Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

Rust silently observed the sleeping figure with his psychic eyes. No colors or fluctuations could be seen. It was completely different from the deep black hole on the untouchable body.

But this lack of psychic power still makes Rust feel strange. This thing is like a soulless stone. If some instruments are used to check psychic power, those instruments will not report any data.

But as Rust's psychic eyes locked on the object around the thing's neck, he felt inexplicable fear.

The non-reflective metal disc observed with the naked eye was like a black hole under the observation of the psychic eye, constantly devouring the psychic energy projected by the spiritual eye. Rust even felt that his soul was faintly affected.

Quickly withdrawing his gaze and forcing his psychic eyes to move downward, he observed the blood-stained double-headed eagle icon.

Golden holy flames and bloody mist surged above it. These different forces were fighting on the icon, and no one could do anything to anyone.

This power was so majestic that even a fragment of it caused Rust's spiritual energy to fall into two states of rage and indifference. He suppressed the fear that came from his soul.

He saw that the head of this thing was wrapped in thick blood mist. These strange things were coiled around his head and looked at Rust's disrespectful gaze.

No! Such great power!

Rust can already see the moment when he will be completely contaminated by this bloody, evil and blasphemous power. At that time, he will lose control and the spiritual energy in his body will boil.

Flesh, flesh and soul will turn into a subspace portal, continuously attracting more demons to rush towards this world...

No! This can't happen! I have an agreement with Judge Omar! I can't let that kid down! I want! I have to blow myself up before I lose control!

Rasta began to attract the soul to complete self-destruction, and then the psychic power he pulled out and the scarlet power pouring from the mysterious head were sucked into the metal disc like a black hole.

Huh...huh...what is that?

Rasta gasped, and his psychic vision disappeared. Only the trembling of his hand holding the eagle staff and the cold sweat on his forehead proved what a dangerous scene he had gone through in the moment just now.

He looked back at Inquisitor Omar and spoke to him with his psychic powers.

"Don't mess with that thing... He's not a demon, but he's more complicated... I almost had my psychic powers exploded by him."

Judge Omar nodded calmly, and his face hidden under his robe became more solemn. He knew the level of Rust's psychic power.

He felt even heavier in his heart when he saw that the bishops' troops had exhausted all their strength but could not damage the sleeping figure at all.

The situation on this planet is getting more and more complicated, and he has so little power at his disposal...

"But... I don't feel the blasphemy of that thing. The sacred object on his body... must have a lot of background."

Holy relic... Inquisitor Omar stopped the angry bishop.

"Bishop Marian, please wait a moment. Please allow me to check his belongings."

"Items? Why talk about such blasphemous things! The truth explained by the emperor's words is to destroy all blasphemous things!"

"Then is your explanation useful? I see that your men have fired a round of bullets. Those consecrated weapons are not cheap."

"you!"

Bishop Marian was silenced by Judge Omar. The attacks of his men were indeed ineffective. The snoring of that thing was the best mockery to them.

"stop!"

Under the Bishop's order, the Battle Sisters and Crusaders who were crowded in the bunker took a few steps back to make way for Inquisitor Omar, but the dissatisfaction and disdain in their eyes were undisguised.

Omar didn't care about the attitude of Marian and his men, he just got in front of the sleeping thing.

He stretched out his finger, hesitantly. But I still slowly attached myself to the bloody icon.

What did he see the moment he touched it? He saw the magnificent golden hall, he saw the stacks of tombs of martyrs, and he saw the imperial soldiers who were always on guard.

Is this the Golden Throne?

Omar was caught in this illusion and couldn't extricate himself, but then he saw flames and brimstone, the blood-thirsty demon and the scarlet figure sitting on the throne.

The evil god who covered the sky slowly stood up, picked up the heavy sword and slashed at Omar.

Omar, who was covered in cold sweat, seemed to have seen the end of his own demise, and saw the end of himself being completely chopped to pieces by this heavy sword.

He couldn't say anything and could only stand stiffly waiting for death.

Suddenly he saw a vision of a black hole swallowing up everything. Omar began to be able to move his body. He knelt on the ground tremblingly, breathing heavily.

This situation is exactly the same as what Laculas said in the holy words... Is this a revelation? Or a trap?

Blinking hard and quickly a few times, he looked back at Bishop Marian, "He's fine."

"No problem? I think you have fallen! Heretic!"

Bishop Marian did not trust Omar's words at all. He rebuked loudly, and the Crusaders and Battle Sisters raised their weapons again, but this time the targets were not the things sleeping on the ground, but Judge Omar and his men. .

The situation in the bunker was tense and they were ready to fight at any time.

Rust sighed and gently tapped the ground with his scepter. An invisible wave pushed Bishop Marion and his men into a huddle, and they shared the sight of the psychic eye.

Marian saw it, the fanatical battle nuns, and the Crusaders all saw it. They saw the sacred light, the scarlet blood, and the devouring black hole. They were excited, trembling, and awakened.

Omar looked at Bishop Marian's dazed eyes and knew that he had understood what he meant. He snapped his fingers to let everyone react.

"Do you still remember the words of the holy words left by Saint Laculas, the fifth paragraph of the seventeenth section of the third chapter?"

"Of course I remember... the God Emperor's chosen one will fall into the mortal world. His body is entwined with scarlet, sacred, and profound power. He walks on the earth, guiding all people, and carrying out the God Emperor's will!"

"Scarlet is disintegrated by the depths, the divine shines from it, and all living beings are saved. In the long journey of time, no one can rival or stop..."

Omar and Marian completed the recitation together. Bishop Marian looked at Omar in disbelief, "Our salvation..."

"It is upon him, the prophesied son of the sage Laculas."

"Excellent! Excellent! What an honor! What a joy! What a gift to the pious!"

Bishop Marion sang hymns in a happy and ups and downs, and everyone could see the joy on his face. The rest of the battle sisters and crusaders who witnessed the sacred moment also fell into fanaticism.

"So, you know what to do, right?"

There are both male and female saints, and their existence gives the state religion's beliefs a bit of a human touch. After all, you can't see the emperor, but you can really see the benevolent saints.