Chapter 117 It’s Broken, I’m Going to Die

When the last sound of a sharp blade piercing through the chest was heard, this almost one-sided massacre was finally about to come to an end.

It was not that the battle sisters were too weak. These crazy women who were proficient in combat skills could efficiently complete the tasks assigned by the Empire.

But compared with the Inquisitors who had been systematically trained by the Empire to master psychic power since childhood, even a complete team of battle sisters was really not enough.

A large amount of blood foam spit out from the mouth of the fallen sister. The red blood polluted by the evil god gradually flowed down along the white neck. The extreme double interweaving of white and red looked very shocking.

"This is the last one."

Behind her, Kenmei Isayama slowly pulled out the chainsaw sword with a red blade. The fallen sister immediately lost her support and knelt on the ground with a plop.

The silk cloth wrapped around her eyes also slipped off at this time, revealing a pair of hazy eyes. These eyes were once cut off by the Chaos Demon. It was thanks to the power of Slaanesh that she was able to see the world again.

But seeing the sisters who died one after another, with miserable looks, fell in a pool of blood.

In her dying moments, she murmured softly

"Did we make the wrong choice at the beginning?"

"Who knows."

Isayama Kenmei swung the blade towards the ground, and all the blood on the blade flowed into the cut marks. The blade, including the chainsaw, became spotless again before being put back into the scabbard.

He didn't know why these battle sisters gave up the honor of "Emperor's Daughter", but with their naivety, even if they didn't turn to Chaos, they would sooner or later be swallowed up by heretics, aliens and other evils.

In this desperate world, ordinary people can only pray to the Emperor. But if even this faith in their hearts is abandoned, there is no doubt that they will only be one step closer to the abyss of death.

"Then let me see, what kind of secret is it that is willing to expose a complete team of battle sisters to bury."

The betrayed heretic inquisitor and the betrayed battle sisters were all corrupted by the Lord of Pleasure. If there is no connection between the two, Isayama Kenmei is eating it.

Kenmei Isayama half-crouched down, removed the psychic barrier that had previously enveloped Tosak-Rome, and placed his hand on his head.

As Kenmei Isayama silently chanted the spell in his heart, different changes occurred on the field.

Witchcraft and psychic spells are essentially the same, but the use of witchcraft this time suddenly has the flavor of evil power, especially when Kenmei Isayama uses this high-level psychic.

The terrifying black and red lightning raged on Kenmei Isayama's hands, just like muscle cells spreading, multiplying, growing, and quickly converging into materialized black roots.

These terrifying ends of varying thickness slowly invaded from Tosak-Rome's eyes, nose, mouth, ears, and anywhere that could reach the brain. These ghost things were as thick as corn, and the thin ones were probably only the thickness of a finger.

With the bloody bodies of the battle nuns around as the background, it gave people the feeling that this was some kind of evil sacrificial ceremony. If a second person saw it, they would only think that this was not an inquisitor, but a high-level demon of the Chaos Legion.

Even Kenmei Isayama, the caster, felt scared when he saw it. Kenmei Isayama had never used such a heresy on the bastard who had become a servoskull before.

But don't you think that the first-level fireball spell can be the same when cast by a mage apprentice and a great magician? The former is a small fireball, and the latter is a nuclear bomb.

Kenmei Isayama's half-baked psychic level cannot bring out the full effect of Ahriman's spell. Makanos Elfman's psychic level is still mediocre.

Under the pressure of witchcraft, Tosak-Rome could only choose to open his mouth wide, and he couldn't even scream. His eyes, nose, and ears were bleeding profusely, and it looked extremely terrifying.

There was no way these synapses had to be connected to the brain, and the process was relatively rough.

Kenmei Isayama directly invaded Tosak-Rome's spiritual world. It was pitch black all around, with only a door flashing flesh-pink and purple-red light.

The door below was locked tightly. Jianshan Xianmei jumped on it twice but there was no other movement.

The door, which was a hundred meters wide, was engraved with various poems praising indulgence and pleasure, which led to depravity. In the center was a strange symbol that combined male and female characteristics.

Jianshan Xianmei recognized it as the representative symbol of Slaanesh, the Lord of Pleasure, which was usually used to show the hermaphroditic characteristics of Slaanesh himself. It is conceivable that the composition of the evil gods in the warp is complex, with all kinds of blasphemous chaotic attributes.

This door is not a product of Slaanesh. It was a replica of the main door of the Slaanesh Temple by the fanatics of Slaanesh according to the legend.

Jianshan Xianmei had seen the records of the Inquisition, which was not something that an inquisitor like him who had served for less than a hundred years could touch.

Jianshan Xianmei was originally attacked by the Battle Sisters Squad. Now when he saw this door again, it was not for him to check the memory of Tosak-Rome.

He couldn't help but want to ask the person behind him

"What the hell are you afraid of?"

Jiashan Kenmei placed his hand on the heavy door, and violent blood-red energy instantly burst out from his palm.

"Ah?"

Instantly, a blood-red cross beam of light rose in the pitch-black night, and the light illuminated the dark night sky like a bright sky.

Jiashan Kenmei's witchcraft energy destroyed the indestructible heavy iron door with just one blow, and the fragments of the door fell like raindrops.

Below is the memory location of Tosak-Rome, and Kenmei Isayama falls with the burning boulders around him.

But at this moment, some unknown change happened. If the pink and dark purple light seen before was the light of fireflies, then now it is a magnificent light like the sun.

Kenmei Isayama meditated to escape, but it was too late.

His surroundings were originally the memory palace of Tosak-Rome, but now it is completely submerged by this huge evil power.

It seems that something terrible has descended in the void.

[Warning! Warning! Warning! ]

Even the [Warhammer Simulator] started to alarm, frantically reminding Kenmei Isayama to contact this psychic supply immediately, maybe there is still a chance of being saved.

[Warning: In this area, the concentration of subspace suddenly increased significantly. ]

[Warning: You have entered? ? ? God's Domain (Ultra-Ultra-High-Risk Area)]

[Warning: If it continues, the host has a 99.9% chance of being contaminated by chaos! (Note: This process is irreversible!)]

Isayama Kenmei didn't care about the various warnings that appeared in the system, because countless overlapping laughters of various girls sounded inexplicably beside his ears. The laughter contained a corrupting power that could make people's souls sink and become confused.

[Suggestion: Please terminate this simulation immediately! ! ! ]

Isayama Kenmei's forehead was covered with beads of sweat

"It's broken, this one is going to be cold."