Did You Make The Emperor's Sword?

"What the fuck?????" Iron Hammer stared in dumbfounded shock.

"Did you make The Emperor's Sword???!!!!!!"

Iron Hammer's voice pitched so high it was cracking, drawing even Tyrennius and the sister, who were fighting over there, to cast a sliver of attention this way.

"The spectral analysis of the energy wavelength shifted into the Holy Light band! This kind of energy Enchanting I've only ever seen in one record—how the hell did you pull this off—"

What was the principle? What was the energy conversion path? What was the Enchanting medium? And what was the forging method?

You just slapped it like that, and it turned into The Emperor's Sword?????

Iron Hammer chased after him, demanding to know how he pulled it off.

Lin En said, "Calm down."

Iron Hammer said, "I am very calm!!!"

Lin En thought, . You are not calm at all.

Annoyed by his pestering, Lin En tossed his head. "Because I am pious."

That's right, he was simply the most pious person toward the Emperor.

What should this Enchanting be called from now on? Ah, got it, let's call it Loyalty Aura!!!!

Be loyal, all of you!!!

Iron Hammer was stunned, yet unable to find a reason to refute him.

The Emperor protects, right?

Look, the light of the Emperor, golden and brilliant—this right here was clearly the Holy Light Blessing, completely reasonable, wasn't it?

Iron Hammer's mouth opened and closed, closed and opened.

He probably wanted to argue, but that layer of Golden Light on the chainsword was right there in plain sight. Who could argue with that?

Just one slap.

Was The Emperor's Sword really made this way????

Iron Hammer's pupils shook.

By the Machine God, the end of technology really was faith.

Sister Cecilia rushed over, looking equally dumbfounded upon catching sight of that glowing Golden Light Holy Great Chainsword.

"Ah????"

She looked over at Iron Hammer in shock.

Could she somehow have picked up the reincarnation of the Machine God?

Iron Hammer yelled, "It wasn't me!!!!"

Over on Tyrennius's side, he was running out of endurance.

"Stop talking for a moment, hurry up and give the sword to Tyrennius. He's about to be beaten to death," Lin En reminded her.

Right, everything else could wait; first, they needed to save the poor Emperor's Angel.

Cecilia stepped back two paces, grasped the hilt with both hands, and spun around a half-circle to build momentum, hurling the chainsword like a javelin out into the cavern.

The Blood Angels space marine caught the Holy Light Great Chainsword the sister tossed over in one smooth motion, and once he registered what he had caught, he froze.

Another tentacle of the Chaos Spawn swept horizontally toward him.

Tyrennius let the hand holding the sword sink downward with the momentum, pointing the blade tip diagonally upward. He flipped the switch, and the teeth of the Holy Light chainsword roared to life.

--It sliced through that sweeping tentacle in one stroke, just like cutting through a real octopus leg.

Golden light spread from the blade up his arm, crawling from his arm onto his shoulder guard, plating the blood-red armor of his upper torso in a layer of pulsing golden light.

The visual effect was staggering.

Tyrennius looked down at the chainsword glowing with Golden Light and drew in a sharp breath.

Good lord.

What was this?

The Chaos Spawn felt the pain, twitching and roaring all at once.

Tyrennius raised his head, the red glow of his optic lenses piercing through the golden light film to lock onto the Chaos Spawn before him.

The great maw of the Chaos Spawn gaped wide, letting out a roar.

Rubble from the cavern ceiling rained down in a patter.

His power-armored boot slammed hard against the ground.

The jump pack of his power armor detonated with a low roar, and Tyrennius charged forward wielding that holy greatsword, his entire form blurring into a bloody, golden afterimage.

The golden radiance of the chainsword carved a straight line through the air in his grasp.

That line cleaved in from the upper-left corner of the Chaos Spawn, passing through the wall of tentacles, straight through the middle of its hideous brow, through its chest cavity, through its abdomen, and finally slashing directly out from the bottom-right corner.

--Wielding that great chainsword glowing with Golden Light, Tyrennius cleaved the Chaos Spawn right in two with a single strike!

Meeting zero resistance, it felt as though he were hacking through a soft persimmon.

The Chaos Spawn let out a shrill roar, its flesh sizzling and popping like water splashing into a pan of hot oil the moment it touched the Golden Light on the blade.

The foul flesh of Chaos began to burn upon contact with the Golden Light.

Those dark purple tentacles shattered into ash like paper within the Golden Light, dissolving away completely in midair before they could even drift down to the ground.

The body of the Chaos Spawn fell to the earth in two halves.

Its mutated limbs burned to ash within the Golden Light, and the corpse that finally hit the ground had unexpectedly reverted to a basic humanoid shape.

Black gas billowed from the jagged fractures of the corpse, leaking a reeking, acrid black smoke the moment it touched the Golden Light, until even the gas was thoroughly vaporized by the glow.

The Chaos contamination afflicting it had undergone Purification.

The Astartes gazed down at the corpse that had recovered a basic human form. A deep electronic voice rang out from inside his helmet as he said, "The Emperor forgives you."

From the moment Tyrennius delivered his strike to the Chaos Spawn dissolving into two smoking piles of rubble on the ground, the entire process took less than three seconds.

"So fucking badass --!!!!!lly!"

Lin En and Iron Hammer clapped like seals in the back.

Badass!!!

Lin En clapped the hardest.

It was worth it, completely worth it.

Whoever told him in the future that support was useless, he would drag Tyrennius—armed with the Emperor edition chain greatsword—over to meet them.

I'm just a support who doesn't know anything, take up whatever complaints you have with the Astartes in my squad.

For some reason, the cultists hadn't followed them despite the massive commotion over here, making it temporarily safe.

Tyrennius turned around, holding that holy greatsword in his grip. "What is this?"

His voice filtered out from within his helmet, sounding slightly muffled as he asked in bewilderment.

The hands cupping his standard-issue chain greatsword were holding it like a holy relic.

His chainsword was a standard-issue pattern forged in Baal Monastery; it didn't glow, nor did it possess any Purification effect against Warp entities. Hacking into a Chaos Spawn at best severed its tentacles, never causing this kind of incineration effect.

A weapon with this kind of effect was...

The Emperor's Sword?

He had retrofitted his standard-issue chainsword into The Emperor's Sword in just this short amount of time?

How on earth was that even done?

Could Iron Hammer be an unworldly forging master despite his youth?

"No no no no no not me!" Meeting his gaze, Iron Hammer hurriedly waved his hands and shook his head. "Not me, not me, not me, not me--"

He pointed straight at Lin En. "I'm only in charge of repairs, I don't know how to do any of the rest! It was him!"

"Lin En gave it one slap, and the chainsword suddenly started glowing!!! I saw it with my own eyes! Just bam! Holy light! Golden Light! The light of the Emperor!!!!"

Cecilia and Tyrennius pivoted their gazes onto Lin En at the same time.

Lin En smiled sheepishly, flashing a row of white teeth. "It was me. The Emperor saw how pious I was and granted me the Holy Light Blessing. It can be cast once every hour, and each blessing lasts for thirty minutes."

Tyrennius asked, "?"

Cecilia asked, "?"

Iron Hammer asked, "?"

Their gazes all shifted simultaneously to land on Lin En's face.

Lin En replied, "Hehe."

Baring his teeth, looking bright and cheerful.

Who didn't believe it? Anyone who didn't believe it could just take a look at this Holy Light Great Chainsword.

The Holy Light Great Chainsword, smashing away all your unhappiness.