The consul-general's snake eyes locked onto Datch, filled with undisguised malice.
Fulgrim's sickly-sweet, venomous voice came from his mouth:
"A pitiful mortal, a worm crawling in the dust of reality—what right do you have to speak of me?"
"While I still have a shred of mercy and patience, kneel and beg for my forgiveness. Then, perhaps, you may have a good end. Otherwise, I will show you what is worse than death."
Datch looked surprised at the threat.
He thought, "This NPC's emotional AI is really advanced—he's willing to abandon the main plot just to argue with me. The more I play, the more interesting this game gets."
Too bad Fulgrim picked the wrong person to mess with.
He was not like Guilliman, who just bottled up his anger when insulted by enemies.
Datch's life motto was always: if you can blame others, don't blame yourself.
Besides, could the Fourth Wall Breakers really be bullied by an NPC?
"Ferrus said you're a loser—a pitiful slave to Chaos—and that becoming friends with you was the worst decision of his life."
"Horus said he'd gladly let Fulgrim die if it meant getting an angel on his side. He even left thrones for Sanguinius and Guilliman on the Vengeful Spirit."
"Perturabo said, 'Why can't my teammates be Guilliman, Sanguinius, or Lion? Why do I get Fulgrim and Angron, these losers?'"
Every word struck Fulgrim's sorest spots.
Fulgrim always strove for perfection—in strategy, in appearance—to surpass his brothers.
Datch's words ripped open a bloody truth: he was not as good as his brothers.
Lies don't hurt; truth is a knife.
And knowing Horus and the others, they'd absolutely have said something like this.
"I—will—kill—you!!"
Fulgrim went completely mad.
All elegance and artistry vanished in an instant, leaving only raw, primal killing intent.
Voldus, several Grey Knights, and the psykers led by Chief Librarians all moved to restrain him.
No matter how furious, Fulgrim was powerless here.
This was the real universe—he couldn't project his power.
"Come on then! Kill me if you can."
"Fulgrim, if you don't show up, I'll look down on you."
"Forget it, you're so thick-skinned, you're used to being looked down on."
Datch jumped in front of the consul-general, beckoning with a finger—utterly arrogant.
Fulgrim was so angry his mouth twisted.
If he was guilty, let fate judge him—not be tormented by this bastard.
"I'll be watching you. Always watching. Never dream of escaping my grasp. I swear I'll make you wish you'd never spoken today's words," Fulgrim spat, every word dripping with malice.
As Datch loaded his shotgun, he replied:
"No time to waste on a loser like you. Next time, send your boss to talk to me."
"Today, I'll deal with your proxy. When I break into the warp, you'll be the first one I look for."
"I'll strip off your scales, beat you senseless, make you crap yourself, then beat you into the crap, use your face as a mop for the palace toilets, and hang you from the walls of the Imperial Palace so everyone can see your ugliness."
"Oh, and I'll write a three-volume, nine-part Secret History of Fulgrim's Ascension about how you shook your butt and hooked up with Slaanesh just to win your place as a daemon prince, and hire a bunch of Pink Horrors and Nurgle spirits to recite it on every corner of the warp, so your story spreads everywhere."
Voldus, Tigurius, and the others twitched.
They knew exactly what Pink Horrors and Nurgle spirits were.
They had to admit—this guy's mouth was terrifying, enough to drive a daemon primarch mad.
Archmagos Cawl instinctively recorded Datch's words, marking them as high-grade, requiring top-level clearance.
Celestine wanted to protest such unclean words, but seeing Guilliman silent, she chose to remain quiet.
Greyfax considered creating a new, top-level Heretic Inquisition file for this mysterious "Emperor's Angel," titled:
[Unknown Origin Individual: Possesses Extreme Unconventional Cognitive Pollution and Info-Warfare Abilities]
Amalrich and Garrien quietly gave Datch a thumbs-up.
They were all Astartes—how come he was so epic?
"Ahhh!!"
Fulgrim went completely berserk, his reason snapped, and he howled with rage.
"Enough with the screaming. You're just annoying."
Datch pulled the trigger.
With a bang, the consul-general's head exploded.
The remaining body dissipated into black mist before everyone's eyes.
As his consciousness was pulled back into the warp, Fulgrim let out a final, venomous scream echoing at the border of reality and the void:
"I'll kill you!"
Datch was unimpressed, blowing the smoke from his shotgun.
"Another pleasant and beautiful day. Praise the Emperor."
Guilliman watched the whole scene without a word, quietly learning from Datch:
Making the enemy angry is a strategy.
Because of the distance and the broadcast cut off immediately, the masses didn't know the details—they only knew a traitor had been killed.
Thus, the celebration ended perfectly.
Next, Guilliman began official talks with the Yannari.
After hours of discussion, Yvraine represented the Yannari and reached an agreement with Guilliman on fighting Chaos, Tyranids, and other threats—the two races formally established a partnership.
Datch's mission was complete.
[Congratulations on completing the mission: Broker an alliance between the Imperium of Man and the Yannari.]
[Rewards: 2000 EXP, 2000 points, Poké Ball x5]
When the mission prompt appeared, five Poké Balls appeared in Datch's inventory.
"I need to find a daemon to test these Poké Balls."
Datch took one out, playing with it in his hand.
Poké Balls are for catching Pokémon—but in the Warhammer universe, there were no Pokémon, only plenty of daemons.
The question was: where to find daemons?
Directly entering the warp or daemon worlds was out of the question—too dangerous.
"Maybe I can get on Voldus's good side and see if he'll help me summon a daemon."
Datch set his sights on the Grey Knights.
If any Imperial organization knew daemons, it was the Grey Knights—second would be the Daemonhunters.
Greyfax was from the Inquisition and great at dealing with heretics, but probably not at summoning daemons.
With that, Datch headed off to find Voldus.
He bounced along, sometimes ducking, sometimes standing up, occasionally shadow boxing or switching weapons.
Honestly, if it weren't for his miracles, he'd have long been declared insane and shipped off to Baal's Black Tower for penal duty.
At this moment, Voldus was discussing the reconquest of Ultramar with Guilliman, Cawl, Greyfax, Amalrich, and others.
They planned to split into three armies to battle Chaos in the Dror, Talassa, and Pameneo systems.
Guilliman wanted to restore the old Ultramar, turning it into a beacon and example for other sectors.
Datch bounced into the strategy room; no one stopped him.
Celestine, Greyfax, and others saluted him with the Aquila, showing respect.
Guilliman looked surprised—this mysterious "Emperor's Angel" had never attended a meeting before. What got into him?
As it turned out, the primarch was overthinking.
Datch walked up to Voldus:
"Grand Master, is there anything I can do for you?"
Voldus, a battle-hardened Grey Knight, felt his facial muscles twitch, a wave of helplessness rising in his heart.
All these years fighting for the Emperor, facing brutal daemons and cunning heretics, he'd never met anyone so unpredictable.
Can't you at least let people finish their sentences?
He ranted internally, but his face stayed calm.
"Assign him any unfinished tasks."
Guilliman spoke up, with a hint of pity.
This nameless Astartes was always impatient with everyone—let him talk too long and he'd shout, "Skip, skip!"
Voldus thought for a moment, then said:
"Honored Emperor's Angel, though the Chaos army has been repelled, cunning daemons still lurk in Macragge, hiding among the people like poison in the blood. Please help us root out these foul beings and purify Macragge."
A task screen appeared before Datch's eyes:
[Mission: Identify and eliminate the daemons hidden among Macragge's people. 0/3]
[Description: The cheers of victory still echo, but shadow remains. Three daemons skilled at disguise and deception have hidden themselves during the chaos. They are ticking time bombs, ready to cause new terror and casualties. Find them before disaster strikes!]
[Reward: 800 EXP, 800 points, Reputation +120, Sadako's Videotape x1]
Seeing the last reward, Datch scratched his head.
"What's Sadako's videotape good for in Warhammer? Could she beat anyone?"
He imagined Sadako crawling out of a TV facing a Terminator-armored Grey Knight, a Librarian, or a priest blessed by the Emperor…
Just picturing it felt cruel—pure workplace bullying for Sadako.
As for real warp daemons—she'd probably be torn apart as a toy.
Some pranksters might even collect her as a crawling, horror-themed figurine.
Still, the daemon-catching mission was perfect to test the new Poké Balls.
From now on, he'd pursue his dream of becoming the galaxy's #1 Pokémon Master.
Datch nodded to Voldus:
"Grand Master, I will expel the daemons."
Before Voldus could reply, Datch bounced away, heading for the mission site.
On the way, he kicked over a metal box, sending it clattering.
A low-ranked tech-priest stared blankly at his overturned box, then looked up at the bouncing, shadow-boxing Datch, his cyber-eye flashing with grievance and confusion.
"So what, low-ranked priests just get bullied? Imperial bullying! I'll report this to Mars, to Terra—surely somewhere in the galaxy is reasonable."
"What? That guy's the Omnissiah's avatar? …Never mind then."
In the strategy room, Guilliman, Cawl, Celestine, Greyfax, and others watched Datch leave, falling silent.
The vast strategy room was filled only with the hum of machinery and servos.
Finally, Living Saint Celestine broke the silence:
"Let the angel handle his own matters. Let's continue discussing Ultramar's reconquest and strategies against Chaos."
Discussion resumed about troop deployments, logistics, and world communications.
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Bonus chapter 100 PS