A thick, purplish-black demonic haze erupted from the seams of the sister’s dark silver armor like a high-pressure geyser.
Bone-chilling cold instantly froze the air in the hall, as if the entire room were being dragged into a suffocating mire.
Seth Knight stared straight ahead, his face impassive.
There wasn’t a single ripple of emotion in his eyes, but in his head, he was cursing up a storm.
*Damn you, Stark Industries!*
Red lights flashed frantically across his suit’s display.
The remaining power was nowhere near enough for high-intensity combat.
He couldn’t fly, he couldn’t fire heavy weaponry, and he certainly couldn’t go toe-to-toe in hand-to-hand combat against a Warp-crazed tigress about to go completely berserk.
The sister threw back her head and let out an inhuman screech.
Her once-ice-cold eyes were swallowed whole by purplish black.
She gripped her chainsword in a death lock as the dense fiendish energy around her writhed and expanded, coalescing into over a dozen hideous, barbed tentacles in midair.
From the looks of it, she was set on tearing the hall apart and opening a fleshy rift to host demonic horrors.
“Ah—! Help!” Yulia was the first to break.
All the brutality she had shown when smashing her father’s—the guard captain’s—head in was gone.
Screaming, she scrambled on all fours to wedge herself beneath the troop transport’s chassis.
The bald adjutant and his eight soldiers fared no better.
The soul-crushing pressure forced these hardened veterans back step by step, dark blood oozing uncontrollably from their noses and mouths.
A dead end.
Those were the only words left in anyone’s mind.
One touch from that aura, and they would be dragged into the abyss, crushed into a bloody pulp.
The sister’s final shred of sanity was being strangled by madness.
Taking an agonizingly heavy step forward, she squeezed a broken roar from her throat: “All… lies of false gods! Destruction is at hand!”
A terrifying pressure choked with the stench of blood whipped outward in a literal storm.
At this moment, she was a walking dark-matter bomb—if she blew up completely, every living thing for miles around would be wiped out.
“We’re dead! She’s fallen!”
“A sister of the Imperial Church, totally corrupted! No one can stop this level of pollution!”
Desperate wails echoed through the hall.
Seth Knight didn’t step back.
To be precise, he was locked on by the dear sister, so running wasn’t an option anyway.
If physical force wouldn’t work, then he had to play the holy charlatan routine all the way to the end.
*BOOM!*
Blinding, pure, and infused with boundless authority, an outburst of golden psionic energy exploded outward with him at its center!
The radiance formed a tangible golden shield, carving straight through the frigid mire.
Seth held his Vibranium Shield high with one hand, standing straight as a golden beacon.
Taking long strides against the roaring torrent of purplish-black demonic energy, he walked directly toward the eye of the storm.
*Sizzle!*
Golden light collided violently with the dark purplish haze.
The moment the dark haze touched the holy radiance, it vaporized into white smoke, like boiling water thrown onto thin snow.
Seth remained impassive, strolling through the thick demon mist as if taking a light walk.
The hall fell dead silent.
The bald adjutant forgot to wipe the blood from his lips.
Yulia poked half her head out from under the chassis, her eyes blank with shock.
Someone could tear through—and completely ignore—high-grade Chaos energy with his bare hands?
The distance between them shrank to zero.
The wild tentacles lashed frantically at the Vibranium Shield, but every drop of kinetic energy was absorbed instantly.
Seth raised his right hand.
Brilliant golden flames blazed in his palm, accompanied by the faint rumble of thunder.
Looking down at the sister, who stood half a head shorter than him, he exerted the absolute aura of a superior being and thrust his right hand forward without hesitation!
*Smack!*
Seth’s palm slammed squarely and roughly onto the bone mask leaking dark energy!
His voice boomed like a bronze bell.
“Get back to the gutters of the Warp!”
Golden lightning surged through her skull, pouring into the depths of her soul with overwhelming force.
That grand, warm, and unquestionable divine will obliterated the Chaos whispers that had tormented her day and night, crushing them to dust in an instant!
The rampant Warp energy, as if encountering its natural predator, let out a fleeting shriek before falling completely silent.
*Clang!*
The sister trembled violently, her fingers losing their grip, letting the heavy chainsword drop to the carpet.
She gasped for air, her shaking hands reaching up to her face.
With a hard pull—*click!*—the bone mask fell away.
Beneath the mask was a stunning face—pale and exquisite, yet marred by tears and dark red blood vessels.
She had a straight nose and tightly bitten lips.
Her once-chilly eyes were now filled with profound shock and intense, undeniable fervor.
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The long-sought clarity deep within her soul proved that this was no dream.
The man standing before her truly possessed the supreme power to reverse Warp corruption.
“Living Saint…” she rasped, tears bursting from her eyes.
“Praise the Living Saint!” Led by the bald adjutant, all eight soldiers dropped to their knees, knocking their heads against the floor with heavy thuds.
Yulia crawled out frantically, weeping tears of joy.
Seth reined in his golden light.
He had to—showing off required conserving what little power he had left.
He turned, his gaze sweeping past the kneeling crowd to land on Yulia.
His voice was cold as iron.
“Yulia.”
“Master! I am here!” The woman immediately shuffled forward two steps on her knees, looking up like a rabid hound awaiting orders.
“Lock down the entire count’s manor! Don’t let a single fly escape!” Seth pointed at the pile of minced meat at the end of the long dining table.
“Clean up this bloody mess that used to be your dear father. Anyone who saw this demon tonight keeps their mouth shut—or gets shut up permanently. Understood?”
“By your command! I guarantee it will be handled spotlessly!” Yulia’s eyes gleamed with excitement.
Seth waved the bald adjutant over.
“Baldy, take your men and count up the spoils.” Lowering his voice, Seth added, “Remember: tonight, there were no heretical sacrifices here, and no Warp monsters descended.”
The bald adjutant blinked, his eyes darting back and forth before a realization hit him.
“Sir means…”
Seth gave a cold laugh.
“It was I, Major Steve, leading my personal guard in valiant battle, who crushed a Chaos demonic terror attack targeting Mid-hive nobles.”
“The heretic corpses on the floor are our bargaining chips to claim credit from the higher-ups and secure real authority in the Hive City.”
The adjutant drew in a sharp breath, then turned ecstatic.
He was turning a crisis among the nobility into a political stepping stone for a bunch of grunts like them to get promoted!
“Brilliant, Major! The boys and I will set up the scene right away!” The bald adjutant turned and led his men out, brimming with energy.
Seth looked down at the Sister of Battle, who remained kneeling on the floor.
Her face was flushed, her eyes filled with unblemished desire.
His suppression just now was only treating the symptoms, not the root cause.
To eradicate the corruption completely, he would still need to rely on the system medkit.
“Let’s go,” Seth said calmly.
“To the underground vault. Time to perform a thorough ‘physical excision’.”
The sister trembled, her face burning as she murmured, “The brand… is in a delicate place…”