"Let me salute all the brothers who participated in this feast, hahahaha.
"Which of you will have the honor of becoming the first course?"
As this ancient and powerful Chaos High Lord descended, the sky above the massive and magnificent Saint Sophia Cathedral, stretching for dozens of kilometers, was entirely covered by towering purple demonic flames.
Violent winds and pink lightning intertwined in the sky, creating a scene like the end of the world, looking extremely shocking.
"Chaos power?"
"Something happened at the Cathedral!"
Almost all combat personnel noticed this anomaly. Elena, who was comforting a child, immediately stood up, her face extremely grim, and rushed over.
"Damn it! Makonos!"
But when the Black Templars' swords and the elites of the Brotherhood tried to go to the Cathedral, they found an incredibly hard, invisible barrier blocking their way. The Cathedral, so close, was completely inaccessible, directly dividing into two separate worlds.
"This power is!!!"
Adebelard, Marshal of the Black Templars' First Expeditionary Fleet, sensed this evil and chaotic aura. The usually serious and composed man's face became extremely furious, displaying a rare loss of control.
"Lucius."
These words were squeezed out from between his teeth.
Lucius, the Chaos High Lord under Slaanesh, is the mortal enemy of the Black Templars!
This name, and the hatred of a thousand years, the unforgivable humiliation, are etched into the hearts of all Astartes Monkss of the Black Templars!
The Fated Shield, an Imperial Champion of the Black Templars, also served as a Black Templars Marshal, carrying three hundred Crusader warriors (Black Templars novices) on their first expedition.
However, this was the first and last expedition for these Black Templars novices; all were tortured and cruelly murdered without exception, including that Imperial Champion of the Black Templars.
All the pain in the hearts of the Black Templars lay on that destroyed Black Templars warship. They forever lost a great leader and brothers with infinite futures who never had the chance to fight alongside them.
Slaanesh's chosen, the brutal and battle-thirsty Chaos High Lord, "The Undying" Lucius, defiled the glorious title of Imperial Champion, an honor unique to the Black Templars, with his evil Chaos forces.
Every Astartes of the Black Templars wished they could kill this infamous Chaos Lord, tearing him to pieces to vent their anger.
However, what the Black Templars didn't know was that as long as they harbored such a mindset, they would never be able to kill Lucius. His nickname is "The Undying"!
"Drip…"
In the dim [Sanctuary], blindingly bright blood seeped from Kenmyo Isayama's fingers, staining the ground. His chainsword had been broken by the shockwave and pierced his abdomen.
"What kind of guy is this?"
Kenmyo Isayama hadn't even touched the unknown entity's main body; he was merely struck by the residual shockwave from its teleportation, sending him flying over ten meters. Fragments of his power armor lay all over the ground.
If not for the power armor acting as a buffer, Kenmyo Isayama might not be able to stand up right now.
Kenmyo Isayama did not immediately use healing psychic abilities to treat his wounds. The main reason was that the shockwave carried the demonic energy of a Chaos Daemon, which adhered to the blade and caused corrosion. Until this was dealt with, healing was impossible.
Currently, Kenmyo Isayama had two positive buffs and one negative buff.
Unfortunately, neither of the two positive buffs was the purification type that Kenmyo Isayama desperately needed, so they were useless against the debuff.
Kenmyo Isayama's health was dropping at a rate of 7% per second. An ominous black energy was invading his body from the center of the penetrating wound in his lower abdomen.
In just three seconds, twenty-one percent of his health bar was gone and continued to fall.
Kenmyo Isayama crushed a small bottle he carried with him and poured the liquid directly onto the wound. Soon, the area entangled by the black energy sizzled like water dripping onto a hot pan and instantly evaporating.
At this point, Kenmyo Isayama's health bar was less than sixteen percent. Damn, this meant he wouldn't even last three seconds before dying.
Fortunately, the high-concentration blessed holy water from the Imperial Cult headquarters, obtained by the Inquisition, which Kenmyo Isayama poured on his wound, was not fake. The entire forty-milliliter bottle of holy water was emptied, and the negative buff affecting Kenmyo Isayama also dissipated.
Unfortunately, such good things, used to eliminate the corrosive, bizarre, and evil powers of Chaos forces, were a case of "too many monks, too little porridge." This amount was already an Inquisitor's annual supply.
As healing psychic abilities slowly repaired the wound and his precarious health recovered, Kenmyo Isayama's pale face finally showed a hint of color.
Because Kenmyo Isayama exited the scene too early, breaking three pillars, and was too far from where the Chaos Lord appeared, his concealment in the ruins still had some effect.
Kenmyo Isayama stood up from the ruins.
From a distance, he could hear the terrifying entity's words filled with madness and arrogance, mixed with a noise that felt like it would make one's brain explode if listened to for too long, and within it, there seemed to be a hint of surprise.
Looking again, Kenmyo Isayama just wanted to say, "Awesome!" His luck was truly excellent!
He had previously mentioned an entity on the same level as his Mentor, Ahriman, and he was actually seeing a living one.
A tall figure, a terrifyingly scarred, grid-like face on his bald head. His purple Terminator armor, of unknown model, was covered with human faces, looking extremely creepy. Behind him were three pinkish-purple snake heads, containing the most potent (and terrifying) stimulants in the entire universe.
The largest quantity of stimulants came from adrenaline extracted and refined from Tyranid bio-ships.
To this, Kenmyo Isayama wanted to ask why he didn't collect the endorphins secreted by the brain in extreme pleasure when he was killed by a powerful enemy?
Flawless Blade, "The Undying" Lucius.
For tens of thousands of years, he roamed the universe, fighting powerful individuals from various races, and then being killed by them—this was what Lucius loved to do most.
"My Lord, I have succeeded."
After the Living Saint's phantom was killed by Lucius, the fallen sister had, without a doubt, completely occupied the body of Grand Abbess Brino Harwell. Her eyes had turned into cloudy yellow-green pupils.
Next, all that was needed was to consume the Living Saint's remains and perform the ritual of the Slaanesh god under Lucius's gaze.
"Annoying. The ritual can wait."
Lucius roughly pushed away the dead woman who was clinging to him, tossing aside his subordinate, whom he had personally nurtured, like trash.
He slowly moved forward.
"Oh my, what a lovely child."
A black tongue licked pale lips. Lucius's eyes, filled with madness, stared intently at the little sister in the corner, who had nowhere to escape.
A fleeting tenderness flashed in his eyes.
"Perhaps that child, XX, would like it."
"No."
Poor Frey; for her, the Lucius before her was no less terrifying than a demon king crawled out of mythology.
Lucius reached out to grab the poor Frey to take her back to the Slaanesh realm, but he suddenly felt an incoming whistling sound, causing him to pause. He merely waved his hand, and the bullet exploded five meters away.
"Alas, Lord Lucius, that bullet wasn't meant for you."
"Why block it?"
Kenmyo Isayama staggered out of the ruins, holding his Inquisitor's insignia to his mouth.
"Sorry, Frey."
The bullet just now was fired by Kenmyo Isayama from his gun.
Kenmyo Isayama's target was Frey, but unfortunately, he was blocked by Lucius.
Because the "little minion" was about to call for backup.
However, the individuals being called were somewhat cruel; it was said they would kill all mortals who witnessed them.
No joke, truly, rather than letting the little sister be killed by them, it was better for Kenmyo Isayama to do it.
"Legion number 666."
Inquisitor Lord Horst-Eisenholm had already contacted the Daemonhunters in advance to prepare for external assistance, as a contingency.
If he encountered an enemy he couldn't handle, Kenmyo Isayama just needed to pick up his Inquisitor's insignia and, at a specific frequency, call their legion number.
"Received."
A response quickly came from Kenmyo Isayama's insignia, the tone as cold as a machine.
As soon as the words fell, almost instantly, six orbs of light, about five meters in size, tore through space with incredibly powerful psychic energy, arriving at Kenmyo Isayama's location. The entire world before him was illuminated!