Chapter 149: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Zerg

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

The Combat Nuns reacted immediately.

"Form ranks!" a low female voice rang out.

After Valeria's death, another Sister voluntarily took on her great responsibility.

The Imperial Cultists struggled to their feet; some had aged decades in an instant, their limbs trembling, yet they still gripped their weapons tightly.

The Bomb Guns roared again.

The Chaos Eggs charged to the front; Bomb Gun shots struck them, blasting bloody holes one after another.

They felt no pain, knew no fear, only charging mindlessly.

One had its leg blown off and crawled with its remaining limbs.

Half its body shattered, it rolled with the half that remained.

Moreover, their vitality was tenacious; wounds were quickly filled in by flesh and blood.

The "Drivers" of those Penitent Engines were already severely injured, and with the passage of time,

they soon all died of pain atop their mechs.

The Ecclesiarchy Front's strongest frontline unit went offline, and the Imperial Cultists could only take the brunt.

They used their bodies to block the Chaos Eggs, and explosives to perish together with them.

An old man had his lower body smashed by a Chaos Egg, yet he still detonated the explosives on himself.

The Combat Nuns beside him seized the chance to open fire and finish off that Chaos Egg.

But the Chaos Eggs themselves were cannon fodder.

While most of the Ecclesiarchy's firepower was drawn to them, dozens of small rifts unfolded throughout the Restaurant.

From each rift, blue figures burst out.

Fire Demons.

They were floating, burning magical creatures.

Twisted human faces endlessly screaming and laughing covered their bodies; beneath them, like mushrooms, they vented breath, hurling flames with burning arms.

As soon as they appeared, they began flying everywhere.

Flying, they scattered Dimensional Flame with both hands or their mouths.

The flames were dazzling colors, madly burning everything they attached to.

The Imperial Cultists shrieked as they fell, rolling desperately, but the flames could not be extinguished.

The Combat Nuns' Power Armor began melting, and Holy Relics began blackening.

Under the Million Change Chariot's amplification, the Fire Demons received psychic amplification, and their flames grew even more powerful.

The entire Restaurant became a purgatory.

The Lust Believers and demons could not escape either; Chaos's camp did not care about these.

The Fire Demons sprayed fire at anything that moved.

Those Lust Believers who had just been reveling now wailed as they turned to ash in five-colored flames.

The Imperial Cult Armed Forces' disadvantage grew ever greater.

The Pastors desperately chanted Purification Hymns, but they were too old.

After being swept by that Blue Tremor Wave, everyone aged at least twenty years.

Their voices grew hoarse, their breath unsteady, and the radiance of their Holy Relics dimmed.

The Combat Nuns still persisted.

They stood back-to-back, forming small formations, using holy Bomb Guns to suppress the Fire Demons and Power Halberds to block the charging Chaos Eggs.

But they too were aging, their movements growing slower, their reactions duller.

A Sister Squad responsible for protecting the Pastors finally could not hold on.

The Chaos Eggs broke through their line and rushed into the Pastor group.

Shrieks rang out.

The Pastors were torn apart, trampled flat, strangled by those twisted tentacles.

Without the Pastors' Power of Faith and hymns, the remaining Sisters and Imperial Cultists lost important protection.

The Chaos Wizards seized the chance to increase their spell power.

The Blue Tremor Waves grew stronger.

The Imperial Cultists still holding on finally fell.

They lay on the ground, too weak to move even a finger.

The Combat Nuns knelt down one after another.

Finally, in the entire Restaurant, only the mocking laughter of the Tzeentch Demons remained.

The Tzeentch Wizard laughed wantonly.

"Hahahahahaha!"

She stepped over corpses littering the ground, slowly walking toward where Lin En had fallen.

That Governor, that Emperor's Chosen, that man who made all of Brevis tremble, now lay on the ground, aged like a centenarian.

"The Saint Galus Family," she murmured, "will, under my leadership, ascend to even greater..."

She stopped, because she sensed something.

A cold breath suddenly rose within the Restaurant.

That breath did not come from Chaos, nor even from the Emperor.

She turned to look.

An ordinary woman.

She knew her—the Governor's Wife, named Yi Su De·Ke La.

The woman who had always followed Lin En, with extremely low presence.

Now she stood up.

Purple radiance formed a shield around her body, blocking those constantly arriving Blue Tremor Waves.

"Isud" straightened her body.

Now basically all humans in the hall were dead or unconscious, and she no longer needed to pretend.

Purple chitin Armor emerged from within her body, wrapping around her form, tracing perfect curves.

Luna narrowed her eyes.

She could Perceive that this woman's strength had surged violently.

Her current strength was enough to contend with a Hell Beast.

But only that much.

"Just you?" Luna Cold Smiled. "You alone, what can you change?"

"Isud" gave No Answer.

She merely raised her hand, pointing at the Tzeentch Wizard.

Immediately, on the other side of the Restaurant, someone stood up.

Lin En.

He leaned on the pitch-black Giant Sword planted in the ground, slowly standing up.

That Sword was left behind by Valeria; its blade was Burnt, covered in cracks, seeming as though it would shatter at any moment.

But when he gripped the hilt.

Purple eyes, with golden Radiance lighting up within them.

That golden light grew brighter and brighter, more and more Scorching, finally surging out from his eye sockets.

The golden light spread across his entire body, wrapping around his form.

He raised that Sword.

The Burnt outer shell on the blade began Peeling, piece by piece, like falling petals.

Revealing the blade within.

Bright Red.

Like blood-red crystals, shining brilliantly in the golden light.

Ancient inscriptions appeared on the blade—the Emperor's holy words, the Martyr's Prayer Words, the faith written in blood by countless generations of Sisters.

Valyrian Sword!

Lin En silently recited that name in his heart.

The moment he finished reciting, he felt something within the Sword responding to him.

That was Valeria's final will, the ember left behind when she burned herself.

A Flame surged out from the blade.

It ignited the golden light on Lin En's body, and he bathed in golden flames.

Within the Restaurant, Lin En was like a torch blazing fiercely in the Darkness, so bright.

The Flame Purified everything, and Lin En became young once more.

Even the Lust Poison remaining within his body was Completely Eradicated at this moment.

He felt strength surge back into his body, his power returning to its peak, and advancing even further.

He raised the Sword, pointing it at the Tzeentch Wizard.

Lin En's and "Isud"'s voices sounded At Same Time:

"Battle, now it begins!"