Transmigrated to Warhammer 40K: I Am the Hilling Emperor
Chapter 269

Abyssal Feast

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Just as Puni was about to unleash his full power and press it against the existence beyond the rift, dazzling radiance nearly solidified into countless chains of law that coiled around the edges of the rift—

"Heh... hahahaha—"

A clear, twisted laugh brimming with malice pierced straight through the spatial bulwark and echoed from within the rift! The power contained in that laughter brought the flow of energy throughout the entire Warp to a halt.

The instant that laughter rang out, Tzeentch, who had been locked in fierce battle with Lan, was frozen in place as well.

He sensed an incomparably terrifying existence descending upon this place.

Then, under everyone's horrified gaze, a gigantic hand covered in rough, filthy skin suddenly gripped the edge of the rift! A grotesque giant beyond description forced its way out of the rift, enduring Puni's holy power head-on!

Its body was not especially enormous, but where its face should have been was only a massive, constantly writhing tentacle covered in suckers.

As it descended, an indescribable power instantly spread—

Color vanished.

The entire world, along with the roiling Warp energy, faded at once into pure black, white, and gray.

It was not merely vision. Time itself seemed to have frozen.

Dust drifting through the air, splashing blood, burning flames, and every corrupted creature and warrior upon the battlefield... all were fixed in place like a motionless image.

The power of the Abyss within Tzeentch seemed to have been awakened. It churned endlessly, trying to break free of his body and surge toward that terrifying figure.

Yet his thoughts still raged furiously, filled with incredulous terror.

Even an existence like him had failed to escape this sweeping upheaval!

It reminded him of the being that had once granted him knowledge—the One-in-All, Yog-Sothoth. And now, he

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