Chapter 148: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Tyranids

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Valeria charged toward the Great Demon.

The Keeper's arm lunged at her, the Ritual Blade stabbing toward her, so fast its trajectory was invisible.

Valeria did not dodge; a cross on her chest burst forth with Holy Light to block the blow for her.

Her Holy Sword burned to its peak, golden flames wrapping the blade, making even the Keeper feel some heat.

She gripped the sword with both hands and thrust with all her might.

The sword tip pierced the Keeper's palm, pinning that arm to the floor.

Golden flames sprayed from the wound, scorching its essence.

The Keeper let out a pained wail, the sound shaking the entire restaurant, enough to make eardrums bleed.

"Now!" Valeria roared.

The Pastors and Sisters chanted the exorcism ritual in unison.

Golden radiance surged from all directions, enveloping the Great Demon.

That radiance was like ten thousand heavy fists, striking his body at the same time, pushing him into the rift.

The rift began to contract.

The Keeper's body was squeezed bit by bit back into the Warp.

It struggled, it roared, it attacked everything around it wildly with the three arms still inside the Warp.

But those golden radiance grew heavier and heavier, his struggling became futile.

Just as it was about to be completely banished, its only extended arm suddenly swung.

The Ritual Blade slashed through Valeria's arm armor.

The wound was shallow, barely bleeding, but Valeria's complexion changed instantly.

That was the Lord of Lust's deadly poison.

Eroding her body and soul at a terrifying speed.

She could feel the poison flowing in her blood vessels, spreading in her nerves, whispering temptation in the depths of her consciousness.

"Give up." A voice echoed in her mind.

"You have done enough. Now, enjoy it well."

She closed her eyes.

Valeria offered her final prayer to the Emperor.

No plea for help, only thanks.

She thanked the Emperor for granting her faith and strength, thanked the Emperor for letting her have the chance to die in battle for Him.

She opened her eyes, the radiance of the golden body bursting forth in her eyes.

Golden flames ignited from her eyes.

They burned her flesh and blood and her soul, and also burned the Lord of Lust's poison trying to erode her.

In the flames, she knelt on the ground.

She kept the prayer posture, hands clasped together, head slightly bowed.

The flames devoured her clothes, her body, her everything.

But that posture never changed.

Until reduced to ashes.

After the flames died down, only a weapon covered in scorch marks remained where Valeria had stood.

It was stuck in the ground, pitch black all over, covered in cracks.

The guard was deformed, the hilt was charred, but one could still faintly tell.

It was a sword.

The moment the Keeper was banished back into the Warp, a sigh of relief rang out throughout the restaurant.

The Imperial Cultists knelt on the ground, gasping for breath.

The Combat Nuns also lowered their weapons for a while, supporting each other.

The Pastors' hymn singing was no longer at its highest pitch, some Attendants wiped the sweat from their foreheads.

Lin En also breathed a sigh of relief.

He leaned against the wall, slowly stood up, his gaze searching the crowd for that familiar figure.

Isud, no, it was Lena.

He saw her, that blonde figure standing behind a group of Sisters, looking toward him.

In those eyes, first was Isud's usual indifference.

But after seeing Lin En, it became the kind Lin En was familiar with, belonging to Lena's care.

He smiled knowingly, about to step forward to find her.

A blue radiance suddenly exploded in the center of the restaurant.

It was a woman.

She wore a tattered blue gown, a half metal mask on her face, the exposed half of her face pale as paper.

Lin En recognized her—the third Tzeentch Wizard to appear in this grand play.

She had vanished just now, and now she reappeared here.

"Everything...... is going according to plan." She planted a staff in the ground.

The staff was deep blue throughout, with a constantly rotating eyeball embedded at its top.

"Do you believe in change?" the Chaos Wizard began muttering to herself.

The eyeball spun wildly, spinning faster and faster, and the surrounding space began to stir along with it.

"I truly admire the first person to worship the Lord of Change."

"Perhaps you'll turn into a Chaos Egg?"

She let go, and the staff stood upright on its own.

"Father, once I please Him, I will surely let you see the rise of Saint Galus!"

"Humans, after all, must submit to the Warp!"

As energy gathered around the eyeball grew ever greater, it finally erupted.

"One last time, time...... is about to accelerate!"

Oooooooooh!

A blue ripple spread from the Staff Top, instantly covering the entire Restaurant.

Lin En felt a strange force sweep over his body.

It was not a direct Psionic Shock, nor a physical explosion.

But something harder to describe, as if time itself had suddenly sped up.

He looked down at his hand.

Skin wrinkled, veins bulged, age spots appeared.

He was aging.

Aging at a visible speed.

Shrieks rose all around.

Those Imperial Cultists, those Pastors and Combat Nuns, even the believers of the Lord of Lust.

Everyone was undergoing the same thing—their lives, as if an acceleration key had been pressed.

Some collapsed directly, not dead, but too weak to stand.

Lin En's knees began to weaken, the Wall he was leaning on seemed distant, and his Consciousness began to blur.

"Lena......" he silently recited in his heart.

"I'm here."

After the ripple took effect, the wizard laughed loudly.

"Hahaha, you're too naive, really thinking it's over just like this?"

She spread her arms, as if embracing an impending slaughter.

"Those wastes of the Lord of Lust only know pleasure and temptation."

"They will never understand that true victory requires patience, requires calculation, requires......"

She looked toward Lin En's direction.

"Requires change!"

As her voice fell, the space behind her began to twist and shatter.

A rift unfolded, and purple-blue Radiance surged out from it.

A chariot flew out from inside—the Million Change Chariot, the most common vanguard Vehicle of Yi Su.

The chariot consisted of a Shrill Cry Beast pulling a Yi Su disc.

Standing on the chariot was a Recitation Fear Demon, pink all over, with six eyes, wearing a golden bird-beak mask.

Reciting something in a thin voice.

As soon as the Recitation Fear Demon appeared, the surrounding air began to tremble.

It was Qi resonating, amplifying.

Behind the chariot, the rift slowly expanded.

Over a dozen huge monsters charged out.

They stood three or four meters tall, their bodies made of twisted flesh, tentacles, and eyeballs.

Strong arms, deformed legs, exuding a disgusting Rot all over.

No face, only a writhing Tumor, with over a dozen eyes of various sizes growing on it.

Chaos Egg.

Abominable creations twisted and corrupted by human exposure to Chaos energy.

No humanity, no reason, only the instinct to kill.

As soon as they appeared, they madly charged toward the Ecclesiarchy Front.