I enter the drop pod, prepared by Ana. We have decided that I need to enter the battlefield with a bang, and there is nothing more badass than immediately dropping in front of the enemy's fortress. My armor is connected to the Gauss Rifle and my Bolter, which sits on my left side next to my sword.
All in all, I am ready for war.
I give one final nod to my family, and Ana presses the launch button. Taking a deep breath, I feel the drop pod sail through space and enter the planet's orbit. I ignore the shaking as the pod enters the atmosphere and prepare for landing.
The landing is relatively smooth, and when the pod opens, I immediately take in the sight. Fifty people point their weapons at me. I frown; the place reeks of Warp taint, and I can feel the influence of the Four Parasites.
"Who are–"
Before one of them can even finish his words, I point my bolter and fire. His head exploded when the bullet hit his head. As the others open fire, I flex my psychic power to stop the incoming bullets and redirect them toward my attackers.
I ignore the shouts of the dying and focus on the gate. I charge my Gauss Rifle and fire at the massive, thick steel gate. When the greenish energy hits, it explodes, leaving a massive hole in its center.
As I walk through the gate, people charge at me. All of them holding spears and swords. I sheath my rifle and draw my sword. With a deep breath, I dash forward. My Primarch body moves at unbelievable speeds, leaving a mist of blood and flesh in my wake.
With each swing of my sword, I cut through at least two people at once. I draw my bolter to eliminate enemies in the distance before cutting my way through the fortress once again.
Fifty. A hundred. Two hundred. Three hundred. Five hundred. A thousand.
Slowly but surely, the body count increases. This fortress is home to many. According to the initial scan, there are at least 10,000 people here. This is the main place of worship for the world's religions. It is not really a fortress, but rather the ruin of a massive starship that was used as a fortress, with a cathedral built in the middle of it.
This is the reason why the people in this fortress are able to produce weapons from M2 and M3. They have machines, remnants of the starship, that produce the basic weapons and vehicles, but not automated weapons.
In a matter of minutes, I have already killed more than a thousand. It is enough for them to bring out a tank. I see one rolling out of a massive tunnel, its barrel pointed at me.
I grunt and flex my psychic power, and a second later, the tank is crushed under an invisible power and turned into a ball of metal. Blood leaks from the metal mass as I hurl it against a nearby wall, crushing the soldiers stationed there.
I put away my sword and use my rifle to fire energy pulses at the incoming troops. My bolter handles individuals while my rifle dismantles armored soldiers and their machines of war. Gauss rounds eat through machinery like hungry energy, while my bolter fire eliminates foot soldiers before they can pull their triggers.
Despite their numbers, their shots cannot penetrate the shields on my armor. Their weapons are not powerful enough to even reach the plating itself.
I decrease my speed and focus on killing everyone around me to ensure my sister's extraction will be easier. The roar of my bolter and Gauss Rifle accompanies the fall of multiple enemies as I push deeper into the fortress. My target is the massive cathedral where my sister is located.
I can see her presence in the Warp. Her golden aura is bright, and I can feel her eagerness to meet me.
I steadily fight my way through the massive fortress. I will ensure Ana and the others rescue the people scattered across the world, those who have yet to be brainwashed or corrupted by the power of Chaos.
That is the plan, after all. I need to cause as much destruction as possible, while Ana evacuates the innocence back to Star Explorer.
I wonder if Ana will bring Petra and Kassandra with her. Who am I kidding? She will. Just like me, she cannot reject their requests as long as they aren't too dangerous, though this mission certainly qualifies, and that's the reason why I don't want Petra to come with me.
"For the Empyrean!"
*BANG*
Another wave of people charges at me, reeking of Warp taint. This time, they reek of blood. It looks like Khorne worshipers are here. Their bodies may be stronger than regular humans because of their so-called blessings, but they are still mortal.
The boosts from their Gods cannot handle multiple bolter rounds at once. They especially struggle against attacks that can disintegrate their bodies in seconds.
Even the pus-filled humans cannot handle the firepower I carry. I keep marching forward. I frown as I feel the Warp presence on this world expanding and increasing at an alarming rate. They want to interfere, huh? I won't let them. I won't let any daemons get near this place.
With a deep breath, I let loose my power. My unique psychic power washes over the entire planet, carrying the power of my Blank Gene, the highest purity in the galaxy. If the Emperor carries the highest purity of psychic power, then I carry the highest purity of the Blank Gene.
As if someone flipped a switch, the energy from the Warp suddenly disappears. It is gone. It is as if the light stops shining in the world as my Pariah power washes over the planet. I make sure not to hit my sister with this power, but I do hit the people around me at full blast. I ignore the screaming of the zealots who can no longer hear the whispers of their gods. The psykers have it the worst; their heads shake violently as their brains leak through their ears. Those with latent talent suffer seizures before their brains fry from the inside.
The non-psykers are screaming. Some gouge their eyes out, wailing about the Great Darkness and the Ultimate Silence, while others use their weapons to end their lives to escape the terrible sensation.
And for once, the planet is truly free from the influence of the Warp. I can no longer hear the whisper from the Warp. I can hear the roar of angry parasites for a second before it cuts off.
I walk toward the cathedral and head to the basement. I make sure to keep my power active and let them die screaming in pain. After a few seconds of walking deeper into the cathedral, I see a man clutching his head in front of a steel door in the basement. He looks at me with pure hatred. I look him in the eyes, absorb some of his memories, and I snarl when I am done.
This man is Kor Phaeron, the one torturing my sister in an attempt to force her into his way of life.
I walk toward him as he points his pistol at me. It fires lasers, but they aren't enough to punch through my shield.
"Heretic! Abomination! How dare you come to the holy land of the gods?! You shall burn! Your soul shall be consumed! That is the will of the gods!"
He keeps ranting while firing his weapon. I do not increase my pace; I walk toward him slowly, savoring the fear creeping into his eyes. By the time I arrive in front of him, he is sweating heavily and crying blood from the full exposure of my Pariah power.
My Primarch aura flares to its maximum effect, paralyzing him with terror even more. I grab him by the neck and punch through his chest with my fist. He looks at me with wide eyes, and I say.
"You are not worthy of her, you piece of shit."
After saying that, I kick the steel door with all my might and blast it open. There she is. My sister. Her white hair is cut short, and her golden eyes look at me with such hope and adoration that it makes me smile. However, her body is dangerously thin, which shouldn't be possible given our physiology. This bastard must have starved her, feeding her just enough to barely keep her alive.
I throw the corpse aside and rush toward her. I destroy the chains holding her and catch her weak body. I hug her tightly, feeling her warm breath.
"I dreamed of you."
I pull back gently and look her in the eyes.
"Every night, I dreamed that you would be there. That was how I was able to endure. Because I knew you would come. Thank you, Lord Angel."
I feel sick and angry hearing her words. She does not deserve this treatment.
"I should've been there sooner."
"But you were there."
Her words are articulate for a child of only a few months. I know the reason. I've seen it. I've seen how Kor Phaeron beat her with a club and a hot iron rod, and how they withheld food for days of Colchian time. They make all kinds of excuses to beat her, and among them is her not being able to talk properly or nobly.
Kor Phaeron managed to torture a Primarch into near-adulthood in less than a year. Had a full year passed, she would likely be at full maturity; fully mature and utterly broken to that creature's will. Too broken to think for herself and easily corrupted by his whisper to serve the parasites.
I begin to regret not torturing him more. In my haste to rescue my sister, I granted him a quick death.
"And I am here now. You will no longer receive any beating. You will have a good life from now on."
I can see tears coming out of her eyes, but she still manages to give me a smile.
"I-I don't think I deserve it, Lord Angel. I am unworthy."
"You are worthy. You are more than worthy, sister."
I look into her eyes, and she meets my gaze. After a few seconds, her tears fall again, but this time her smile is genuine and pure. She understands that I am serious and honest with her. She understands that I mean everything I said.
"T-Thank you, Lord Angel."
"No. You are my sister. You do not need to call me that. Call me brother, or you can call me by name, Theodore or Theo for short."
"B-Brother?"
"That's right!"
I grin and pick her up. I decide to carry her, regardless of her height, and prepare to walk out of the dungeon.
"What is your name, sister?"
"I-I don't have one. My fa—He said that I don't deserve one. He told me that I only deserve a name when I accept his gods."
"Bah! He doesn't know anything. His gods are nothing. As for you, you deserve a beautiful name for a beautiful woman."
I chuckle a little when I see a small smile on her face.
"Aurelia Valerion"
I look at her right in the eyes and point at her.
"That is your name: Aurelia Valerion. It means the Noble Golden Light. My wish for you is to be the brightest and noblest light for the people. You shall be their guiding light in the dark. You shall be the one guiding them from the darkness that consumes them."
"Aurelia… Valerion."
"Yup! What do you think?"
She looks at me and gives me the brightest smile that fits her new name.
"Yes! I love them!"
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