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Kaiseron was plunged into despair.
Or perhaps both?
......
That's right!
【Forgrim, this is a gift for you.】
Their performance had already begun on the stage surrounding the center.
Kasgar didn't actually like these stage plays before, but it was Fugrim's insistence that forced him to keep his eyes glued to the stage while being held by the Primarch Fugrim.
It seems that after doing it many times, he developed an immunity to it.
Once you get used to it, you'll enjoy it.
Accompanied by the actors' resounding voices on the mobile stage, the Emperor's Son's soldiers, fully armed, walked cautiously in close formation.
The shimmering coral walls crumbled beneath their armored boots, crystal and stone shards crunching under their feet as they traversed the city.
Blocked by the ruins, they did not scatter to search for the debris on either side, but continued walking on the wide road in the center of the ruins.
This gave the remaining assassin warriors an opportunity to launch a sneak attack.
Especially when the center stage is completely undefended.
"Hiss...!"
The piercing energy blades are unique and sharp, and the quietly lurking piercing warriors have been waiting for this opportunity to kill their opponents in a single instant!
Several joyful screams rang out near the stage, and streaks of scorching lightning flashed across the bodies of the thorn-wielding men, carving deep trenches in the ground. Just as the Ralmen, gliding with astonishing speed past the corpses and rubble of their companions, were about to reach the stage convoy—
"squeak!!!"
A high-pitched, sharp scream involuntarily burst from his mouth, as if he could not withstand the attack of this bizarre stage play. His two arms clutched his head and ears in pain, and his eyes were tightly closed.
Even the psionic lightning he unleashed vanished in mid-air as if neutralized by some mysterious force.
Amidst the screams, purple and black mist billowed from the heads of the thorn-wielding people, and their very auras instantly weakened.
"Kill them!"
......
It really works.
After quickly dispatching the assassins, the Space Marines looked at each other in bewilderment.
The thing that terrified the Emperor's sons, including Kasgar, had happened.
The Centaur Gold Ring could indeed be used to deal with stabbing enemies on the battlefield—and might even be useful against other aliens in the future!
...It's more than just an alien.
As the performance on stage gradually reached its climax, Casca watched as even stronger golden ripples spread throughout the ruined city with the concerto of the Metsch musicians.
Like a mosquito hitting an electric swatter, it emitted a shrill sound comparable to the crackling of electricity, and in an instant, the illusory golden ripples spread throughout the entire city ruins.
The Emperor's Son: "..."
Despite being reluctant to admit it, it seems that Casca is right.
Like a "bard" in an ancient fantasy novel, the locations of the remaining assassins are now completely exposed under the ripples covering this stage.
Without the protection of the shadows, they could only be killed one by one by the Imperial Space Marines.
"But this method is still not efficient enough."
Searching for them one by one with Space Marines after they've been discovered is indeed time-consuming, laborious, and thankless.
"Release flying automated mechs."
At Casca's command, countless tiny black dots, which had suddenly emerged from the stage wing installations like a fleet of fighter jets from a warship, began to buzz and scatter in all directions.
In case the lack of atmosphere on the ground prevents the flying automatons from taking off, some multi-legged spider-like ground automatons are also deployed to assist in the earlier deployment.
Using the oracle built into the automatons and the sonic waves from the piercing mouths exposed by the centaur's gold ring, these automatons will scatter to every corner of the city, searching for any remaining piercing aliens that may have been left behind.
......
In that most remote area, farthest from the heart of the battle, deep within the coral ruins, lurked a stabbing warrior who had narrowly escaped this calamity.
Although he survived by staying away from the eerie center of the stage, the stabbing warrior was not feeling well at the moment.
But the aftershocks of the Centaur Gold Ring continued to strike him, causing him endless pain and an indescribable desire to end his life.
I want to die.
Even just hearing that voice, without even seeing the other person, is enough to make you feel this bad!
What kind of bizarre witchcraft is this?
The thorn felt its heart pounding rapidly, and its serpentine body tried to writhe away from the place—a signal from its innate instincts that it sensed danger!
At that very moment, it saw the tiny spider-shaped automaton in front of it.
This human creation has already recognized its existence.
"hiss!"
As if to bolster its courage, it raised the energy blade in its hand, preparing to seize this opportunity and use its agile movements to eliminate the opponent.
After smashing this human creation, run! Don't give those damned humans a chance to catch him!
As long as it can dive into the sea from the shore of this atoll, it will never have to worry about humans catching up with it again!
Unfortunately, it miscalculated.
As the stabbing alien drew its weapon, the human automatons revealed their long-hidden weapons—
—Sound array device (amplifier)!
Those days were the best time of my life. We lived together for 30 years. He was the only one who brought me out of the darkness of Carax. We spent a long time together. Over those 30 years, a bond formed between us that was unbreakable, stronger than any other bond. Thirty years may not seem long. Compared to 30,000 years, 30 years is just the time it takes for a heartbeat to pass, but I will cherish this time forever.
The stabbing man cried out, "Ah ...
Uh...
As if scorched by a burst of illusory golden flames, it collapsed on the spot, unable to rise again.
It looks like it.
......
"OK, the thorns in this city have been mostly cleared out. Our tactics have been effective. Let's call it a day and head to the next atoll."
"and many more!"
Just then, the sage of the Mechanic Church beside him stopped him, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"Commander Casgar, I have a few more questions for you."
"This... I can't believe this is real. I need to investigate whether this is some kind of witchcraft ritual. This is too bizarre!"
It's really weird.
Casca agrees with this point.
But it is not witchcraft.
"Witchcraft? Followers of the god of all machines, sages of Omnesia, I am merely putting on a show through certain means."
"—Just as you are pleading with Omnisaya, you communicate with each other through rituals and seek each other's help."
But I was really just acting in a play.
If we really want to be pedantic, it's obvious that the Mechanicus's shamanistic practices are more like some kind of bizarre witchcraft ritual!
Casca was really just there to perform in a stage play.
—As for why the person who heard it died instantly...is that my fault?
Is there any evidence that the Centaur Gold Ring is a form of witchcraft?
"Not only are our stage plays not witchcraft, but they are also an effective means to help us eliminate harmful witchcraft!"
As Kasgar spoke, he turned to look at the Imperial Legion warriors who were preparing to return.
"Fellow Space Marines, and mortal auxiliary troops and officers!"
"When you first landed on the atoll, did you see any illusory lights, like strange colors in a hazy dream that are difficult for humans to perceive?"
"And sounds, all sorts of captivating sounds! Like the most enchanting lullaby or the sounds of lovers whispering sweet nothings?"
Amid Casca's loud shouts, a murmur seemed to emanate from the crowd.
Indeed, Casca is right.
Upon setting foot in this world, their senses seemed to be subjected to strange stimulations that were unimaginable under normal circumstances, as the battle intensified.
The aesthetic enjoyment of sound, light, and color is constantly overwhelming their senses as the battle rages on.
The performance of "Centaur Gold Ring" was not stopped until the performance of "Centaur Gold Ring" was completed.
This is real music!
—This is true visual enjoyment!
—This is what we, the sons of emperors and humanity, should see!
What Slaanesh trap? What seductive den of demons!
I feel... it's not as good as the Centaur gold ring.
Everything disappeared under the protection of the stage play.
Although Casca doesn't want to admit it, it seems to be the reality.
So far, the Centaur Gold Ring performance is the most effective exorcism ritual.
It's even more effective than worshipping the emperor.
"Since you believe this is some kind of power beyond human capabilities, why can't it be the power of the God of All Machines?"
Kasgar's words plunged the Mechanicus sage into even deeper confusion.
Actually, that's not a problem—after all, some people in the Mechanicus say that the Emperor is also Omnisea's disguise, and the Emperor tells Horus that he is his centaur.
Centaur → Emperor → Omnissiah
That's it.
Omnisiah: "That's right, children."
Omnisaya: "I love watching it too."
"You mean to say that this golden centaur is also the power of the great Omnisiah?"
It seems like this explanation is acceptable, but it's not entirely convincing.
—I still can't accept it.
Well, seeing how well it works, it's not a bad idea to accept it.
Can......
The Sage of Mechanics is caught in a self-contradictory phase.
.......
After verifying the remarkable effectiveness of the Centaur Ring against aliens like the Slaanesh, who were deeply corrupted by Slaanesh, the battle seemed to become much simpler.
In the fierce battles of a long expedition, every victory is the result of bloody fighting, and every inch of land is hard-won.
But this victory was so swift it was almost miraculous.
The destruction of the treacherous surface forces and the annihilation of the entire world were achieved at the cost of the "sacrifice" of the emperor's son.
—What they sacrificed was their combat aesthetics.
Battles inevitably involve one-on-one duels and fierce battles. In the chaos, the Emperor's Son is often able to defeat his opponent head-on with his unparalleled skills.
Instead of, as is the case now, recording a video before the two armies even clash.
Those days were the best time of my life. We lived together for 30 years. He was the only one who brought me out of the darkness of Carax. We spent a long time together. Over those 30 years, a bond formed between us that was unbreakable, stronger than any other bond. Thirty years may not seem long. Compared to 30,000 years, 30 years is just the time it takes for a heartbeat to pass, but I will cherish this time forever.
"Hiss hiss hiss!!!"