"Battlefield, reveal yourself before me."
At Cisrain's command, the battlefield began to materialize before him. Within the world projected by the interface, he even felt as though he could grasp the physical laws of the real universe in his hand.
Of course, grasping the physical laws of reality was like a mantis shrimp. To ordinary people, the water before them was water, but to a mantis shrimp, it was almost solid. The force it could unleash in an instant could utterly shatter the "solid" water molecules in a small area. The result was an unimaginably terrifying temperature at the center of its forelimbs, like nuclear fusion.
And that was how Cisrain felt.
Before him, it seemed as if the world itself could be twisted.
This was no illusion. It was the effect produced after genetic ascension reached a certain level. His strength truly could "crush" air and "burst" planets.
This was the change brought by Tier Three genetic ascension.
Previously, the power of the Warp could still exert the slightest influence on Cisrain.
But now, Cisrain's individual strength was enough to crush any psychic power from the Warp, even Nurgle's so-called cauldron.
As for whether there would be problems if he drank whatever was in Nurgle's pot—
Perhaps there would be. Perhaps there would not.
But he had no intention of trying that stuff.
Though, if the chance arose, he could give Nurgle on the Brass Throne a try.
Whether it was the Golden Throne or the Brass Throne, their symbolic meanings were different. There was no hierarchy between them. The Brass Throne merely represented the clash of iron and fire in the age of ancient civilizations.
"My lord, our Fourth Army Group is expanding into the surrounding frontier regions."
Before Cisrain, every marker of war was displayed with perfect