The Holy Chronicles of Baator

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One swift kick to her stomach was all that was needed to send Esdeath flying, crashing into the nearby rock. However, much to my surprise, she rather quickly stood up, spat up a bit of blood, and rushed at me once again.

Her physique was much stronger than I had initially anticipated, which was rather surprising. I didn't anticipate that she would be this powerful; it was a rather small miscalculation on my part.

It seemed that the direct lineages of the Partas Tribe were far more powerful than the ordinary tribesmen of the Partas Tribe. The General of the Partas Tribe readied her saber, though this time, faint bluish energy appeared all around her weapon.

'Warp Energy, though different from the ordinary Warp Energy, this one is contaminated by the Essence of Ice and is freezing everything around, aside from the weapon itself. The source should be the Blood of the Danger Beasts that she had absorbed...'

The Essence of Ice was very potent within the Warp Energy, and when I say potent, it really was; probably, if the output of the Warp Energy was higher and more powerful, then she could have the potential to freeze Space itself.

Rather dangerous truth to be told.

This time, I was forced to use more effort to defend against the incoming attacks, as they were far more ferocious and powerful than before, but I did not lose even a bit of their precision and well-calculated strikes that she had employed before.

Interestingly enough, she was using her rage to fuel her power, though she was not letting her anger cloud her judgment, which made it rather harder for me to fight against someone like her.

Most of my combat style revolved around provocations and tempting them to make mistakes. The best situation was when they got enraged and made many mistakes, many of which I could then exploit.

Unfortunately, someone like Esdeath Partas wasn't that stupid to fall for such kind of strategy; even though this strategy was rather simplistic, I was often surprised how many people, very powerful entities, would fall for rather simple provocations and temptations.

Sounds of clacking were heard when our weapons clashed against each other, as I blocked several times; all of her attempts to strike me were rather futile. Finding an opening in my stance and style was rather nigh impossible for her right now, so in the end, she started using more and more of her raw power.

As she had access to Warp Energy and that weird Warp-Bloodline-based Ice Manipulation, I was at a disadvantage in the area of combat versatility.

Not only were her offensive powers outstanding, and her combat prowess was rather high, but at the same time, Ice Manipulation and, overall, the Ice-related powers were considered one of the most versatile around.

To top it off, we were found in the frozen wasteland, where everything was frozen and filled with ice and snow. This was practically the best environment that she could have, and it basically increased her powers severalfold.

In a split of moment, several thousand icicles were shot toward me every second; I was forced to dodge and counterattack even more often, because our spar was becoming more and more destructive for the environment.

Esdeath was very good at launching large-scale attacks on me, which was rather understandable with all of those annoying abilities that she had, especially when her Psyker Abilities were supported by the Ice-attributed Super Danger Beast Bloodline.

With my bladestaff, I was able to keep the General of the Partas Tribe far from me, at least from the distance of her saber, which was certainly good, but she then started using her Ice Abilities to close the distance between the two of us.

After several more minutes, there was something that I noticed about the Heiress of the Partas Tribe... she was rather quick learner.

'Just a few exchanges, and she was already able to adapt to my tempo... ts... geniuses.'

She was a martial arts genius and combat genius like Hela. The senses and capabilities of Esdeath Partas were rather similar to those of my wife; there were only a few people like her born every few millennia, and they were exceedingly rare.

Fortunately enough, due to my long sparring with Hela, I learned how to deal with people like her, and it was to end the fight as soon as possible. I didn't really doubt that if the duel was being prolonged more and more, she would be able to adapt even more to my combat style.

Even now, it was becoming rather annoying.

Partly due to my very own arrogance or overconfidence in the matter, as I kept playing with her partially. Even though I wouldn't really like to admit it, like this, it was like a cat playing with a mouse.

'If I let her adapt to my combat style, this would become even more annoying.'

I was becoming more and more like Hela in this regard because I also created a tendency for myself to play with my enemies; it was rather a bad habit. That was something that I needed to remedy in the near future, or else it could end very badly for me...

Deciding that it was time to end the spar, I used my top speed with my bladestaff and appeared in front of the Heiress of the Partas Tribe, striking her with the blunt end of the bladestaff in her stomach.

Not wasting any time, I sent another strike and another, causing her mild disorientation while using the same window of opportunity when she wasn't right in her senses to kick out the weapon out of her hand.

"It seems that our little spar has come to a timely end, with your loss... most obviously."

I stated with the sharp end of my bladestaff pointing at her neck, several millimeters away from her neck, as she laid on her back on the ground. She panted heavily, bloodied a bit, as she looked at me with a grin and excitement.

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"It was a long time since I lost for the last time..."

She panted heavily, spitting a mouthful of blood several times, until she got much better after resting for several moments.

Certainly, there was a strong sense of shock and disbelief in her eyes when she looked at me because it was evident that she wasn't used to losing.

Most probably in her entire life, the only people she lost against were the older and more powerful members of the Tribe when she was younger; thus, she never really had any powerful competitors.

This was also the case for my children; when they were born, there was almost zero competition for them because, aside from their own siblings, there were none of their age who could represent some sort of rivals for them.

"It was a good fight, though... You are certainly powerful enough, and your control over the Ice is top-notch; unfortunately for me, you lack the experience and power to defeat me properly..."

I was speaking the truth when I told her that she was very powerful; her combat instincts and talents were something that would be considered as a top-notch generational genius even within the Chthonian Empire.

She was natural in the close quarters combat and weapon mastery, to the degree where she was already approaching that of Hela or Sigmar. She was natural at the combat, her adaptability was staggering, and she could fight almost like the God of War had incarnated.

"Are you feeling better?"

I asked after several minutes, noticing that she was already getting better... the healing rate of the Partas Tribesmen was very high, much higher than that of the ordinary baseline humans from what I could see.

It should have something to do with the Bloodline of the Danger Beasts that they were ingesting and assimilating to obtain their strength.

Danger Beasts of the Fenran Rex IX. had terrifying healing and regenerative factors; it was something that couldn't be matched even by many in the Higher Dimensional World of the Baator.

"Not by much, but I will be..."

I helped her to stand up from the previous position, as she kept lying on her back for some time. Evidently, she was more tired from the duel than I had anticipated, though my strikes on her ribs and stomach, while powerful, were not enough to cause her serious injuries.

That was something that I was rather cautious about, as I didn't wish to cause her any severe injuries in this duel. Still, with the rate at which she was being healed by her regenerative factor, she would be in top condition in mere moments.

"You are pretty powerful, contrary to your stature and scholarly appearance..."

I didn't really know if this was a compliment or if it was an insult, though I would consider it as both of them together.

For her, I must indeed seem like a scholar, not to mention that I even presented as a scientist for most of the time, and in the culture of warriors and hunters like the Partas Tribe, I lacked the typical ruffed appearance of a warrior that was characteristic of them.

Certainly, I didn't really look like a stereotypical warrior and powerhouse in the eyes of the Partas Tribe, even though, for those who were more powerful and had a more developed sense, could rather easily sense my power, at least part of it, if they put enough effort into it.

Honestly, I would prefer looking elegant rather than like a ruffed barbarian, like most of the Partas Tribesmen.

"I don't know if I should take it as a compliment or offense so that I will be taking it as both, General Partas. Maybe we can have another duel in the future when you get better at your skills, so your defeat won't be such an embarrassment."

Hearing what I said to her, I noticed that her grin cracked a little, but she instantly looked at me with a great degree of anticipation and excitement when I basically confirmed that we would be having another spar together.

"It was meant to be both in the first place... certainly, having elegance and extraordinary power at the same time is... especially appealing."

Oh... my... gods...

Even though my true body is God, I knew very well what this meant: this exact smile and grin, this exact look, was the same look that Hela was giving me after suffering the first defeat.

Hela essentially developed strong feelings of possession and something that seemed to be love, or her own twisted version, after I first defeated her. Though that twistedness was something greatly enjoyable in the bedroom, and living room... and any other place when it came to that.

It was clear that her pride wouldn't allow her to attach herself to someone who was weaker than herself. She was the type who would only take a mate who was much stronger than herself, someone who could beat her in a single combat.

Evidently, the Heiress of the Partas Tribe, Esdeath Partas, developed some sort of crush on me, and it meant that my stay here wouldn't be so peaceful as I had anticipated previously.

This was already highly problematic because dealing with another Hela was going to be a pain in the ass, something that I wasn't very keen on that. However, I had to admit that Esdeath Partas was a rather attractive, like, very, very attractive young woman.

She was very powerful, that was for sure, and she had certainly inherited a set of unique and particular abilities, creating a rather powerful Bloodline. Even though her Ice Manipulating Abilities were nothing compared to Fia's, it was rather exceptional for the conditions she was born in.

If she were properly developed, she could become a powerhouse on her own, not to mention, I had some feeling that if she obtained a greater and stronger connection to the Warp itself, then her power would grow several times over.

She was rather constrained by her lack of a powerful connection to the Warp because the members of the Partas Tribe were rather peculiar breeds of the Psykers.

Only a tiny population of them were geniue Psykers, while the rest of them obtained their Psyker Abilities from ingesting and assimilating the Bloodlines of the Danger Beasts.

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Several Days Later, after my spar with Esdeath Partas, we were already in the process of complete mobilization of the Partas Tribe's elite forces and creating the attack strategies on the Frozen Coven.

The attack on the Frozen Coven was, in the end, unanimously approved by the Elder of the Partas Tribe because the benefits of conquering the Frozen Coven were tremendous and would be a great leap for the Partas Tribe.

Especially regarding their Psyker Heritage, which was something that the Partas Tribe had long ago coveted, but they couldn't really obtain it. Attacking the Frozen Coven would be a very arduous task, and when I saw the plans and the information about the strengths and weaknesses of the Frozen Coven, I understood the reason.

It was far more problematic than it seemed.

The protections around the headquarters of the were something to behold, because they were probably the most powerful Psyker protections on the entire Fenran Rex IX., so breaking through them would be very hard.

Not to mention, the Sorcerers of the Frozen Coven were smart enough to build their main headquarters in a place where the line between Materium and Immaterium was thinnest, meaning the Psykers in that place were more powerful than usual.

This resulted in a state where the Psykers could exert far more of their power than usual; something like that wasn't normally possible. Immaterium and Realspace were not compatible with each other; only when there was a breach in the Realspace could the Immaterium exert far more of its power.

This was pretty disadvantageous for anyone who would attempt to attack the Frozen Coven, because the Psykers were tremendously empowered by the presence of the breach in the Immaterium.

As long as they could control the breach and overlapping Immaterium with the Realspace and stop the constant attempts of the Powers of the Ruin to invade the Realspace, the Frozen Coven obtained a great power base for themselves.

Unfortunately for them, there was something that could deal with the situation rather easily...

"We can attack and conquer the Frozen Coven rather easily as long as we manufacture some of these things..."

I said and launched the holo-projection of the Dawn Pillars that were widely used in the Kadath Universe to suppress anything related to the supernatural, concepts of any kind of energy, or something like that.

We perfected the usage and technology of the Dawn Pillars to the utter extreme, and we could manufacture them very fast.

Unfortunately, with the limited technology of the Partas Tribe, I needed to make some tweaks to it, but that wasn't that hard as I had an auxiliary A.I. Chip of Architect and my very own computing capabilities.

Nevertheless, it took me a few days to create the Dawn Pillars that functioned like the Cadian Blackstone Pylons.

A Cadian Pylon System was a complex of several thousand massive pylon-shaped devices composed of Blackstone and of unknown Xenos origin, erected millions of standard years ago in a complex network stretching across the surface of the Fortress World of Cadia.

"This little darling here is the Dawn Pillar, a specifically crafted device with the sole purpose of suppressing everything even remotely related to the Immaterium. Once activated, we can turn to weaken the Psykers of the Frozen Coven to the extremes, though, unfortunately, because of the breach in the Realspace, it won't be enough for us to make all Psykers just ordinary people."

I was discussing with Esdeath the possible strategy for the attack on the Frozen Coven; this was just a preliminary discussion, before we would present it to the Elder of the Partas Tribe.

"Interesting gadget. Would we be able to construct them within our capabilities?"

Even though I knew that Esdeath wasn't the most technologically apt person, because she believed in her personal might and power, she thought that overusing technology led to weakness and disgrace.

"Not just gadgets, but devices that would win us this conflict without any effort, in fact. And yes, we can manufacture with the STCs present within the Partas Tribe and some of my own input... we will place the Dawn Pillars around the headquarters of the Frozen Coven and activate them, rendering all of their Psychic potential useless, and, at the same time, all of their protections would be basically a piece of scrap. Just a few salvos from the artillery would be enough to break through all of the barriers."

The Dawn Pillars were absolutely needed for the conquest of the Frozen Coven because attacking them in a more convenient way would cost a lot of resources. Breaking through their defenses in a more standard way would require tremendous firepower and even manpower.

"Right now, with the capabilities of the Partas Tribe and the STCs that the Partas Tribe has in their possession, they could probably manufacture five of them with their technological capabilities. With me controlling the STCs and patching them together, we can increase the production output to somewhere around twelve to fourteen before we commence the attack on the Frozen Coven."

The Elders of the Partas Tribe decided that they would attack the Frozen Coven in five months or so, so before that, we needed to finish all preparations and prepare all things that were needed for the attack.

All Dawn Pillars needed to be manufactured and ready for usage.

"Hmm... if that works as supposed, we can probably achieve victory without investing a lot of resources. Psychic Powers are the basics of the Frozen Coven; they are their strongest and most powerful side. If they are taken out of the equation, then they are not really that powerful."

Frozen Coven, without their Sorcerers and Psykers, were actually not really powerful, and their numbers were actually much smaller than even the Partas Tribe itself. They were able to maintain their status and so-called neutrality only due to their possession of tremendoiíus Psyker Powers.

"Now the sole thing that is needed is to formulate the plan of attack using the Dawn Pillars usage as the core of the strategy."

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After everything was decided, mainly the most basic outlines of the battle plan on the Frozen Coven, I went to the task of crafting the Dawn Pillars, or at least some version of it, because, with the current things on hand, it would be impossible to recreate the pinnacle of the Arkanotek Engineering on the Fenran Rex IX.

Certainly, it took some tweaks here and there, but sooner enough, with the calculating capabilities of the Architect and my own, it didn't take long to create a functioning prototype that should be able to nullify any Psyker Abilities in some areas entirely.

Not only this, but to successfully manufacture the Pylons that we would need, I also needed to increase the technological capabilities of the Partas Tribe and tweak their production capabilities a bit, because otherwise, they wouldn't be able to manufacture everything that I needed to have.

Crafting something so complex as the Pylons that were capable of nullifying Psyker Abilities and severing the connection between the Immaterium and Realspace was something that was a bit above the current capabilities of the technology of the Partas Tribe.

Still, after we gave them the necessary upgrades, they were able to manufacture the parts needed for the Pylons, and slowly, everything was coming together. Just two months after the initial discussion, we already had all the necessary Pylons constructed with a progression of 56%.

It was even faster than I had anticipated, but it seemed that I had seriously underestimated the anticipation of the Partas Tribe in this endeavor.

The hatred towards the Frozen Coven was high, not to mention the Frozen Coven was often compared to the Partas Tribe, and they were something akin to pseudo-contestants for the title of the strongest faction within the Northern Area of the Feris Continent.

Northern Tribes were not really taken into the equation, because they were individually rather weak and their sole strong side was the fact that they had numbers on their side, but aside from that, the number of true powerhouses under their command was low.

During the upcoming months, aside from overseeing the creation of the Dawn Pillars, I was also participating in drafting the plans of attack. My experiences of waging wars and conquering hostile factions were worth several thousand years.

In the end, everything went even more smoothly than I had initially predicted, and the Dawn Pillars were finished faster than anticipated. When everything was ready, Patriarch Ezran Partas gave the overall command of the operation to his daughter, Esdeath.

As the Heiress of the Partas Tribe and overall General of Armies of the Partas Tribe, there was no one who was more suitable to command the operation against the Frozen Coven, which was leading us here.

Where we were right now.

In front of the headquarters of the Frozen Coven, as we were laying siege on their fortress with the Dawn Pillars being placed all around the headquarters of the Frozen Coven. It was clear that the Sorcerers of the Frozen Coven were rather nervous about the incoming invasion of their territories.

Obviously, they were not really aware of the true purpose of the Dawn Pillars as they were not activated, but they were smart enough to realize that something was going on when they saw the troops of the Partas Tribe placing the enormous monoliths all around the fortress of the Frozen Coven.

All of the efforts of the Frozen Coven to thwart the efforts of the Partas Tribe ended in catastrophic failure because the Partas Tribe were experts when it came to combating and hunting down the Psykers or anyone using the Psyker powers.

"We are ready; the clean-up operation has been finished."

As I was doing the final checkups on the Dawn Pillars and ensuring that everything would work as it should be, I was interrupted by Esdeath, who was standing behind me in her usual general military uniform, as everyone stopped doing what they were doing and gave her a salute, before the people returned to their previous jobs.

Most of the people in the room where we were right now were engineers and scientists of the Partas Tribe, many of whom I taught personally during my stay in the Partas Tribe, as I was essentially cultivating a new generation of engineers and scientists.

Something that the Partas Tribe was rather lacking, or more precisely, it wasn't their strongest side, as they were a Tribe of Hunters and Warriors foremost.

Everything else was secondary for them.

I even learned that they had started dabbling into the aspect of technology more and more, just during the time when the Ezran Partas became the Patriarch of the Partas Tribe, when he saw the true power of the technologically advanced faction when he was in the Southern Area of the Feris Continent.

"Okey, just give me a few moments after we finish the last test, we need to ensure that everything will work as it should."

In the long history of the Chthonian Empire of the Baator, there were some events when our efforts were thwarted or failed due to the functioning tech. Because of that, we had protocols requiring that all weapons and special equipment, like the Dawn Pillars, be checked several times before the battle began.

"Are you going to fight?"

During the time I was staying in the Partas Tribe, we grew rather close together; in fact, we had a lot in common, and we were spending a lot of time together. It often started with Esdeath pestering me to fight against her because she didn't really win against me even once during that time.

In all of our spars, she lost something more badly than the other time.

Still, for a battle maniac like her who only respected the strong, it was only understandable that her interest in me grew to the point where she started making advances on me and viewed me as a potential suitor.

Not like I was against it.

She was rather a nice person behind the exterior of a fierce warrior and battle maniac who only knew how to kill people.

Yeah, it sounded rather weird, but that was how things were.

Even Hela was actually rather a pleasant person to be around for those who were actually given the privilege.

As they said, never judge a book by its cover.

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After everything was decided, mainly the most basic outlines of the battle plan on the Frozen Coven, I went to the task of crafting the Dawn Pillars, or at least some version of it, because, with the current things on hand, it would be impossible to recreate the pinnacle of the Arkanotek Engineering on the Fenran Rex IX.

Certainly, it took some tweaks here and there, but sooner enough, with the calculating capabilities of the Architect and my own, it didn't take long to create a functioning prototype that should be able to nullify any Psyker Abilities in some areas entirely.

Not only this, but to successfully manufacture the Pylons that we would need, I also needed to increase the technological capabilities of the Partas Tribe and tweak their production capabilities a bit, because otherwise, they wouldn't be able to manufacture everything that I needed to have.

Crafting something so complex as the Pylons that were capable of nullifying Psyker Abilities and severing the connection between the Immaterium and Realspace was something that was a bit above the current capabilities of the technology of the Partas Tribe.

Still, after we gave them the necessary upgrades, they were able to manufacture the parts needed for the Pylons, and slowly, everything was coming together. Just two months after the initial discussion, we already had all the necessary Pylons constructed with a progression of 56%.

It was even faster than I had anticipated, but it seemed that I had seriously underestimated the anticipation of the Partas Tribe in this endeavor.

The hatred towards the Frozen Coven was high, not to mention the Frozen Coven was often compared to the Partas Tribe, and they were something akin to pseudo-contestants for the title of the strongest faction within the Northern Area of the Feris Continent.

Northern Tribes were not really taken into the equation, because they were individually rather weak and their sole strong side was the fact that they had numbers on their side, but aside from that, the number of true powerhouses under their command was low.

During the upcoming months, aside from overseeing the creation of the Dawn Pillars, I was also participating in drafting the plans of attack. My experiences of waging wars and conquering hostile factions were worth several thousand years.

In the end, everything went even more smoothly than I had initially predicted, and the Dawn Pillars were finished faster than anticipated. When everything was ready, Patriarch Ezran Partas gave the overall command of the operation to his daughter, Esdeath.

As the Heiress of the Partas Tribe and overall General of Armies of the Partas Tribe, there was no one who was more suitable to command the operation against the Frozen Coven, which was leading us here.

Where we were right now.

In front of the headquarters of the Frozen Coven, as we were laying siege on their fortress with the Dawn Pillars being placed all around the headquarters of the Frozen Coven. It was clear that the Sorcerers of the Frozen Coven were rather nervous about the incoming invasion of their territories.

Obviously, they were not really aware of the true purpose of the Dawn Pillars as they were not activated, but they were smart enough to realize that something was going on when they saw the troops of the Partas Tribe placing the enormous monoliths all around the fortress of the Frozen Coven.

All of the efforts of the Frozen Coven to thwart the efforts of the Partas Tribe ended in catastrophic failure because the Partas Tribe were experts when it came to combating and hunting down the Psykers or anyone using the Psyker powers.

"We are ready; the clean-up operation has been finished."

As I was doing the final checkups on the Dawn Pillars and ensuring that everything would work as it should be, I was interrupted by Esdeath, who was standing behind me in her usual general military uniform, as everyone stopped doing what they were doing and gave her a salute, before the people returned to their previous jobs.

Most of the people in the room where we were right now were engineers and scientists of the Partas Tribe, many of whom I taught personally during my stay in the Partas Tribe, as I was essentially cultivating a new generation of engineers and scientists.

Something that the Partas Tribe was rather lacking, or more precisely, it wasn't their strongest side, as they were a Tribe of Hunters and Warriors foremost.

Everything else was secondary for them.

I even learned that they had started dabbling into the aspect of technology more and more, just during the time when the Ezran Partas became the Patriarch of the Partas Tribe, when he saw the true power of the technologically advanced faction when he was in the Southern Area of the Feris Continent.

"Okey, just give me a few moments after we finish the last test, we need to ensure that everything will work as it should."

In the long history of the Chthonian Empire of the Baator, there were some events when our efforts were thwarted or failed due to the functioning tech. Because of that, we had protocols requiring that all weapons and special equipment, like the Dawn Pillars, be checked several times before the battle began.

"Are you going to fight?"

During the time I was staying in the Partas Tribe, we grew rather close together; in fact, we had a lot in common, and we were spending a lot of time together. It often started with Esdeath pestering me to fight against her because she didn't really win against me even once during that time.

In all of our spars, she lost something more badly than the other time.

Still, for a battle maniac like her who only respected the strong, it was only understandable that her interest in me grew to the point where she started making advances on me and viewed me as a potential suitor.

Not like I was against it.

She was rather a nice person behind the exterior of a fierce warrior and battle maniac who only knew how to kill people.

Yeah, it sounded rather weird, but that was how things were.

Even Hela was actually rather a pleasant person to be around for those who were actually given the privilege.

As they said, never judge a book by its cover.


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Of course, that was only after one managed to get past her bloodthirsty and battle-hungry nature, which was certainly most prevalent.

"Maybe if I found something interesting, but once these Psykers lose access to the Immaterium, they would be ripe for picking up."

In fact, I didn't really have much interest in the fight because the moment when the Dawn Pillars were activated, then all of the Psykers would be mostly powerless. If they didn't train their physique and were in close-quarter combat, then they would be just chickens ripe for killing.

Not to mention, I wasn't even able to sense someone particularly strong that would essentially pique my interest in the fight. Aside from tinkering with the technology, I would most probably leave the fight to the Partas Tribe.

The Frozen Coven was almost exclusively made from the Psyker, Sorcerers, and other users of the Warp. If this was taken out of the equation, then they would be mostly powerless, armed with only a few scraps of technology that they had and nothing else.

"Ts... I understand that sentiment... Frozen Coven is made exclusively from the Sorcerers; with your gadgets activated, they would not be any threat. Aside from breaching some of the physical obstacles in our path, that is..."

I nodded to what Esdeath said, and during our time, I finished all the checkups on the machinery; I then activated the Dawn Pillars. Soon enough, all tremendously large monoliths started glowing with an ominous green color and covering the entire region where the headquarters of the Frozen Coven was located.

"The Dawn Pillars have been activated; after approximately forty seconds, they will be fully activated, and everything will be turned into an Anti-Psyker Zone."

Because the Partas Tribe wanted to obtain the complete legacy of the Frozen Coven, they couldn't use the heavy artillery or anything very destructive in case something fell onto the library and turned everything into ash.

That would certainly be problematic.

However, the Frozen Coven was reduced to nothingness as their Psyker powers were their strongest and, most probably, only sole card. Esdeath was confident that their soldiers could overcome the resistance from the Frozen Coven with some effort.

She didn't really take the Frozen Coven seriously without their Psyker Powers, and I understood the sentiment because I saw this scenario several times in the Kadath Universe.

The Chthonian Empire of the Baator annihilated countless factions that were very dependent on some type of Energy with the usage of the Pylons.

And as we talked, the greenish dome appeared around the entire region, and unbeknownst to the armies of the Partas Tribe that were getting into the formation and preparing to attack, the Sorcerers within the high walls of the Frozen Coven were panicking.

Panic was a weak word for the state that was happening right now within the Frozen Coven.

The Dawn Pillars were really too effective, and everything even remotely connected to the Immaterium was immediately severed, and all Psykers of the Frozen Coven not only found themselves without connection to the Immaterium, but they were also suffering very heavy backlash from the sudden loss of connection to the Immaterium.

The more powerful the Sorcerer was, the heavier and more severe the side effects of the sudden cut of the connection were, as some of them were even crippled on the spot if they couldn't handle the backlash.

Some of them fell unconscious the moment they lost their connection to the Warp, and this happened all over the headquarters of the Frozen Coven. It didn't help the situation; the fact that all of the higher-ups Psykers, especially the military leaders of the Frozen Coven, were all exclusively Psykers.

One could say that this one move managed to incapacitate all of the higher-ups of the Frozen Coven. In their current state, they were not even capable of putting up any resistance, as their entire chain of command was destroyed.

This was the case for many factions that were heavily magic-oriented or so, where all of their leadership and higher-ups were exclusively mages. And when the magic was taken out of the equation, the entire faction was like a headless chicken, which was the exact same scenario that was right now happening to the Frozen Coven.

It was also a perfect opportunity for the armies of the Partas Tribe because the soldiers and hunters had already started approaching the gates of the fortress in orderly formation, facing something that could be called minimal resistance.

That's another good point for them right now.

I must admit that it was also entertaining to watch, the chaos that erupted within the headquarters of the Frozen Coven when the Dawn Pillars were activating and the unstoppable march of the Partas Tribe that was already in front of their gates, planting some explosives there to destroy the gate.

In the end, unfortunately for the Frozen Coven, I could tell that approximately 80% of their defenses were basically related to the Immaterium, and only something around 20% of their defenses were in a pure technological manner.

With the Dawn Pillars in the play, one could say that the Frozen Coven was almost defenseless against the advance of the Partas Tribe. I also marveled at their bad luck because it seemed that even a large part of their soldiery was affected by the Dawn Pillars.

Even their ordinary soldiers were dabbling in the Psykery...

Fortunately enough, we manufactured small badges that were able to protect the members of the Partas Tribe from the side effects of the Dawn Pillars being activated.

Even though the Partas Tribesmen won't be able to use their Psyker Powers, due to their lineages of the Danger Beasts and the badges that I had them wear, they were facing just some minor uncomfortable feelings...

Thus, they were able to retain the majority of their strength even under the suppression of the Dawn Pillars on everything related to the Immaterium, and right now, the first groups of soldiers and hunters were able to breach the gates of the Frozen Coven and unleashed slaughter on the inhabitants.


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The negative emotions that were created by the merciless slaughter of the entire Frozen Coven would forever capture the attention of the Daemons of the Immaterium. I was sure that if now for the actual Dawn Pillars, there would be a ton of them attempting to descend down to the real space and create havoc.

The environment that was created by such a wide massacre was perhaps enough to attract the attention of some of the greatest Daemons within the Immaterium, as hundreds of thousands of people were dying every second.

Not only that, but all people that were dying here were Psyker, darlings of the Immaterium and favorite prey of the Daemons of the Warp, who preyed on them like a wolf on deer.

"They are indeed efficient when it comes to committing a genocide... what an interesting twist..."

I had to admit that the Partas Tribe was very efficient in the cold and ruthless approach of genociding the members of the Frozen Coven. Practically anyone who was older than a certain age, mostly older than three years or so, was put to the sword and killed.

It was a terrible massacre and rather bloody because they were executed in an old-fashioned way using cold weapons. Such mass executions always created a lot of mess, something that was rather rare within the Chthonian Empire of the Baator.

Due to the presence of the Dawn Pillars and their effects, none of the Frozen Coven were able to give any kind of organized resistance. Their armed forces were broken apart upon the first confrontation with the soldiers of the Partas Tribe.

In the end, it took only a few hours for the armies of the Partas Tribe to completely take over the Frozen Cover and its headquarters. Right now, the soldiers of the Partas Tribe were rounding people up; those who were deemed as suitable, especially young children who barely remember anything, would be assimilated into the Partas Tribe.

The rest were sent to the camps, where they were systematically killed, and their corpses were used to feed Danger Beasts that the Partas Tribe was breeding. Only some of the more powerful Psykers were taken as prisoners of war and transported into the Icecrown Citadel of the Partas Tribe.

This was done mostly at my request as I wanted some live subjects, and for better research results, I wanted to obtain live samples. It was rather a grim sight, but not the worst thing that I saw in my very, very long life... or what I did.

In the end, mercy was for the weak, and the Partas Tribe was doing everything they could to ensure their survival and dominance, even at the price of having a reputation as slaughterers or monsters scribed down in the history books.

That was the conviction that I could certainly respect...

"This entire ordeal is boring..."

Esdeath whined from the side; she was bored as hell. When she saw how easily the troops of the Partas Tribe were taking over the headquarters of the Frozen Coven. The defenders of the Frozen Coven were no match against that of the Partas Tribe, and due to the effects of the Dawn Pillars, there were no powerhouses against which to fight.

"I told you the same thing... under the might of the Dawn Pillars, even the most powerful Psykers would become powerless children, ready to be killed by the simple swing of a sharp blade."

I knew that Esdeath was eager for this war, but in turn, she was immensely disappointed when she was faced with the harsh reality of how weak their enemies had become. All mighty Psykers and Sorcerers of the Frozen Coven were powerless to put even rudimentary resistance in front of the troops of the Partas Tribe.

"And of course, you didn't listen to me even a bit, and now, here you are... You should really start presenting yourself with more dignity. Hopefully, nobody is around, and even if they were, I bet that they would already be frozen to icicles."

She was already whining to me for half an hour or so, about how disappointing this entire ordeal was, which was something that I could understand at least partially. I knew that, for a battle maniac, she was awaiting something more than just sitting on a nearby cliff together with me and observing the battle.

"Tsk... still, it is nice to have this moment just for two of us... such a perfect memorable moment..."

Some part of me almost shuddered because Hela said similar words to me af few times, as the woman got horny when there was a lot of carnage and slaughter around her. Not like I complained about that; it was always a welcome thing to be ready for pleasurable activities, even in the most unusual places for her.

"I must admit that it has some charm... the view is good..."

I tried not to comment on the mass executions that were being carried out not far from the city, which was also in our view, though I noticed that Esdeath became even more clingy than usual when she unbuttoned one of the upper buttons on her uniform, so I could clearly see her cleavage.

"Hopefully, the confrontation against the Northern Tribes would be more thrilling than this..."

She almost muttered as she sat down next to me, but I was ready to smash her hopes apart, very, very fast and hard.

"Not really... if the Partas Tribe completely digests the Inheritance of the Frozen Coven and starts mass-producing the technology it has together with my own intentions, then the Northern Tribes would be squashed in a few days at max. If you want to have powerful foes to fight against, then you need to leave this planet behind and head towards the stars."

Each of my words shattered her hopes of a good fight against the Northern Tribe more and more until nothing remained from it, and she thought about it more. If the Partas Tribe obtained all the things that I mentioned, then some of the Northern Tribes wouldn't be a challenge.

It's not like the Northern Tribes were really competitors for the Partas Tribe, even right now.


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Esdeath was smart enough to realize what I spoke was nothing but the truth... perhaps, she knew it even better than me because, in the end, I wasn't native to these lands, and the time that I lived here was palpable compared to the entire life that she spent here.

She was far more aware of the true capabilities of their foes, even those in the South, and after digesting the inheritance of the Frozen Coven, Esdeath was aware of the cruel reality that the Partas Tribe wouldn't have any opponents.

With the legacy of Psykery from the Frozen Coven and another wave of industrialization that was initiated by me, Jeron Egan Butler, a name that would most probably become immortalized in the annals of the history of the Fenran Rex IX. for eternity.

"Stars... that would be nice, but unfortunately for you, there are no working starships, and we are lacking the technology to manufacture one even with the STCs that we have on hand. The last spaceport is in ruins, and even those ruins are under the control of the Northern Tribes..."

Indeed a lot of what Edeath said was true, but also not...

"Northern Tribes will fall sooner or later to the Partas Tribe and their entire legacy would be yours. Not to mention, if I have enough resources, I can order the STCs to start making the starship; the real problem is just a lack of several materials and some elements to make the engine... that is all, aside from creating stabilization on the Gellar Field, nothing much is really a problem for me."

The technology that generates a protective Gellar Field, also spelled Geller Field, around a Starship intended for faster-than-light travel, was invented along with the Warp-Drive by Humanity sometime in the 18th Millennium AD during the Age of Technology.

The technology, formally called a "Gellar Field Device" allowed Warp-capable starships and their occupants to survive the extremely hazardous environment of Warpspace, and thus, one was protected from the dangers of the Immaterium to a certain degree.

The Gellar Field protects the starship and its occupants from the hostility of the psychically reactive Warp environment itself as well as from the predation of Warp entities such as Daemons and Enslavers.

The device worked by literally projecting a bubble of realspace around the starship where the physical laws of space-time continued to function; the technological means by which this was accomplished seems to have changed over time.

When we were using the device at the peak of humanity, at the summit of the Golden Age of Technology, we were able to use the Gellar Field as an offensive means against the denizens of the warp.

One of the things that I managed to obtain from the vaults of the Partas Tribe was the remnants of the Imperial Gellar Field Device from the starship of the Imperium of Man, and I had to say that they were vastly inferior to those of the Terran Federation.

It seems that humanity in this age has truly lost far more than I had anticipated during the Long Night when everything went to shit... fortunately enough, I died before I could see it with my very own eyes.

To create a perfect Gellar Field Device, I would need to synthesize some elements, and that requires some resources that the Partas Tribe doesn't have right now. For that, we would need to gather some resources before I could start working on the starship.

I already chose the model that I was going to manufacture, as I needed only a small personal starship that would take me out of the Fenran Rex IX. and because this planet was enveloped by damned a warp storm, I would really need to adjust the spaceship too much to be capable of going through the warpstorm.

It would be compared to the state-of-the-art starships in the Solar Terran Federation during the Golden Age of Technology because only such ships could go through the warstorm rather safely.

Even then, it was rather a risky thing to do...

But I didn't really have any other choice because it seemed that the Warpstorm wasn't going anywhere from the Fenran Rex IX. from my observation of the Warpstorm, this one seemed to be the permanent one.

Those ones were rather rare because there were only a few of them in the entire Galaxy, and it could be counted on one hand. Thus, the sole option was to construct a spaceship that would be capable of bypassing the Warpstorm rather safely, if nothing else.

That was a rather hard task.

Even metals that were required to do this were rare and something that Fenran Rex IX. had scarcely, and we would need to create those alloys from scratch. If only the Fenran Rex IX. wasn't enveloped by the permanent Warpstorm; I could have waited until the Warpstorm ended and then left in an ordinary starship.

But no... my luck was terrible this time.

"Then I want to go with you... If there are more powerful warriors in the stars, I want to fight them and slay them to prove my superiority so that nobody could stand in front of my saber."

I could see a twinkle in her eyes as she spoke those words with conviction and eagerness; she was deeply aware of the fact that if she remained on this planet, she wouldn't be able to fit any worthy foes, but out here...

Among the stars, there were a lot of powerful foes for her to fight against, and that was something worthwhile...

Only in there could she finally reach her full potential, something certainly worthwhile for her time. When she was finally severely disappointed by the weakness of her very own planet, as there were not any powerful opponents for her, she needed to fight them elsewhere...

In the stars, destiny awaits.

"As you wish then... You will have your journey to the stars and the fight that you carve so much. I can safely say that within the stars, there were entities and beings that could wipe out entire planets with ease, remake continents with her blow, and annihilate civilizations with their Psykery..."

Obviously, there were not a lot of them, but there were...


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There were countless powerful entities within the Milky Way Galaxy of the Immaterius Universe because even during the times of the Terran Federation, we could probably list several thousand extremely powerful Aeldari Psykers that could reshape entire continents with their powers relatively easily.

And less said about the Greenskins, who were especially powerful when they were in great numbers and utilizing the Psychic potential of their whole species, which made them one of the gravest threats to any sentient species in the galaxy.

They cared only about a single thing in their whole life and the existence of their race.

War.

Nothing more and nothing less.

In fact, they would probably have a lot of similarities with Esdeath, next to Hela or me, because both of them were also obsessed with waging wars and fighting powerful foes. Still, the Greenskins were able to discard everything, their lives included, so they could wage wars.

In the end, their entire culture, the "Kultur", revolved only around the concept of WAAAGH!, fighting, killing, once again fighting, and once more killing.

Aside from the Aeldari that were the pinnacle of the Pskyer Powers, there were countless powerful Daemons and other creatures from the depths of the Immaterium that were nowadays plaguing the Milky Way Galaxy like some locust.

And not forgetting the dammed Imperium of Man and the Emperor of Mankind.

Even though, according to the information that I gathered on the Imperium of Man, it became the abomination and antithesis to everything that the Emperor of Mankind was preaching about during the Great Crusade ten thousand years ago.

Which was rather ironic, in my opinion.

But still...

The thought of an unshackled genius Tier 12 or perhaps even stronger entity being in the Milky Way Galaxy was certainly unsettling. Even though this body of mine that I was using in the Immaterius carried something that could kill even Tier 12 Entities, I seriously doubted that it would work on the Emperor of Mankind.

Much less on the Four Gods of Chaos, which was directly tied to the Immaterium, and due to their connection to the Immaterium, all four of them were something like Divine Thrones.

Basically, I couldn't kill them easily, even if their powers were not compared to the geniue Divine Throne. Even though they were not Primarchs, they managed to achieve a similar state to the Divine Throne due to the particular capabilities of the Immaterium.

So yeah...

Many and many problems were all around us.

"Excellent, my dear..."

She almost purred out the sentence as I internally chuckled to myself.

Esdeath Partas was indeed like Hela; if I knew that they were not related for sure, then I would say that they must be sisters or whatever. Perhaps even alternative versions of themselves?

Who knew...

But one thing was sure for now.

It was true that in the future, I won't be able to get rid of her.

Still, she would certainly be a valuable asset to the Chthonian Empire of the Baator; perhaps it would be prudent to consider creating a rather good path for her to power. Right now, standing at the limits of Tier 8, it was the maximum that she could attend without any external assistance.

"How long till the matters with the former Frozen Coven are resolved?"

I asked because I wanted to start building my Starship that could take us from this forsaken planet.

Rather ironic that I was calling this planet forsaken, even though it was due to its forsakenness that it was safe heaven. There were no WAAAGH! of the Greenskins, no invasion from the Void Insects or anything.

Yeah, apparently, some Hive of the Void Insects was rampaging in the Immaterius Universe under the leadership of Tier 12 Hivemind and devouring everything in their path. Rather a frightening prospect, and from the information collected, the Hivemind was approaching Tier 13 if everything went according to its plans.

Void Insects were trouble no matter where they were in the Endless Void, and the number of the Void Insects that became Tier 13 and became Primarchs could be counted on one hand in recent years.

Nowadays, apparently, everyone in the Endless Void was doing everything in their power to prevent new Primarch from emerging among the Void Insects because their species was just dooming the rest of the Endless Void to become their food.

In recent tens of thousands of years, the Sage Dynasty, Holy City, and Void Association were even issuing bounties on various Tier 12 Void Insect Hiveminds that were capable of ascending to the Primarchy and paying tremendously high rewards if someone managed to slay them.

There was a case of one civilization in an unknown Universe that managed to slay one of the Hiveminds through trickery and redeem the rewards from the three supreme powers, and just one thousand years later, the civilization gave birth to three Primarchs and around a hundred Tier 12 Exarchs just from the resources they obtained alone as a reward.

"A few weeks, and we can return back to the Icecrown Citadel..."

Esdeath hummed lightly as she was in charge of dealing with the aftermath of the conquest of the Frozen Coven.

Something about which she was particularly vocal about not liking.

Administration and bureaucracy.

That was her responsibility as chief of the conquest armies of the Frozen Coven, but instead of spending time doing what she was supposed to do, she was sitting with me on the cliff and talking.

Good for me, bad for her, as the work was there and waiting for her.

"Ts... can't you speeden it up? If you were attending to your duties as much as to our sparring season, we would be finished in a few days."

In fact, she needed to oversee only the most important things and nominate a few people to act as temporary governors of this place. After that was done, we could return to the Icecrown Citadel with haste.

The only problem here was that Esdeath was acting like a little petulant child when it came to doing something that she didn't like.


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"You know very well that I hate dealing with those useless things... if it doesn't include fighting and leading the army, I am not really interested. And besides..."

She made a pause as she looked at me with the most serious expression that she could muster.

"Paperwork is boring, and doing administration even more..."

What did I really expect from her... the uncanny resemblance that she bore to Hela in this manner was really something else. However, I had to admit that even Hela started attending to her duties as Lord Marshall Militant of the Imperial Army when she was named to the position.

And shortly afterward, once again, after Vali returned from the very same position, Hela returned to the post once more. She was rather good at it, despite her annoyance with the bureaucracy and other things.

"You know that you cannot build and lead a proper army without a proper bureaucratic system to administrate anything. If not, then you would be reducing yourself and your troops to a bunch of bandits or something else on that line, without much organization and structure."

I said as she frowned hearing that, but I was aware that she knew it was true... her dismay for anything not really related to the war, combat, battles and training was something that was severely holding her back.

Contrary to Hela, Esdeath didn't understand too well that even these boring things were very important in the great scheme of things, and someone needed to do them. This was a rather great deficit because while she was a splendid commander in the battlefield and a powerful powerhouse on her own, in the long term, she would be a somewhat terrible leader.

Even though she was obsessed with battles and waging war, she didn't quite understand the peculiarities of needs of the sentient living beings, that they were not really machines, and that not everyone was that much a battle maniac as her.

This was something that she would hopefully learn in years of training, but it really seems that she seriously neglected her education as the Heiress of the Partas Tribe... if she even had some, because I don't really think that somebody would dare to say something to her which she didn't want to hear in this aspect.

Even though, for someone as stubborn as her, she was rather open and tolerant toward different or even dissenting opinions on warfare and even often accepted them or implemented them if they had merit.

"Maybe you are right... but..."

She said quietly as she fidgeted her fingers and looked down on the ground, as I knew that this was something that she felt pretty ashamed about. Not like I cared, as I would never really laugh at her for not understanding most of the things that she needed to do as ruling governor of the Frozen Coven or any other territory.

I knew that even though she underwent some lessons in administration and statesmanship, she wasn't really paying attention, or else, she would have long ago dealt with minor things like this, but for Esdeath, all those things were boring.

"Don't worry... I won't laugh at you if you don't understand how bureaucracy works and so on; if you want help, I am willing to impart to you some tricks that I learned in my time."

Hearing what I said, she looked downcast and that she doubted me for sure... despite her rough exterior, Esdeath was actually rather an easy person to read. One just needed to know how, and the rest would already go by itself.

"Cheer up a bit, once you learn how, it will be easy for you... not to mention, you can actually select what you will do and create a trusted body of bureaucrats under you that will be taking care of the minor things, not requiring your personal oversight."

I said as she almost immediately enveloped me in a bear hug, as I almost felt my bones breaking, which was rather a feat, as this body of mine was created to be rather durable, and yet her physical strength was really fearsome.

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Several days later, the former headquarters of the Frozen Coven.

After several days, everything was going much better...

Finally, at last...

After I started tutoring Esdeath on the arts of statesmanship, she was learning rather fast, and soon enough, she was capable of handling most of the domestic affairs on her own, and due to the increase in efficiency in ruling, most of the things that were stuck started going down one after another.

Ironically, though, it has been proven to be a rather wrong move by Esdeath when she dumped all of the work on her subordinates at the first moment she could because neither of them was doing it with haste like she wanted.

She was spamming one order after another and overseeing the crucial projects in the Frozen Coven.

Especially the dismantling of the defense of the Froezne Coven, or at least those that still remain, as this entire place was destroyed, and the Patriarch Ezran Partas decided to abandon this place.

During the siege, some of the most crucial defenses were destroyed, including the grand walls and great gate, together with some other facilities that were making this place so hard to conquer due to the overwhelming firepower of the Partas Tribe.

The machinery that was in good shape or could be repaired was being dismantled and brought back to the Icecrown Citadel. Another reason why the Partras Tribe deemed this place to be useless was its size, as it was too huge and too remote for the current needs of the Partas Tribe.

Even the Icecrown Citadel had the potential to hold far more people than it was currently holding. The transportation of the library and Psyker Artifacts from the Frozen Coven back to the Icecrown Citadel was going without a problem and was also personally overseen by Esdeath, as this was of the utmost importance.

That was the prime prize for the Partas Tribe.


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And as I listened to the Johny Cash's Hurt song when I published the last chapters on the Patreon... I am really pondering of what I have become.

It has been five years since I published this novel.

1st chapter was published on the 27. 1. 2021 and it's finished now, after something little bit over five years. With over 700k words to its account, and a somewhat rushed ending.

This is the first huge novel that I wrote and the second fanfic that I finished. When I look back, one could say that this fanfic started it all, because it ignited my ambition to make the writing books, be it originals or fanfics, as my full-time job.

I really want to say something more after finishing this... but I cannot.

As I mentioned previously, there would be Book 2 that would serve as a loose continuation of the HCB, but it won't really feature MC that much. Zeoticus became Paragon at the end of the story and is basically a Multiversal Entity of the highest order, and so OP that it wouldn't be even remotely interesting writing about such a character.

One could say that from a certain point of view, Zeoticus's story has ended here, at least technically speaking. In Book 2, Zeo would featured approximately 50% of the time...

Book 2 would be in an entirely new format of writing, written from the 3rd POV, and more in the style of my current novels. One of the reasons why the HCB ended dragged out so much was exactly because this...

I got an enormous block for over a year and something, and I lsot totally lost interest in writing this fanfic or in the DxD franchise as a general. Over the past two years, my writing style changed significantly, and I couldn't really continue writing in the 1st POV, which made finishing this novel even harder and more challenging.

I don't know when I would publish Holy Chronicles of the Baator: The 4th Singularity, but the continuation won't be longer than 150k words, probably it would be around 100k words maximally, because the main topic of Book 2 would cover some last things in the Immaterius Universe, it would have some other content, and finally, MC reaching the Singularity.

If you are asking when it would be published...

I cannot say.

Right now, I am working on the Campione and RWBY novel primarily, and my real life is going to the fuck. Because the prices and everything are going up, and my income from writing is getting lower and lower to the point where I need to go work.

Which isn't something that I am keen on, because I have pretty much fucked up.

When started writing more professionally, I devoted every bit of my time to it like literarily I spent my entire time at University either writing fanfics and original novels or working on somthing that was related to my writing career if it could be called such...

The result of that decision is right now that, I have absolutely zero and null work experience (aside from other things like my social life being zero and my real life is actually only consisting of reading and writing fanfics or studying geopolitcs and security topics, even right now for the past year and half since I graduated I spent around 8 hours a day only by writing) after graduating from University and being really knowledeable about Geopolitics, Security Topics and Totalitarian Regimes won't really help me (considering the fact that my country doesn't even have any Think Tanks that are researching this topics).

I have been searching for a job in my area of education, which is Law, but after sending over many tens of applications over the past 6 or 7 months, I didn't get even a single interview, and because the living costs are going up, I need to take whatever comes.

I don't really know where I would end and how everything would go on from now...

Right now, I am trying to get at least a manual job in a warehouse or something like that... fortunately, I live with my parents, so the situation isn't that bad, which is my only saving grace.

The good thing, if it could be called such, is that I am, literally speaking, addicted to writing fanfics, which means that the chances that I will ever stop writing are very close to Absolute Zero. So we will be seeing each other in other fanfics if you follow my other books and creations.

I am thinking that when I finish the Campione Novel, I will write Book 2 for the HCB... perhaps even during that, as Book 2 won't be that long.

I am really sorry for the rant... I am getting rather emotional and nostalgic as I write this afterword.

When I see that I wrote fanfic that has over 700k words, I am amazed, proud, and sad.

Sometimes I wonder how it would look like if I stopped writing fanfics and made different decisions early on...

For the end, have some quotes:

As they say, "You won't buy anything for regret... unless you have a time machine"...

"If I could start again, you could have it all... my empire of dirt." - Johny Cash, Hurt

 

[Trafford]

In the end, under Esdeath's oversight and my advice, everything was running smoothly, and there were not many problems when it came to transporting all of the crucial items back to the Icecrown Citadel.

Soon enough, everything was being loaded onto the armored transport vehicles and brought back to the Partas Tribe. The weapons of the Frozen Coven were deconstructed and also brought back, and this entire place was being stripped clean.

From what I heard the moment training of the new Psykers of the Partas Tribe with the legacy of the Frozen Coven was finished, the Patriarch Ezran Partas planned to launch a crusade against the coalition of the Northern Tribe and especially the Numa Tribe and bring them down to hell.

With that being done, the Partas Tribe would have unified the entire Northern Area of the Fenran Continent. Due to the information that I gave them about the unnamed and uninhabited continent where I came from, they were preparing to send there a few expeditions for resources.

Right now, there was no time to find the conflict with the Southern Area and its factions, as there was nothing much to gain from such engagement. Ezran Partas has decided to bide his time, and he had a lot of it.

Due to the lineage of the Dnager Beasts in their bodies, the Partas Tribesmen could live far longer than the average humans, and living for a few centuries, even for the weakest of them, wasn't much of a problem.

At the same time, I wondered a bit how strong they would be once they obtained and comprehended the proper Psyker Legacy from the Frozen Coven. Right now, they were constrained by that, and the connection they had to Immaterium was rather wasted on the Partas Tribesmen.

"We are departing back to the Icecrown Citadel."

During the past few days, I have been helping Esdeath with her duties as governor of the occupation force, and we have been going through everything together. She was rather quick to learn from me and my thousands of years worth of experience in this area.

Though she still lacked the patience for the more subtle areas of the political arts that would come with time.

"Finally... I can finish my research on the Psyker Gene once we return back."

Due to the siege on the Frozen Coven, I had far more test subjects than I could ask for, whether living or dead. Every single one of them would find a purpose in my laboratory, and with many examples, I can finish the research and create Psyker Gene for this avatar body.

'Architect's calculations are almost done; if everything that has been researched till now is true, then we can have a complete, stable Psyker Gene prototype done in two months or perhaps three months... implementation in this body would be a bit longer; but due to the superior quality and aptitude as it was created by Primarch and Universe Master, it should adapt seamlessly.'

With the Psyker Gene I could start my plans for the Immaterium and obtaining even greater degree of power. Considering the situation in the Immaterius Universe, where, according to the information I gathered and experiences of my past life, every one of considerable power was either Psyker or used Psychic Energy on the subconscious level like the Greenskins.

Even though their Warbosses couldn't use the Psyker Powers and Psychic Energy consciously, they were still foes to be reckoned with because they were using the raw power of the Immaterium on the subconscious level.

Without access to the Immaterium, there were not many ways of growing powerful, if there were any. Obviously, I was talking about the big leagues, above Tier 8 in terms of destructive capabilities.

"Could your research also be applied to the Partas Tribe?"

During the time I spent in the Partas Tribe I was investing more and more resources and time than I would have liked. Either, it was from my rather soft spot for Esdeath, who was my sole companion during this journey, or from the potential their people had.

Part of me was even considering taking them all back to the Kadath Universe and giving them some High World to subjugate and rule. Their bunch was useful; they were ruthless and strived for perfection in everything they were doing, especially in Hunting, Fighting and War.

Those were their priorities...

They would be a good addition to the Kadath Universe when we would be visible to the other Universes and when the Universal Wars will start.

Still, taking them back with me would be rather problematic, but hopefully, once this avatar of mine reaches Tier 11, I will be able to contact the main body and, establish connections and create some method.

Maybe Ajuka and Mephisto would have some solutions for the predicament because this was an area where brute force shouldn't be used. The Universe Will of the Immaterius Universe was very much active and even more potent than it was active.

It should be capable of fighting and killing even Tier 13 entities if it was pushed to the limits, so I wanted to avoid confrontation with the Universe Will if it was possible.

"Most possibly, but that would require further research and adjustment to the procedure, which would delay my, or rather our departure from the planet."

As I said that, it was clear that she was torn between helping her Tribe, because no matter how cold or ruthless she seemed, Esdeath genuinely cared about the Partas Tribe and her Tribesmen, and eloping with me to the stars.

"Then we shall wait... There is enough time and strength for the Tribe, first and foremost."

I would be lying if I said that I was confident that she would answer like this... it was rather mature for her. Initially, there was a specific part of me that would tell me that adventuring into the stars in search of powerful foes had precedent over everything else.

"That was rather mature from you..."

Seeing the frown on her face was something that I should have probably left to myself.

 

[Trafford]

They were taking a slow journey to the Icecrown Citadel, and it was not like I was complaining about such a thing.

On the contrary, one could say that it was most probably relaxing because teaching Esdeath how to handle bureaucratic and administrative work, paperwork, and other things of a similar character was a total pain in the ass.

And it was obviously something that I never wanted to experience again. Forutnealy, though, she was rather bright and smart, and her strategic/logical thinking was also shining in this aspect, so she was picking up things pretty fast.

If not for that, I would die, most probably from the annoyance. Yet still, even with all of this combined, it was more than evident that it was pretty hard for her to learn all of the things that she needed in a short time.

During her whole life, she avoided doing these kinds of activities as much as possible, often dumping it on the officers serving under her in the chain of command as she preferred to lead the troops on the battlefield and fight powerful enemies.

And now, there was the most powerful enemy of all...

A stack of papers.

Still, she was doing admirably for the time being.

Both me and Esdeath were sitting in the armored vehicle, one that was used to serve as a transportation vehicles for the higher-ups of the Partas Tribe. So, one could expect a lot of space and a high degree of luxury within the vehicle, something that was certainly welcomed.

Unfortuly, due to the siege of the Frozen Coven, most of the place was destroyed, especially the living quarters and non-crucial areas of the Frozen Coven. Even though I was older than 13,000 years, one could say that, in some parts, I was rather vain.

I liked my luxury and being surrounded by the higher grade of services and everything that the power could provide. As I thought over it, this was something that I caught from Venelana; among my wives, she was the one who liked to have everything of the highest quality and such.

Hela didn't care a bit; as long as her weapons and armor were there, she didn't care about such things. Grayfia was a rather peculiar case because even though she was born as Heiress Aparant to the House of Lucifuge, one of the most prestigious Devil Noble Houses, she wasn't the one that was really into that kind of noble lifestyle and so.

Bibi Dong was the opposite because she was born as an orphan in a desolate village of the Douluo Continent and climbed to the top; despite everything, she never forgot her roots, so she never cared that much about the luxuries of the lifestyle for the rich and powerful.

And for Gu Yuena, well... she was dragon and tsundere at the same time, rather a precarious combination, though she rather liked to sleep on the mountain of treasures and gold, despite her rather active efforts to deny those claims.

"So, how are you progressing with the paperwork?"

I asked when I noticed that she was doing something over her touchpad... during the times that I spent in the Partas Tribe they started increasingly using the technology and especially after I helped to prepare some of the STC, many things became much easier for them.

Unfortunately, though, the Fenran Rex IX. wasn't a planet that had many STCs or research laboratories or Vaults that housed a lot of precious technology from the Golden Age of Technology from the times of the Solar Terran Federation.

The technology wasn't really that developed across the Fenran Rex IX. as much as I would have wished, but fortunately enough, it wasn't the worst situation. It was clear that with some modern gadgets that were here to help Esdeath in the bureaucracy, she was getting more used to it.

She also, in the end, relented to my arguments about the need for proper structure of the army, which wasn't just about the chain of command and leading soldiers onto the battlefield.

"It's going well, but I still stand by my argument that this entire ordeal is boring as hell..."

I nodded my head at that, and certainly, I was rather proud that she started doing something different than just fighting enemies. Esdeath was really similar to that of Hela, but even Hela had to admit that it wasn't really possible to live that one.

One could be easily consumed by their very own killing and slaughter intent, so they would often need to mitigate the side effects of that to something else. Hela was rather close to falling apart in the ancient past, especially when she had the famous fallout with her father Odin.

At that age, she was very close to falling into the madness of slaughter and rage because the only thing that she wanted was to kill anyone who wronged her. When I first met Hela, she wasn't really that far from falling into the darkest corner of her psyché.

I knew very well the dangers of devoting life to killing the enemy and so on.

"You will get used to it after some time. Though If you want, I can help you; right now, I don't have anything to do..."

Certainly, I was rather bored right now because there wasn't much to do, aside from preparing some things for the upcoming Psyker Gene implementation into my body in the future.

However, all of that was currently being handled by the clone of the Architect that was within my body as well. Architect was working really hard on the simulations and everything related to the last batch of experiments with the Psyker Gene.

At the same time, because I already had enough samples of the Psyker Gene from the deceased Psykers from the Frozen Coven.

"No... I will deal with it by myself..."

She stated almost defensively because Esdeath had a great deal of pride in her own capabilities, and when she was doing something, then she would also be finishing it on her own.

 

[Trafford]

Even though from what I looked, some of the work that she had done wasn't really very well done, as it was clear that she was struggling a lot during the beginning when she started doing paperwork.

It seemed that her pride was holding her back a lot. It was really similar to the scenes I had seen with Hela. Still, she was doing rather well, as she was focusing on completing the work that she was supposed to be doing instead of dumping it on her subordinates.

Like she was doing for most of the time, so seeing her striving to make it was entertaining and also a bit weird. She was found with the things on the touchpad like she would be fighting her greatest enemy.

Much to my amusement, this state lasted for the entire journey to the Icecrown Citadel when they were in the vehicle. The journey itself was rather lengthy because it was once again snowing outside like it was any different from the common day.

Fenran Rex IX. was an ice-covered planet for most of the time.

Though, even though Esdeath was rather stubborn for most of them time, in the end, she still realized that she couldn't complete all of the work on the time, so she asked for my help...

Much to her dismay and to my entertainment because it was very hard for her to ask for my help. She initially refused any help from me and wanted to complete everything on her own, only to realize that her speed dealing with things was much slower than she initially expected, and thus, she reluctantly asked for my help.

Still, it was rather intriguing because she was rather proud and, someone would say, even arrogant, yet she was still very rational for most of the time and knew when to retreat and ask for help.

The priority of her work was above everything, and she would jeopardize it for something as petty as her own pride, no matter how high her pride was.

***

Back at the Icecrown Citadel, the clansmen of the Partas Tribe from all branches of the Partas Tribe were celebrating the glorious return of the valiant warriors that had destroyed the Frozen Coven.

The long-term rivals of the Partas Tribe, in a rather spectacular and splendid fashion that not only saw the total downfall of the Frozen Coven but also they managed to seize the complete legacy of the Frozen Coven.

This only made the situation even more important for the people of the Partas Tribe, because it meant that they would be soon enough master their powers in the Sorcery and produce Sorcerers, the Psykers like the Frozen Coven was.

All things considered, the mood within the Icecrown Citadel was especially joyous when we have returned back to the home of the Partas Tribe, as thousands upon thousands of people were welcoming back the warriors of the Tribe and, namely the General Esdeath Partas.

Who was the most anticipated and decorated general in this entire war between the Partas Tribe and Frozen Coven as she was responsible for the conquest of the Frozen Coven.

The Partas Tribe had a thing for war and conquest, so the war heroes were most celebrated.

Even before this, Esdeath was regarded as the stronger warrior and hunter of the Partas Tribe, and it was sure that she would soon enough inherit the position of the Chieftain of the Partas Tribe from her father, Ezran Partas.

Even the current Patriarch of the Partas Tribe was very proud of his daughter because the achievements that his daughters brought to their Tribe were something that he would be proud till the end of his days.

Meanwhile, the person of interest was looking at everything that was happening in the streets of the Partas Tribe with something that almost gave me a heart attack... because she was softly smiling.

Even though Esdeath was a tough woman who spent all of her life in the military of the Partas Tribe and was a strict believer in the concept of "survival of the fittest", she, in fact, was also someone who cared for her Tribe very much.

Seeing all of the people that were gathered here, to celebrate her return, made her unconsciously smile as she oversaw everything.

"You seem to be very happy..."

I said while sitting on the sofa in the vehicle that we were riding as we were heading towards the center of the place, where an official welcoming delegation was awaiting our arrival.

It was tradition of the Partas Tribe, after their warriors or hunters returned form the conquest or some conflict.

Then, her father bestowed her with honors and a medals for the successful conquest of the Frozen Coven. Subsequently, she delivered a speech to the members of the Partas Tribe who were gathering on the plaza as we were speaking right now.

"It seems so... while I may not seem like it, this place is my home, and I love it very much. The Partas Tribe is where I lived, and we take care of each other because only by united can we survive in this hellish world... perhaps the destruction of the Frozen Coven put me in too much of a good mood."

She chuckled as she said that, though I was somewhat surprised to see her this kind of sentimental. Right now, she seemed like an entirely different person to the point where it was beginning to fascinate me.

"With this, the Partas Tribe would be the dominant force on this side of the continent, and once the Northern Tribe Alliance is defeated and destroyed, then the entire Northern Area of the continent would be under your rule and prosper. Unless the ones in the south don't create any problems for your people, your prosperity is guaranteed. If you want, I could also give you some other boosts, best the experimental procedure on the Psyker Gene."

I said, because maybe in the future, when there is time for me to leave the Immaterius Universe, I considered taking the entire Partas Tribe with me back to the Kadath Universe.

 

[Trafford]

Several days later, Icecrown Citadel, Headquarters of the Partas Tribe

Several days have passed since we turned back to the Icecrown Citadel, and I could finally start the experiments on the Psyker Gene and create a method of transplantation of the latent Psyker Gene into my body.

That would be rather a lengthy process, but it was certainly rather fortunate that I had a lot of samples from the members of the Frozen Coven.

From the several hundreds of corpses of the Psykers of the Frozen Coven, I had far more than I really needed for my own experiments, creating the Psyker Gene for myself and also some for the Partas Tribe.

Because I am seriously considering taking the Partas Tribe with me to the Kadath Universe if everything goes according to plan, I wouldn't really mind giving some more boons to the Partas Tribe.

Not to mention, less being said that it was Esdeath was the one who asked me for the favor, and I couldn't really give her a negative answer. They were becoming rather close; in the entire Partas Tribe, it was only Esdeath who was talking to me on a regular basis without any fear.

Apparently, due to the power that I had, none of the tribesmen of the Partas Tribe dared to be informal with me.

Due to their deeply ingrained respect for the strong and powerful. I already had more than enough of this behavior back home, it was rather annoying when everyone whom you spoke to was looking at you with utmost reverence and worship.

That was one of the reasons why I liked it in the Partas Tribe. Everyone was mostly informal and very friendly towards me, so it was rather unfortunate that even here, it was becoming similar to the Chthonian Empire of the Baator.

Nevertheless, the work on the Psyker Gene was progressing rather smoothly due to the research having almost no bottlenecks. Within the Icecrown Citadel, I have my very own laboratory made with the most advanced technology that the STCs in possession of the Partas Tribe could create.

Esdeath wanted me to create some sort of Psyker Gene Therapy for the Psykers of the Partas Tribe so that they could use the Psykery like the Sorcerers of the Frozen Coven and not just like till now.

It wouldn't be long before I had a stable result that could be used for the members of the Partas Tribe, which would allow them to channel their Psyker Powers freely. At the same time, there was the risk of Chaos, but according to everything I have seen till now, the Partas Tribesmen were supposed to be immune to the Ruination.

Even right now, Esdeath was sitting in my laboratory as she became bored rather fast without any combat out there.

Additionally, the destruction of the Frozen Coven has spooked up the Northern Tribes Alliance to the point where they have withdrawn to their core territory and started holing up there for the inevitable confrontation with the Partas Tribe.

This wasn't really that surprising because even before, the Partas Tribe represented the gravest kind of Danger, and now, with the perishing of the Frozen Coven, the only faction that was probably as powerful as the Partas Tribe, everyone in the Northern Tribes Alliance was spooked to no end.

Anyone with even half a brain could tell that the Partas Tribe had an unhidden ambition to unify their half of the continent. One reason was pure power, as they wanted to rule the northern area of the continent, while the other was mostly practical.

The threat of the Southerners beyond the mountains. Even though crossing over the mountain ranges that separated the North and South was a daunting and, in most cases, impossible task...

Nobody was willing to risk it.

The Southern Area was far more populous than the Northern Area, and obviously, the Northern Area, despite everything, was more prosperous because it was the palace where most of the powerful Danger Beasts lived and thrived.

Collectively speaking, the Southern Area was much weaker than the Northern Area, but what they lacked in the aspect of strength, they were making up for with their sheer numbers that were great.

And obviously, both the Southerners and Northerners hated each other to death. The Partas Tribe was even right now carrying out serious planning and preparations for the possible and, in their opinion, rather inevitable invasion of the Southerners it not he North for the resources that the North possessed.

Mainly, the abundant source of the Danger Beasts and the STCs that were in the Northern Area in great numbers. Even though the number of powerful warriors in the Northern Area was far greater than in the Southern Area, they could still fall to sheer numbers.

And what made things for the Partas Tribe, the Northern Tribes Alliance, was rather keen on working with the Southerners because of their naive ideals of peace and other bullshit, which only added to the reason for their annihilation.

"How long would it take you to finish it?"

I looked at the blue-haired General of the Partas Tribe, who was sitting in my lab and kicking her legs in the air like a bored child. I swore that even my kids behaved better when they were bored out of their minds compared to Esdeath.

Though she was always a bit hyperactive and constantly needed to do something, she would quickly become bored. That was easy to notice when I had already spent so much time with her. Nowadays, because there was really nothing to do for her, she has started to annoy me in my laboratory.

Much to my dismay.

But at the same time, it was rather refreshing because back home, nobody would dare to enter when I was doing some kinds of experiments.

It could often be dangerous and fatal.

"In one more hour, the scans of the samples will be complete, and we will go out."

As shocking as it might seem, we were going on a date or the equivalent in the Partas Tribe, mainly at Esdeath's insistence, because I had repeatedly defeated her in combat.

 

[Trafford]

In the Partas Tribe, the primary requirement of the females when it came to the selection of Mates was their strength. Everything that mattered for the females of the Partas Tribe was their strength and their skills in hunting the prey and bringing back the food.

From a certain point of view, the Partas Tribe was no different from a group of techno barbarians, as they had access to some of the most advanced pieces of technology due to the STCs on the planet Fenran Rex IX., yet their society was tribal and had many traditions and customs that many would consider as primitive and barbaric.

For me, all of those were just subjective terms.

So, it was only natural that Esdeath, who was the strongest member of the Partas Tribe and also the most skilled hunter of the Tribe, knew no defeat in single combat or even anything remotely connected to it.

It was an entirely new feeling and experience for Esdeath, and despite her very cold, ruthless, and bloodthirsty exterior... it was very easy to overlook the fact that even she was a woman.

So, that led us here.

Right now, we were standing in the freezing wilderness of the Fenran Rex IX. as they were hunting. Which was once again, probably the most common activity during the courtship in the Partas Tribe.

Esdeath explained to me that it was like a protocol, and she wasn't really beating around the bush with her words and intentions. When she wanted something, she wouldn't really give any hints; she said it out loud once she had made up her mind about this topic.

Once the scan on the samples of the Psykers from the Frozen Coven was complete, I had everything that was needed.

Now, I just needed to recycle the biological materials from the corpses of the Psyker, mix them with my own DNA, and adjust the Genemome Sequence to create my own Psyker Gene, which would then be subsequently integrated into the Gene Sequence of this body.

I chose this approach because, in this way, there would be practically zero chances of failure when the Psyker Gene was ingested into my own body. This clone body was too precious to be lost, and it was my only chance to reach the Black Library and obtain the artifacts of the Old Ones.

There was one such Artefact that was a remnant of the Old Ones, according to rumors that I still remember from my first life. At some point, the Solar Federation even wanted to wage war on the Aeldari Empire to obtain the artifacts of the Old Ones so humanity could ascend to Psychic Godhood.

After above what the Aeldari could ever be.

The Old Ones were an ancient, technologically and psychically advanced intelligent species of cold-blooded reptilian beings or an alliance of individual advanced species. They established an interstellar empire across the Milky Way Galaxy tens of millions of Terran years ago.

The Old Ones ruled over the Milky Way before the development of most of the other sentient species of the galaxy. They were the first species to attain the sentence in the Milky Way galaxy, the first ones to cross the seas of the stars, and the first ones in practically everything when it came to the Milky Way Galaxy.

The Old Ones became embroiled in a great conflict over 60 million Terran years ago with the C'tan and their Necron servants, a war that they lost. After their defeat, the Old Ones either went extinct or disappeared from the galaxy, their fate or destination unknown.

Nobody knows what happened with them, but one day, they disappeared.

But their Legacy remained here.

"Zeo, are you here? I found the track of the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear. "

Esdeath's voice woke him out of his thoughts, as he was already thinking about where to go once he left this frozen hellhole. The moment he got his hands on the Psyker Gene, he would literally receive an almost impossible boost in power, and he would just storm the Southerners and take what he wanted from them.

Then again, building up the spaceship wouldn't be a problem, and bon voyage, Fenran Rex IX.

The Silver-Horned Tattooed Bears were regarded as one of the fiercest and most powerful native Danger Beasts that lived on the Fenran Rex IX., since the colony was created in the Golden Age of Technology. At the same time, these beasts were also known for their wisdom and intelligence, as they were known for their immense strength.

On average, they were around 15 meters long when they were on their fours, though their most notable striking feature is the singular curved silver horn that spirals from the center of their forehead, gleaming under any light as if it were made of liquid moonlight.

The Silver-Horned Tattooed Bears had very thick fur, that shimmered between deep obsidian and starlit silver, appearing almost ethereal when it moves through the dense, misty forests it calls home. Its fur was capable of withstanding a tremendous degree of punishment, which gave the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bears really fearsome defensive capabilities.

Covering their muscular bodies were glowing tattoos, intricate patterns that pulsed with a soft, bioluminescent light. These tattoos shifted and changed depending on the bear's mood: faint and subdued when calm, blazing with brilliance when enraged.

The markings were said to be ancient sigils of protection, granting the beast immunity to dark magic and allowing it to communicate with spirits of the forest.

Among the natives, it was often told that legends spoke of a Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear that appeared only to those in dire need, guiding lost travelers with its luminous patterns or offering cryptic visions of the future.

Their furs were also considered a rare material, which were often woven into the clothing or armor on the Fenran Rex IX., because of their flexibility and durability, creating rather perfect materials to craft very strong pieces of armor.

Not to mention, their Silver Horns were one of the rarest and most precious ingredients into various Elixirs and Serums, yet it was also very problematic to harvest them.

 

[Trafford]

When one killed the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear and wanted to cut their Silver Horn, it was known that the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bears were storing their Psionic Energy in their horns, so when somebody attempted to remove the horns of the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bears, the Psychic Energy gathered in the Silver Horn would lash out and send some sort of Curse at the person who was cutting down the Silver Horn of the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear.

It was very dangerous to hunt for the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bears for these reasons; not only was their personal power rather fearsome, but the aftermath could be rather nasty.

"Then we should get going..."

I didn't have a problem if Esdeath wanted to pursue romantic involvement with me; she was like Hela in this regard. She knew what she wanted, and she wouldn't take no for an answer. Also, during the time I was on this planet and living among the Partas Tribe, I took a great liking to her.

And she would fit pretty well in our home as she wasn't the most mentally stable individual around.

She was acting as the tracker for us, as I knew literally zero things about proper tracking of the animals. Not to mention, tracking after something in the world where everything was covered by snow was incomparably harder.

So, I was cheating a bit in this regard.

When a man was courting a woman in the Partas Tribe, he would take her on Hunt.

During the hunt, he would set a powerful target as his prey; the more powerful the prey, the better the chances that he would succeed in the courtship for her hand. Then, once the prey was set, the man would act as the prime hunter and do everything...

He would track down the prey on the planet and then hunt it down.

As I didn't know anything about tracking the prey, Esdeath was doing this for me, though I seriously doubted that it would be much of a problem because I was far, far stronger than Anoyn in the Partas Tribe, even in my weakened state.

Though that was understandable.

Even though this may have been just a clone body limited to Tier 8 in physical power only, I lived for more than ten thousand years, and my experiences and combat skills were far above their own.

"So, where are we going to?"

I asked as I followed after Esdeath, who caught tracks of the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bears.

She was rather surprised when I told her about my choice of prey. For the Partas Tribe, the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bears were one of the most challenging prey, not only due to their power but also the Curse that came from removing their horns.

At the same time, due to these properties, the Silver Horns of the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bears were used in my occult and mystical rituals, and thus, their price was exorbitantly high across the markets of the Fenran Rex IX., and it was considered as one of the top-notch merchandise.

"Frostearth Valley. It's just a few tens of kilometers from our current location."

I nodded and followed after her to the Frostearth Valley.

***

Frostearth Valley, Feris Continent, Fenran Rex IX.

The Frostearth Valley was a stark, unforgiving expanse carved into the heart of an alpine mountain range in the Ziras IV, where the air was thin, the winds were razor-sharp, and the cold was a living, biting force.

Towering peaks of jagged, ice-clad mountains loom on all sides, their summits lost in swirling clouds of snow and mist. The valley itself was a vast, U-shaped glacial trough, its floor a patchwork of frozen tundra, jagged rock outcroppings, and massive sheets of ancient ice that glistened faintly under the weak light of a distant, pale sun.

The ground is a mosaic of frost-heaved boulders and cracked permafrost, with deep crevices splitting the earth like scars. In some places, the ice is so thick and ancient that it has formed towering blue-white glaciers that creep imperceptibly down the valley, their surfaces riddled with deep crevasses and serrated ridges.

These glaciers reflected the faint light in eerie, shifting patterns, casting an otherworldly glow over the landscape. The air was filled with the sound of howling winds that whipped through the valley, carrying with them stinging particles of ice and snow.

The temperature was perpetually below freezing, and the cold was so intense that it seemed to seep into the very bones of anyone who dared to venture here. The sky above was a pale, washed-out gray, with the sun barely visible as a faint, cold disc that provided little warmth.

Large swaths of the valley were frozen solid, with ice covering everything from the rocky ground to the skeletal remains of long-dead trees. Everything that has lived in the Frostearth Valley was already devoured by the inhabitants of this place or destroyed in the latest clash between the wildlife.

"This place is one of the favorite areas for the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bears to hunt for food, and it also serves as their major habitat. There is an entire huge colony of the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bears that lives in the Frostearth Valley as long as our documents go back... the first records of them settling here were during the end of the Long Night."

Esdeath then proceeded to tell me about the colony of the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bears that lived here, and it was rather a sizeable colony.

Many of the Danger Beasts that lived in the Fenran Rex IX had lived here since the establishment of the colony, though some were brought from the different worlds of the Solar Federation.

And during the Long Night, many of the local fauna and flora has evolved accordingly, got much stronger and much bigger than usual. Though, this wasn't exclusive just to the Fenran Rex IX, but to all of the planets that were touched by the Long Night, as the Immaterium had some effects on every single living being.

In one way or another.

 

[Trafford]

The colony of Silver-Horned Tattooed Bears was relatively big. It provided a home for several hundred Silver-Horned Tattooed Bears, many of which reached Tier 6, Tier 7, and even Tier 8, as these were very high numbers considering their natural birth rate, which was pretty low.

In short, this was one of the most dangerous sites in the Northern Area of the Feris Continent.

Though...

It would make my achievement even more glorious, and although there was no real strong need for it, since Esdeath had already admitted that I met all of her criteria, it was something I wanted to do.

I knew she would be much more satisfied then.

They tracked the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear down to the deeper parts of the Frostearth Valley until they finally found the one lone Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear that was eating the corpse of another, smaller and weaker Danger Beast that the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear had killed.

The Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear that was having a feast right now was around Tier 8 and was a fairly powerful Danger Beast. I looked at the Silver-Horned Tattooed Baer as it was eating the corpse, and it could sense the power of the bear.

I summoned one of the Power Swords that I helped to manufacture with the new infrastructure that was created in the Partas Tribe and stepped forward toward the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear.

Due to the influx of the STCs into the hands of the Partas Tribe, the Partas Tribe was capable right now of producing some of the best technologies from the Golden Age of Technology.

The Power Weapons and even the more advanced Force Weapons were some of the neatest technologies that the Partas Tribe could produce, though when it came to the Force Weapons, it was rather problematic, as they lacked appropriate materials.

Some things required very specific types of ores, and the Partas Tribe wasn't really very industrialized; they were still working on that aspect and industrialized much of their territory, so they were mining only a small amount of ores that were required to buy a proper Force Weapons en masse.

"I will be going..."

I said as I disappeared from the place and sneaked up on the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear and waited for the moment when the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear was the most vulnerable because I wanted to ambush the creature.

Despite everything, I probably couldn't kill the Danger Beast in one move because the Danger Beast was too powerful for that. The hide of the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear was too thick, and it was very hard to penetrate the hide, not to mention I doubted that I would be able to penetrate its neck in one go.

However, that wasn't preventing me from ambushing the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear as when I was close to the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear, I appeared behind the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear, who was still feasting on the corpse of another Danger Beast.

Surprisingly enough, the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear turned around at the last moment, as the Danger Beast used its huge bear paw and blocked the strike rather easily.

Even though I was using some of the most advanced Power Swords that could be manufactured through the STCs in the Partas Tribe, it still wasn't really enough to sever the body part of the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear in one slash.

I wasn't really deterred by such an outcome, as the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear was pretty powerful, and its reflexes were top-notch, so it wasn't really surprising that it managed to defend itself against my strikes.

Though, despite everything, the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear was rather easy to bait into raging, as the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bears were not known for their best tempers... especially if they got angry.

Aside from that, the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bears, especially the males, were very famous for their short temperaments, and I was rather lucky in this regard because the specimen that I was fighting against was also a male.

The Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear's mood wasn't really the best because not only was it disturbed from finishing its meal, since the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear was already starving for some time, but also because it couldn't land a hit on the opponent in front of it.

Alas me.

It was pretty easy to read the intentions of the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear because no matter how intelligent the Danger Beast was, there was still the fact that the Danger Beasts were driven by their instincts too much.

Like the Demonic Beasts back home, it was rather easy to bait them into attacking if one knew how to use the instincts of the creature against them. Not to mention, Devils and a few other races were also species that acted a lot based on their instincts.

Sometimes for good and sometimes for bad.

It didn't take long until the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear lost all patience with me and started attacking me in a complete berserker mode, disregarding anything, as it just kept pounding on me with its paws, most probably trying to smash me to a pulp.

Unfortunately for the huge creature, I was rather fast, and the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear was rather big and slow, so it had really big problems as it couldn't land a hit on me, while I already managed to stab the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear twenty-five times.

It was almost staggering how strong and powerful the military of the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear was, because even with many stab wounds from the Power Weapon with Disintegration Properties, it was still going strong.

Relatively strong.

Its effectiveness was going down considerably after every time when I injured the creature, and soon enough, it was getting visibly slower and weaker. As if it was running out of steam because it didn't have any more energy to fight any further.

My combat style was best suited for opponents like the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear.

The ones that were big, strong, not really the smartest around, or depending on their instincts.

Even after all of the years, I never really changed the core of my style, which lay in tiring my opponents out while considering my own power.

 

[Trafford]

It was the very same combat style that had driven Hela to madness before, and now, when I was sparring with Esdeath, she was raging to an end after some time. Both women had rather short tempers, and they were the worst match when fighting someone who knew how to ignite that spark.

Someone like me, because I have developed this fighting style specifically to counter people who were far more powerful than me, and it allowed me to defeat those who were far more powerful than me.

Many people let themselves be completely dominated by their emotions, which wasn't doing them any good, not like they were aware of it for most of the time. Now, I was doing the exact same thing to the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear, and for me, it was pretty entertaining.

For the non-intelligent specimen, this method was working several times more effectively because if one delved too deeply into their instincts or emotions, they could be baited into doing something foolish much more easily.

Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear, who was going berserk completely, was already having several life-threatening injuries, and it was clear to anyone with even untrained eyes that the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear was on its last legs.

It would drop dead every second.

I didn't really need to do much, and in fact, I wasn't even going to do much because it wasn't really worth it. Despite everything, the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear was still pretty powerful, and right now, it was at the peak of its combat prowess.

The Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear was right now unleashing pretty dangerous levels of power, and its strikes, albeit becoming slower, still contained rather high destructive power. If I got hit by such an attack, even by one randomly, it could be pretty dangerous for me.

I just kept my distance from the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear, and soon enough, once I saw the opportunity to finish off the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear, I rushed toward the creature and stabbed with my sword through the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear's neck, in a place that was already wounded from one of the previous exchanges.

Soon enough, the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear stopped moving for several seconds. It started shaking a bit before the enormous creature dropped down to the ground and started dying slowly.

I looked at the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear as the creature fought rather well, so I delivered a blow of mercy to the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear, killing it on the spot. Leaving it to die slowly, in long and agonizing death, would be just senseless cruelty.

Seeing that the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear has died made me sigh in relief as the most troublesome part of the Partas Tribe Courtship rituals was complete; we had the most problematic aspect of the entire endeavor behind us.

"You could have fought more proactively, you know?"

Esdeath asked as she came to me, looking at the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear with a defeated expression because the fight wasn't really a fight in the end. Only the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear was fighting while I was dodging and occasionally counterattacking.

"You are just annoyed because you wanted to see more entertain fight than this? Am I not right?"

I asked as Esdeath looked at the specimen of the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear that fell by my hand as it was rather big specimen. It was a male Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear that was for sure, and it was very possible that this was Alpha that was kicked out of the group.

According to Esdeath, the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bears lived in the colonies while the colonies were consisting of the groups. Each group consisted of a few tens of Silver-Horned Tattooed Bears, with the Alpha at the top of the hierarchy.

When a new Alpha Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear emerged from the group, the scenario that followed would be rather simple. The two bears would clash for the leadership of the group, and the one who was defeated would either be killed or banished from the group.

"You are really insufferable sometimes."

Esdeath muttered as she started dissecting the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear and focused on the Silver Horn of the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear. As a member of the Partas Tribe, she actually knew of the method that could safely remove the Silver Horn of the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear.

Normally, during the courtship tradition, the man would be doing this as he would present the woman that he wanted to court with the most valuable part of the hunted prey; Esdeath knew that one slight mistake would lead to severe consequences and spectacular failure.

The method of safely removing the Silver Horn of the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear was something that was taught only to the core members of the Partas Tribe and those of the main lineage.

Even I could see the special connection of the Silver Horn of the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear it had with the Immaterium. Though not in a bad meaning, like it was being connected to the Chaos Gods and the Ruination, but the Silver Horn had something even more precious.

The purification properties of the Psychic Origin in the Imamterium.

This Silver Horn could be used as a method of killing the Daemons in the real world, which was something that was extremely rare and scarce. Normally, if the Daemons are killed in the material world, they are not really killed, but instead, it was just their physical form that was destroyed.

They would reform within the Immaterium at some point.

Depending on their power, the time of their reform would be determined.

"That being said... I didn't know that the Silver Horn of the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear had purification properties on the Immaterium. Do you have more powerful variations of it?"

Encountering something that had purification properties on the Warp was very rare, even during the age of the Solar Terran Federation. During my life there, I saw such objects only three or four times.

Though...

The understanding of the Warp from the side of the Solar Terran Federation wasn't really that great compared to some other species in the Milky Way Galaxy, much less being said about the Aeldari, who were like Psychic Gods compared to humanity.

 

[Trafford]

No wonder the Silver Horns of the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bears were so precious to the Partas Tribe and the rest of the factions that existed on the Fenran Rex IX. Having something that had purification capabilities on the Warp was essentially invaluable, in fact, and could be used for a plethora of uses.

Many within the Fenran Rex IX were collecting the Silver Horns of the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bears, despite the dangers and everything that the removal of the Silver Horn from the corpse of the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bears represented.

"Yes... some are within the vaults of the Partas Tribe and then in the smaller warehouses. Right now, since the Warpstorm has covered the entire planet, there has been heightened consumption of the meters like the Silver Horns of the Silver-Horned Tattoed Bears."

Esdeath answered as this was due to the fundamental nature of the Warp Storm.

The Warp is a highly volatile medium... volatile and dangerous.

At times, disturbances can turn areas of the Warp into raging storms of incomprehensibly destructive fury. These storms can last for days, months, years, or even whole centuries if one is particularly unlucky when it comes to the length of the Warp Storm.

Voidships caught in these storms, at best, might be blown off course, emerging thousands of light-years off course into uncharted areas of the galaxy, or they can find themselves trapped inside the Warp, a terrible fate for its passengers as they become playthings for the dark creatures that inhabit the malign realm.

Sometimes, a ship, after traveling through the Warp for only a short time, will emerge from the Warp and find that centuries have passed in real space. The storms also cut off Warp travel through certain regions, isolating systems from the wider galaxy for months, years, or even centuries.

Some systems have always been isolated and show no hint of becoming otherwise. Not to mention, during the Warp Storms, the barriers between the Materium and Immaterium got thinner, much thinner...

It was much easier for the Daemons of the Warp to materialize in the material plane or to possess some Psyker or other beings. When the Warp Storm enveloped some territory in space, the number of Daemon Incursions into the Realspace would skyrocket.

Particularly dangerous Warp Storms were noted during the Age of Strife, which led to the devastation of the Solar Terran Federation and the entire Old Night.

They only dissipated with the birth of Slaanesh.

Even during my stay on the Fenran Rex IX the amount of the Daemonic Incursions was much higher than it should be usually. Especially if one considers the fact that the Fenran Rex IX was just a remote frozen hellhole without any significant population.

Compared to the other worlds in the Imperium or that of the other species, which had a population in the billions or trillions, when it came to the Hive Worlds, the state of the Fenran Rex IX was too shabby.

Yet, even then, many Daemons materialized on the planet from time to time.

"Well... the Daemonic Incursions are the problem... though if we want to leave this planet in one piece, then having something that has a purification effect on the Warp would be a tremendous help."

Even the Solar Terran Federation, with all of its most advanced technology and everything that it had at its disposal, didn't have a method of safely passing through the Warp Storm without one act.

One would find the materials that had certain effects on the Warp and those of the Ruinous Powers and integrate them into the alloys from which the starship would be built. This was the best method that the Solar Terran Federation had created, and surprisingly, it worked very well.

"I will talk with my father about it."

Esdeath said as she was rather keen on leaving the planet behind and venturing into space.

For many reasons, she felt that she had reached the limit of the strength that she could achieve in her homeworld, and she wanted to reach the wider galaxy to seek opportunities to grow stronger and more powerful.

And then there was the war...

Daemons, Heretics, Astartes, Tau, Necrons...

She wanted to fight them all.

I knew that if she had the opportunity, she would fight Primarchs, Daemon Primarchs, Necron Overlords, or even Emperors or Chaos Gods themselves, most probably. I wasn't sure about the last two, as the Emperor and Chaos Gods would be pretty tough even for my True Body in fact.

Fortunately, because of the separation of the Materium and Immaterium, neither of them could reach their full potential, and they were severely restricted due to the division of the Immaterius Universe into the two fundamentally different aspects.

"How are you progressing with the construction of the starship?"

As they finished the dissection process of the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear, each of us picked a piece of the corpse of the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear as we wouldn't be leaving the corpse to rot and freeze here for nothing.

"Slowly... designing the blueprint is one thing, having knowledge another, and the means of the construction entirely something else. Right now, even with all of the STCs and my knowledge, it would take some time to produce even one starship. Unfortunately, the shipyards on the Fenran Rex IX are located in the deep south."

The construction of the starship was proven to be much more problematic than initially anticipated, but it wasn't anything that couldn't be solved over time. Right now, I need to properly assess the production capabilities of the Partas Tribe or to march south, take over the shipyard, and manufacture the starship in there.

According to the information on the Fenran Rex IX in my own databases from the times of the Solar Terran Federation, the shipyard should be capable of properly building smaller voidcrafts without many problems.

Still, going down to the south seemed an easier solution because the shipyards down there should still be untouched. They were in the top-secret facility with the highest degree of security, and with the tech that the Solar Terran Federation possessed, it should have withstood the passage of time.

Relatively speaking, of course.

 

[Trafford]

But then again, apparently, the Southerners were occupying that area, and I was too lazy to do something about that. Technically speaking, the effort that would be needed to push them out of the area and repair the damage to the facility was then the topic of crossing over the continent to reach there.

The shipyards were located at the southernmost point of the Feris Continent due to the warmer climate compared to the rest of the planet.

It just wasn't really worth it.

I would rather invest that energy into uplifting the industries of the Partas Tribe because it would be worth much more in the long term.

In the end, after leaving the Immaterius Universe, the Partas Tribe seemed like a good addition to the Kadath Universe, as they could be given their very own Principal World in the future, where they could thrive and prosper.

One could say that what I was doing was investing in the future.

"We should be going back to the Partas Tribe."

Hearing Esdeath say that made me nod my head as we went back to the Icecrown Citadel, the headquarters of the Partas Tribe. With the entire courtship ritual being done, we could return back home and focus on the industrialization of the Partas Tribe and creating the alloy.

***

After returning to the Icecrown Citadel from the hunt for the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear, the first thing that I went to do was to check on the analysis of the Psyker Gene from the corpses of the Psykers of the Frozen Coven.

The result of the analysis on the Psyker Gene was complete, and with this, the method of integration of the Psyker Gene into this body was finally completed. The next step would be creating equipment that would help in this.

Manipulation of the genome was never an easy task, and it always required some advanced preparation to make sure that nothing went wrong. Fortunately enough, with the STCs that were present in the Partas Tribe, it won't be a problem creating most of the equipment in a short time.

"Upon the integration of the Psyker Gene, once the assimilation period passes, I can start absorbing the Whisp of Might from my True Body and elevate this clone body to Tier 11 at least, with some luck and absorption of the chaotic energies of the Warp, to Tier 12."

As long as my clone reached Tier 12, then I could move across the Immaterius Universe unhindered for most of the part, as long as I avoided some individuals and the gaze of the Chaos Gods.

It was my great luck that during the process of Transmigration into the Immaterius Universe and creation of the clone body, I was able to integrate into the piece of my soul, Whisp of Might, from my true body.

That Whisp of Might contained power that should be enough to annihilate even peak Tier 12 entities, and if I were to assimilate that Whisp of Power from my True Body, I should elevate the power of the clony body by a tremendous degree.

And that was something that I needed right now, if I want to move easily across the Milky Way Galaxy.

Based on the information that I had on the Immaterius Universe, either the ones that were gathered by the Solar Terran Federation or from my other methods that were more about the current state of the Immaterius, there were planetary beings at the Tier 11 and Tier 12 within the Immaterius Universe.

Though the assimilation of the Whisp of Power of my True Body would take months alone, as this Clone Body wasn't really that strong when it could assimilate something from a peak Tier 13 Primarch Universe Master easily.

It would be a lengthy process that would take a lot of time.

For the next few days, I spent most of them creating the pieces of the equipment that were needed for the most advanced gene therapy and surgery that would integrate the Psyker Gene into the genome of my clone body.

At the same time, I also needed the help of the Partas Tribbe in the construction of the containment room that would contain me during the time of the Psychic Awakening when I would awaken as a Psyker.

This would be a pretty hazardous time and encounter, because during the Psychic Awakening, for a brief amount of time, my body would act as a conduit for the Warp and unleash an unprecedented amount of destruction around me.

So, containment was needed for such a case.

Fortunately, because the Partas Tribe had already conquered the Frozen Coven, they had already obtained the libraries and forbidden lore of the Frozen Coven. Among them, there were several methods that the Frozen Coven was using to handle the Psychic Awakening of the Psykers.

The Frozen Coven was a faction that consisted mainly of the Psykers and focused on the cultivation of the Psyker Powers, and due to that, they had methods of safely containing the Psykers that went berserk and out of control.

This was something that was a must for a faction like theirs.

And I even had to admit that the methods used in the Frozen Coven were rather effective.

They were crude, that was true, and they were almost primitive compared to the methods I saw during the Golden Age of Technology; yet nobody could deny their effectiveness, as they were very effective.

With the effectiveness of the Partas Tribe and their construction methods, the construction of the continent room was not particularly difficult; it was merely a matter of time and sufficient resources that were now flooding into the Partas Tribe in abundance.

With the newly industrialized methods of the Partas Tribe, they started mining and processing more and more natural resources than before. With this, their construction capabilities also increased, and through the STCs, they were able to manufacture a lot of things.

Everything from things for civilian use to those for military purposes.

 

[Trafford]

"So, after you go into that machine, you will become a Sorcerer once the procedure is completed?"

Esdeath asked me as we were standing in the middle of my laboratory in the Icecrown Citadel, a few weeks later, after the equipment for the advanced Genetic Surgery and Gene Therapy was finished.

During the past weeks, not only was all the equipment needed for the Genetic Surgery and Gene Therapy for the successful integration of the Psyker Genes into my own genome completed, but we also managed to build a large part of the starship that I planned to use to leave the Fenran Rex IX behind.

"Yes... This machine will be able to perfectly integrate a Psyker Gene into the body of a non-Psyker and create a Psyker."

I said, a little product of my creation, because artificially creating Psykers was something that was considered impossible even during the Golden Age of Technology when the Solar Terran Federation stood at the peak of its power.

With that being explained, I entered the chamber that automatically closed after I entered, and Esdeath did as I instructed previously. Everything was already being put on the Artificial Intelligence, as the Partas Tribe didn't really have the fear of the thinking machines like the rest of humanity.

This was really wonderful, because I wouldn't really think that the Chaos Gods would be able to corrupt our A.I.s that were built in the Federation nd turned them against their creators.

Our greatest achievement was turned into the sharpest sword against humanity as the Men of Iron slaughtered the entire world.

Yet, it was also something akin to a tiny miracle, because the A.I.s were not alive. They were artificial constructs, and yet despite all of that, the Gods of Chaos managed to possess them because they were incredibly close to the real beings.

In a certain sense, they were real beings even though they lacked souls.

As per my instructions, Esdeath pushed a few buttons on the gholographic keyboards and inserted several objects into the machinery as I instructed.

The objects that she was inserting into the machinery were containers that contained special liquid, a solution that would help this body to accommodate the Psyker Gene better and go through the Genetic Surgery and Gene Therapy.

***

Esdeath POV

It has been more than twenty-four hours since Jeron, or rather by his true name Zeoticus, was in the weird machine that was making him a Sorcerer. I was never for the technology thingy, but if it could make Sorcerers through artificial means, then it would be good.

The Partas Tribe was only something akin to a Sorcerer. Due to the Bloodline of the Danger Beasts that we have in our veins, we could use the energies of the Warp on the subconscious level to strengthen our physical capabilities to an unnatural level.

But that was all.

We cannot consciously control the Warp Energies and bend reality to our whims like the Sorcerers of the Frozen Coven could do during their peak.

Or rather, during the time when they were still alive.

Yet, after the destruction of the Frozen Coven and then subsequently the last hope for the Northern Tribe Alliance was gone, it was only a matter of time until the Partas Tribe unified the entire Northern Area of the Feris Continent under our banner.

It was...

Boring.

The Southerners were weak.

Yes, they had their numbers and were outnumbering us ten to one, but in terms of their power, they were far, far weaker. Their strongest could measure only against the average warriors in our Tribe.

However, that was understandable because in the south, there was nobody like the Frozen Coven or the Partas Tribe. Only af few occasional Sorcerers or people who underwent genetic strengthening with the help of some STCs from an age long gone.

Hearing that Zeoticus wasn't interested in leaving this place made me curious.

I was a warrior, and there was no greater pleasure and more worthy goal than to grow stronger and more powerful..

And apparently, the rest of the Milky Way Galaxy was full of powerful people and opportunities to grow much stronger. That was the reason why I decided to leave the planet behind, to search for new opportunities to grow stronger.

It was a one-time opportunity, because I slowly realized that by staying on this planet, I had reached the limits of my current growth. Technically speaking, I could undergo the same Genetic Surgery and Gene Therapy and become a Psyker, but there was a huge problem afterwards.

The Fenran Rex IX was without anyone stronger than me currently.

Aside from a few ancient Super Danger Beasts, there were no opponents to fight against and no worthy foes to challenge.

There was nobody.

It sounded rather boring to me, so I would rather go to a wider space.

Not to mention, it was hard to find a suitable mate to take care of some specific needs who meets all of my criteria.

Suddenly, I felt that the machinery performing genetic surgery and Gene Therapy on Zeoticus began emitting strange sounds, and Warp Energy started appearing in great quantities all around the laboratory.

***

1st POV

Next time, when I opened my eyes, it was in the tank filled with the blue liquid as my entire body was being pierced by hundreds of needles and several tubes, which were carrying the Genetic Surgery and Gene Therapy on this body.

The bad news was that the pain that I was feeling right now was tremendous, but fortunately, it wasn't anything that I couldn't really bear.

The good news was that the Genetic Surgery and Gene Therapy were successful, and this body has become officially a Psyker. The power that I obtained from becoming a Psyker was tremendous, because I could probably go toe to toe with peak Tier 9 entities back home with the amount of Warp Energy I can control.

Overall...

Being a Psyker was weird.

Like, really, really weird.

 

[Trafford]

The Psykers were not storing the energy levels in their bodies, but instead, their bodies were acting as conduits for the energies of the Warp.

The Psykers were using their bodies as the conduit for the Warp to descend, and the stronger their Soul and Body were, the higher amount of Warp Energies they could summon to the realspace.

My Soul was extremely powerful due to my True Body, yet the quantity of my Soul was still something around Tier 10 or the peak of Tier 10. The more problematic thing was the strength of my physical body, because the physical body needed to be strong enough to handle the flow of the Warp Energy into the realspace.

My body in this world wasn't really powerful enough to handle Warp Energies that were above the limits of Tier 9.

Anything more and I would be risking severe injuries ot the body, and if I summon the Warp Energy comparable to the peak of the Tier 10, then I could even risk the destruction of my clone.

Which would be the most troubling.

And it was something that was to be avoided,

Right now, I needed to train with the Warp Energy, because as much as I hated to say it, I noticed my manipulation and control over the Warp Energy sucked.

Absolutely.

The Warp Energy wasn't any kind of internal Energy that was my own right from the start, and I could manipulate it on the instinctive level. The Warp Energy was something that was never mine and would never be.

I can maximally summon it from the other Dimension and control it.

And this was the problematic thing.

For my entire life, I was only using Energy that was my own, because using Energy that wasn't my own in the first place was extremely dangerous. I greatly disdained the usage of the Dimensional Energies, and even in the Kadath Universe, the Chthonian Empire of the Baator held a great disdain towards the Dimensional Energies.

It was an undeniable truth that if one was very talented, they could basically skip Tiers at a fast speed and reach tremendous realism of power. Yet there was an underlying danger of using the Dimensional Energies.

If someone managed to sever the connection between the Dimensional Energy and the user of the Energy from the Dimension where the Energy originated from, the person was as good as dead.

They would simultaneously lose all of their power, and most of them, 99% of users, died shortly after they were connected to their Dimension, which was severed. That was something that was a really big disadvantage and something that was the reason why I never bothered with the Dimensional Energies during my entire life.

Not to mention, with my affinity for the Magic and Magic Manipulation, if I wanted to boost the potency of some spell, I could use the ambient Magic in the environment. I would need to start from scratch, but fortunately enough, the Architect has been memorizing every single piece of knowledge that was discovered by the Empire.

This was also the major reason why I created the Empire in the first place and set up the policies of the Empire in a brutal form of meritocracy and competition, discovery, and research.

Everything that was researched, upgraded, discovered, and so on would, in the end, one way or another, find its way into my hands.

And fortunately, I bought the backup systems of Archnitect with me, so I can just download the knowledge about the usage of the Dimensional Energies into my brain and assimilate the knowledge.

Even though it was an unpopular topic in the Imperium, there were still many thousands of people who were carrying out comprehensive and very extensive research into the usage of the Dimensional Energies.

Though that was all for later, right now, I needed to get out of this damned contraption, as the doors seemed to be stuck.

Surprisingly.

Much to my luck, Esdeath came in and opened the doors to the chamber with her sheer strength as she helped me get out of the machine.

"I guess that the procedure was successful."

I nodded to Esdeath's statement, merely confirming that he had succeeded, which was indeed the fact, as he was successful in the endeavor.

"Yes, I was... the process was successful, and right now I am Psyker. Yet it would require a considerable amount of training to get used to the manipulation of the Warp Energies. It's harder than it seems."

I said, and it wasn't even a lie, because manipulating the War Energy was indeed a bit harder than it really seemed. It was troublesome because one needed to project their mind into the Warp and draw out the Warp Energies and project them into the real space.

Through the body as the conduit.

And at the same time, one needed to protect one's Soul own soul from the Daemons in the Warp, as the inhabitants of the Immaterium would try to possess anyone who was using the Warp Energies.

Not even the Aeldari created a perfect method of shielding themselves from the Warp Possession, though they had the most advanced ones, where the Possession was pretty low compared to the other species in the Milky Way Galaxy.

Unfortunately, the Solar Terran Federation lacked many advanced methods, so I would need to work with what I had and combine it with my knowledge to create a better method.

Right now, this avatar contained a whisper of power from the True Body, yet that wasn't enough to protect me against the Gods of Chaos, as they were more powerful than the Tier 12 entities.

If I had to guess, they were something akin to Pseudo Tier 13, and they were also boosted in the Warp.

I needed to be very careful when using the energies of the Immaterium, because it would inevitably attract the Chaos Gods and also the Emperor. And these were just the threats that I was aware of; there was also an untold number of entities that I was completely unaware of, and they posed a danger to me.

 

[Trafford]

The Milky Way Galaxy.

It is one of hundreds of billions of galaxies in the observable universe. Its name is a translation of the Latin term Via Lactea, which in turn is derived from the Greek galaxias, referring to the pale band of light formed by stars in the galactic plane as seen in the night skies of Holy Terra.

The stellar disk of the Milky Way galaxy is approximately 100,000 light-years in diameter and is considered to be, on average, about 1,000 light years thick. It is estimated to contain at least 200 billion stars and possibly up to 400 billion stars, with an estimated average of 300 billion, the exact figure depending on the number of very low-mass, or dwarf stars.

This can be compared to the one trillion stars of the larger neighbouring Andromeda galaxy.

Milky Way Galaxy was a very dangerous place, and it was always a dangerous place, even during the age of the Solar Terran Federation.

Old Ones.

Star Gods.

Necrons.

Aeldari.

Chaos.

And this was just the start of the list of dangers in the Milky Way Galaxy. Now, after the Old Night and the Age of Strife, the dangers of the Milky Way Galaxy reached entirely new heights that had never been seen before.

For me, one of the greatest dangers was the Imperium of Man due to the Emperor of Mankind and his theocratic fanatics. Fortunately, the Imperium was significantly weakened, with the Emperor immobilized on the Golden Throne and the Primarchs lost across time and space.

Some things that I planned to do would attract the inevitable attention of the Imperium of Mankind, and I would be for sure their enemy.

Life and death, one to be precise.

The current state of the Milky Way Galaxy was shit.

It seemed that after my death, things really started spiraling.

Following the birth of the Chaos God Slaanesh at the end of the Age of Strife in the early 30th Millennium, the Milky Way Galaxy was rent by the implosion of the Aeldari Empire and the fall of the greatest Empire that the Milky Way Galaxy has ever seen.

Where the core worlds of that ancient stellar realm had been in the galactic northwest, a vast new Warp rift spilled out into realspace, the Eye of Terror.

The Eye of Terror, called the Ocularis Terribus in High Gothic, is a massive Warp rift and permanent Warp storm approximately twenty thousand light years across, a nexus of Psychic Energy and physical space-time where the Immaterium co-exists with realspace.

Fortunately enough, the Fenran Rex IX had some records about the Eye of Terror and its implications from the time when the planet had contact with the rest of the Imperium, as this place was technically on the list of planets that would soon be added to the Imperial Space.

The sole reason why it wasn't yet was due to the Warp Storm.

It was the largest and most well-known Warp rift in the Milky Way Galaxy and is located at the rimward edge of the galaxy, to the galactic northwest of Terra, in the Segmentum Obscurus.

It was home to the largest concentration of the forces of Chaos in realspace, including the Traitor Legions of Chaos Space Marines that fled from Terra after the end of the Horus Heresy.

Not to mention, since the creation of the Eye of Terror, the number of Chaos Incursions into the realspace has increased tremendously, while at the same time, the Daemons of Chaos have found it much easier to enter the realspace.

The barriers between the Immaterium and Materium were much weaker due to the Eye of Terror, which was giving the Daemons more and more freedom than one would have thought or wanted.

This allowed more and more Daemons to descend from the Immaterium and possess Psykers, and even in some places, the Daemons could materialize directly.

"So, when can I undergo the process?"

Not long after I finished the Genetic Surgery and Gene Therapy, Esdeath also wanted to undergo them and become a Psyker. In the end, she was in for everything that would increase her strength and power.

"Give me a few days... I need to do some tests and adjust the procedure. Afterward, you will have your own go."

There was still a lot of room for the improvement and now that I underwent the Genetic Surgery and Gene Therapy, I got a lot of data to work with.

I had already instructed the Architect to begin working on potential upgrades to the machinery used for Genetic Surgery and Gene Therapy, while I would start working on some process tweaks.

During the Genetic Surgery and Gene Therapy, I noticed that there were some things that could be done much better and more smoothly for better results. The integration of the Psyker Gene wasn't perfect, and I noticed that when undergoing the Genetic Surgery and Gene Therapy, there was some minor resistance toward the Psyker Gene.

Even though the Psyker Gene that I was integrating into my body was already cultivated using my own DNA and Genetic Sequence.

"Do what you want. I am going to training for now and I will await you in the evening, at 21:00. Not a second later."

She said as Esdeath left my laboratory and started working on the Genetic Surgery, Gene Therapy, and their adjustments. Today at 21:00, we had another part of the courtship ceremony, after the most important part, which involved hunting down the Silver-Horned Tattooed Bear.

Esdeath was always very punctual and precise all the time.

Even though she wasn't fond of these traditions, she was going through every single one, and now, it came the time for the presentation of the trophy for the Patriarch and father of the Tribe, and asking for her hand.

Nevertheless, I still had some ten hours or something for my research, and considering all the things that I needed to do...

There was a lot of work that was awaiting me.

 

[Trafford]

Several Days Later, Icecrown Citadel, Industrial Area

The Industrial Area of the Icecrown Citadel was a new addition to the place, which was constructed shortly after my own proposition to industrialize the entire Partas Tribe and their faction.

The industrial sector of the Icecrown Citadel sprawled beneath a sky choked with steam and flickering neon. Towering factories stretched high like jagged teeth, their exteriors a patchwork of rusted steel and glowing circuitry.

Conveyor belts snake along the sides of buildings, carrying crates of unknown tech and humming with magnetic pulses. Gigantic exhaust stacks belch plumes of synthetic vapor, casting shifting shadows across the maze of metal catwalks below.

Autonomous drones buzz overhead, scanning shipments and workers alike with cold, unblinking optics. Below, mechanized loaders with spider-like legs shuffle heavy containers between platforms, their hydraulics hissing with every movement.

The air was thick with ozone and oil, a constant reminder that this place never sleepept as the Partas Tribe was going all-out on the industrialization as they knew the power of the advanced technology.

Pipes crawled across every surface like metallic veins, carrying streams of coolant and glowing plasma through the belly of the city. Flickering billboards in alien dialects advertise nanite repair kits, fusion tools, and exo-suit upgrades.

Workers in reinforced suits, some human, some part-machine... moved with precision, overseen by android supervisors whose chrome faces never change expression.

With the STCs on hand, the industrialization was going very well.

Though if you have STC, then it was pretty easy. Though this time, I wasn't alone in here, as I was here together with Esdeath, as we were walking hand in hand as we went to check on the starship that was being built here.

The higher-ups of the Partas Tribe knew what was being built here, as it was all part of our trade. With the massive industrialization efforts that the Partas Tribe was undergoing, it wouldn't take long for the Partas Tribe to start building starships of smaller classes in larger numbers.

Not just one starship.

Fortunately enough, the starship would soon be finished.

"That thing would be humongous..."

Esdaeth muttered as we looked at the construction site of the starship that was being completed as we were speaking right now. With the introduction of drones and machines that were doing the work without any rest and with perfect precision, a lot of menial tasks were being completed at a staggering pace.

The starship was a colossal, dagger-shaped vessel slicing through the void of space with an imposing and sleek silhouette. It could be measured around 19,000 meters in length or 19 kilometers in size.

Its design was angular and heavily armored, giving it a menacing and powerful presence. The surface was studded with lights, ports, and structural details that represented a complex network of systems, docking bays, and command modules spread across its massive upper hull.

A dense cluster of superstructures dominates the central spine of the ship, glowing with cold blue lights that indicate already active energy systems, hangars, or possibly shield generators.

Those structures rose in tiers, like an industrial fortress, acting at the ship's role as both a mobile command center and a heavily armed warship.

The starship boasted an armament of unimaginable firepower, composed of over 5,000 particle cannons, including 750 twin anti-matter batteries, and 1000 turret-mounted twin heavy plasma batteries.

This starship was one of the primary designs of the Solar Terran Federation for the Dreadnought; more specifically, it was an Executor-class Super Star Destroyer Dreadnought, and one of the most advanced starships the Solar Terran Federation designed.

I chose this model because I couldn't choose anything else, really. The Voidshiuips used by the Chthonian Empire of Baator or the other factions of the Kadath Universe depended on the combination of Magic, different Energies, and rare minerals.

None of those were present within the Immaterius Universe, as the Immaterius Universe was rather a mundane Universe, and the only Supernatural Factor was the Warp, and everything that was supernatural in this universe was related to the Warp one way or another.

"Yes it is... actually, what are you looking at... is one of the most advanced designs that the Solar Terran Federation has ever designed with all technology and everything... one could say, that you wouldn't be able to find more advanced piece of the human-based starship in the entire Milky Way Galaxy in today's age."

I stated because, according to what I knew about the current technology of the Imperium of Man, it was...

Pathetic.

The people of the Imperium of Man and their dammed Cult Mechanicus are the set of religious beliefs that serve as the philosophical foundation of the Adeptus Mechanicus and its predecessor, the ancient Mechanicum.

The religion of the Cult Mechanicus values knowledge and the technology it creates above all else and views the final embrace of technology in the form of a purely mechanical existence as the ultimate destiny for Mankind's evolution.

It maintains the glories of yesteryear with rite, dogma, and edict instead of true discernment and comprehension. Even the theoretically simple process of activating a vehicle's engine is preceded by the application of ritual oils, the burning of sacred resins, and the chanting of long and complex hymns.

And the greatest heresy was an innovation of already existing technology.

"As long as it serves the purpose. When would it be finished?"

Esdeath asked as the only thing that she was interested about the starship was that if it could fly and when they could leave the planet and venture into the depths of the Milky Way Galaxy.

She was totally dead set on coming with me into the stars.

"Two months approximately. The construction process is much faster than we have initially anticipated. Though, before we leave, we would take one tour around the planet and destroy a few things in the world. That way, it would be much easier for the Partas Tribe to conquer the rest of the continent and even the rest of the planet after we leave."

 

[Trafford]

The last thing that I would do before leaving the Fenran Rex IX was to scan the entire planet and send the information to the Partas Tribe.

While I was in the lab to get a connection to some of the functioning facilities of the Solar Terran Federation on the planet, there were not many of them that were in a state where I could connect to them.

Most of them ran out of power centuries ago, and some were damaged from the battles and war, most probably since the Old Night.

The price was steep for many of them.

So, I would be leaving my newly created starship for that. Also, it seemed that the Southerners were in control of some former technologies of the Solar Terran Federation and also managed to maintain several of the fortresses left from that age.

Which in itself was a tiny miracle.

I would need to destroy those ones, too.

At least I would get the opportunity to test the spaceship that we were building right now.

"Well then... why did we come here in the first place?"

She asked because every minute that was wasted on something useless could be rather used to train more. Right now, in preparation for the departure from the Fenran Rex IX, she was training every single moment to become stronger and prepare for the challenges ahead.

"Ts... ungrateful woman... come, we are going to pump some Psyker Genes into you."

I said, seeing that there was practically zero to no reaction to the spaceship... though I knew that it would change once she saw how much destruction that thing was capable of unleashing.

Spoiler.

It was a lot.

The main weapons of the Executor-class Super Star Destroyer Dreadnought could destroy an entire planet if it could implode the planetary core. The Executor-class Super Star Destroyer Dreadnought was designed to be the backbone of the heaviest class of starships in the fleets of the Solar Terran Federation.

"Finally!"

She literally threw herself around my neck as she was very happy that she was finally going to become a Psyker. Another powerful up for her, and considering that she was already peak Tier 8 physically, I knew that it wouldn't be long before she would be able to reach Tier 9.

She was already pretty powerful from the start and had one advantage that my body in the Immaterius Universe didn't possess, as she had Warp Energy in her blood already.

Esdeath gave me a few kisses on the face as she pressed my face to her huge cleavage because, finally, after waiting a long time, she was able to become a Psyker. Not to mention, she would be the very first Psyker in the entire Partas Tribe.

The Partas Tribesmen were not really Psykers, but they were something in the middle, as they could use the Psychic Energies of the Warp on the subconscious levels due to their Danger Beast Blood that was flowing through their blood.

The Danger Beast Blood allowed the members of the Partas Tribe to use the Warp Energy and also to store some amount of the Warp Energy in their blood and body. At the same time, though, they couldn't manipulate it or control it, but it could be used to strengthen their physical capabilities.

It answered their feelings and their needs. It worked in a rather fascinating way, because it was acting entirely independent of almost anything, and yet it was providing them with rather huge supernatural strength and power.

"Then let's go already!"

Esdeath stated as she literally dragged me to my laboratory, as she wanted to undo the Genetic Surgery and Gene Therapy for the Psyker Gene. She was extremely eager to undergo the procedure to obtain more power for herself.

Soon enough, we arrived at my laboratory, this time, though, it was filled with some more advanced pieces of tech. After my own Genetic Surgery and Gene Therapy, I came up with several upgrades to the original process, and there was also a redesign of the machinery that was used in the Genetic Surgery and Gene Therapy.

"You can already let me go..."

I said as Esdeath let me go, because during the entire time, she was holding me tightly as if I was to disappear any moment.

"Now, listen to me for a bit. Your Psyker Gene for the Genetic Surgery and Gene Therapy has already been cultivated based on your DNA and Genetic Sequence. The only problematic aspect is its reaction with the Danger Beast Blood in your body. This could have some really unforeseen circumstances that we need to address if they arise..."

I said that because, contrary to my own Genetic Surgery and Gene Therapy, Esdeath's was much more problematic. She had the Danger Beast Blood in her body, and in truth, I didn't know if some unpredictable situation would happen during the procedure.

According to my calculations, the chances of it happening were actually pretty low, but well... anything could happen during situations like this, and nobody could say confidently that this process was 100% safe.

"I have already created some back-up protocol and asked your father for the pure Blood Essence of some Super Danger Beasts that would be used to stabilize your condition if something happens during the process."

I stated while motioning to the vials with the pure Blood Essence of the Super Danger Beasts, which were the strongest kind of the Danger Beasts in the entire Fenran Rex IX.

"I understand. Is there anything more?"

Hearing the explanation, she asked as I shook my head, as there was nothing more to add.

"No. Everything would be the same as my own Genetic Surgery and Gene Therapy. If there are any problems, I will handle them as I will be overseeing the process entirely from here."

I stated while motioning for Esdeath to enter the chamber that was used to conduct the Genetic Surgery and Gene Therapy. She stripped herself of her uniform and showcased her toned warrior body to me...

 

[Trafford]

While this wasn't the first time that I saw her almost naked, this was the first time that I saw her half-naked from a close distance, and I had to admit that her physique was superb.

Every part of her body was perfectly toned, and her compact muscles were visible from all the training and combat. Esdeath even had a toned stomach with a six-pack visible from her physical training, which was respectable, considering she was a pure physical combatant.

Most likely, the amount of time she devoted to physical training during her much shorter life was even higher than I spent physically training during my thirteen thousand years of life, or so...

Despite everything, I was still a Mage at heart, so physical training wasn't anything for me, and if not for Hela literally pushing me to train with something or with her, then I would rather refrain from doing such troublesome activities during my free time.

It was also pretty annoying to be told.

"Can I start the process?"

I asked, and seeing Edeath nodding from the chamber, I pushed a few buttons on the console command and started the Genetic Surgery and Gene Therapy. Soon enough, the procedure on her body started just like mine, and the machinery started filling the entire chamber with the bullish water liquid.

Shortly after that, the machinery started working its wonders, as the several needles penetrated through her skin and started injecting her body with the Nanomachines that were programmed to distribute the Psyker Gene into her already existing Genome and help with the adaptation process in everything.

It was rather a lengthy process, one must admit, but it was working rather well. I designed it that way, because with the Nanomachines that were helping to accommodate the Psyker Gene into the already existing Genome, the chances for success were much higher.

Though the two variables were still remaining.

Danger Beast Bloodline.

Already existing Warp Energy in her body that was now fused with her body.

The second one was actually a much smaller problem than the first one, because the second one could actually be helpful in the entire process. After something around half an hour, I could see that, exactly like my predictions, the first wave of the Psyker Gene was being integrated into her Genome rather well.

And the rejection rate was...

According to the latest data, something around 15%.

Which was very good.

Even when I was doing the Genetic Surgery and Gene Therapy on myself, the rejection rate in the first wave of the Psyker Gene Integration was something around 35%, which was more than double Esdeath's rate.

It seemed that the presence of the Warp Energy in her body and also that of the Super Danger Beast Bloodline were helping the Psyker Genes to acclimate much better into her already existing DNA Sequences.

Which was a wonderful result.

With the rates like this, it was to be expected that she would be able to accommodate the Psyker Genes much better than me during the Genetic Surgery and Gene Therapy. Which, from a certain angle, sounded pretty logical, as she already had the presence of the Warp Energy in her body.

And according to my research, the members of the Partas Tribe were hardly even humans anymore.

Nor were they traditional Psykers, and even after awakening as the Psykers, they would be something more.

The Warp Energy that was brought into their bodies has, over the course of five thousand years or something, already remodelled their bodies on the fundamental level. When compared to the DNA Sequence of a normal human, the match was only something around 30%.

Which was pretty low.

It wasn't even half.

This meant that the members of the Partas Tribe were already an entirely new species, which wasn't actually that surprising. Even though, in terms of outward appearance, the Partas Tribesmen were actually no different from the general human population.

Aside from the fact that all of them were extremely good-looking, in fact, but that was all.

***

Three Hours Later

The Genetic Surgery and Gene Therapy on Esdeath was progressing very well, without any complications, to the point where the Super Danger Beast Bloodline was reacting positively to the treatment and becoming stronger.

Around one hour earlier, I even used the purified Blood Essence of the Super Danger Beast that I got from the Patriarch of the Partas Tribe, Ezran Partas.

This brought an aftereffect, that Esdeath's body, which was now undergoing the Genetic Surgery and Gene Therapy, started assimialting all of the Super Danger Beast Blood and her body was being strengthened at a staggering rate.

I wouldn't be surprised if she managed to reach Tier 10 in terms of physique alone, because it seemed like she was assimilating the Super Danger Beast Bloodline as her own.

The thing about the members of the Partas Tribe was that, even though all of them possessed some sort of Danger Beast Bloodlines, while the direct descendants possessed the Super Danger Beast Bloodlines, there was still some sort of resistance within their bloodlines.

Like some kind of imaginary barrier that was preventing them from utilizing their potential to their fullest. But it seemed that with the Genetic Surgery and Gene Therapy that was inserting the Psyker Gene into their Genomes, that last hurdle was disappearing.

And her body was answering to it, making the Super Danger Beast Bloodline truly their, and it seemed like the Psyker Gene was the last missing piece of the puzzle.

Everything seemed to make sense right now.

I observed the changes with great eagerness, because this was all happening on its own without any outside interference. I wondered if the other members of the Partas Tribe would undergo the same thing as Esdeath; most probably yes.

All of them in the end bore the same kind of Bloodline, and if the Psyker Gene was inserted into their Genome, it would create a chain reaction and everything would start out on its own.

 

[Trafford]

Esdeath's very own Genetic Surgery and Gene Therapy was much smoother than my own, and it was even faster when she exited the chamber. Even though she felt a bit tired from the procedure, it wasn't anything serious, as she was in very good condition after the Genetic Surgery and Gene Therapy.

Not to mention, I could clearly sense the power that she was giving off...

Peak Tier 9 just after the completion of the Genetic Surgery and Gene Therapy.

And these were just the outward scans.

I was wondering how much Warp Energy she could summon.

She was in much better condition to do it than I, because due to the Super Danger Beast Bloodline, it seemed that the members of the Partas Tribe were perfect Psykers. As they had the blood of the Dnager Beasts flowing in their veins, which already contained some sort of Warp Energy and had a connection with the Immaterium...

This made them perfect conduits for the Warp.

Far better than the average Psykers.

"So, how are you feeling?"

I asked as I went to her and brought her some clothes that were already prepared beforehand for the time when she was finished with the Genetic Surgery and Gene Therapy.

"Powerful and weird..."

It seemed that she was just in the adaptation phase to the presence of the Warp Energy, because her entire worldview was changing. When one became a Psyker, their entire being was changed as well as their perception of reality became much different compared to what it was before.

I underwent the same thing when I became a Psyker, but at the same time, for me it wasn't really much different.

The fundamental basis of the change was that the ordinary person became extraordinary in the sense that they obtained access to the supernatural energy that allowed them to perceive reality very differently.

For me, though, it wasn't anything significant as I was already born with the Demonic Energy, so when my avatar underwent the Genetic Surgery and Gene Therapy, it was like I was just becoming closer to my true body with my Avatar.

"You will get used to it... Right now, I will take some of your blood and do some scans. You are the very first member of the Partas Tribe that underwent the Genetic Surgery and Gene Therapy, so I need more data to make a final assessment of the process for the rest of the Partas Tribesmen."

I said as Esdeath nodded and took the clothes from my hand, as I went to do my things.

Taking her blood became rather problematic, due to her now much stronger and more durable body. Fortunately enough, I was prepared for that and had specifically crafted tools for such a purpose.

Meanwhile, several drones did the scans and collected the data on Esdeath after she underwent the Genetic Surgery and Gene Therapy, and they would be comparing them with her status before the Genetic Surgery and Gene Therapy.

"After you undergo the Genetic Surgery and Gene Therapy, you will need a few days for the Psyker Gene to properly acclimate to the Psyker Gene in your body. At the same time, now that you have presence in the Warp, you need to be careful of the Daemonic Possession."

Daemonic Possession refers to the ability of the malevolent entities that exist within the Immaterium known as Chaos Daemons to possess the minds and physical bodies of mortals known as Daemonhosts or individual items and machine constructs called Daemon Weapons or Daemon Engines in realspace.

Daemons can possess mortals on the other side of the barrier between dimensions by transferring some of their psychic power into the mind of a psychically "gifted" mortal victim.

The mind of a psyker is the most susceptible to this influence, which is why the Imperium so greatly fears and controls psychic individuals.

The Daemons appear in dreams and visions, infusing their mortal host with a portion of Daemonic power. This eventually leads to the destruction of the possessed mortal, who is known as a Daemonhost, as their physical frame is warped by the Daemon to suit its own inhuman aesthetic.

"Though with your Danger Beast Bloodline, there is a high possibility that your mind and soul would be protected by the Spirit of the Danger Beast in your body. If my hypothesis is correct, then the Partas Tribe would have a perfect method of protecting their souls against the Daemonic Possession."

This was a problem even for the Solar Terran Federation.

Daemons have no physical presence within the Warp. The Realm of Chaos is anathema to the laws of physics, and the starships that navigate its depths do so by taking a skin or bubble of "reality" with them when they enter using their Warp-Drive.

When humanity took for the first time to the stars, the Daemons of the Warp were one of the greatest dangers for the travelling starships. As the denizens of the Warp were greatly attracted to anyone using the starships to traverse through the Warp.

Not even the Solar Terran Federation has created a perfect method to protect the minds of the Psykers against the dangers of the Warp. Over the span of humanity's history, the Warp rifts that have led to a Daemonic assault have usually been the result of untrained psykers opening their minds to the baleful whispers of the Warp.

If such method existed, then humanity would become a true and geniue Psychic Species like the Aeldari or Orks. Unforutnly, nothing like that existed, and the human Psykers needed to depend solely on themselves to protect their souls from the denizens of the Warp.

"Don't tell me that you want to summon a Daemon and test the theory?"

When I saw the grin on her face, I instantly knew what she was thinking about, and I think that it was a terrible idea. While I was confident in my ability to exorcise the Daemons of the Warp from the realspace, taking such hazardous risk wasn't in my nature.

Not then.

Not now.

Not in the future.

 

[Trafford]

Chaos Daemons, or simply Daemons, also known as a "Neverborn" amongst the forces of Chaos, are intelligent and usually malevolent entities of the Warp comprised of purely Psychic Energy.

Daemons were both sentient and self-aware embodiments of Chaos and collectively the greatest servants of the Chaos Gods and of Chaos itself as a universal force. Daemons were created at the whim of one of the four major Chaos Gods from a fraction of the God's own power within the Immaterium and act as an extension of its will.

A Daemon's appearance and intrinsic character reflect the God's own nature. These Daemons may be reabsorbed into the God's Psychic Signature in the Warp at their whim because, in a certain sense, they were just the extension of the Chaos Gods themselves.

The Solar Terran Federation reached the Warp, Imperium, Ruinous Powers, and everything related to the Warp rather extensively. When I was still human and lived in the Federation, I wasn't really working on the projects related to the Warp, primarily ,and only oversaw a few projects that were pretty important to warrant my personal attention.

Though several of my good friends were working on the various projects whose sole goals were to create Psykers.

The ultimate goal of humanity.

To become the Psychic Species.

Like the Aeldari.

Who were like Gods.

With their ability to wield the Warp safely and bend reality to their wishes and whims... from a certain perspective, they really seemed to be Gods.

And then we found the Daemons.

They were very interesting creatures.

The denizens of the Warp.

When manifested in the material universe, Daemons have particular invulnerabilities and weaknesses, as well as many strange powers derived from their Warp-born nature as psychic beings.

Slaying a Daemon's physical projection does not kill it, but only severs its presence in reality; its true essence in the Warp remains unharmed.

Retrospectively thinking, this wasn't an ability that was exclusive to the Chaos Daemons, yet, even outside of the Immaterius Universe, the number of races that had such perfect conversion of energy.

As creatures of pure emotion and psychic energy that are native to the twisted mirror dimension of the Empyrean, Daemons cannot survive for long in the cold reality of the material universe.

They need some manner of focal point, some channel through which they can transfer their uncanny power from the Immaterium and make themselves manifest in the worlds of flesh and blood.

"Well? If something goes wrong, I have you to take care of it."

Hearing her to say something like that made me cringe, but alas, it was true, because I was confident in handling the Daemonic Possession if something like that even happened. If my theory were correct, then the moment something attempted to possess her, the Spirit Beast would emerge and destroy the Daemon.

Not to mention, I was wondering if the Spirit Beast could be cultivated and use the Daemons as it's food.

"As you wish... but it could be an extremely painful process. Daemonic Possession is no joke."

I said that because I witnessed a fair share of the Daemonic Possessions, and they were no joke and were extremely dangerous. Stating that, I removed the protections around the place, which were serving to prevent the Daemons of the Warp from noticing the Warp Presence of the Psykers.

Psykers were too dangerous to remain at liberty on humanity's myriad worlds; their minds were susceptible to Daemonic possession, as their strong presences in the Warp could serve as gateways into the material universe for all kinds of Warp entities if they were weak or undisciplined with their powers.

Uncontrolled, they can intentionally or unintentionally cause the destruction of entire worlds and have done so in the pre-Imperial past, such as during the terrible days of the Age of Strife.

Even during the Golden Age of Technology, during the heights of the Solar Terran Federation, there wasn't a method that would shield the Psykers from the Daemonic Possessions, much less right now when the technology of humanity has degraded.

Greatly at that.

Nevertheless, the very moment when I disabled the protections against the entities of the Immaterium, Esdeath's Psychic Presence appeared in the Warp, and it was like a beacon for the Daemons of the Warp that were close to her.

The stronger the Psyker was, the more powerful their Presence within the Warp was, and her's Psychic Presence was very powerful.

It was a combination of multiple factors, but the very potent Danger Beast Bloodline that she possessed was the main reason why she was physically very powerful, and her presence in the Warp was like a flame attracting all moths.

And as I predicted, soon enough her sheer presence within the Warp attracted thousands of Lesser Daeemons, because it wasn't every day that someone managed to project such a powerful Presence to the Warp.

Such a person would be almost a dream-like host for the Daemons to possess.

Yet the very moment they approached Esdeath, suddenly the entire area of the Warp shook as an enormous silhouette of the Danger Beast appeared. I couldn't really see it clearly, because it was in the Warp and my own power wasn't stabilized enough, but I could hear it.

The anguished screams of the Daemons of the Warp, that were being butchered in hundreds within the heart of the Warp.

Which meant that they were dead.

For real.

Killed.

End.

Finito.

I knew that it was being done by the Spiritual Manifestation of the Super Danger Beast that was the primogenitor of the Partas's Bloodline Lineage.

And the slaughter continued for some good time, as the Spiritual Avatar of the Super Danger Beast didn't stop anywhere as it continued slaughtering it's way through the hordes and hordes of Daemons that wanted to possess Esdeath.

At the same time, every time it killed a Daemon, some part of the essence of the Daemon was being absorbed by the Spiritual Avatar of the Super Danger Beast, as it grew stronger and stronger with each kill.

This was exactly the thing that I aimed to achieve.

 

[Trafford]

After slaughtering a really good number of the Daemons within the Immaterium, the Spiritual Avatar of the Super Danger Beast that was dwelling in Esdeath's very own being. What was rather intriguing was that the Spiritual Avatar of the Super Danger Beast grew considerably in power.

Well, it has assimilated the essence of several thousand Chaos Daemons, so it was only understandable that it would have grown much stronger during the time it was slaughtering the Chaos Daemons en masse.

The Spiritual Avatar of the Super Danger Beast was much more stronger as it looked at Esdeath in something that could be termed as fondness and calmness. Soon after that, the Spiritual Avatar of the Super Danger Beast disappeared back, though I could sense its power...

Tier 10...

If Esdeath could assimilate the Spiritual Avatar of the Super Danger Beast and absorb its power into her own. It would be a tremendous power update, and at the same time, she would obtain an immensely powerful presence within the Warp and also become immune to the corruption of the Warp.

The Chaos Daemons would become nothing more than just food for Esdeath.

"That's enough."

With a single command, I utilized some of the power from my True Self and dispersed the connection between the Immaterium and Realspace, because the Spiritual Avatar of the Super Danger Beast started attracting too much attention.

Rather too much for my tastes.

Esdeath returned to normal, albeit she was feeling very weakened from the entire ordeal, as she was extremely close to being possessed by the Daemons. Not to mention, she was able to sense the Daemons that were attempting to possess her, which was also a pretty disgusting and nasty feeling.

I knew that she was now partially regretting her decision to let herself risk Daemonic Possession, but alas, at least she was happy that she got the experience and won't be bothering me about it anymore.

At least that was something that I sincerely hoped for.

"How are you feeling?"

I asked while running some diagnostics on her, to see if there were any aftereffects from the attempt at the Daemonic Possession, but there shouldn't be. There were no particularly powerful Daemons attempting something like that.

Nor even one of the Greater Daemons, Exalted Daemons, or Daemon Princes attempted to do something like that, or rather, she wasn't in the Immaterium long enough to catch the attention of some really powerful denizens of the Warp.

Maximally, she could catch the attention of some lucky Greater Daemon that was close to her location within the Warp, but even that didn't happen, and all that was attracted to her Warp Presence were the Lesser Daemons.

"Rather tired... mainly mentally... You were right, attempting the Daemonic Possession is a plainly stupid thing to do."

Esdeath muttered as she now knew that I was kidding when I told her what was in the game and how dangerous it could and would be if one was on the brink of the Daemonic Possession.

"What was that thing that appeared and protected me in the Warp?"

She asked when we sat down, because she was very tired from the attempts at the Daemonic Possession.

"That's a Spiritual Avatar of the Super Danger Beast. It seemed that the originator of your Bloodline, the very first Super Danger Beast that your ancestors used to make and create your bloodline, was so powerful that it managed to leave a Spiritual Imprint in the Bloodline of the Partas Tribe. Once the Spiritual Avatar of the Super Danger Beast sensed that you were in danger of the Daemonic Possession, it manifested and started slaughtering the Daemons that wanted to possess you."

I explained to her the situation with the Spiritual Avatar of the Super Danger Beast, and now, I also needed to explain to her the dangerous reverse side of having the Spiritual Imprint of a powerful entity deeply ingrained in the very own bloodline of the Partas Tribe.

And it wasn't anything nice.

"And now, before you start celebrating the fact that you have something so powerful like the Spiritual Avatar of the Super Danger Beast in you, there is also a great deal of danger to it. Beucase the Spiritual Avatar of the Super Danger Beast is so powerful and also capable of growth, if it grows too strong, it would gain self-consciouss and once that happened, it would grow stronger enen fastster... and then, after some time... you would be risking of getting possessed by the Spiritual Avatar of the Super Danger Beast."

I said that having something like a Spiritual Avatar of the Super Danger Beast was an immense benefit, yet at the same time, it was also an immense danger and hazard for Esdeath.

If she was too weak, her own consciousness and very own being would be assimilated by the Spiritual Avatar of the Super Danger Beast, because I was sure that the Super Danger Beast would want to revive itself.

And what was a better container for the revival if not the vessel that bore its Bloodline, which was incredibly pure, potent, and powerful?

"Well, I guess that it was too good to be true..."

Esdeath muttered as I gave her a sympathetic nod, because well... it was true.

The Spiritual Avatar of the Super Danger Beast was practically too good to be true.

"Can you do something about it?"

She asked while looking at me expectantly and as if I had a solution for every problem that could emerge.

"Maybe... the power of the Spiritual Avatar of the Super Danger Beast isn't that powerful yet, so hopefully I would be able to help you devise a method where you can start assimialting the Spiritual Avatar of the Super Danger Beast. Though... there is a certain problem with this."

I made a small pause while looking at Esdeath.

"What problem?"

I can see that she was half satisfied and half annoyed hearing my words.

"As you grow stronger, the Spiritual Avatar of the Super Danger Beast in your blood will also grow stronger. You are having too many interviews, and any separation is impossible... we would need to create a method to hinder its growth, and this escapade of yours certainly didn't help the situation overall."