Timothy — aka Random Cultist AThe day started just like any other, huddling in the dark caverns and hoping against all hope that the great tyrant will grant them enough strength to resist the ining alien filth.

  A part of Timothy even wished that the deplorable servants of the corpse emperor will clear out the alien mehout them having to do anything. That was a weak thought, a thought the tyrant of blood would probably fy him for if the great one ever bothered to himself with a weak and insignifit speck like himself.

  The Master — the leader of the cult Timothy art of — was just as unfiving. The one saving grace of that was that he wasn't omnist, even with his blessings. He couldn't read timothy's thoughts and as such, Timothy’s skin remaitached to his body even if his thoughts strayed.

  The caverns were dark, damp and cold. Timothy was less than pleased about having to be there, but he was still just an acolyte. He'd have to prove himself before he could even y his eyes on the Master's visage.

  Oh, how powerful and majestic he must be to be blessed by the Blood God. The Master rophet of the God himself! He was the reason they were called 'The Prophets of the Waking Tyrant'.

  Still, unseen majesty was not enough to keep Timothy warm and the incessant whimpering and sobbing of the fortunate fools who were to bee the sacrifices to the Tyrant were quickly getting on his straining nerves. He wasn't the only og over sacrifices-to-be, but it was still an honorable duty few acolytes received.

  Even if it was damned annoying.

  "Shut UP!" He gred into the darkness beyond the rusty iron bars, getting muffled sobs iurn for his outburst.

  "Idiots," he mented. "'t you see that you have beeed? Soon you will have the fortuo bee sources of power for the Great Tyrant!"

  Mothers sileheir children however they could, while fathers and the other men huddled around them protectively.

  Timothy snorted and crossed his arms. It didn't matter if they uood how important their sacrifice was. They were privileged! They were blessed!

  The Master decided to duct a Ritual which would empower himself and his followers! Timothy even overheard that he nning on fog all the deaths and suffering on Baal into a summoning ritual.

  He might just be lucky enough to y his eyes upon one of the Blood God's children.

  He could barely wait. It would be glorious! They would be strong enough to stop hiding in the dirt and finally finish off those sorry excuses fels.

  Which was why his duty was important. These sacrifices had to be kept alive and secured.

  He would do his duty to the utmost and soon a bright future would dawn on The Prophets of the Waking Tyrant.

  Timothy smiled to himself, daydreaming about tearing apart one of those gold-cd beings most worship as angels on the p and painting the surface of Baal red with their blood.

  There was nothing that could stand in their way! Sacrifices were set! The blood angels were hiding in their monastery and the Master grew stronger by the sed!

  The cold bony hand of dread grasped timothy by the spine and froze him stiff.

  The ground trembled as distant screams of unbearable anguish echoed down into the dark caverns. He could feel something was very wrong … but the master should ha. He handled everything before!

  "Stay." he gred into the cages behind him. "If I see any of you outside of a cage, I am making you watch me butcher one of your children."

  With that doimothy forced his body to move. His ingled and the unnatural feeling of pure terror was still present at the back of his mind, but fury was overtaking it.

  Someone wao stop them! Someone dared to stand in the way of HIS WILL!?

  Uable.

  Despite him not knowing, Timothy was using the single biggest ter to Psychic powers at that moment.

  Mindless, overwhelming and ever-burning RAGE.

  He rushed up the twisting tunnels, not even b to grab a torch, only following his subsemories to navigate the caverns until the ground turned into rockcrete under his feet.

  He slowed, a part of him realising he was losing himself te in the middle of a crowd on made up of his brothers and sisters. That was uable.

  He calmed himself with great effort, the redness slowly crawling back from his vision.

  The tral hall's doors id to the sides, bent and in more parts than they were supposed to be. Standing on his toes, Timothy caught a gnside and the terror from before came back with a vengeance.

  Blood and fragments of what had been a human once coated the hall.

  Fractured armed clothiing the cult’s insignia and a sword he knew very well to have beloo the Master were left all around the hall. The st of which was still grasped by a gau, unfortunately it e the elbow in a bloody stump coated in ashen blood.

  That was the rgest intact part that remained of what was ohe Master. The rest was blood and ash.

  Then the ground trembled again, several magnitudes strohan before, and with an anguished screech, the rockcrete ceiling of the hall bent outwards and tore itself out.

  Timothy fell backwards as he watched in amazement as the torn apart ceiling, along with tens of meters of the sandstone above it, went flying into the air as if an invisible colossus had grasped it and ya out.

  Timothy, like many other acolytes around him, stared up into the gaping hole as if the mohat did this would poke its head into it and finally, they could uand even a fra of what was going on.

  The older members, ohat were the inner circle of the Master, started shouting orders to gear up for an ining attack, but Timothy couldn't care less about that at the moment.

  He raised a shaking finger and pointed up into the hole, though his voice failed him as an armoured form plummeted down and smacked into the ter of the bloodied hall.

  "ATTACK!" "KILL IT!"

  What do you mean 'it'? That is a single woman.

  That was the st thought that went through Timothy's tired mind before a flesh eating worm made a meal out of his brain.

  I watched on with a small smile as Selene hopped into the hole I made.

  Of course, I kept in stant tact with her armour just to make sure I could get there if any naughty demons came forth and preseheir asses for a whopping. I would spank them so hard even their demonic daddies could feel it. A part of me even wahem to e, just so I could send a message.

  It was better if the Chaos Gods didn’t go all panicked just yet though. When the Emperor was around and showed off his capability to obliterate demons, they quickly realized that they weren’t so immortal anymore.

  That was good and all, but it resulted in them going ‘Alright, time to get serious now!’ as if they were y anime protagonists who’d just gotten thrown through a row of trees.

  ‘Meh … at most that feathery fuck will e bad I get to see whether I beat its ass already.’

  [ ~ding~ likelihood of that happening should the Lord of ge return is designated as: ‘dubious’]

  I rolled my eyes, the just food measure rolled my shoulders too.

  With Selly off to feed the dumb cultists to the worms, I could go off on my own mini adventure. I’d be loath to admit, but letting that giganti leave freely after trying to make a meal out of me had prickled my pride.

  I rather liked my self-procimed apex-predator title aien — even if unsuccessfully — doesn’t really correte to that, so the worm had to die.

  A third eye opened up on my forehead as I rolled my two natural ones. For some dumb reason, the Navigator eye worked about 20% more effitly and effectively when it was in the middle of my forehead. Historical aeric significe of chakra points or whatever seemingly still affected such things, even if I was using my pool of Soul Energy entirely separate from the .

  At least I made the eye vertical and pure white — no pupils or irises at all. It helped calm my aesthetistincts which were disgusted by how Navigators had the eyes horizontally on their forehead.

  Looking into the third eye of a Navigator makes people go crazy because it is a window into the , which is inprehensible to them. I wonder what would happen if a mortal looked into my eye?

  I cast my gaze around, my fanew eye burning with a white light as it surveyed my surroundings and found no onlookers aside from the soon-to-be-dead cultists down below. Which meant I could test out some of my more eldritbsp;upgrades while I hunted down that rger bestial soul swimming around in the dirt only a few kilometers away from here.

  It would have been challenging to find it if all I had to track it was its soul, animalistic souls almost bleogether with the regur energy, uhe shining little fmes that were human souls.

  Fortunately for me and unfortunately for this rown noodle, I had gravity sensors built into my Psyker form that I stole from the Narwhal and with it being as big as it was; it was geing seismic shockwaves as it moved.

  There was just ohing I wao do before I went after it.

  With no curious onlookers who would snite to either Dante uiliman when he finally hauled his blue ass over here, I could test out my new bat Form. I didn’t want to just waste all that time and brainpower I (my mind-cores) have put into it by always using my Psyker Form.

  Plus, ohe Swarmlord had its DNA deciphered, it’d bee redundant, and I’d have to make a new bat Form.

  Even if it was a siest, I wao try it out.

  My Wrathbone … wait no, I came up with another name for it, Soulbone? I think?

  Right. My Soulbone skeleton phased out of my body and into that weird space I had overid on my body, which sent my body flopping down bonelessly. Then, before it even touched the ground, my form swelled.

  A sed ter I was standing again, my previous skeleton feeling tiny in parison as it swam around in my new body. I could fit into my new, enormous arms.

  Even if I wasn’t especially fond of the look, there was much to be liked about my bat Form. It y of a rger Hive Tryrant, psychoactive carapace c muscles and tendons reinforced by meta materials I couldn’t quite make sense of and simirly interwoven with psychic els.

  This Form had everything my Psyker one had aside from the Soulbone base, that was a static thing and it somehow felt wasteful to make new Soulbone skeletal structures for eay Forms and their variations.

  I needed versatility; I was a damned shapeshifting bundle of tentacles at the core of my being, so even tying my Psyker form to a static skeleto … unfortable to a part of me. Still, it grounded me in a way that wasirely detrimental.

  Enough thinking, there is a noodle to sughter.

  A Bonesword fitting for my new size formed in my hand, using my trusty staff, Atiesh as its core. Force field geing ans spread around my body, powered up and vibrated with energy as my many neural systems already worked in tao predict attacks and calcute probabilities.

  There was no way I’d leave such overpoodies out of this Form.

  I flickered. No, I didn’t use Blink, but I moved with a speed not much worse than had I used the Spell.

  My legs crossed hundreds of meters with each step and within the sed I left my previous spot, I was already feeling the ground vibrate beh my feet from the Worm’s movement.

  With a mental smirk, I let an ever so tiny drop of Soul Energy drip down into the .

  The ground shook, and I kicked myself away from the ground, seismic tremors vibrated the sand as I followed the epiter of them quickly closing in on my previous position with my gaze.

  ‘There you are!’

  I sent myself swooping back down, sword readied and muscles tightening.

  Teeth as rge as an average human broke through the crag ground in a rough circle. The inner part of it already falling down into the gaping maw of the beast, which was sizzling with potent enough acid to dissolve anything it entered.

  Well, anything it entered before me.

  The Psyker form might have been in a tight spot back there, but the bat form would hold out as long as I had Soul Energy to power its defences with. Simple acid couldn’t even touch my body with the force fields being up and going in overdrive.

  Teeth sogether with a disturbing crack, the beast still not knowing that its prey was heading for its head with a giant psychic sword instead of dissolving in its mouth, if that thing could be called a mouth.

  It obviously wasn’t the brightest worm uhe rock, aher did it have the best sight. Why would it o, when it lived mostly underground?

  That meant that the first moment it got an inkling of ahat something was wrong was when my four meter long sword sank into its shell up to the hilt.

  The beast let out a low sound that no human could have ever heard, but I felt it might have been a growl. It was deep and powerful … and hurt.

  Two new arms popped out of my torso, bursting through my carapad sank their spear tipped ends into the rough shell of the beast, seg me to it. Then I ripped my sword back out a it back down, now filled to the brim with densed psychic fmes, which exploded as I plu back down.

  The carapace cracked under my feet, and the beast shifted. It probably wao shake me off, but until it could use the earth to grind away at me, that wasn’t going to happen.

  I think they call this ‘breag’ right? When dolphins e out of the water and flop ba?

  The breag hadn’t even reached its apex yet, so the beast could only bear with the subsequent psychic explosions digging further and further into its armoured shell.

  Sword pierced a yer of armour, explosion cracked it and I tore out the fragmented carapace with Telekinesis or just went bad sent them flying off with a distah another explosion.

  I felt like I was being uive. I had all the space magic at the tips of my fingers … cws, and all I was using was fmes, TK and explosions. Yeah, I had those Biomancy tricks, but those hardly worked on a Tyranid bioform.

  I cycled through basic magical stuff I knew about in my head as I tinued bsting through the carapace.

  Lighting, that was easy and I could do it already, but that wasn’t too effective for my current problem.

  Telepathy was useless too at the moment, and so reition and other simir abilities.

  I needed something that did pure, unadulterated damage.

  Maybe making giant tools out of Psychiergy like Green Lanter could work? Nah, good idea but not for this, hmmmm.

  Vitality. I could drain vitality out of living things, couldn’t I?

  A try firmed that yes, I could do that with the Worm, but most of its outer carapace wasn’t quite living. It was like hair or nails for a human and it was dead in a sense. No vitality to be found there.

  Then a small part of me that should have died in highschool like it was supposed to, reend using something darker. Void. Space. Curses.

  I wasn’t sure whether Warhammer Psyics could do either of those, but seeing as Blied, space could be maniputed by it and that meant there was a way to o.

  [~ding~ Creating a bck hht where you are is a suboptimal idea. Ripping a hole into reality, being a step worse still! Not reended!]

  Killjoys.

  My gaze locked onto my sword, and along with it my senses focused on it as it plunged down into the hardened armour for the up tenth time. If I ’t have Void Magic … this would have to do.

  The power field crag around it with some bluish energy made this sword so powerful. Heh, that’s why they call it a power sword.

  These sorts of ons worked with a molecur disruption field which allowed the sword to cut through any material it touched by weakening the molecur bonds in the unfortunate object.

  I want that … but better.

  I also had the Gauss Fyer which would ht atomize anything it hit, but I felt that would be a ‘higher-level’ spell if you will. I’d learn molecur disruption from this first and maybe work my to disiing molecur bonds with a Spell.

  Yessss.

  Our velocity slowed, and I hat I’d have another few seds before the worm buried itself bato the ground, with me stig to its side like a leaot that it’d do much to help it anymore. I dug out quite the little cavern for myself here and I was more ‘i than ‘on’ it at the moment. Even if I hadn’t touched a si of living flesh yet.

  If I had to have had an ih uanding of exactly how the power field disrupted molecur bonds, I wouldn’t have been even close to replig it, but Psychic bullshit didn’t work like that. It was enough that I felt how it worked, had the picture of how it worked and k could work along with ample willpower and energy to make it all happen.

  At least I hoped so. In a gaxy where random Psykers could stop time and turire legions to dust, it shouldn’t be much of a stretch.

  No. I do this. I WILL do this!

  I felt the Soul Energy c through my body surge, vibrating with new purpose as it flowed down into my hand grasping the sword and into it.

  With a grin on my face, I raised my sword and drove it down again. It sank in deeply and nothing happened for a long sed as I held the rapidly growing amount of energies flowing into the sword at bay. Let them dense some more.

  Then I let go. Dark abyss bck fmes exploded outwards without a sound, there was no thundering explosion as instead of shockwaves, the fmes just ht ate up any matter they came in tact with.

  Molecur bonds dissolved and the dozens of meters of hardened carapace fked away, dissolving into nothing more than dust.

  The beast made another sound, a deep guttural groan as the fmes reached its flesh and seared it blood just before running out of energy.

  If I had lips and a too lick them with, I would have done so.

  It was time for payback.

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