Ferrus looked back at the new star in the void, silently adjusted his fleet, and faced the mad Shaper Union head-on.
His face was more solemn than usual as he rapidly deployed troops and generals on the command terminal, using a focused attack to break through the Alien fleet and suppress their frantic counterattack with the devastating firepower of lances and macro cannons.
At this point in the battle, no matter what his brother intended to do, he could not turn his ships back to question him; he would silently support Blazkowicz with his actions.
Even though he was full of confusion, Ferrus chose to deal with the Alien threat first.
Regardless, Blazkowicz was his blood brother, a close family member bound by blood.
Perhaps his hiding the truth and launching a secret operation was inappropriate, but this was a family matter, best resolved behind closed doors, with no need to make it public.
Primarchs were Sons of the Emperor, symbols of the Imperium of Man, and needed to consider their external image, preventing rifts between Primarchs from tearing the Imperium apart.
Ferrus deployed his forces, tearing apart the Shaper Union's front, and glanced at the astonishingly bright Alien Homeworld in the void, murmuring, "Blazkowicz, you'd better give me a reasonable explanation—"
With a sky-engulfing blaze, Blazkowicz ordered Imperial warships to pour massive amounts of oxidizer onto the world, urging the flames to consume the entire planet.
The flames burned for ten terra days, with temperatures soaring to two thousand degrees at their peak, incinerating the entire world.
After the fires died down, Ganas Homeworld's volume shrank, and its surface material was completely burned away.
The once-fertile life-sustaining planet became an artificial "Death World" composed of lava, ash, and a vitrified surface, predominantly dark red, black, and scattered yellowish-white.
The fertile land was evaporated by the flames, and the planet's surface was grim and shattered, covered with cracks and scars formed by melting and cooling.
On the Royal Majesty, Blazkowicz sat on the bridge's throne, frowning, his eyes fixed on the Death World, hoping for a faint response.
But Ganas Homeworld had fallen into dead silence, with no further movement, and no living beings responded to his gaze.
He sighed helplessly; his probing was like a stone sinking into the sea, receiving no response. The Ganas Worm intended to hide resolutely and would not appear again.
Blazkowicz tapped his finger on the armrest of the throne, judging Ganas with death: "Bipolar Cyclone Torpedoes loading—wait, Molecular Disintegrator Cannons commencing charge, let's utterly destroy Ganas Homeworld." He had originally planned to shatter Ganas Homeworld with Bipolar Cyclone Torpedoes, but ultimately decided to use Molecular Disintegrator Cannons.
Shattering the world with Bipolar Cyclone Torpedoes might leave larger world fragments, allowing the worm to continue surviving in the void.
If the Mother Bug, in desperation, initiated Warp travel, it might even escape to other places to multiply.
Therefore, to completely kill the Mother Bug and Father Bug, the Molecular Disintegrator Cannon was most suitable, reducing everything to molecular dust.
Gates faithfully executed the throne's command, even though, in its view, the world beneath them was already lifeless and held no practical value.
Under the Iron Men's control, the Royal Majesty adjusted its posture, its bow facing Ganas Homeworld, and the cannon deck slowly opened, awaiting the Molecular Disintegrator Cannon's charge to destroy the entire world in one fell swoop.
The Royal Majesty's actions astonished the Iron Hands Legion and the Imperial delegation who had come to negotiate.
The Iron Hands Marine frowned, feeling that such an action was highly inappropriate and devoid of any honor.
The Primarch's current actions were like a mortal consumed by rage, lashing out at the corpse of a dead enemy to vent his inner fury.
Facing the Primarch, he dared not stop him or speak, silently recording everything with his bird-eye instrument to be decided by his Gene-Father.
On the Imperial delegation's ship, calm was drenched in cold sweat from fright. He dared not imagine the contamination this scene would bring to the Son of the Emperor's glory, and a dark future of being silenced flashed before his eyes.
The edge of the Royal Majesty's cannon glowed blue, and a dimensional conduit began to extend, designed to restrain and guide the Molecular Disintegrator Cannon's particle stream.
Without a restraining device, the particle stream leaving the muzzle would scatter, disintegrating everything it touched, and the process would be irreversible.
Blazkowicz did not care to know or understand what others thought; he only wanted to destroy the world beneath him and make the Alien threat disappear completely!
"Fire!" Energy reached its peak, and Blazkowicz's eyes held no mercy, his cold tone terrifyingly resolute.
Whoosh~
As the warship trembled slightly, Gates controlled the ship to fire its main cannon.
A bright white particle stream shot out from the main cannon at light speed, constrained by the dimensional conduit, rushing towards the Alien Homeworld!
The particle stream, like a pouring galaxy, infused the dark red scorched earth of Ghana, instantly triggering a chain reaction.
An orange-red dot spread out; the particle stream's chain reaction began, with no sound. Matter was shattered at the molecular chain level in dead silence.
In high orbit, Imperial personnel watched in silence, mourning the true death of a planet.
If it were an ordinary life-sustaining planet, subjected to atmospheric incineration torpedoes or virus bombs, although the surface biosphere would be destroyed, traces of life would still remain in the deeper layers.
After countless ages, the world would gradually recover, and eventually, it might even move towards another kind of prosperity.
But now, the Alien Homeworld would be utterly destroyed, with no chance of recovery whatsoever!
"Damn humans! Why do you relentlessly pursue us?"
Just as the Imperial forces were lamenting, a woman's shrill scream echoed in their minds, issuing a sorrowful question: "Why!
Why! Our race no longer wishes to be your enemy; why must you exterminate us?"
This psychic impact was so strong that some mortals or Auxiliary Army members with weak wills committed suicide in shame.
"Alpha+ level psychic fluctuation detected," the ship's Cogitator Matrix's face was contorted in pain, blood tears flowing from its eyes, as it coldly repeated: "Recommend evacuation, recommend evacuation, recommend evacuation—"
"Steady your minds!" The Iron Hands Marine roared through the comms channel, telling his Legion brothers to calm the ship's commotion: "Resist the psychic transmission with your will!"
At this moment, the Marine finally understood why the Primarch continued to attack Ganas Homeworld.
The worms were not dead; they were just hiding.
The next scene further horrified the Imperial fleet; fleet communications even experienced a brief halt.
The area attacked by the particle stream was enveloped by a faint purple barrier, temporarily preventing the chain reaction from spreading.
A landmass the size of the Australian continent was slowly lifted by psychic power, peeled from the planet's surface, and hurled into the void at supersonic speed.
Beneath the deep-space continent, countless hollow conduits were exposed; from their depth and density, it appeared the entire world had been riddled by worms.
On the Royal Majesty, a court attendant knelt on the bridge, respectfully relaying the psychic communication to King Nowick.
Most of the combat personnel on the ship were not sensitive to psychic energy, so they needed to learn from the mortal attendant what the Mother Bug had specifically said.
"Hmph!" Knowing the thoughts transmitted by the psychic fluctuation, Blazkowicz sneered disdainfully, as if he had heard a joke.
Relentlessly pursuing? Unwilling to be enemies?
When they massacred dozens of generations of humans, the Aliens never considered today's outcome. After suffering defeat on the battlefield, they claimed they didn't want to be enemies.
On the command terminal's holographic image, a continent was rapidly ascending, carried by psychic energy and being thrown towards the Royal Majesty.
Without waiting for the commander's order, Gates, as the captain, controlled the turrets, unleashing a volley of fire at the continent's weak points, shattering the landmass into harmless small fragments.
"All psykers, listen up!"
Blazkowicz's face was stern. He quickly opened the holographic map, drew a circle where the continent disappeared, and commanded: "Form a psychic barrier, cut off all external visibility, prevent psychic leakage, and protect friendly forces from psychic attacks."
With that, Blazkowicz rose from the throne, growling, "Sophia, are the Doom Slayers, Custodes, and Sentinels all ready?"
Even before the Molecular Disintegrator Cannon was fired, he had ordered the army to be on standby at all times, ready for a decisive battle with the enemy.
"My Lord." Sophia appeared out of thin air. Her beautiful face was neat and serious. After a simple salute, she reported:
"All Custodes and non-essential Doom Slayers, as well as the Sentinels, are waiting at the teleportation array, fully equipped and ready for combat at any moment."
Blazkowicz nodded and said, "Relay the order to the Imperial forces: Argent Nur will be in full charge of this battle; they need not participate."
"As you command." The messenger faithfully followed the order, quickly relaying the message to friendly forces.
Blazkowicz rose from the command throne, retrieved a shield from dimensional space, and flexed his right hand. A few seconds later, a Warp rift appeared on the bridge, and the hilt of the Crucible Sword fell into its master's hand.
To achieve a swift victory, the Godslayer had retrieved the god-slaying weapon to erase the Aliens at a conceptual level!
A few seconds later, teleportation light glowed in the planet's deep crater. One thousand Custodes warriors, one hundred Doom Slayers, and two thousand Sentinels once again set foot on Ganas Homeworld.
Finally, Blazkowicz, wearing his combat helmet, teleported into the arena.
Blazkowicz, wearing his battle helmet, teleported in, followed by Stone Artisans and Iron Men machines.
This assault targeted a sprawling underground labyrinth of interconnected tunnels and passages. The true danger wasn't the enemies within, but the confusing, chaotic routes.
Without scientific instruments, even superhuman warriors would be separated by the branching paths and trapped in endless corridors.
As he stepped into the giant land crater, Blazkowicz felt a faint tremor; the entire planet was shaking.
The Artisans behind him quickly deployed their detection instruments.
A super-large yield nuclear bomb simultaneously detonated on the other side of the planet. Its shockwave would travel across the globe, reflecting within the worm tunnels and causing unstable vibrations.
The Stone Artisans used their instruments to collect seismic waves, creating a model of the underground passages to guide the assault force.
"My Lord, vibration measurements are complete." Victor, a Stone Artisan, finished organizing the data and projected the planet's internal structure with his mechanical appendages.
The planet's interior resembled an anthill, with roads crisscrossing in all directions. The worm had spent a thousand years building an underground kingdom in the mantle layer.
"Thank you for your hard work." Blazkowicz nodded in acknowledgment, his left hand sweeping across the holographic image to download the data.
Sophia's consciousness within his arm quickly distributed the data to the assault force, providing each member with a data map.
"It is my honor to serve you." Victor bowed slightly, then nodded and smiled. Transmission light illuminated beneath the Stone Men's feet: "I wish you a triumphant return."
After delivering their blessing, the Stone Artisans vanished, their work complete, returning to the Royal Majesty.
Just after the Stone Men left, a psychic barrier rose, a faint purple membrane enveloping the entire world, blocking any prying eyes.
"My Lord." Sophia's petite figure projected from Blazkowicz's left arm, reporting the latest situation: "Interference devices have been deployed, blocking friendly auspex scans."
Blazkowicz raised his arm to check his gauntlet—the optimal route to the heart chamber of the tunnels had been planned.
He looked up; the warriors were ready, awaiting his command.
"Automated Machine Soldiers, begin deployment." Blazkowicz immediately ordered, initiating the first wave of deep penetration.
At the commander's order, the teleportation light instantly illuminated half the sky as Automated Machine Soldiers teleported in en masse.
"Automated Machine Soldiers' sweep mode activated," Sophia continued to report: "They will spread throughout the tunnels, eliminating all non-friendly targets."
As she spoke, the Automated Machines received their orders, lifted combat restrictions, and, driving on four legs, entered the tunnels.
The teleportation lights continued to flash; two million Automated Machine Soldiers were transmitted in batches. The steel torrent surged forward, dispersing through the tunnels to clear out the enemy's living forces.
The sounds of engagement soon echoed from the front, as the worm let out weak roars, mercilessly crushed by the Automated Machines.
Two hours later, the teleportation lights ceased, and all Automated Machine Soldiers had entered the planet's interior, beginning their push deeper.
"Iron Men, take the lead, follow the route!" Blazkowicz roared, his powerful voice resounding in everyone's ears, signaling the start of the assault.
The heavy armored Iron Men engaged their treads, driving their steel bodies into the tunnel sections, advancing towards the alien leader's location.
Shield-Captain Odysseus followed closely, leading the Custodes. The golden-armored warriors followed the Iron Men's tread marks, moving towards the objective.
Next were the Doom Slayers, and finally the Sentinels. They followed the Emperor's personal guard, their steps without a hint of hesitation.
Blazkowicz also strode in, moving alongside the assault force, heading deep underground.
This would be a long and dangerous journey. The force delved into the chasm, following the tunnels ever downward, needing to grope through thousands of kilometers in the dark.
It was an unseen test for the warriors' will, the reliability of their weapons, and the durability of their equipment.
Only superhuman warriors could undertake such an assault tactic; most mortals would be unable to overcome their instincts and would break down in the endless twists and turns.
And the worm, hiding in the shadows, would launch attacks at any moment, which mortals would be utterly unable to react to.
The assault force moved swiftly, advancing rapidly through the wide passages, eventually overtaking the Automated Machine Soldiers.
Blazkowicz, even more so, led the charge, running at eighty kilometers per hour, crushing all enemies in his path.
In the darkness, his vision was unimpeded; he could see through the darkness to the hidden enemies.
His battle helmet had a visual targeting scope that followed Blazkowicz's gaze, marking enemies and sharing the information with the Iron Men machines. In the next millisecond, a barrage of firepower engulfed the worm.
The Custodes and Doom Slayers in the middle of the formation closely followed the Primarch's steps, constantly eliminating enemies emerging from the sides of the main passage, ensuring the team's safety.
At the rear were the Sentinels, who continuously detached in small teams to guard critical junctions, securing the retreat route.
Even with everyone carrying teleportation grappling hooks, ensuring a safe retreat route remained a fundamental military principle.
The team advanced in silence, the sound of power armor rubbing against itself, accompanied by the explosions of bolter rounds and the hum of energy beams, echoing through the tunnels.
At the front were the Iron Men with their heavy firepower. They were unstoppable; their tank-track lower bodies were as solid as rock, while their upper bodies boasted unparalleled heavy weaponry.
Deep within enemy territory, where there was no supply of live ammunition, energy weapons like composite supercharged lasers, multi-barreled meltas, and disintegration rays provided immense endurance.
Facing humanity's irresistible deep penetration, the worm tried to destroy the passages, attempting to bury the enemy human forces with earth and sand.
However, this attempt did not succeed.
The "gravity traction claws" equipped by the Iron Men could effectively control gravity, clearing such roadblocks with ease.
Even before the team departed, the Iron Men had simulated combat over a hundred million times, preparing countermeasures for various scenarios and swapping to backup weapons.
Along the way, the assault force encountered various traps, including lava diversions, flooded passages, and ground traps, but the assault force neutralized them all. Although the assault force's armor was covered in dust and they looked somewhat disheveled, their fighting spirit remained undiminished, even growing stronger.
There's no need to elaborate on the Emperor's Custodes; they were personally forged by the Emperor. Even if the universe reached heat death, their will would not waver in the slightest.
The Doom Slayers were expressionless beneath their helmets. The souls of these extraordinary warriors had long transcended the ordinary, reaching another spiritual plane, surpassing even the Custodes.
The Iron Men's minds contained only cold logic, calculating how to kill enemies. There was no confusion or fatigue in their underlying logic; efficiency and tireless effort were their hallmarks.
Such a force was the nightmare of the enemies of Mankind.
Their will was irresistible, their steps would not retreat, and completing their mission was their destiny!
The Breeding Benevolent Mother and Father Bug hid in the heart chamber, no longer creating life, but instead lying on the ground, sensing the enemy's positions through silk threads, constantly sending out offspring to resist humanity.
But all was in vain. Their bodies trembled as humanity drew ever closer, their footsteps becoming increasingly clear, their neural tendrils twitching uneasily.
They couldn't understand: why were the Imperial humans so powerful?
Even after controlling human society for a thousand years and knowing of human technological advancement, the worm had never discovered such powerful warriors among humans.
Their species, on their home ground, had exhausted every means, yet still couldn't resist the increasingly close humans.
They advanced with burning hatred, vowing to slaughter the worm species to extinction, to avenge their kin!
"Great Benevolent Father, Breeding Benevolent Mother." Inside the chasm's heart chamber, a Governor, still in human form, knelt on the ground, worshipping his parents.
His beautiful face was filled with reverence, but his heart pounded uneasily.
Humanity's sharpness far exceeded expectations; the dormant plan had been seen through, and a resurgence was no longer possible. Now, the worm species was on the brink of true danger.
The Governor's heart was desolate. He had intended to keep this perfect body as a backup, to interact with the next wave of human colonists and re-disperse the worm infection, but now it seemed merely a one-sided fantasy.
In this heart chamber, symbolizing the worm's origin, the Governor saw fear, a fear stemming from the very roots of his existence, trembling under the trampling footsteps of humanity.
"Father, Benevolent Mother." He knelt on the ground, his voice still elegant, but lacking its usual composure: "You must leave, get out of here. As long as you exist, our species still has hope."
The Father and Benevolent Mother possessed supreme power, and with some special means, they should be able to escape this deadly place.
"Child, we will not leave." The Benevolent Mother's voice was still loving, incredibly gentle, yet slightly trembling and resolute: "We will defeat the enemy and live or die with you!"
Her words were righteous and awe-inspiring, seemingly transcending instinct to display fearlessness, but only she knew the true reason.
Humanity's great psykers had collectively activated a psychic barrier, sealing off the Warp. They couldn't escape; now, it was a fight to the death!
To comfort the Governor, the Benevolent Mother pulled on silk threads, causing dozens of cocoons to descend from the ceiling, and said softly: "We still have trump cards; the outcome is yet unknown."
Dozens of inverted worm cocoons quietly descended, forming a solid barrier that instantly dispelled the Governor's fear, causing him to let out a sigh of relief.
They were the Silkworm Race's accumulated reserves over a thousand years, saved only for unforeseen circumstances, and today they finally proved useful.
Not just the Governor, but Father and Benevolent Mother also felt much more relaxed; they understood even better what was inside the cocoons—enough to turn the tide!
The Benevolent Mother pulled a silk thread, summoning psychically gifted clan members to set up a magic array in advance, guiding the power of the Warp to descend.
She was now filled with great anxiety, her doubts towering higher than the sky.
Just after the humans entered the planet's interior, the Benevolent Mother seized the opportune moment, immediately using her psychic abilities to try and crush them within the passage.
However, the feedback was bizarre; after the willpower, powerful enough to shake the planet, descended, there was not the slightest ripple, and it vanished into thin air.
She tried multiple times, but all her attempts were in vain.
Ultimately, she could only watch helplessly as the human army advanced, launching this war of reckoning, amidst endless self-doubt.
However, the looming sense of crisis from the approaching humans pricked at her, startling the momentarily relaxed Benevolent Mother.
She knew she couldn't sit idly by in confusion; she had to use every means to resist the human assault troops.
Soon, at the Benevolent Mother's summons, worms with psychic talent, their bodies wreathed in shimmering energy, appeared one after another.
They crawled from between the silk webs into the heart chamber, respectfully prostrating themselves on the ground, listening to the Benevolent Mother's teachings.
"Form a psychic array," the neural tendrils transmitted the command, and the Benevolent Mother wriggled her body, moving to the center of the heart chamber: "Pour your consciousness into me!"
The worms immediately spun silk; their fine threads glowed, outlining the magic array on the ground, encircling the Benevolent Mother.
A variegated purple light illuminated the heart chamber, and the Benevolent Mother raised her body, her mouthparts hissing, her human-like face uttering obscure languages, chanting incantations and spells.
She stood in the center of the array, feeling the continuous influx of psychic energy into her body, and her consciousness, after converging, felt incredibly clear.
Her soul felt ethereal, and the Benevolent Mother felt that at this moment, she had broken free from mortal constraints and ascended to another realm.
Her nascent consciousness "opened its eyes" and saw a vibrant, colorful sea, surging with infinite energy.
The Warp!
The Breeding Benevolent Mother's consciousness broke through the Real Universe's dimension and arrived at the Sea of Souls, a place she had longed for her entire life.
In this transcendent realm, power was inexhaustible; she felt as if her consciousness was being filled every moment.
The Benevolent Mother's soul trembled, not hiding her excitement, greedily absorbing the power of the Warp.
A thousand years ago, she was still primitive and ignorant, when a mysterious creation squeezed out of the Real Universe and descended upon two breeding worms, and their path of destiny began to diverge.
Two low-level, fragile, primitive worms gained enlightenment from the divine object and became intelligent beings.
It wasn't until they hosted humans that they learned of the Warp's existence and the origin of their enlightenment.
After knowing their origin, the worms never stopped exploring the Warp, yet they could never roam freely within it.
Because although the worms gained enlightenment, their souls remained primitive, making it difficult to break through the Real Universe's constraints and use their souls to glimpse its mysteries.
To some extent, the Benevolent Mother envied, even resented, humans.
Their souls were naturally sensitive; human psykers could easily glimpse the Warp and gain divine power from it.
Due to their covetousness of human talent, Father and Benevolent Mother promoted racial integration, attempting to replace humans with worms and steal that innate talent.
But it failed; although worms could replicate all physiological structures, even mimic human genes, they could not replace human souls.
For the knowledge-seeking worms, this was incredibly despairing, a predetermined upper limit.
Father and Benevolent Mother were unwilling to accept failure and embarked on another path of inquiry.
They injected psychic seeds into embryos, cultivating worm psykers, which led to their current achievement.
This path was correct!
The Benevolent Mother's soul was incredibly excited; after a thousand years and countless experiments, she finally, with the assistance of her kin, left the mortal world and arrived at the Warp.
She greedily bathed in the Sea of Souls, frantically absorbing its energy, yet she did not notice an incredibly terrifying shadow quietly descending behind her.
In this vast and boundless Warp, it seemed that every wisp of energy had long been branded with some terrifying mark.
"A mere insect, daring to run wild in my domain?"
Rumble!
This voice boomed like a great bell, shaking the energy sea of the Warp, indicating that its master was far greater than ordinary.
The Benevolent Mother was startled awake, her consciousness returning to clarity in a panic; she realized she had intruded upon the domain of a great being.
Looking up, a cold, iron-colored hand descended from the sky, vast and overwhelming, as if with a slight squeeze, it could destroy stars!
The tiny worm consciousness wanted to resist, wanted to send a signal to its kin to stop the array's operation, so it could escape the Warp.
But all was in vain; her soul now felt frozen solid, her consciousness stagnant, unable to react in any way.
That great being picked up the weak soul, and the Benevolent Mother felt the world spin, and then an eye the size of a star was staring intently at her.
She dared not act rashly, nor could she think; driven by instinct, she tightened her body, making herself appear harmless.
"So it's a mongrel!" The figure sneered, its voice rumbling like primordial thunder, mocking the variegated colors of the soul in its hand.
A low-level species, having devoured countless human souls, had also taken on the color of human souls, gaining psychic power.
The Benevolent Mother trembled in silence; this being saw through her origins at a glance, knowing all her past, so she needed no words.
She did not understand what kind of being stood before her; her soul consciousness could only glimpse a part of His body, unable to perceive His full form even with all her might.
"Interesting, truly interesting!" The being's voice gradually grew excited, and He shook the Benevolent Mother's soul, as if He had encountered something that thrilled Him.
"You came from the Real Universe, seeking the power of the highest heavens to defeat your enemies, and I shall bestow upon you a boon!"
A divine light shot from the iron-blue giant's eyes, imprinting itself upon the Benevolent Mother's soul, etching His own mark deep into the humble insect's soul.
The Benevolent Mother's soft body trembled, and countless pieces of knowledge about the Warp flooded her mind; in just an instant, it was billions of times what she had diligently researched!
At the same time, she also learned the identity of the magnificent being before her—Demon Prince Be'lakor.
Within the Warp, He was the unhindered eternal overlord, the supremely noble First Prince, whose status was second only to the Four Gods!
Before she could think further, the Demon Prince cast her consciousness out of the Warp, and His instructions came from the Sea of Souls: "My servant, quickly offer sacrifices, and welcome My demonic army to descend upon the Real Universe, to defeat your powerful enemies."
In the Real Universe, the Benevolent Mother's soul returned to her body, her neural tendrils twitching, awakening from her unconscious state.
"The experiment succeeded! It seems you gained quite a lot." Father, who was guarding nearby, was incredibly excited, ignoring the offspring on the ground whose souls had been drained.
He sensed that his mate's soul had greatly strengthened; it was an essential sublimation, not the false strength gained by devouring humans.
This change indicated that the experiment was successful.
The death of mere offspring was insignificant; countless more could be born to support Warp exploration, until they transformed into supreme beings.
"This journey has been fruitful." The Benevolent Mother slowly raised her body, speaking with immense honor in a posture that lorded over Father: "I have gained the appreciation of a great being and have become His servant who walks the world."
"Humans are no longer a concern; receive the descent of My Lord's great power, and He will defeat all enemies."
Father saw his mate's departure from an equal stance and showed no dissatisfaction; instead, he lowered himself, accepting her superiority.
worms never escaped their low-level nature; the weak unconditionally obeyed the strong.
The Benevolent Mother was very pleased with Father's posture; her body was already branded with the Prince's mark, and she would serve her master for life in the future; how could a humble being be worthy of touching her?
She slowly extended her neural tendrils, using them as a pen and psychic energy as ink, to carve a demonic array on the ground, summoning the Demon Prince to the mortal world.
All the worm cocoons in the heart chamber descended; after the silk threads were withdrawn, they revealed motionless humans with crossed arms.
Although their faces were blank, a purple glow shimmered beneath their pale skin, and eerie psychic energy flowed through their bloodlines, constantly demonstrating their power.
With a flick of the Benevolent Mother's tendril, she placed the humans in the appropriate positions within the demonic array, as offerings to the Master.
These were the great psykers, at least Alpha-level, whom she had collected among humans over a thousand years, treasured as a fallback.
Normally, Alpha-level psykers would be very dangerous and not easily captured. But the worms, coexisting with the psykers, had devoured their frontal lobes, naturally rendering them unable to resist.
Having received the Prince's boon, the Benevolent Mother had full confidence in defeating the humans and no longer needed any "fallback."
The great human psykers were the best gift for Lord Be'lakor, the ladder and cornerstone for Him to enter reality.
The Benevolent Mother wriggled her colorful body, coiling around the edge of the psychic array, her tentacles inscribing demonic text from her mind, summoning the Shadow Master to descend upon the humble mortal world.
The incantations from her mouth were no longer obscure and difficult to chant; their very tone and rhythm transformed into a beacon guiding the Warp, calling out to the Demon Prince Be'lakor.
As the incantations were recited, within the Warp, Be'lakor felt a stirring. In his vast and shadowy domain, an array burning with black flames lit up.
Be'lakor smiled. That lowly bug had done it, pointing the way for the demon army.
With a "gate" and a confirmed coordinate, the next step required a bridge to connect the two different realms.
In the mantle of Planet Ghana in the Real Universe, the Benevolent Mother calmly prepared to throw the human Great Psykers into the array, offering them as sacrifices to the Shadow Master.
"You need to hurry," the Father urged, wriggling his body and going to support his offspring in battle.
The human attack was too fast; in just twenty-four hours, they had fought from the surface to the mantle, their advance never ceasing.
In front of those superhuman warriors, worms, about five meters long with their front halves raised two meters high, were no different from bugs crawling on the ground.
They all died with a single touch!
Every moment since the human attack began, the Father sensed the endless wails of his offspring through his neural tendrils, their despair utterly defenseless.
In the intricate tunnels, humans once again used bio-agents, even more lethal than on the planet's surface, leaving the worm warriors nowhere to escape.
There were also human automated weapons, deployed in every tunnel, clearing every corner, ensuring no one survived.
In twenty hours by the human homeworld's time, ten billion worms were annihilated. The Father could feel the pain of his offspring; their hateful souls lingered, unwilling to depart.
The Father's bloated body wriggled forward, taking one last look at his partner, who was currently casting spells. They had spent a thousand years together; it was time to say goodbye.
On the face at the head of his bug body, there was no hesitation, his majestic countenance utterly resolute, as he moved towards the sound of gunfire to block the humans.
Seeing her partner leave, the Benevolent Mother accelerated her spellcasting. The summoning array on the ground emitted shadowy black smoke, burning with a heatless fire.
With a flick of her neural tendril, she threw the human Great Psyker into the array, and the black flames immediately enveloped him, incinerating the psyker's psychic energy.
Even without intelligence, the psykers could still feel pain. They instinctively struggled within the black flames, trying to escape the source of their agony.
There was no mercy on the Benevolent Mother's benevolent face. Threads sliced through the air, severing the psyker's limbs to prevent him from straying from the center of the array.
"Shadow Master! King of Torment!" The Benevolent Mother raised her head high, her voice rising from a murmur to a crescendo, announcing the one who would emerge from the shadows. She called out her master's titles: "Everchosen, Exalted One..."
As her poetic chant continued, the black fire of the array burned even more fiercely, devouring the psyker's powerful psychic energy.
And the shadow cast by the Benevolent Mother's body twisted and contorted within the array, performing a fervent, ecstatic dance, as if welcoming her King!
Her colorful body gradually lost its brilliance, returning to its original transparency, yet then slowly darkening as pure shadow consumed her shell from within.
At this moment, the Benevolent Mother was no longer a "Unifier" who pursued the concept of the Warp and believed in the Warp itself.
The great powers of the Warp infused their followers with strength, claiming ownership. The worm Benevolent Mother, after a thousand years of searching, had become a servant of the Demon Prince.
"Please descend from the shadows, stepping upon my spine, wielding boundless power, bringing destruction upon the enemies of your humble servant!"
The Benevolent Mother prostrated herself, displaying the utmost submission, willing to use her own body as a carpet to offer her devotion to the Demon Prince.
"First Cursed One, Pioneer, Bearer," Finally, with words of humble devotion, she uttered the name of that existence: "The First Demon Prince—Be'lakor!"
Boom!
As the call ended, the sound of thunder echoed from the heart chamber. The darkness of the demon array devoured everything, and pitch-black lightning flashed into existence.
The psyker's soul was completely consumed by the black fire. From behind the curtain, Be'lakor licked his lips, narrowing his eyes to savor the soul.
"Hmph!" Yet he let out a dissatisfied snort, startling the demons beneath his throne, who folded their wings, unsure why their King was angered.
Be'lakor raised his jaw, his pair of spiraling colossal horns, symbols of authority, fell back. Rage burned in his glowing golden eyes.
The lowly bug had offered a sacrifice that seemed like a delicacy but was in fact tasteless wax.
This soul possessed great power, but within it was only confusion and emptiness, devoid of any waves of pain or ecstasy.
This lowly insect dared to pass off inferior goods as superior, desecrating Be'lakor's majesty!
Suppressing the anger in his chest, Be'lakor extended an arm. The humble soul of a worm appeared in his palm. He spoke in a drawn-out voice to his servant: "It's not enough."
Not enough.
The Demon Prince never concealed his greed.
The psyker's soul was powerful; even for Be'lakor, it was a potent tonic, worth him fulfilling his promise to his servant.
But it wasn't enough, because when Be'lakor twitched his nostrils, he caught a scent of something utterly delicious.
Anxiety, fear, pain, resentment—countless tiny souls emitted these emotions, tantalizing his taste buds like exquisite delicacies, making the Demon Prince unable to stop.
So he made a demand, an incredibly greedy demand.
"Not enough..."
Be'lakor's will crossed the boundary, resounding deep within his servant's soul, not concealing its implied meaning.
The Benevolent Mother, of course, knew that the Master desired souls filled with emotion—the souls of her offspring, those she had birthed, who were now rapidly perishing.
The Mother Bug hesitated for half a second. Be'lakor also saw this hesitation. From behind the curtain, he stretched out his tongue, savoring the painful emotions arising from the choice.
But the Demon Prince was in no hurry; he knew his servant's sole mission—to obey her master.
"I should offer everything to you!" After half a second of hesitation, the Benevolent Mother made her decision. She would offer everything in pursuit of eternity; it was time to bid farewell to the past.
The Benevolent Mother coiled her long tail, and a thread flashed, severing the ovipositor from the rear of her body and placing it in the center of the array.
She cast a spell again, her chant incredibly gentle, calling wandering souls to return. The Mother Bug sacrificed her own concept of "Mother" to summon the souls of her offspring, who had died tragically at human hands, back to her.
Wanderers would eventually return home, back to the Benevolent Mother's side.
The incantation was long and peaceful, transmitted along every silk thread, echoing through every tunnel.
For humans, it was merely an unusual vibration of the silk threads, but for the worms, it was a call to return.
Countless points of light, invisible to mortals, appeared, tinged with negative emotions, heading towards the direction of their Mother's summons.
They were utterly confused, following the warm guidance in their souls, returning to the warm embrace of the Breeding Benevolent Mother.
The points of light converged into a brilliant stream, gathering within the dark array, flowing towards the connected Warp passage.
Behind the curtain, Be'lakor tilted his head back and opened his mouth wide, enjoying this rare feast under the greedy gazes of the surrounding demons.
It was so exhilarating!
Be'lakor's ox-like tail swayed left and right, reflecting his master's comfortable mood at that moment.
Ten billion souls, ravaged by war, which should have gone beneath Khorne's Skull Throne, were instead stolen by Be'lakor, who drank deeply of what the Chaos God would have enjoyed.
The Demon Prince groaned in contentment. The souls nourished his colossal demonic body, and the power within him continuously grew.
Having devoured ten billion worm souls, Be'lakor lightly clenched his hand. Raw power crackled, and he felt a strength he had never known.
He rose from his throne, pulled out the longsword stuck at the foot of the throne, pointed its tip at the ever-growing demon array, and let out a thunderous roar: "Shadow Demons, march upon the mortal world."
"Whoosh!"
Witnessing Be'lakor's consumption of souls, the demons beneath his throne had long been unable to restrain themselves. Hearing the command from the throne, they eagerly rushed into the array to go to reality and reap mortal souls.
When the Warp rift appeared, Blazkowicz, who was advancing in the tunnels, immediately sensed it. The Crucible Sword in his hand extended its blade, eager to drink demon blood.
"Speed up and keep moving forward."
He let out a low roar, his voice overcoming the roar of gunfire, reaching the ears of every warrior.
After a long-distance assault and leaving personnel behind, Blazkowicz was accompanied only by the Imperial Guard, Doom Slayers, four hundred Sentinels, and six heavily armored Iron Men.
At this moment, the Iron Men's cold alert sounded: "Warning: Alpha+ level psychic fluctuations detected approaching."
"Beware of psychic impact," Blazkowicz instructed, raising his Crucible Sword and charging out. He had detected the change in psychic energy.
A Great Psyker had appeared.
The temperature in the tunnel rapidly dropped, water molecules began to condense, clinging to the surrounding cocoons, then forming strings of ice beads.
Around the corner of the tunnel, a colorful saw-bug dragging its bloated body appeared. It was the Father Bug, one of the leaders of the Ganas Worms.
An Alpha+ level Great Psyker, whose power was at the pinnacle of the material realm, the limit of Warp energy a living being could withstand, capable of plucking stars and embracing the moon with a mere gesture.
Psykers of this level could not be judged by ordinary standards; their existence was no different from the "gods" in the minds of mortals.