The sound of hymns echoed through Magna Macragge, and a simple, beautiful melody and the aroma of dorayaki flowed through the marble-built structures.
Greylina strolled through the city streets, watching everything unfold around her, seeing every corner of the city filled with believers holding dorayaki and juice made from decomposed leaves.
Every few steps, she could see a choir of twenty-two children singing hymns praising Saint Doraemon, and devout believers kneeling on the ground, paying homage to that great being.
The same scene was simultaneously occurring in all twenty-two cities across Macragge.
This was the first ceremony in the galaxy to praise Saint Doraemon, and as the person in charge of Magna Macragge, Greylina couldn't help but feel a sense of pride.
But she quickly felt guilty, clasped her hands over her chest, and softly repented to Saint Doraemon.
All glory should belong to Saint Doraemon.
The success of this ceremony also entirely came from the great power of Saint Doraemon.
The tablecloth that could conjure food out of thin air, the bacteria that could decompose leaves into juice—it was these miracles that brought about this ceremony.
And she had only made a tiny, insignificant contribution; how could she feel proud?
Moreover, now was not the time to celebrate the success of the ceremony. She still had duties to complete.
The leaders of the twenty-two Doraemon Temples had all arrived in this city, awaiting the first meeting among Saint Doraemon's followers.
Greylina was slightly uneasy about this.
The leaders of the twenty-two temples—would they have different interpretations of the doctrine? Would they come into conflict with each other?
As a former noble, Greylina knew that people could not fully understand each other, so where there were people, there would inevitably be conflict.
She had originally wanted to invite Prophet Reyna, Prophet Belisarius Cawl, or Prophet Greyfax, to let their wisdom guide them.
But unfortunately, all three seemed to be on missions. Prophet Reyna and Prophet Belisarius Cawl were nowhere to be found, and Ms. Greyfax expressed her apologies, stating she was carrying out a task assigned by Primarch Roboute Guilliman concerning historical organization.
Suddenly, Greylina seemed to faintly hear the sound of an explosion.
She frantically turned her head, only to see a brilliant burst of fireworks rising from the distant mountains.
Scorching light flew into the sky, exploding in the darkness, as splendid as summer night fireworks.
The surrounding believers also stopped, pointing at the light in the distant sky.
Greylina was also slightly surprised. That direction was Hera Fortress.
Were the Ultramarines in Hera Fortress setting off fireworks? Were they celebrating Saint Doraemon's first ceremony with them?
A Psyker spear, like a blazing sun, instantly pierced through the thick marble walls of the Aeldari embassy. Everything was cut open as if it were melting butter.
Yvraine let out a gasp. The Gift of the God of Death, from the Sword of Sorrows, Keivell, in her hand, unleashed a storm laced with whispers.
This bone-crafted longsword collided with the Psyker spear of the blazing sun. Yvraine let out a low growl.
"You go first!!!" she snapped at Sylandri, who was trying to help her.
At least one of them had to reach Ynnead.
Sylandri hesitated for a moment, and in that single moment, the situation around them changed.
The material structure of the air around the two Aeldari was reshaped and twisted, crystallizing into sharp blades that stabbed towards them.
Sylandri hurriedly wielded his Silent Shriek Sword, Asuvar, to block the crystalline blades.
But each blade contained immense Psyker power, and the ensuing explosion directly engulfed Sylandri and Yvraine.
Sylandri' heavy psych-bone armor played its part, combined with the storm raised by the God of Death's power, protecting both of them.
"Damn monkeigh!!" Sylandri cursed, fending off the Psyker blasts.
Yvraine was about to speak, but she noticed the entire Aeldari embassy shaking more violently.
No, it wasn't just the Aeldari embassy; even the surrounding reality was shaking.
It was as if someone was trying to use Psyker power to pull the entire Aeldari embassy from the earth, from reality itself.
Yvraine was stunned by this savage and crude method of Psyker use.
Burning Psyker flames erupted from Reyna's five orifices.
She floated in mid-air, spreading her arms, letting out a silent shriek.
Every cell, every nerve, every molecule was soaked in the Warp, unleashing power into reality.
Reyna suddenly raised her hand, and with a sound like a landslide, the entire Aeldari embassy was pulled from Hera Fortress, forcibly dragged into the air.
"This is really troublesome!" Reyna roared, complaining, "And they all have to be blown up to the sky!"
Mephiston, standing nearby, wanted to say that Alexander's words were a metaphor, but seeing Reyna wildly unleashing her Psyker power, his mouth twitched, and he said nothing more.
Reyna twisted her arm, and the Aeldari embassy, pulled into mid-air, began to crack and twist like a chef twisting dough. The sturdy marble was like a sponge in Reyna's hands.
Mephiston didn't just watch. He swung the silver-steel longsword in his hand, lightly slicing through the veil of reality.
Millions of sword marks suddenly appeared on the Aeldari embassy in mid-air. Everything inside was cut into small pieces, about two centimeters in size, suspended in the air.
The hum of a bone sword suddenly sounded, and a scarlet figure leaped out of the Aeldari embassy like a meteor.
A silent soul shriek echoed through Hera Fortress. Sylandri, wielding the old crone sword, charged directly at the three psyker.
At this moment, his scarlet armor was covered in sword marks, and blood seeped uncontrollably from beneath his power armor.
"No one can stop the death brought by Ynnead ——————"
He let out a low growl filled with anger, landing in front of the three psyker, a storm laced with whispers rising around him.
Then, he clearly saw the faces of the three people standing before him.
"Ah???"
"Tigurius?"
"Mephiston?"
After Sylandri realized who had attacked him, his voice suddenly turned to terror, and he turned and ran.
As an Aeldari, Sylandri knew perfectly well what monsters these two Astartes Librarians, who had even formed their own projections in the Warp, were.
Tigurius silently raised Malcador's staff in his hand.
Sylandri felt the space around him suddenly become heavy, as if an entire planet was pressing down on him.
The ground shattered, and a hemispherical crater over a meter wide formed with him at its center. Sylandri was heavily pressed to the bottom of the pit by an invisible force.
"Got one," Tigurius said, his voice weary.
"There's still one, Yvraine got away." Reyna's Portable Pyramid no longer emitted green light. She descended from the air and said.
"She won't get away."
Tigurius slowly shook his head and said:
"Wait a moment, just a little longer, let me rest a bit more first."
Tigurius' face was full of fatigue and wrinkles from overwork.
He breathed the crisp night air of Macragge, tears faintly in his eyes, like a prisoner just released from jail.
He opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to complain about the arduous work, but remembering the content of the work, he couldn't speak.
His current duty was to compile false historical archives, filling in the history of the Second Imperium period.
The most difficult part was that the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar had always valued history, especially during the years of Primarch rule.
During the Second Imperium period, the administrative records of the five hundred worlds for every year, every month, and every day were piled up in the Ptolemy Library.
Tigurius' task was to destroy all of these, and then compile false administrative records one by one. This workload was simply too immense.
He even wondered if he should secretly use his Psyker powers to burn down the Ptolemy Library, once and for all.
Tigurius' expression was almost painful.
Mephiston stepped forward and lightly patted his colleague's shoulder.
"You still act too normal, too trusted by your Chapter."
Mephiston said in a cautionary tone:
"You should act a bit more cold and strange, be more reclusive normally, and when you see other Chapter members, use Psyker power to apply a bit of a terrifying effect to yourself, as if you've been heavily influenced by the Warp. That way, the Chapter won't assign you too much work."
".." Tigurius looked at Mephiston with an extremely terrifying gaze.
He had always been very puzzled as to why his Blood Angels colleague was so idle. They were both Chief Librarians, so why did Mephiston act as if he had no burden of Chapter paperwork at all?
Within the Ultramarines, Tigurius' paperwork burden was even greater than that of Chapter Master Calgar.
"You've been faking it all this time?" Tigurius said, as if suddenly enlightened.
Every time Tigurius saw Mephiston, he always felt that there seemed to be some dark shadow wriggling beneath Mephiston's skin. He knew this was a Psyker phenomenon, but he wondered why Mephiston, a psyker capable of matching him, couldn't suppress or conceal this phenomenon.
And Mephiston's pale skin and cold aura were also effects of Psyker power, but as a psyker who could control every cell of his body, this situation could also be completely concealed.
Now Tigurius understood: this was all intentional on Mephiston's part.
Chapter Master Dante of the Blood Angels is truly blessed to have a Chief Librarian like you!
Tigurius exclaimed inwardly, while his eyes couldn't help but widen as he looked at Reyna.
"Ms. Reyna too..." Tigurius recalled Reyna's usual demeanor.
"..I'm real," Reyna said, her face twitching.
Yvraine panted, hidden in the darkness of Hera Fortress.
The three psyker who attacked them were actually Tigurius and Mephiston.
Fortunately, she was cautious enough to let Sylandri create an opportunity for her to escape.
She had to reach Incarnie as quickly as possible.
Yvraine gritted her teeth, rapidly calling upon the Gift of the God of Death.
She was going to the side of the Aeldari God of Death ——————
The scene before her moved rapidly, things shifting and twisting. Yvraine dove beneath the veil of reality, traveling through the Warp.
She slowly opened her eyes, only to see a human girl, and two psyker Librarians, one red and one blue, standing before her.
A heavy pressure descended from the sky, heavily pressing down on Yvraine. She fell hard to the ground, seeing Sylandri beside her, foaming at the mouth.
"See, I told you she wouldn't get away," Tigurius said, his voice weary.
Yvraine endured the heavy pressure, clenching her fists. Now cornered, all she seemed able to do was pray.
Pray to the Aeldari God of Death, pray to the Aeldari God of Death, Doraemon.
God of Death Doraemon, may your death protect us.