Seth Knight slammed his fist into the door.
Heavy shards of wood and splinters erupted inward like a dense storm of lethal shrapnel.
The scene behind the door struck everyone’s visual senses with raw horror.
The once-magnificent banquet hall had been reduced to a literal slaughterhouse of flesh and blood.
The expensive, hand-woven carpet was thoroughly saturated with blood.
Severed limbs and mangled torsos were strewn haphazardly across the floor—all belonging to the nobles who had come to attend today’s banquet.
At the far end of the long dining table, a monster of monstrous proportions crouched.
It stood nearly three meters tall, its body covered in pulsating, dark red tumors and sharp bone spurs.
Its thick, savage claws pinned down a middle-aged man in ornate noble attire—Count Spencer himself.
The demon was forcing the lower half of the Count’s body into its gaping, fanged maw, chewing greedily.
However, the loud crash of the wooden door shattering interrupted its meal.
The demon whipped its head around, a thick trail of dark red drool dripping from the corner of its mouth onto the carpet.
Seth Knight cursed inwardly, *Fucking hell, disgusting.*
“Roar—!”
The demon let out a deafening roar that could easily rupture an ordinary person’s eardrums.
It locked its gaze onto the intruding Seth Knight, preparing to pounce.
Yet, at the exact moment the demon’s feet left the ground and it was about to take flight—
*Crash!*
High above the hall, the massive stained-glass dome ceiling—depicting the mythical tales of the Emperor—shattered into pieces!
A torrential rain of multicolored glass shards poured down.
A striking figure clad in dark silver power armor and wearing a tattered, crimson cloak on her back descended from the heavens!
She crashed directly onto the broad spine of the demon.
The immense impact force slammed the three-meter-tall beast flat against the floor.
Without a single word of nonsense, the woman drew a vicious chainsword with a backhand sweep.
Gripping the hilt with both hands, she plunged it straight down into the demon’s hideous skull, driving it deep!
*Screeech—!*
As the teeth of the chainsword ripped through the demon’s brain, it let out an agonizing, screeching wail, its thick limbs twitching violently.
Immediately after, the woman’s free left hand violently whipped out a large-caliber Bolt Pistol.
Pressing the barrel directly against the demon’s neck, she fired.
*Boom!
Boom!
Boom!*
Three consecutive point-blank shots rang out.
The high-explosive rounds detonated inside the demon’s body.
Seth Knight stared, wide-eyed, unable to believe what he was seeing.
Could it be…
…the legendary…
…Sister of Battle?
The woman slowly stood up.
The flickering light shone on her face.
Or rather, a featureless, full-coverage helmet mask crafted entirely from pale bone.
With a flick of her wrist, the Sister cleanly shook the foul blood off her chainsword and sheathed it at her lower back.
She turned around.
Her cold, bone mask swung around without warning, locking onto Seth Knight and his companions waiting outside the door.
According to her dogma, anyone who stepped foot into a den of heresy bore the taint of suspicion.
It was better to execute ten thousand innocents than let a single heretic escape.
She slowly raised the heavy Bolt Pistol in her left hand, which was still venting wisps of grey smoke.
The dark, hollow muzzle locked dead-center on the space between Seth Knight’s brows.
“She… She’s a Sister of Battle!” Yulia clung tightly to Seth Knight’s calf, trembling with absolute terror.
“She is the most extreme, fanatical blade of the Imperial Ministorum!”
“She feels no emotion, only the urge to purge! She will burn everyone here—along with the entire manor—to ash!”
Seth Knight suddenly laughed.
*I’m literally radiating the psychic energy signature of the Emperor himself.
Why the fuck should I be afraid of a Sister?*
Instead of retreating, he stepped forward.
Taking large strides, he walked directly toward the murderous Sister.
He closed the distance between them to less than half a meter.
Soon, relying on the super-senses granted by his Captain America serum, Seth Knight noticed something hidden within the metal seams of the woman’s neck armor.
Dark purple veins, squirming frantically like living leeches.
Seth Knight stared at the bone mask and said, “A body deeply corrupted by the Chaos of the Warp, rotting all the way to the bone marrow.”
“An exile who could turn into a breeding ground for demons at any moment.”
“What right do you have to point a gun at a Living Saint?”
The Sister’s gun-holding hand suddenly froze.
She had not expected her secrets to be laid bare so quickly.
She was an exile on the run, a miserable soul trying to find salvation before the corruption completely took hold.
She had deceived everyone, even attempting to deceive herself.
Yet now, she had been seen through at a single glance!
“Who… are you?!” the Sister’s voice rasped.
Seth Knight did not hesitate.
He raised his right hand!
*Boom!*
A brilliant, sun-like flame of golden psychic energy erupted unreservedly from his palm!
This golden light was pure and domineering, carrying an absolute divine pressure that swept away all evil.
The lingering stench of blood and corruption in the air shrieked upon contact with the golden light, instantly vaporizing into nothingness.
Under this massive, suffocating divine pressure, the Sister’s pupils behind her mask shrank to the size of pinpricks, and her arm holding the gun lowered instinctively.
Seth Knight let the blinding golden light illuminate her cold bone mask.
In this moment, he was the undisputed avatar of the Emperor in this purgatory.
In a condescending tone, he said, “In consideration of the fact that you just disposed of that trash for me, I will give you a choice.”
“I can use this pure divine power right now to perform a ‘physical excision’ on you.”
“To purge those filthy Warp remnants from your body, root and stem.”
“Do you want it?”
The Sister froze, falling into deep silence.
In the ten-thousand-year history of the Warhammer universe, “Chaos corruption is irreversible” was an absolute, unyielding iron law that no one could change!
Even an Inquisitor had no option but destruction when facing the infected.
Was this man before her speaking madness?!
“My master is a true god! He isn’t lying!”
On the other side, Yulia, kneeling on the ground like a completely maddened zealot, shrieked desperately.
“Just now, my master excised the Mark of Khorne from my collarbone!”
The Sister stared hard at Yulia, then looked up to feel the holy golden light in Seth Knight’s hand, a light so pure it could scorch the soul.
Could there…
really be a miracle?
Just when everyone thought this cold-hearted Sister was about to lower her weapon and kneel in submission, a sudden change occurred.
Likely due to her intense emotional turmoil, the defensive line the Sister had been desperately suppressing collapsed entirely.
The Warp corruption within her body suddenly went wild!
*Sizzle—*
Thick plumes of purplish-black, viscous demonic energy frantically seeped out from the seams of her bone mask and the joints of her power armor.
Her body convulsed violently in uncontrollable agony.
She suddenly sounded like a completely different person, raving wildly, “All heretical lies…”
“Who knows… if beneath this hypocritical golden light… you wear the skin of another Ruinous Power?!”
“Then… let us die together!!!”