, blood-shrouded Daemon figure, like an insurmountable peak, Alvin couldn't help but smile bitterly. "The Emperor's expectations of me are certainly a bit too high. Could it be that he expects me to sever this chaotic situation?"

From the title "Chaos" bestowed upon him, Alvin could vaguely guess the reason why he was valued.

But he was never arrogant enough to believe that he had such great abilities that he could solve the Imperium's problems all by himself, let alone that he could save humanity.

"Such a grand vision as saving humanity should be left to the right people," Alvin muttered to himself, panting heavily as he straightened up from his knees. "As for me? I'm better suited to be an ordinary Rogue Trader, spending my free time wandering other worlds, experiencing different journeys and adventures. That's the life I want..."

His incessant rambling annoyed Angron for some reason. What was he babbling about?!

But—anyone who makes things difficult for me!

Suddenly, the human before them had a bloodthirsty, crazed look in his eyes. His entire face contorted into a ferocious expression, like a vengeful ghost, as he let out a hoarse, low roar, "Even if I die, I'll drag him down with me!!!"

His wish was to be a carefree, safe, and adventurous Rogue Trader, but if even this wish was denied, if someone were to drag him into the abyss...

Then let's go for it!

Alvin's eyes were bloodshot, and his five fingers, clad in power gloves, gripped the Atropos's Blade tightly. He exhaled heavy, scorching breaths, and the Psychic Power that had been drained from his body surged forth once more, even more powerfully than before!

"Not enough, not enough at all!!!"

He's really gone all out.

In the past, Alvin had always consciously or unconsciously restrained the speed at which he drew Psychic Power from the Warp. Because of the special nature of Psyker, the more they relied on the Warp, the more they would be devoured by Warp. He maintained a good balance in this process.

But now, under the immense pressure from the Daemon Primarch Angron, Alvin has finally stopped trying to control himself.

A roar like the tide, like spring thunder, resounded throughout the Blood Palace. The previously invisible Psychic Power transformed into a visible torrent, drawn by an invisible force from the Warp Rift behind the Khorne Daemons, rushing towards Alvin! It surged forth wildly!

A torrent of Psychic Power surged in from all directions, rushing into Alvin's body, its immense power coursing through his limbs and bones.

At this moment, Alvin felt extremely good.

"I feel like I have everything I need."

He murmured to himself, his gaze fixed on a certain spot, his fingers outstretched in a loose fist.

Bang!!!

The next moment, the Daemon in that direction, including hundreds of World Eaters berserkers, Bloodletters, and other members of the Khorne Legion, seemed to be squeezed by an invisible force and instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist!

"So, it's that simple." His eyes were completely stained with blood, and a terrifying killing intent surrounded him as he turned to the culprit, the Daemon Primarch Angron, who had driven him into this desperate situation.

The Blood Palace pillars, weighing hundreds of tons, were easily grasped by him and flew towards Angron like cannonballs.

Rumble!

The air was pierced by the object, which was tens of meters long and weighed hundreds of tons, creating rings of air. The booming sonic boom spread, and even the surrounding interstellar warriors could hardly withstand the ear-piercing noise.

"That's right! That's exactly it!"

Angron seemed to have seen it, the scene he had long awaited, and roared with high spirits, returning the favor in kind.

The blood axe, named "Soul Ripper," was swung out in a blur before slamming into the thrown pillar!

Boom!

The two sides collided, and terrifying sound waves spread.

The massive pillar was cleaved in two by a single axe blow. Angron didn't stop there, charging forward with devastating strides. His giant axe once again drew a deadly arc, cleaving straight towards the frail figure.

Alvin swung his knife to meet the attack.

Meow!

The clash of metal produced a sound as powerful as a resounding bell.

The terrifying sonic boom, accompanied by a shockwave, instantly shattered the ground beneath their feet. Visible shockwaves, like a world-destroying Stormfront, completely engulfed the entire Blood Palace!

The confrontation ended with Alvin being knocked away, temporarily putting a pause on the story.

Alvin crashed through several sturdy pillars, his waist and abdomen almost torn apart by the axe blow. Blood mixed with his internal organs gushed out as he slammed heavily into a metal wall, embedding himself inside.

However, despite the seemingly terrifying blow, Alvin appeared to feel no pain whatsoever; he easily stepped off the wall.

Swaying unsteadily, as if possessed by some kind of demon, he stared intently at Angron: "Not enough—power—I need more power..."

Buzz!!!

The words fell like the Rock dropped into a lake.

Ripples spread across the calm lake surface. The Warp Rift, which was originally only a few dozen meters wide, seemed to have been forcibly torn apart by some force, becoming a massive rift with a diameter of several hundred meters, stretching across the sky between the Blood Palace and Dragon Forest Star, resembling a miniature version of the "Curse Scar"!

Like a chasm in the sky, the Psykana Power surging from the depths of the turbulent Warp poured down like a tsunami into Alvin's body!

"I feel great now."

Alvin curled his lips into a sinister smile, his eyes shrouded in an eerie purple mist, tinged with a deep crimson hue. He swayed as he approached Angron: "Come, one of us must die today!"