242: Chapter 243 Sage

Immediately after!

A blinding high temperature erupted from the palm of that giant golden hand.

An Imperial Aquila brand, radiating brilliant light and carrying an irresistible will, was fiercely seared into the deepest part of Lin Li's soul!

Branded!

The next moment.

In the real world, on the dead-silent space battlefield.

Lin Li, who had been standing still on top of the sea breeze no. 9's armor, suddenly opened his eyes!

His eyes were no longer human black and white pupils, but were instead shooting out two beams of blinding golden flames.

This torrent of flames, like materialized holy fire, instantly centered on him and spread wildly into the cold space all around!

"Ssssss—"

The disgusting Warp filth and mutated sarcomas attached to the deck of the sea breeze no. 9 were instantly vaporized under the scorching of these golden flames, without even a scream.

The blood flowing everywhere was burned away completely.

Where the golden flames flowed, the mottled armor surface actually began to radiate a pure, holy aura.

The golden flames were unstoppable, pouring directly into the bridge of the sea breeze no. 9 through the cracks.

As the flames purified the area like a gentle breeze.

The elite Central Army soldiers who had been clutching their heads in agony and on the verge of collapsing into mutation all shuddered, their eyes completely regaining clarity.

Only the veteran Ironhead remained, blankly holding his gun, watching everything that was happening before him.

And when the golden flames spread onto the huge metal body of Iron Man 73, 73 still had no reaction, standing still in place like a dead object.

The recovered Central Army soldiers watched this miracle, the likes of which only existed in myths.

They unhesitatingly dropped their weapons, knelt devoutly on the scorched deck, and prayed loudly.

For these die-hard believers of the Emperor of Mankind, everything before them was naturally and tightly linked to a manifestation of the God-Emperor.

Only Pointy Ears stood up quickly and looked around the bridge.

Finding that Lin Li was not there, he immediately turned his head and shouted at Ironhead:

"Where is the Lord?! Where did he go?!"

Ironhead finally reacted. He stretched out his thick finger and pointed to the huge gap in the armor that had been torn open above the bridge.

Pointy Ears picked up a dropped flamer, activated his jump pack, and whooshed out through the crack.

Ironhead and the other Central Army soldiers who had regained their senses also immediately picked up their weapons and followed closely behind.

Everyone flew out of the hull through the crack and arrived in the deep, dark space.

They finally saw Lin Li at this moment.

Pointy Ears hovered in mid-air, completely stunned.

Against the dark and gloomy background of the universe.

Lin Li was standing quietly at the highest point of the sea breeze no. 9.

His whole body was burning with raging golden flames, and he looked like a scorching sun that had suddenly risen in the cold deep space!

Pure golden light radiated and spread in all directions.

The space barriers that had been twisted and torn by psychic energy began to miraculously heal and stabilize under the radiance of this golden light.

Those malicious evil auras of the Warp, like melting snow meeting sunlight, let out silent wails and quickly receded.

The Central Army soldiers did not understand the principles behind it.

Pointy Ears only felt his eyes stinging and dull, and the weapon in his hand slipped.

He muttered fanatically: "A miracle... this is a miracle! The power of the Emperor of Mankind is still here!"

...

The golden flames continued to spread, even crossing the distance of deep space, and began to spread toward the huge remains of the Hive Mother Ship.

At this moment, The Fourth Calamity, who were standing on the shell of the mother ship and witnessing this spectacle, were already completely boiling over!

Those lore-focused players who had studied the Warhammer background were having a mental orgasm on the spot.

Pi She was so excited that he danced and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Old E's Chosen! Brothers! Our Boss is definitely the Chosen of the Emperor of Mankind! This golden light effect cannot be wrong!"

ikun True Fan stood triumphantly with his hands on his hips, speaking with great satisfaction:

"See! I told you our boss would be absolutely fine, right? Are you kidding me? The boss is a cheater who can call upon Old Man Huang to possess him and fight for him at any time! This grand display, I ask you, can you handle it?!"

And a group of ordinary players who did not quite understand the profound worldview of Warhammer were also howling along.

Their reasons were purer and more down-to-earth, because such a shocking, epic-level plot CG, once recorded or screenshotted, could be exchanged for a large amount of cash in the real world!

"Shoot it quickly! Don't just stand there!"

"Just change it to a clickbait title and post it on Bilibili or TikTok, and it'll easily get millions of views, right?!"

"8K pure high-definition original images without watermarks, ten bucks each, guaranteed sale! Who wouldn't be happy to make money!"

The players were immersed in the joy of getting rich, and flashlights were flashing wildly in space.

Meanwhile.

The Space Marines standing on the side and witnessing all of this were completely stunned.

The one who reacted the most violently was the Chapter Master of the Carcharodons Chapter—Chapter Master Tyberos.

As one of the few ancient veterans in the Chapter who had survived since the distant Great Crusade, Chapter Master Tyberos was a warrior who had once truly witnessed the true face of the Emperor of Mankind with his own eyes.

The moment he saw that pure golden flame bloom in space, Chapter Master Tyberos's cold heart shrank violently, and his brain couldn't help but feel a bit dazed.

In that instant, it was as if he had traveled through ten thousand years of time, returning to that magnificent era of the Great Crusade in the sea of stars.

Back then, the brothers of the Legion had not yet betrayed, and everyone worked together, advancing triumphantly and fighting gloriously across the galaxy for the survival of humanity, the glory of the Empire, and the great dream of the Emperor of Mankind.

Chapter Master Tyberos suddenly came back to his senses.

He felt that supreme sense of familiarity coming from the deepest part of his soul, from the source of his genes.

This three-meter-tall killing machine, with hands stained with blood, actually knelt down heavily on one knee on the remains of the Tyranids with a boom.

He lowered his head, trembling as he repeated:

"The Emperor of Mankind is still alive... He is still alive! Those people did not lie to us!"

And also as Space Marines, the veterans of the Death Spectres Chapter led by Lucas were relatively young.

They had not witnessed the grandeur of the Great Crusade, nor had they truly seen the power of the Emperor of Mankind.

But that absolute psychic pressure, deeply engraved in the depths of their genetic double helix and belonging solely to their gene-father, still made them instinctively bend their knees.

Lucas knelt on one knee, supporting himself on the ground with his power claw, and whispered: "Is this the power of the Emperor of Mankind?!"

...

The impact of this miracle was spreading rapidly like ripples in water.

The drastic changes on the battlefield were too fast to keep up with.

In the deep space not far from the battlefield, on the bone-white strike cruiser of the Death Spectres Chapter.

Captain Roshiam of the Third Company was currently leading a squad of Bolter gunners to clean up the aftermath in the lower decks of the cruiser.

Because the damage and overlap of the Warp barrier had happened too suddenly just now, the heavy blast shutters on the lower decks of the ship had not had time to be emergency closed.

Therefore, a large number of mortal crew members and Servitors directly witnessed the Warp projection outside without any defense.

On the spot, hundreds of mortals underwent terrifying mutations, turning into twisted lumps of flesh.

Captain Roshiam was frowning, loudly mobilizing his battle-brothers to suppress these mutated monsters.

Suddenly! A figure ignored the alarms in the corridor and ran over in a hurry.

Captain Roshiam looked back and was immediately shocked.

The one running over was actually the Navigator of this warship, Caelosi Merlin!

As a member of the noble Merlin Navigator family, Navigator Caelosi was usually protected as an absolute treasure in the navigation tower and rarely walked around the ordinary cabins of the ship.

Any instructions were conveyed by the Vox-Masters on his behalf.

At this moment, the somewhat aged Caelosi was panting.

His ruby eyes, capable of looking directly into the Warp, were filled with unhidden fanaticism and shock.

He pointed in the direction outside the porthole and shouted at Captain Roshiam:

"Gold! Captain! There is a large amount of gold appearing over there! It is the radiance of the Emperor of Mankind! A Living Saint has appeared!"

Upon hearing this, Captain Roshiam was momentarily unable to react.

"What Living Saint?" Captain Roshiam frowned.

In the dogma of the Empire, a so-called Living Saint is essentially a holy power formed by a mortal's extremely pure faith, unconsciously breaking through the dimensional barrier and drawing energy from the Warp.

This power is of the same origin as Chaos power, but its nature is completely opposite, making it a natural nemesis of Chaos Daemons.

But to become a Living Saint, the conditions are extremely harsh.

Such a person must be a fanatic with extremely pure faith in the Emperor of Mankind and an absolutely unshakable will, and usually must have already achieved great feats for the Empire that are worthy of being recorded in history.

The vast majority of Living Saints only manifest the miracle of resurrection after sacrificing themselves tragically for their faith.

Moreover, the title of Living Saint cannot be conferred just by anyone saying so.

It must be after long meetings by the highest levels of the Ecclesiarchy, examining countless proofs of miracles, and finally reaching a unanimous agreement, that one can be formally recognized as a Living Saint.

This rigorous deliberation process often lasts for years or even decades!

This is the far eastern frontier, the desolate Ghoul Stars!

How could a wild Living Saint suddenly pop out inexplicably and without warning?!

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

How could this godforsaken place be visited by a miracle of this magnitude?

But Captain Roshiam looked at the old man Caelosi, who was so excited he was almost having a cerebral hemorrhage.

After immediately giving some tactical orders to clean up the mutants, he followed Caelosi with skepticism and walked quickly to the large porthole on the officer's deck.

This wide porthole was the place with the best view and the longest observation distance on the entire strike cruiser.

Therefore, when Captain Roshiam arrived, a large crowd had already gathered here.

There were Servitors draped in red robes with mechanical eyes flashing wildly, and Ecclesiarchy ship chaplains wearing holy robes and clutching rosary beads tightly in their hands.

Captain Roshiam used his massive Space Marine physique to rudely push through the crowd and stood directly at the very front of the transparent porthole.

He followed the awe-filled gazes of the crowd and looked out into the nearby space.

He saw that in the center of the broken battlefield.

A dazzling, warm, and blinding golden flame was burning silently in the vacuum.

And in the very center of that holy fire, Captain Roshiam could see with absolute clarity that a figure was standing proudly!