[The metal fingertips of Cacodominus trembled slightly.]
[A surging, roaring stream of Warp flames erupted from your body, clinging to your armor like a second skin. However, you did not feel any pain as you were heavily wrapped in the flames. It was a cold, alien power.]
[You subconsciously let out a roar, your breath hissing out, tinged with fire.]
[You tightened your grip on the 'Black Sword' with your hot, dark-red metal hand, the hilt sizzling, and rushed towards Cacodominus without hesitation.]
[You swung the 'Black Sword' vigorously.]
[The pitch-black sword edge slammed to a halt, abruptly blocked by layers of undulating, invisible psychic barriers that rippled like water.]
[The 'Armor of Faith', its shell gradually crumbling and glowing red, was making waves of metal distortion sounds, like a drawn-out wail. Even the strained humming of the power backpack seemed to be on the verge of collapse.]
[At the same time, the remaining 40 Librarians also burst into a battle roar that resounded through the world, their own armor groaning as they desperately tried to break free from the endless psychic suppression.]
[They either wielded crackling power weapons or pressed the roaring switches of chainswords, driving their power armor to pounce on Cacodominus.]
[As the distance closed, the anti-psychic device seemed to play a partial role.]
[The psychic attack that Cacodominus raised his hand to unleash seemed to weaken. Every time he attacked, a bolt of energy would strike, and only one Librarian was killed by the terrifying psychic power, offering his loyalty to the Emperor.]
[However, even as the Librarians close at hand were repeatedly devoured and burned by flames and lightning, the Astartes of the Black Templar showed no signs of retreat.]
[A power sword, blooming with a blue energy field, struck the psychic barrier of Cacodominus, rippling a visible tremor.]
[The next second, the powerful psychic power of Cacodominus shattered the attacking Librarian, his power armor, flesh, and blood. Only a pile of charred bones fell in front of everyone.]
[But the next fearless Librarian had already approached, taking his fallen brother's place, and a roaring chainsword sawed hard on the rippled psychic barrier.]
[Even if they could only attack once with their lives, the remaining Librarians still surrounded the tall body of Cacodominus.]
[Countless psychic flames were still surging in your body.]
[But you did not die.]
[The opponent's psychic flames seemed to be transformed into strands of Warp fire that supported you, flowing into your limbs, allowing you to continue moving.]
[You once again let out a battle roar.]
[Even the blade of the 'Black Sword' you held tightly seemed to be filled with a faint, pulsing golden light.]
[The next second, the black blade, now guided by the golden light, forcibly penetrated the thick psychic barrier. It was like punching through a wall of solid ice. The blade stabbed deep into his flesh-and-blood body.]
[Instantly, streams of dark red, mixed with purple, foul-smelling blood kept spurting out, splashing on your glowing-hot body.]
[Cacodominus, his expression distorted and ferocious, suddenly let out an inhuman howl of terror and pain. An even more terrifying psychic impact suddenly erupted.]
[In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen Librarians surrounding him lost their lives silently, shattered into countless dancing blood mists by the rampant, terrifying psychic energy.]
[Uncontrollable scarlet blood also spurted out from your mouth and nose.]
[The 'Traitor's' skull relic that you had placed above your Iron Halo shattered with a loud pop, having barely resisted the psychic impact the opponent was wantonly exerting.]
[You subconsciously blinked your blood-covered eyes.]
[You used your strength to push the 'Black Sword' deeper into the flesh and blood of Cacodominus.]
[Accompanied by a sliding sound of metal collision, the pious chain unspooled and was tightly wrapped around the opponent's thick neck.]
[At this moment, a metal arm covered by mysterious mechanical structures shot out, penetrating your power armor, which was protected by the failing Iron Halo. It inserted into your chest, a burst of agony, grabbed your spine, and lifted you up.]
["Human puppet brainwashed by the pseudo-emperor! Cacodominus is not worth everything you give! The dirty Imperium of Man is not worth everything you give!"]
[The blood-red eyes of Cacodominus stared at you as you constantly spat blood. Surging, terrifying psychic energy was constantly overflowing from the black single eye on his forehead.]
["As a heretic, you will never understand how strong the will and courage are needed to lead mankind on the right path. You are selfish. You will not understand how much the empire, composed of countless humans, has paid for its survival."]
[You slightly moved your blood-stained lips, the flesh torn. The weak voice, as thin as a mosquito, was transmitted to his ears.]
[At the same time, one of your palms, hidden from his view, touched the melta bombs under your power backpack.]
["Everything is a lie of the false emperor! You are the traitors of mankind! And I will be the only savior of mankind!"]
[Cacodominus, with a distorted and ferocious expression, roared at you crazily.]
[You blinked your blood-covered eyes, your vision swimming.]
[A faint smile suddenly appeared on the corners of your blood-stained mouth.]
[Just behind Cacodominus, you saw them. The several remaining Librarians, and the seriously injured Horamir. They slowly performed a Black Templar warband salute to you, a fist to their chest.]
[The next second, they took off their anti-psychic devices. They were instantly consumed, exploding into dancing blood mist in the blink of an eye.]
[Along with the loss of control of a large amount of psychic power, an extremely unstable, screaming Warp rift suddenly appeared in the physical space, constantly absorbing everything around it.]
[This was not the effect of Cacodominus terrifying psychic power, but the spontaneous sacrifice and dedication of the Astartes.]
[This was Plan B, formulated by you and Horamir.]
[If the anti-psychic device did not work, or the Librarians suffered heavy casualties and could not successfully kill the heretic Cacodominus...]
[Then Horamir would use ancient, taboo knowledge to actively open a space rift leading to Warp and exile Cacodominus.]
[A cold smile appeared at the corner of your mouth.]
[You grabbed the pious chain wrapped around the thick neck of Cacodominus, your gauntlet locking tight.]
[You shook your broken, impaled body and violently crashed into Cacodominus, pulling him off balance.]
[At the same time, the three melta bombs had already been activated by you, their activation lights blinking. They were about to explode.]
[Cacodominus, discovering the fatal crisis, suddenly burst out a terrifying psychic energy that shook the entire planet. He wanted to suppress and erase the existence of the Warp rift with his power.]
[However, the Warp rift, close at hand, actually seemed to take the initiative, and increased its suction force.]
[You and Cacodominus were completely unable to resist, and were forcibly sent into the chaotic and disordered Warp by an unknown, powerful force.]
[The next moment, the terrifying high temperature from the melta bombs instantly erupted, a silent, white-hot flash that completely devoured the flesh-and-blood bodies of you and Cacodominus.]
[The terrifying psychic energy in Cacodominus completely lost control as his body melted, and a terrifying psychic storm with extremely destructive power began to stir the Warp.]
[Your flesh and blood body had long dissipated.]
[Your spiritual will, which was supported by the flames of the Warp, still had a breath.]
[Just when your consciousness was about to fall into endless darkness...]
[You suddenly saw clearly your location in Warp.]
[You seemed to be in the sky above an eternal battlefield.]
[Under a strange sky where blue and purple were constantly interweaving, countless Tzeentch daemons were engaging in a tragic battle with a Khorne army.]
[A tall figure wearing white wolf skin and a set of black armor was wielding terrifying melee weapons and servo-arms, leading countless terrifying werewolves in broken power armor, rushing through the array of Tzeentch daemons.]
[At this moment, the Warp flame that supported your spiritual will was about to go out.]
[Your observation perspective gradually fell into endless darkness.]
[Your consciousness was about to return to nothingness.]
[You... are dead.]
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