The Sword of Hope indeed erased the tumorous tissue and residual viruses of the Nurgle plague from his shoulder, but the flames on it also turned the still intact tissue on his shoulder into charcoal.
The bleeding did stop, because the bleeding areas were all charred.
Valerius: Crap!
Additional note: This chapter has removed emoticons that affect the reading experience.
It had to be said that the effect of his Sword of Hope against warp energies was truly visible to the naked eye.
Valerius, who had been weakly half-lying on the ground unable to get up, could now stand up and prepare to escape.
After all, to be precise, he could stand up entirely because of the pain. His body's self-preservation mechanism provided him with the strength for a "sit-up."
And if the Arbites weren't still holding him, he guaranteed he could run the 100 meters in ten seconds.
"Ah! Holy crap! Hurry up! (｀皿´)!"
Valerius's scream made the heretics who intended to surround this place hesitate to step forward. This scream was beyond what ordinary people could produce. They didn't even dare to think about what had happened here.
Moreover, they didn't understand why the scream could be accompanied by the sound of sizzling oil. Wouldn't something really explode here... never mind, never mind, just ignore this place. The further away, the better. Whatever happens, happens.
Valerius's legs were shaking uncontrollably. It hurt too damn much. He had used fire for battlefield emergency treatment of wounds before, but it wasn't this painful back then!
The feeling now was like slicing three centimeters of meat and soul from his shoulder into thin shreds at a speed of a hundred cuts per second. The dense and continuous pain almost made him mentally collapse.
He suddenly felt a little envious of the three World Eaters just now. At least they could die quickly, while he had to constantly endure this inhuman pain.
"If it hurts, we can actually add some physical anesthesia. I'll be quick, just one hit to your head will do."
Valerius's trembling from the pain made him feel a little embarrassed, but he couldn't help it. He had originally envisioned cutting through it like a hot knife through butter, directly removing the tumor, but now it seemed that wasn't the case at all. This thing had taken root.
Cutting it off rashly would directly kill old man Valerius. He could only slowly let the flames gradually penetrate, burning the roots of this tumor completely.
"There's one more thing. If possible, can you first let go of these two Arbites you're holding onto with both hands? Why do I feel like they're in more pain than you are?"
Sanguinius's words received unanimous agreement from the two Arbites being held by Valerius's arms. They were veteran Arbites who had worked with this old man for a long time and knew that this old man liked to grab onto something when he was in pain. But they hadn't had time to dodge and ended up having their shoulders grabbed by the old man.
And now, they really felt that their pain was not much different from this old man's.
The pent-up vulgarities in Valerius's heart were completely detonated at this moment. Without even thinking, he immediately unleashed a torrent of verbal abuse, hoarsely shouting, "You↗ fart↘! (｀皿´)!"
"You're standing there talking without a backache! Try having this sword stabbed into you! If you don't go meet the Emperor on the spot, I guarantee to introduce you to a top female Inquisitor!"
"Hurry up! I can't take this pain at all!"
Valerius was really about to break down. During that short period, from the underhive scum to the high lords of the Imperium, he had basically cursed every object he could think of, only stopping short of cursing the Emperor.
If this cutting continued for another half a minute, he guaranteed he would even cross that red line. At that point, forget cursing the Emperor, if you gave him a choice between continuing to suffer pain and directly challenging the Blood God, he would choose the latter without hesitation.
"You said it yourself. I'm really going to let go now. Don't say anything later."
After receiving permission, a smile that Valerius considered sinister and deserving of death appeared on Sanguinius's face.
Because the sword blade cutting the rotten flesh on his shoulder roared like a double-barreled melta at this moment, which made him wonder if what was on his shoulder was actually a sword or a melta launcher.
The instantly increased severe pain made Valerius's roar twist out of tune. If there was any summoning ritual on site, it would surely attract a Greater Daemon of Slaanesh proficient in torture.
Maybe it would even have to listen in, without the qualification to participate.
"Holy crap, stop it, stop it! Just kill me!"
"It's really a waste of your talent not being an Inquisitor! If you came to the Inquisition, even Grand Master would have to give up his seat for you! Even a Greater Daemon of Slaanesh would feel unworthy of being a Greater Daemon!"
Valerius's shout made Sanguinius pause for a moment. How old would someone be now if Valerius called them "old man"?
However, this question only troubled him for a few seconds, and then Sanguinius continued his long treatment (torture) work on Valerius.
A few minutes later, the surrounding Arbites looked at Sanguinius with a mixture of awe and avoidance. They guaranteed that if they ever had to choose between being treated by this person and dying, they would immediately choose to end their lives.
It was too terrifying. This wasn't saving people at all; it was clearly an interrogation scene. Just as Inquisitor Valerius said, if this person took a position in the Inquisition, then the Grand Master of the Inquisition would really have to give up his seat for him.
If they didn't know that this person was a human compatriot in every sense, they would probably have thought it was some Greater Daemon of Slaanesh in disguise.
"Cough cough, well, the virus on Valerius's shoulder has been eliminated. Although many unexpected situations occurred during this treatment operation, and even the treated person fell into a coma, this was still a perfect treatment operation, wasn't it?"
Sanguinius looked at the surrounding Arbites. Those who were seen nodded their heads at the fastest speed of their lives, agreeing with this statement, but in their hearts, they had already shaken their heads left and right into a blur.
Just kidding, who would dare disagree at this moment?
Disagreement meant not giving face to this great god in front of them. What if the other person got anxious and used you to experiment with the latest flame medical (interrogation) method?
Didn't you see Inquisitor Valerius fall under the powerful treatment effect of this interrogation method... cough, this medical method? Could it be that you think you can endure more than Inquisitor Valerius?
Facing this group of Arbites with smiling faces and "mmp" in their eyes, Sanguinius didn't know what to say. After all, looking at Valerius, who was lying on the back of an Arbites, rolling his eyes and foaming at the mouth, he really didn't think he could say anything more.
Or rather, he really didn't know what he could say that would make these Arbites in front of him believe him from the bottom of their hearts.
"Um, I said Valerius fainted happily because the treatment was over, do you believe that?"
"Yes, of course we believe it!"
Nonsense, that inhuman torture finally ended. Who wouldn't be happy?
Even if you didn't faint, you had to pretend to faint, otherwise what if it happened again?
No one could withstand a second round.
As for Valerius?
He was probably having nightmares now...
After all, a golden demon wielding the Sword of Damocles was chasing after him, stabbing him while constantly muttering words like "Does it hurt?"
Hmm, he was sleeping very peacefully, probably had been for a while.
"Lord, welcome back safely. Someone might want to see you."
When Sanguinius returned to the elevator shaft with the Arbites and the unconscious Valerius, Andrea, who was stationed here, immediately greeted him.
Their defenses seemed to have undergone some changes. In addition to the increased number of Planetary Defense Force personnel, there were also more heavy bolter launchers and individual rocket launchers.
Most importantly, he saw a dozen Astartes wearing yellow painted power armor.
The white-backed red heart tear mark on their left shoulder had already indicated the true identity of these Astartes: Astartes monks belonging to the Lamenters Chapter.
They arrived so quickly?
"Andrea, when did the Lamenters land on Valentino?"
"About nine Terra hours ago. Counting from when you entered the depths of the underhive, a full nine Terra hours have passed."
How much? Nine Terra hours??
This number stunned Sanguinius and the still-conscious Arbites behind him. After exchanging glances, they dared to guarantee that they hadn't been in the underhive for nine Terra hours, so it was even more impossible for Lord Sanguinius to have been in for nine Terra hours.
"You're not lying to me, are you? How could it be nine Terra hours? From the time I entered the underhive to bringing Valerius and them back, it's been at most two Terra hours."
"Lord, you must be joking. How could we possibly lie to you about this matter?"
Seemingly to confirm the reliability of his words, Andrea directly took out a pocket watch from his chest. Sanguinius took it and realized that the time on it really had passed nine Terra hours.
This type of pocket watch was specially made by the Inquisition personnel entrusted by Valerius. Unless Valerius's own fingerprint unlocked the encryption lock, no one could change the time on this pocket watch.
"Does anyone have a pocket watch? Check the time."
"Lord, I have one here."
The Arbites carrying Valerius on his back took out another pocket watch from his chest, a precious pure mechanical watch without any electronic devices, making it virtually impossible to be distorted or altered.
But the time indicated by the hands on it shocked those responsible for guarding the elevator shaft. Their pocket watch clearly pointed to eleven o'clock at night, while Sanguinius's and the others' pocket watch pointed to four o'clock in the afternoon.
One had to know that Lord Sanguinius had entered the depths of the underhive around two o'clock in the afternoon.
If calculated according to Sanguinius's and the others' pocket watch, then their time entering the depths of the underhive was really only a mere two hours.
This change made Sanguinius frown deeply. If the flow of time in the depths of the underhive had begun to change, then this planet was really approaching the point of being unusable.
From the beginning, he had been suspicious of one thing. According to the records of the Ecclesiarchy, the Khorne and Nurgle factions should be mortal enemies, yet now they could simultaneously appear in the underhive of Valentino, which was already a suspicious point in itself.
Nine…
A Tzeentch daemon also came???
Was that roar in the underhive a Tzeentch daemon's???
Holy crap, I thought it was the sound of a Greater Daemon of Khorne or Nurgle! Turns out it was a blue-feathered birdman!
Then that made sense. As a master of trickery, the Tzeentch daemon used both Khorne and Nurgle to complete its own plan, treating them as tools for its actions.
The anomaly in the flow of time was also caused by the warp sorcery performed by the Greater Daemon of Tzeentch in the deepest part, all to influence the human forces entering the underhive.
"Let's put this matter aside for now. Seal off the underhive tightly. Do not let anyone enter, and do not let any existence leave. You come over here, walk under the Sword of Hope one by one."
After returning the pocket watches to their owners, Sanguinius turned to look at the Arbites behind him.
Although these people had gone down with Valerius, it was not guaranteed that some of them hadn't already been replaced by Tzeentch daemons.
Taking advantage of the chaos to make small moves was a consistent tactic of Tzeentch daemons. To ensure their identity safety, only those who safely passed under the Sword of Hope could enter the mid-hive. Any warp creature would be burned to ashes by the flames erupting from the Sword of Hope.
"You go first."
After glancing at the Arbites carrying Valerius, Sanguinius signaled the other party to be the first to walk under the sword. Valerius now needed to get better medical treatment as soon as possible. He had to return to the mid-hive or even the upper hive first.
If the number of Planetary Defense Force personnel stationed at the elevator shaft had increased, it meant that the arrival of the Lamenters Chapter had forced the Planetary Defense Force controlled by the local nobles to be transferred here to fill the gap in combat power.
Then the Ecclesiarchy and the Sisters of Battle, originally blocked by the nobles, would gradually be able to become active again due to the reduced intensity of the blockade.
The medicae sisters could leave the upper hive and provide better medical care for Valerius. He also needed to go to the Ecclesiarch Bishop of Valentino. The little blue-robed man was still under the other party's custody. He needed to figure out when the Tzeentch daemon had started its plan.
Was it from when he saw the book on shelf number nine, or before that?
After entrusting Valerius to be carried by Andrea, this Arbites slowly walked under the Sword of Hope. The Sword of Hope suspended above his head showed no abnormalities.
"There's no need to worry about whether this sword will accidentally injure you. Anyone loyal to the Emperor will not be harmed by it. Its flames will only burn those who oppose the Emperor and stand against humanity. If you have a clear conscience, then you can completely relax and walk through."
Sanguinius was much taller than them, and the Sword of Hope in his hand was suspended high above their heads, allowing these Arbites to walk through in large strides without needing to bend down or lower their heads.
As one Arbites after another safely passed, an accident occurred when it was the twenty-seventh person's turn.
He was much thinner than the other Arbites and was now timid and cautious. Although his eyes didn't dart around, his unsteady steps attracted the attention of Sanguinius and the others around him.
The Lamenters, who had been watching this side since Sanguinius appeared, also shifted their gazes over, even aiming the muzzles of the bolters in their hands at this faltering Arbites.
"You... why are you so cowardly?"
As soon as Sanguinius finished speaking, this Arbites immediately underwent a change. His body burst into fierce blue flames and charged towards Sanguinius.
This was a Tzeentchian Pyrae!
The warp energy, strengthened by unknown means, directly broke through the defense of the protective force field on Sanguinius's body.
Finally, it solidly collided with the Sword of Hope that Sanguinius urgently raised to defend his chest. Golden and blue flames burned each other, and the scene only calmed down after the blue flames gradually dissipated.
"Lord, are you alright?"
"Don't worry, this can't hurt me... wait, who are you?"
"Malakim Phoros, Chapter Master of the Lamenters Chapter."
Although Malakim's tone was calm, in reality, his heart had already set off a monstrous wave.
Too similar, almost identical, how is this possible?
I have never seen anyone so similar to the gene-father slumbering in the stasis crypt!
Even the gene-seed within my body is faintly throbbing. What exactly is going on?
In fact, they had originally only wanted to resupply on Valentino and leave after sending some battle-brothers to deal with the underhive, as they hadn't been to Valentino for almost a year.
But when he learned that a person who looked incredibly similar to their gene-father had appeared on Valentino a few months ago, he decided to stay on Valentino for a while longer.
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