Chapter 568

The Grey Knights are the Empire’s most secretive and elite psyker warrior organization, founded with the sole purpose of combating the growing power of Chaos demons, specializing in handling all events tied to the Warp.

Precisely because of this, every Grey Knight’s selection is inevitably an extremely long and brutally harsh process, with an exceptionally high fatality rate!

A candidate for the Grey Knights must possess two conditions simultaneously.

First: an unyielding and flawless purity of soul!

Yu Lin couldn’t help but drift into idle thoughts, yet her body grew increasingly comfortable from Chen Fei’s massage—as if a warm current flowed through her, making her limbs soft and warm, prompting her to unconsciously sway slightly.

Wu Yulin walked out of the living room straight toward the side hall, feeling he couldn’t let his mother abandon her feelings for Uncle He so easily—she should at least fight for them. At the corridor outside He Yehua’s room, he raised his hand to knock, but then heard He Yehua answering a phone call, freezing his hand mid-air.

When the two energies were released, Huo Ling finally exhaled in relief—this first step of inheritance had been successfully completed.

“Sigh, forget it. He never loved me anyway…” Anna looked melancholy, but she still managed to keep her reason, ensuring she didn’t provoke the Duke’s anger.

The pain he had never felt since acquiring the Fan game now struck Chen Fei with unbearable force—until suddenly, it seemed… seemed… less intense. In that instant, Chen Fei was bewildered: had he become numb to pain, or had the Chaotic Body finally begun to take effect?

After washing the dishes, I sat on the sofa watching a idol drama with the dominatrix. It had been so long since we’d watched TV together, especially like this—quietly side by side. The dominatrix still cried uncontrollably over the clichéd plot. I chuckled quietly beside her, handing her tissues.

Duan Zhong paused, then didn’t hesitate—he drew his sword from his waist and swung it with full force toward Duan Zhengjing. It was a move devoid of any flourish, for a Master-level martial artist requires no techniques or sword forms—only raw power, enough to reduce an opponent to dust.

Chen Fei gazed outward; the empty sky gradually revealed a rainbow, which slowly took shape until it became an arched bridge stretching from the edge of Tongtian Rock to the other side, where thick clouds and swirling mist obscured all detail.

The blood shields summoned by the Blood Drinker are forged from human blood, their souls formed from the ghosts, hatred, resentment, and malice of the dead, all refined by the Blood Drinker into a shield.

Yang Wang felt Lin Hanjian was acting strange—there was a new aura of malevolence about him, unlike before. Recalling that Lin might have endured something in the Divine Abyss Sect, Yang Wang let it go.

Almost no one knows this—only those like Bei Gong Xiyue, with deep connections, are aware.

“Huh?” The shark’s face turned pale—not a threat? Could it be real? Had this guy really just tried to peel off someone’s skin?

Hao Zhong had wide social ties, evident from his endless calls—all checking whether he’d arrived yet. In contrast, Sun Zhen was far quieter; he wasn’t talkative, but his feelings were undeniably sincere.

Indeed, the enemy’s attacks grew fiercer, while He lost his energy limits, drawing ever closer.

“Report, unit Cruz, Aslan Salla reporting.” When I received word of a visitor at the door and opened it, I saw Aslan in a red uniform, strikingly upright.

Soon after, we went out to eat. After dinner, I’d head to the port with Da Mao and the others, so at this moment, Yi Rou carried a quiet sadness of parting—I could feel it.