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

"die!"

Rokasna roared, and he could already see Rust being crushed into pieces.

Judge Omar was so anxious that he fired the missile from his waist again, but this time the explosion did not make any earth-shattering sound, but only scattered some pale powder.

The psychic power in the scene was affected by these flying powders, and Luokasna felt extremely sick and abnormal.

He stared closely at Judge Omar who was setting up his weapons, and saw that the ashes of those untouchables were rapidly destroying the psychic connection.

"hateful!"

The screaming Rokasna was extremely angry, and the protective wall he solidified was falling apart, and Omar's fierce firepower was destroying his shield.

But Omar knew that this advantage was only temporary. If he could not drive away the demons in front of him with weapons, then when the ashes of the untouchables dispersed, they would be crushed by the demons again.

and....

He slightly turned his attention to Rust, who had recovered his body from the phase state. The impact of the ashes of these untouchables was even more serious for him.

Lying on the ground, Rust sweated so much that it could lead to death from dehydration. If it hadn't been for bio-enhancement and bionic body implantation, Rust would have probably died here.

"Come on! Demon!"

All of Inquisitor Omar's weapons were deployed, and his psychic bombs were almost used up. Only ordinary bullets mixed with Kraken armor-piercing bullets and fragmentation bombs can be supplied to the extremely fast-firing Storm Bolt.

Even the three-barreled automatic cannon behind him is about to end its mission of firepower. This armor can only carry so much ammunition.

The church that had been hit by fire was riddled with holes, and there was a clicking sound. Omar knew that he had run out of ammunition and food.

The black figure lying on the ground rushed out. It was not riddled with holes as Omar thought, but its beard and hair were singed, and its eyes were shining with bright blue light. .

"Jie Jie Jie! What else can you do! Huh?"

Omar, who was grabbed by huge psychic claws, was pressed against the wall. He felt that his armor was cracking inch by inch and oppressing his internal organs.

Hard to breathe, hard to struggle.

He desperately raised his finger and pointed at the monster in front of him. This was the last weapon he had that could threaten a demon.

"Oh? You still want to struggle? Is it really interesting? I just like to see you struggling!"

The weapon built into this arm was activated, but it did not fire. Omar could only look angrily at the mockery and disdain on Rokasna's face.

"The curse of the mechanical spirit! Hahaha! I didn't expect you to be such a ruthless character? You actually installed a plasma launcher in your arm! You're not afraid of blowing yourself up!"

"Look at that little look in your eyes! Are you wondering how I survived that kind of fire?"

Another eye grew on the back of Rokasna's head. He stared at Rust who was trying to sneak attack him on the ground, and suppressed him on the ground again.

"I have to take care of you idiots! Do you want to die? Don't even think about it!"

The huge claws tightened their grip, and Omar felt that his ribs had been shattered, and various crystals began to grow unnaturally on his body. He knew that he was about to fall into corrosion.

"If it weren't for those transformation demons... I might have been driven away by you, but it's obvious! I was the one standing at the end! They were willing to sacrifice their souls for this great success!"

A vague sound that was difficult to hear echoed in the church, and the great formation flashed with light that was about to be completed. The floor of the church collapsed, and a large number of crystals grew from various locations.

The dark clouds made of the corpses of the dead opened their eyes, ruthlessly and contemptuously scanning the struggling mortals on the ground.

Is the defeat already decided...Emperor...Saint...I have failed you...

Inquisitor Omar was heartbroken. He realized that he had failed to fulfill his duties as an inquisitor and that he had no face to face the Golden Throne and the fellow citizens of Landes World.

Just when he closed his eyes and waited for himself to be swallowed by the demon, he heard an old and familiar angry voice.

Opening his eyes suddenly, he saw the old Archbishop's soul entwining Rocasna's body.

"Repent! You actually play with the believers like this! Play with our beliefs! I won't just stay silent like this! I must destroy you, the devil, for the sake of all living beings!"

"How did you come out?" Rokasna, who was in chaos, began to fight for control of this body with the Archbishop's soul. The ashes of those untouchables not only affected the use of spiritual energy, but also affected He suppressed the archbishop's soul.

After all, the archbishop was forcibly devoured, rather than choosing to fall. The soul of the archbishop who failed to kill the human projection with his own hands has been dormant in his body, waiting for the moment of revenge.

And now is the time!

The angry bishop suppressed Rokasna, whose soul was burned by the psychic bullet. The bishop with his golden soul beat the devil who was caught off guard.

The psychic spells on Omar and Rust were finally released, and the explosive bolts on their arms popped out, revealing the glowing plasma emitters inside.

Rust also removed the suppression crystal placed on the back of his head. Destructive psychic energy instantly reverberated around his body, and his flesh was peeled off layer by layer by lightning, revealing his bones and various bionic implants.

"For the Emperor!"

Plasma and lightning hit Rokasna one after another, and the Archbishop's golden soul firmly locked Rokasna's body as he tried to avoid it.

"You insects!"

The angry Lokasna screamed in the huge explosion of plasma and lightning, and the soul he used to possess was also traumatized by the lightning.

Omar was hit by the explosion and hit the wall hard, spitting out a mouthful of blood, while Rust, who had turned into a skeleton, was shattered by the shock wave, leaving nothing behind.

The archbishop's body may have been protected by Rokasna's psychic barrier and was not completely evaporated in the devastating blow. Omar could even see that this strong body was still breathing slightly.

"Has it been dispelled..." Omar manipulated the electronic muscle bundle and used the armor to drive his body forward. He looked at the large formation that was no longer flashing light, and knelt down beside the archbishop.

"Are you conscious? Hmm? For the Emperor? Can you hear me? Archbishop?"

The archbishop coughed a few times and used his hoarse throat to give Omar a final warning, "Be careful, Laculas..."

This sentence made Omar break into a cold sweat. His glands were secreting hormones crazily to keep his body running.

A section of bone floated in the air, and flesh and blood quickly grew. Pale blue feathers grew on this body, and shone a mysterious deep purple under the refraction of light.

The huge bird-headed monster laughed forward and backward. He held a scepter with eyes and inlaid with crystals and gems. He pinned Omar to the ground with a casual press and penetrated his thigh.

"You guys really surprise me...that's why we like you mortals so much...you always bring us unexpected fun..."

Rokasna, who was completely introduced into the real world relying on the remains of the fake saint Laculas, pinched Omar and the Archbishop with his hands, and casually relit the formation.

Slowly walking out of this magnificent church with nothing left but the walls, Rokasna happily admired the demonic faces that kept emerging in the sky.

"This planet is about to sink into subspace, and you have done nothing..."

Seeing the desperate faces of Omar and the Archbishop, Luokasna felt so happy that she couldn't give up. Ever since I met that weird guy, I have never looked like a big devil.

Without any impressive results, he was always running away with serious injuries, throwing away his armor.

This heavy blow even caused Rocasna to fall into deep doubts about his self-worth.

but now!

As the ever-changing Demon Lord! As an outstanding graduate! Ability is worthy of recognition! Playing with the intertwining of despair and hope, there is no moisture in my own strength!

That guy is so weird! Too strange! This is not my problem! It's that guy's problem!

Thinking of this, Lokasna let out a breath of gloomy air. He finally regained his confidence and turned into the ever-changing Demon Lord that makes all things tremble and fear.

"Despair after hope is dashed is the most moving, don't you think?"

Omar did not answer Rokasna. He just lowered his head in pain. He was so ashamed.

The Archbishop also closed his eyes and his face was ashen. A fool like him who was played by the devil did not deserve the redemption of the emperor.

Looking at them, Rokasna burst into laughter, and the strong psychic laughter aroused a thunderous thunder, re-baptizing the entire church into a palace of ever-changing crystals.

"This time is my victory..."

He suddenly raised his head and looked towards the far end, where was the front line of the bloody battle and the core factory area of ​​the Scrap Steel Plain.

There was a sense of destruction that frightened Luokasna. He suddenly felt that he would die here.

Just when he left Omar and the Archbishop behind and was about to tear open the gap and escape, a golden flower shot straight into the sky, and its divine light was like the sun, piercing all the haze and weirdness.

The dark clouds were dispersed, and the invasion of subspace subsided. Rokasna's whole body was burned by the golden light, which was uncontrollable. Even if the gap in front of him was only half a step, he could not step forward.

Just as he was about to vanish into ashes under the divine light, an ever-changing shadow stretched out from the crack and rescued the dying Rokas.

Omar looked at the golden flower that covered the sky. He could not imagine how huge it was. The smell of blasphemy is swept away from the air, leaving only the golden light that purifies the soul.

"Omar...quickly...let me see the holy relics..."

The archbishop was helped up by Omar. He looked at the golden flowers in the distance with tears and made the final aquila salute.

The archbishop died, and his battered body and exhausted soul turned into golden lights floating in the sky. Omar watched as countless golden lights like archbishops gathered into a golden thread and floated towards the golden flower.

With his hands on his chest, Omar knelt on the ground devoutly, watching countless souls fly towards the Golden Throne.

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