A Pastor's Grand Birthday Celebration!

Lin En was going too, and the two Adeptus Custodes were shocked pale.

But being shocked pale was useless.

Lin En needed to maintain his aura and cast Purification, so he was definitely going down there.

Still, the fact that it was a Forge World had one advantage.

The advantage was that Lin En could find a vehicle and sit inside it once they got down there.

Would it be useful? Unknown, but at least it would look less dangerous.

Cheerfully, Lin En turned and headed toward the Thunderhawk Gunship hangar.

He was already working out the formation in his head—

Set up Group Healing, apply Emperor's Gaze and Weapon Enchantment, and cast Purification once every half hour too.

Then!

Psychic! Paradox!

Psychic Paradox, Psychic Paradox, Psychic Paradox! Stack Psychic Paradox on everything.

What Tzeentch demons? Mere trifles.

The Lamenters would split into several assault waves. The first wave would clear the main thoroughfares, the second would suppress the forge temples, and the third would cut through to the furnace core.

He would go with the third wave and drive straight into the furnace core.

Then!

Dimensional Slash!

Dimensional Slash, Dimensional Slash, Dimensional Slash!

What ancient demon? It could take that up with his spatial rifts!

Perfect!

What an exquisitely brilliant tactic!

Happily, Lin En headed down, taking huge strides.

Then—

A hand landed on his shoulder.

It was very strong.

Like a potato being pinned down, Lin En was forced to stop.

...These three-meter-tall people were seriously annoying.

So what if they were three meters tall?!

Lin En turned and saw Valerian holding him in place.

The armored Adeptus Custodes was built like a door, and standing beside Lin En, he directly cast him into the shadow of the lights.

Carl stood beside him in much the same posture.