The Chapter Master's orders were absolute and beyond question!
Even though the command headquarters of the Asia-Pacific Theater raised objections, after a brief hesitation, they still chose to comply.
After all, they had not the slightest experience dealing with Daemons. They could only trust these Space Marines.
The Space Marines who had constructed the isolation line focused only on the outskirts, attempting to hold back the Chaos entities that were trying to break through. They completely ignored the evil at the core—the spellcaster wantonly manipulating sorcery, fooling with the laws of physics and reality, and trampling order.
Frederick Taylor, realizing that he had been ignored all along, revealed a sinister look in his eyes.
Very well. As a noble Chosen of the Gods, he had actually been "ignored" by these ants?
"I'll show you the price of daring to ignore me!" He let out a shrill psychic howl. The storm, powerful enough to destroy an individual's soul, swept toward the Space Marines like a tangible force.
Yet this psychic storm, powerful enough to destroy mortal wills, was completely unable to shake the Space Marines whose resolve was as solid as stone.
However, this was merely an appetizer!
As a powerful spellcaster, Frederick Taylor possessed more than a thousand kinds of evil sorcery. He did not mind using the blood of these so-called "Angels of the Emperor" to pave the blood foundation of his own "transformation"!
Soon, a string of obscure, awkward, inhuman blasphemous incantations poured from Frederick Taylor's beak.
The entire battlefield seemed to be dragged into the Warp. Even more twisted and subversive laws enveloped the area!
Seeing this, the Chief Librarian no longer hesitated and charged at the Daemon casting the spell.
He knew very well that they absolutely could not let the opponent complete the sorcery. Otherwise,