Feeling her connection with Rena weakening, Lynn could no longer remain calm.
The biting chill did not come from the void within this Warp, but rather from the depths of the soul.
He could clearly sense that the spiritual bond between himself and Rena, which spanned the gap between the material universe and the Warp, was rapidly deteriorating and decaying.
This is not just a weakening of communication signals; it's the erosion of the bond between souls, bit by bit.
Ever since the moment Tzeentch's massive web of Psychic Power tentacles tightly bound the Dragon of Frost, this bond has been subject to continuous erosion.
The once flowing resonance of the soul has shattered into fragmented echoes.
Lynn could only catch a few fragmented emotions: worry, reluctance, and anxiety that he didn't want him to be in danger.
With each breath, a portion of the fragment dissipates.
Through the Psychic Power cage, Lynn looked toward the Dragon of Frost.
The Dragon of Frost's purple dragon eyes, which held Rena's independent personality, visibly dimmed.
Tzeentch's tentacles pierced through scales and nerves, directly affecting the spiritual level, plundering this unique soul torn from the collective will of the Tyranid Hive.
On the system interface, the Psychic Power feedback curves of all creatures originating from Rena plummeted, steadily sliding towards zero.
" Rena! Answer me!"
Lynn poured out her spiritual strength in a heart-to-heart connection, shouting out her innermost feelings.
The only response he received was a faint tremor of Psychic Power, followed by deathly silence.
The bond is deteriorating rapidly, and it seems that in the next second, this connection will completely dissipate in the Warp turbulence.
Countless memories flooded back, one after another.
Their first encounter in Necromunda took place before the Forbidden Wall.
The Dragon of Frost stepped forward and froze a million barbarian cavalry.
Amidst the smoke and fire of Carl II, two individuals, one overt and one covert, stirred up the Orks's power structure.
Countless nights, the tiny Ripper curled up on his shoulder, listening to the troubles of mortals.
During his Warp travels, the Shadow in the Warp isolated him from the demonic whispers, providing him with a safe haven.
Rena was originally just a cold tool of the Hive Mind, without a self, without a name, without love or hate.
It was Lynn who gave her the opportunity to break free from the collective consciousness, gave her a name, and taught her what joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness are.
In this dark and desperate forty-first millennium, they crossed the chasm between humans and Tyranids, becoming each other's only support.
If the bond breaks, Rena's independent soul will be devoured by Tzeentch.
Even if he leaves this place alive and continues to be the Planetary Governor with a large army, what's the point of all this?
Overwhelming rage and suffocating despair broke through the shackles of reason.
The Power Armour's servo system overloaded due to violent energy fluctuations, causing the pipelines to emit a piercing shriek and tiny sparks to fly from the edge of the helmet.
Lynn bit her lower lip hard, her mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood.
He disregarded the taboo of mortals facing Warp god, raised his head, and poured all his soul power into the distorted Warp crevice, roaring out that name.
" Tzeentch! I'm going to kill you! I'll definitely kill you!"
This is no ordinary curse, but one of the most significant among the many true names of the Lord of Change.
In the ancient laws of the Warp, every demon, regardless of its strength, possesses a unique True Name.
It is not a simple code name, but something created by the Chaos Gods at the time of the demon's birth and imprinted on its origin, equivalent to its own source code.
Knowing the true names of low-ranking demons, one can suppress or even seize control simply by reciting them aloud.
It is said that the Imperial Inquisition even paid a heavy price for this, compiling the " Grimoire of True Names ".
The true names of demons captured and tortured are recorded as a trump card in the fight against demons.
In general, it is believed that true names are key to defeating powerful Greater Daemon and weakening them.
Reciting the true name can, at best, bind and severely injure the avatar, and at worst, shatter the anchor point in the mortal world and forcibly banish it back to the Warp.
But Lynn was not facing an ordinary Greater Daemon.
He is Tzeentch!
He is the embodiment of magic, change, and destiny.
Even the rules of the Warp, including the True Name system, were created by Himself.
To attempt to use the laws He established to turn against Him is like trying to drown the river god.
Moreover, the Lord of Change possesses an endless array of names and true names, allowing him to alter his own identity at will.
What mortals know is merely the tip of the iceberg of His countless names.
The moment Lynn uttered that true name at the cost of a tremor in his soul.
The Tzeentch avatar that was extracting Rena's soul suddenly froze, all its writhing tentacles hanging in the air.
The tentacles, covered with countless eerie eyes, twisted simultaneously with the vortex-like head, and all those eyes locked onto Lynn.
A miracle briefly occurred.
The tentacles binding the Dragon of Frost suddenly loosened their grip, abruptly halting the process of Rena's dying spirit.
The thread of soul bond that was constantly being worn away briefly regained a glimmer of light, and the almost completely lost brilliance in the dragon's eyes briefly returned.
The chance for a turnaround is fleeting.
A flicker of pure surprise crossed the thousands of eyes.
A mere mortal human being actually able to discern one of the true names of the Lord of Change.
After the initial surprise, a surge of intense amusement and interest followed.
It's like seeing a caged bird snatch a hunter's dagger and try to turn the tables on the hunter.
The vast, invisible consciousness imprinted itself directly onto Lynn's soul without relying on sound waves, resonating throughout the entire Warp interlayer.
"Interesting mortals..."
The anticipated weakening and exile did not affect Tzeentch's avatar in the slightest.
A devastating backlash suddenly struck.
The Psychic Power dust and high-energy particles that were drifting aimlessly on the outer edge of the Warp seemed to receive a supreme command, and all of them changed direction, converging into a rushing and dazzling river of light, which surged toward Lynn like a tidal wave.
This is the Warp's punishment upon the blasphemers!
Countless high-speed Psychic Power particles bombarded the area like billions of miniature blades.
Even after surviving numerous bloody battles, the meticulously crafted Power Armour couldn't sustain a single full breath. The heavy alloy armor vaporized and disintegrated like beeswax when heated, scattering fragments everywhere.
Immediately following, a violent surge of energy poured onto the flesh and blood, causing the skin, fascia, and bones to disintegrate and dissolve inch by inch under the onslaught of particles.
The blood evaporated into a pale red mist in the Warp before it could even splatter.
The entire physical body vanished into nothingness in an instant.