Deep within the catacombs, the genestealer patriarch let out an earth-shattering roar.
The sound contained both fury and terror.
Through the bishop's eyes, it was able to see the figure hidden within Alexander's consciousness.
That pristine, winged figure of Sanguinius, a sight that made the Leviathan's song drool with desire.
Just a glance at that figure made the genestealer patriarch feel its soul begin to burn.
The genestealer patriarch hastily severed the psychic link between the bishop and the entire brood.
Then, it looked down at the constantly bubbling biomass pool.
A putrid, acidic scent of amino acids and fat rose from the pool.
Almost all the humans in the catacombs had been thrown into the pool, becoming nutrients for the creatures within.
Some time ago, it had detected traces of the Archangel's activity in a ruined city district.
To counter that Archangel, the Leviathan hive Fleet had sent the genetic code of this Tyranid Behemoth.
The genestealer patriarch stood up from the pipe, extending its four claws.
More dense bubbles immediately rose from the biomass pool, and the thick, dark yellow liquid gradually formed a small hill.
Viscous liquid slowly flowed down the Tyranid Behemoth's body, and points of howling electric light flickered on its four outstretched blades.
Its body, protected by thick, deep purple carapaces, was revealed in the catacombs, and the Tyranid Behemoth roared, its head held high.
A devil-like shriek echoed throughout the catacombs.
"No!!!!"
The genestealer bishop let out a piercing wail.
She felt the link with the swarm suddenly severed, and her consciousness abruptly became isolated.
Not only that, but the memories covered by cognitive distortion filters gradually resurfaced.
This made the genestealer bishop suddenly realize the blasphemous acts she had been committing.
Her eyes widened, but what flowed were not tears, but burning golden flames.
Her mouth opened wide, but what came out was not a wail, but plumes of scorching white smoke.
"Sorry, my consciousness is full."
Alexander swung his fist at her head, sending burning chunks of flesh flying.
Eight genestealer guardians stared blankly at the scene.
In the blink of an eye, three of the genestealer guardians also suddenly widened their eyes, and their bodies began to burn.
Golden flames consumed them in an instant.
"The genestealer patriarch severed the psychic link between the bishop and the brood."
The voice of Sanguinius spoke:
"I only had time to burn a small portion of the genestealer."
"You did well, you did exceptionally well!"
Alexander took a small step back, allowing Marquite's plague zombies to overwhelm the remaining five genestealer guardians.
He, himself, couldn't help but lightly cover his head.
Just now, Sanguinius, using Alexander's will as an intermediary, projected its psychic energy into the genestealer bishop's body.
And through the genestealer bishop, it released psychic energy to more GSC.
If the genestealer patriarch, hiding underground, hadn't timely severed the link between the bishop and the entire brood, it's likely that more than half of the genestealer would have started to burn.
The moment those genestealer were burned to death by Sanguinius,
Alexander clearly sensed a surge of power from the Warp into his body.
Perhaps because the deaths of these GSC were attributed to Alexander, this blessing was much stronger.
Alexander almost felt his reaction speed multiply several times, and his stamina also seemed to become much more abundant.
He also vaguely saw some kind of vision.
He saw a mysterious, grayish-white cathedral, with the brutally murdered bodies hanging from hooks on the ceiling.
Their necks were slit, and blood flowed down, raining like drops, converging into rivers of blood.
Between the bloody raindrops, devout female worshippers stood in rows, each walking forward.
On both sides of the human line stood masked priests holding instruments of torture.
They wielded the blades in their hands, cutting the throats of the female worshippers.
As the worshippers advanced and died, piles of corpses accumulated into a small mountain in the cathedral.
Alexander's gaze followed the small mountain.
Deep within the cathedral, the skeletal idol sitting on the throne was looking down at him.
"Only sacrifice death."
"Only worship the God of Death."
Two priestesses standing on either side of the procession whispered in Alexander's ear.
Blood spread to Alexander's feet.
The blood reflected a vision of the Sea of Souls, and Alexander saw his reflection in the Warp again.
Only this time, the blue, round figure became much clearer.
"This blessing is stimulating you to further realize your Warp essence."
Sanguinius said with a hesitant tone.
"Are you sure this isn't really a blessing from the Blood God?" Alexander shook his head, pulling his mind away from the strange, bloody scene.
Blood, blood that almost filled the entire cathedral, and the mountain of corpses...
This unholy scene, no matter how one looked at it, made one suspect Blood God Khorne.
But Alexander hadn't provoked anything related to the Blood God, had he?
And the whispers of those two female worshippers... Death and the God of Death.
While the Blood God is the God of Slaughter, he is not the God of Death.
Alexander knew who the Aeldari God of Death was.
But the Aeldari God of Death had not yet been born, and it was impossible for it to bless Alexander, a human.
And in the Warp, to be called the God of Death...
"It's not the Blood God... Would I not recognize a Blood God's blessing?"
Sanguinius said with some hesitation:
"The God of Death... The Human Death God... Hard to say."
"Tsk," Alexander thought of the unholy scene he had just witnessed.
If that had truly been the Emperor's blessing just now,
Then the Emperor being called the Fifth Chaos God of the Warp would truly not be an exaggeration.
"Leman Russ."
Marquite's voice rang out; his plague zombies had devoured the last remaining genestealer guardians.
"The entrance to the catacombs has been found, it's here."
Marquite looked at the deep staircase leading underground.
This staircase seemed to be directly modified from parts of the colony ship, likely leading to the Warp Engine.
The genestealer patriarch and that terrifying Tyranid Behemoth were waiting for him down there.
"I'm coming." Alexander's voice came from behind Marquite.
Marquite turned his head to look.
His gaze fell upon Alexander's eyes, and his hair immediately stood on end.
"The cursed one!"
"Death! End and Death!"
"Worshipper of Death!"
The terrified cries of angels rang in Marquite's mind.
In Marquite's eyes, Alexander seemed to be enveloped in a pale aura of death.
It was pure death, without rebirth, without slaughter, without joy, and without change.
It made Marquite feel as if he had seen a natural enemy, and his body couldn't stop trembling a few times.
"What's wrong?" Alexander blinked, looking at Marquite with an innocent expression, and asked.