MM Racing Chapter 7 Fellow Daoist, Please Wait
Chapter 7 Fellow Daoist, Please Wait
The Dark Apostle truly lives up to his reputation as a seasoned veteran who has been navigating the chaos for tens of thousands of years.
After a brief moment of shock, he made a tactical decision in less than three seconds—if they couldn't win, they had to retreat.
It's not that I'm afraid of dying.
The Legion of Word Bearers worships the Chaos Gods and has long regarded death as a path to ascension.
But the power displayed by the black-robed human was too bizarre, completely beyond their comprehension.
The information that a being can devour and command warp demons at will must be reported immediately.
If Abaddon hadn't known about this unexpected development on Cardia, the entire Thirteenth Black Crusade could have been affected.
The Dark Apostle swiftly issued commands in the chapter's encrypted channel: "All Word Bearers, prepare for an orderly retreat. Alpha Legion, activate your teleportation devices."
"Received. The transmission beacon is warming up and is expected to activate in 90 seconds."
"Ninety seconds." The Dark Apostle gritted his teeth. "We need ninety seconds."
His gaze swept across the rear of the battlefield, where behind the Word Bearers and the regular troops of the Alpha Legion, followed a large group of mortals with ferocious faces.
They are the mortal auxiliary forces of Chaos, composed of various apostates, cult fanatics, and civilians corrupted by Chaos.
In terms of combat power, they are not even as good as the Imperial Star Guard, but they have the advantage of numbers and fearlessness.
In the organization of the Chaos Army, the only purpose of the mortal auxiliary troops has always been cannon fodder.
The Dark Apostle raised his scepter, pointing it at Qin Mo, "In the name of the Chaos Gods, charge at that enemy! Your sacrifice will bring eternal glory!"
The mortal auxiliary troops let out frantic howls and surged towards Qin Mo like a tidal wave.
There was no fear in their eyes, only the madness bestowed by chaos.
"No matter how many ants there are, they are still just ants."
Qin Mo didn't even glance at those mortals; he simply had a thought.
Several wisps of black malevolent energy hung down from the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls, sweeping across the ground like living things.
hiss hiss hiss—
Wherever the black mist passed, the fanatical Chaos cultists were like sand sculptures weathered by the wind. Before they could even scream, their flesh and souls were instantly drained, turning into a pile of grayish-white powder that drifted away in the wind.
In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of mortal auxiliary troops were annihilated, not even worthy of being a mere mouthful for the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.
It didn't work as expected.
Ordinary people are not even a speed bump in the face of enemies of this level.
But there are still seventy seconds left. It will take another seventy seconds to transmit the beacon.
Seeing this, the Dark Apostle of Words, who was retreating, gritted his teeth. He knew that ordinary methods would not be able to hold back this monster.
"Another sacrifice! Forcibly opening a subspace rift!"
The Dark Apostle plunged his scepter into the ground, and several Word Bearer veterans did not hesitate to cut off their left hands, using their psionic blood to forcibly inscribe a summoning circle in the mud once more.
They closed their eyes and began chanting blasphemous scriptures.
With a piercing tearing sound, a slightly smaller purplish-red subspace rift formed again.
"Oh? There's more?" Qin Mo's eyes lit up, and he immediately raised the Myriad Soul Banner, looking at the rift with anticipation.
However, what happened this time caused everyone present to fall silent.
Within the warp rift, a gigantic Khorne Bloodthirsty berserker had just poked out its head, which was covered in enormous horns, and was about to unleash a roar.
As a result, the great demon had just uttered a single "roar" when it looked up and met the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, which was fluttering in the wind and radiating an extreme suction force, dozens of meters away, and Qin Mo, whose face was full of greed, standing under the banner.
The air seemed to be filled with the lingering, tragic aura of those thousands of demonic comrades who had just been devoured alive.
The bloodthirsty demon's roar abruptly ceased, and a chillingly human fear flashed in its crimson eyes.
Its massive body suddenly stiffened, and then with an agility far beyond its size, it scrambled and crawled into the crevice!
Not only it, but several blue fear monsters that had just poked half their bodies out also seemed to have seen something terrifying and desperately squeezed back.
Although they embody negative emotions, they are not stupid!
That dark thing outside, if you get sucked in, you won't be able to get back out of the subspace!
The first batch of demons were captured before they could even sense the danger.
However, news spread extremely quickly in the subspace, and the "tragedy" of thousands of their kind being instantly devoured and refined by a black flag had already spread to the nearby subspace region.
So this time, the demons learned their lesson.
"Trying to run? Fellow Daoist, please wait."
With a wave of his hand, Qin Mo conjured a giant black spiritual energy hand in the void, grabbed the horn of the bloodthirsty demon, and forcefully pulled it out of the subspace rift!
"Get in!"
With a swirling of black energy from the Myriad Souls Banner, accompanied by an extremely shrill scream, the group of demons attempting to escape were once again mercilessly drawn into the banner and instantly refined.
At the same time, the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls unleashed a powerful suction force, drawing out more than two hundred demons from the crack.
Looking at the result, Qin Mo curled his lip in dissatisfaction: "That's it? It's not even an appetizer."
Meanwhile, the Alpha Legion's teleportation beacon finally finished warming up.
The commander whispered in the encrypted channel: "Transfer ready. All Alpha units, assemble at the beacon. Transfer window: thirty seconds."
The soldiers of the Alpha Legion began to move toward the teleportation beacon in an orderly fashion.
Their movements were swift and stealthy, using the ruins and smoke of the battlefield as cover, attempting to quietly slip away while Qin Mo was distracted by the demon's summoning.
The transmission beacon emitted a low hum, and a pale blue energy halo spread out around it, causing a slight distortion in space.
Qin Mo's consciousness stirred.
He sensed it.
The structure of space is undergoing subtle changes.
A hint of interest flashed in Qin Mo's eyes.
"Oh? Spatial power?"
He turned his head to look in the direction of the Alpha Legion's teleportation beacon, his intuition allowing him to see every detail of the teleportation process clearly.
"I didn't expect that." Qin Mo raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone carrying a hint of surprise, but not at the teleportation itself, but at how easy it was to use.
"His cultivation level is only at the Qi Refining stage, yet he can still wield spatial power? Although it's incredibly clumsy and crude, he is indeed manipulating spatial structures... Interesting."
In the Xuanhuang Realm, mastering the laws of space is a realm accessible only to great cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage or above, and truly being able to freely utilize the power of space requires at least the cultivation level of the Deity Transformation stage.
These mortals achieved spatial teleportation using a bunch of iron lumps, which was incredibly inefficient, but their idea was ingenious.
A notification popped up on the system screen in the mind's eye at the opportune moment:
[System Description: The "spatial power" perceived by the host is actually the teleportation technology of the Warhammer world.]
This technology uses scientific means to create a brief subspace channel in real space, enabling the instantaneous transfer of matter.
[The principle is similar to spatial teleportation techniques in the cultivation world, but the implementation methods are completely different. The cultivation world relies on the cultivator's own understanding of the laws of space, while the Warhammer world relies on mechanical devices to guide subspace energy.]
[Supplement: This technology has low precision and carries the risk of teleportation accidents (such as the fusion of the teleportation target and destination matter, or interception by subspace creatures during teleportation). With a host at the peak of the Mahayana stage in understanding spatial laws, interfering with or blocking such teleportation is extremely easy.]
"I see." Qin Mo nodded slightly. "Using machinery to simulate the laws of space... that's certainly a novel approach."
He paused, a slight smile playing on his lips.