Chapter 147: War Hammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Zerg

·

·

·

Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Calum began reciting a profane prayer.

His voice grew increasingly mad, and the entire Restaurant began to tremble.

That prayer was a whisper from the Warp, every syllable a blasphemy against the soul.

Luo Ya's expression changed drastically; he released his claws, turned, and ran.

Lin En felt his body could move a little.

He struggled to his feet, staggering in the opposite direction.

He didn't know what had happened, but he knew staying would certainly mean death.

Calum's body began to swell rapidly.

His skin tore, his muscles twisted, his bones deformed.

His face was no longer recognizable, only a mass of madly deformed flesh remained, but that mouth was still reciting the prayer.

The surrounding Lust Believers seemed summoned, abandoning battle one after another, rushing madly toward Calum.

They threw themselves on him, hugged his legs, embraced his Waist, kissed his Wounds.

They offered their souls to him.

The believers surged toward him endlessly; the souls of several hundred believers were Devoured within Seconds.

Their bodies fell, becoming dried corpses, but the expressions on their faces were those of ultimate delight.

Calum's body swelled to its limit.

He looked like a huge, disgustingly Distorted mass of flesh, mixed with the Laments and wild laughter of several hundred souls inside.

Boom!

He blasted open.

That was not just an ordinary Explosion, but the beginning of a Profane Ritual!

Lin En was overturned by the Impact, rolling more than ten meters away; he climbed up and looked back.

Where Calum had been, space was twisting and tearing.

A huge crack appeared there, its Edge burning with purple Flame.

In the Depth of the crack, something terrifying could faintly be felt approaching.

Purple Radiance drilled out from the crack, accompanied by a hallucinogenic fragrance that made one sink into depravity.

That scent drilled into the Nose, making one dizzy, yet also excited beyond measure.

The crack grew larger and larger.

A huge arm stretched out from inside.

Slender, elegant, covered everywhere with exquisite jewelry decorations.

Bracelets, rings, armbands—each reflected a charming Gloss.

The Nails were curved sharp claws, painted with vivid colors: blood red, deadly green, seductive purple.

Finally, half a head.

Half was the face of a strong Male, contours clear, lines hard, full of strength.

Half was the face of a bewitching female, Eyebrow Eye full of emotion, Smile at the Lips, charming to the bone.

The two faces perfectly fused together, Wrong enough to make one's blood run cold, yet beautiful enough that one could not look away.

Lin En recognized its Identity.

The Keeper of Secrets.

A great demon of the Lord of Lust, Sallish's most favored Attendant.

A bewitching laugh came from the crack, echoing throughout the Restaurant.

That laugh drilled into everyone's ears, stirring Desire.

It was not a demon's Roar, nor a Monster's Roar; it was like a lover's whisper by the ear, like the voice of longing in a dream.

Pink mist surged out from the crack, quickly filling the entire space.

Wherever the mist passed, the air was filled with a strong sweet fragrance.

That fragrance made one drowsy, longing to immediately enter an eternal dream from which one would never wake.

Some began to smile foolishly, some began to weep, some began to tear at their own Clothes.

The Keeper of Secrets' body squeezed out of the crack bit by bit.

It was said to have four arms in total, each holding a different Weapon.

Although now only one arm and half a head were exposed, it was already enough to make the situation extremely unfavorable.

Those Lust Believers still fighting, upon seeing the Keeper of Secrets, all put down their Weapons.

They went mad.

Not mad with Fear, but mad with ecstasy.

They knelt at the Keeper of Secrets' Feet, kissing its arms and Weapons.

Even if they were immediately poisoned to death by the deadly poison of the Ritual Blade in its hand, still someone after another stepped forward to kiss.

The Keeper of Secrets let out a satisfied laugh; it enjoyed the mad infatuation of its servants.

It gave them the rewards they deserved.

With a wave of its hand, a mist of higher purity spread around the believers.

The Lust Believers and demons all fell into an extreme hallucination.

They began to do things involuntarily.

On the battlefield, among the piles of corpses, beside the holy fire still burning.

Before everyone's eyes.

The Keeper of Secrets spoke.

Its voice carried both male and female tones, beautiful as heavenly music, evil as a curse:

"Come, children."

That voice drilled into everyone's ears, like a gentle hand caressing the cerebral cortex.

"Give me your fear, give me your pleasure, give me your souls!"

"Hahahahahaha!!!"

The Imperial Cultists began to waver.

Those who had just been shouting "For the Emperor" lowered their weapons.

Their gazes became unfocused, and expressions of struggle appeared on their faces.

Some began to weep, giggle foolishly, or kneel on the ground, muttering softly.

Even some Combat Nuns were affected.

They heard the sound of their most hidden desires deep within their hearts being softly awakened.

This is the Great Power of the Keeper of Secrets; it can hear the secrets in anyone's heart at any time and place.

And thereby guide people toward their inner desires, falling into depravity.

And these State Religion believers, humanity's most determined warriors, are its favorite targets to seduce.

"Hold steady!"

High Sister Valenia's voice exploded like Thunder in the mist.

She raised a blood-stained scripture, and the scripture burst with dazzling golden light, dispelling the pink mist in a small area around them.

"That is the demon's whisper!"

"Think of your faith! Think of the Emperor!"

The wavering sisters regained their senses.

They gritted their teeth, gripped their weapons, and their gazes became determined once more.

But Valenia knew this was only temporary.

She watched the Keeper of Secrets squeezing out cracks bit by bit, clearly knowing they could not delay any longer.

Every second of delay allowed the Keeper of Secrets to descend a little more, and it would harvest another batch of emotions and souls.

If it were allowed to fully descend, all of Brevis would fall into disaster.

"Sisters!" She raised the Holy Sword, "For the Emperor! For Holy Terra!"

"For the Emperor!" the Combat Nuns shouted in unison.

The Imperial Cultists launched another charge.

They rushed toward the Keeper of Secrets madly, shouting "For the Emperor" with their mouths, with the flames of faith burning in their eyes.

Lust Believers and low-ranking demons lunged forward to intercept.

Both parties fought in a tangled slaughter, flesh and blood flying, shrieks shaking the heavens.

The Pastors' team suffered heavy losses.

They were too fragile, with no heavy armor, no strong physique, only a gown and a heart full of loyalty.

One Pastor was torn into fragments, while another continued chanting.

But they persisted with faith and life.

They chanted the Purification Hymn loudly, using Holy Relics to dispel the mist around them, and opening a path for the Combat Nuns with their lives.

The Combat Nuns seized the opportunity to surge forward.

They divided into three teams.

One team used Holy Explosive Bullets to suppress the Keeper of Secrets, each bullet delaying its descent.

One team blocked the believers trying to protect the Great Demon, with Power Halberds and Chain Swords forming a storm of death.

The last team, led by Valenia, charged straight at the rift.