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Chapter 340 I beat Xia Laxi Demon Disaster? Is this true?

The first thing that was strongly infused into the senses was light.

Although the auspicious instrument on the power armor helmet quickly detected the gradual change in light and immediately dimmed the field of view of the lens, the rapidly growing light that could not be blocked by Debit's inevitably thin figure as a mortal still stung Sevatar's eyes, which were originally from Nostramo, the Star of Eternal Night, and were therefore more accustomed to darkness, in the few microseconds when the color of the lens could not keep up, causing him to reflexively turn his head away and close his eyelids.

At that moment, he had a clear feeling: this light was not "just light".

This is a subtle feeling that is difficult to explain accurately in words. The stimulation brought by this slightly pink-purple light seems to be more than just visual. If I must say, in the moment when he closed his eyes reflexively, Sevatar remembered the time when he first saw the Emperor. The light around the Emperor also gave him a burning and stinging feeling, which made him feel a little subtle and indescribable beyond vision, but he could also clearly recognize that the light he was seeing was very different from the brilliant and holy light surrounding the Lord of Mankind.

He forced himself to open his eyes, summoned the chainsaw halberd that was deeply engraved in his memory, and re-examined the situation at the scene, wondering whether he should jump directly from this window. In the less than one second when he lost his vision, Debbie had been thrown out from his original position: if he had moved four meters away from his original position by himself, he would not be lying on his back on the shiny black Baal rock ground with blood all over his body, holding a small piece of bloody human skin in his hand.

As for the owner of the human skin, if the remaining part of Mills was still in place, then he might have been burned to ashes by the sudden light. At least in Sevita's light-filtered lens, he could not see anything that could be called "residue" in the original place.

——No, there are still some, but they are a little harder to spot under strong light. Sevatar squinted his eyes, turned off most of the temporarily useless data streams on the lens, adjusted the imaging mode based on the data from the auspicious instrument, and then he saw:
Under the cover of the grand light, twisted thin lines crawled on the ground like living things. Due to the low reflectivity, in Sevita's eyes, it was like black hair twisting on the white floor.

Even the "Prince of Crows" Sevatar felt a little nauseous when faced with such a scene because of his subtle associations. When Debbie actually stood up on the ground and used some magic to ignite the small piece of human skin in his hand and threw it away, Sevatar felt even more disgusted because he realized that his associations were not just associations:
Those squirming lines were indeed Mills. Moreover, even in this situation, he was somehow still alive and wailing in pain.

"Even my contract is broken." Jeanne Alter's voice sounded directly in his consciousness, "The overactive ether has blocked all communication methods between us and the surrounding areas with absolute violence. In other words, this is a strong subspace storm blowing in reality."

"I can see that." Sevatar replied sarcastically, "Do you have any good ideas about what we should do now?"

During the time they exchanged thoughts at lightning speed, Mills, who had been distorted to the point where he could no longer be identified as a "human" in any sense, had been completely transformed into a group of magic circles. At the same time, the overlapping wails he emitted through his unknown vocal organs contained a kind of annoying rhythm, which seemed to in turn drive and even control the light gushing out from the origin, making the surroundings inexplicably stained with a charming atmosphere.

"My idea is that we fight whatever comes our way." Jeanne Alter's response was clearly filled with confidence.

Sevatar wanted to choke back at the words, but amidst the increasingly intense and soon multi-tone wails of pain, the sound of another piece of flesh being pierced attracted his attention: in the gradually converging light (ether), Deppit at the edge had picked up the knife and pierced his wrist without hesitation, skillfully making his blood flow steadily from the wound, and because of the reflectivity, a thin black line was dragged on the ground.

Then, he began to chant an exorcism spell in the standard High Gothic language of 10,000 years ago - a passage from the "Sacred Words". Sevatar recognized this passage because when Caelia was in school, she recited it loudly to the wall, and Fujimaru Ritsuka had to correct her accent all the time. Hastings once commented that this was not a psychic spell, but the so-called "divine spell" of the priest, and he did not have enough knowledge to intervene in this part of education. But now, in Sevatar's view, what Debit was doing was not much different from psychic spells.

At least, Sevatar had little contact with this mortal who was said to be "a senior employee of Chaldea who was even more senior than Fujimaru Ritsuka". He even suspected that he was the only one who knew his name. But he had enough knowledge of Chaldea to make reasonable inferences: on the Storm Edge, all kinds of monsters could appear, but it was unlikely that a fanatic of the state religion would appear.

But this is very interesting, because Debit's chanting is obviously effective. His voice alone cannot shake anything, and the wailing sounds that come one after another continue to grow stronger as time goes by, and even have a little joyful rhythm. But Sevatar can know through his psychic senses that the subspace energy rushing in the room is indeed gathering in the direction of Debit. The blood flowing from his wrist gathered on the ground in the shape of a sky eagle emblem, and the ubiquitous sky eagle emblems in the state church also lit up in response. Sevatar couldn't say whether this brought any specific changes, but after a slight breeze blew through the power armor, he could confirm that it did "make something happen."

As the light was even more concentrated and compressed, revealing the church's ground to human vision again - the originally dark and hard rock had gradually softened into a soft and flexible material like smooth skin, the captain of the Night Lords during the Great Crusade finally condescended and fell from the skylight, landing on the same level as Debbie. But before he could speak, his power armor spoke before him:

"Can't you just put that thing back on the other side of the summoning circle?" Jeanne Alter's unpleasant voice came from the speaker. Debbie didn't get angry either, and responded calmly as always:
"To push a bullet back into the muzzle, you need not only the right moment, but also the absolute violence brought about by the size difference." He was like a ruthless teacher, reciting to his useless student a formula that the student should have learned long ago. "Perhaps Fujimaru can do it now, but I can only consider killing the summoned thing as directly as possible."

"Then do you really need to seal off the entire space?" Compared to Sevatar, who "felt something was happening", Jeanne Alter obviously had a more accurate understanding of "what happened". "Now no support can get in."

"This is a busy city," Debbie replied as a matter of course. "There are about 300,000 people stationed in the surrounding 15 square kilometers. I think it is a reasonable decision to temporarily close the church to prevent the influence of chaos from spilling out. The longer we delay, the longer Fujimaru will have to react."

No one mentioned the state church members working in the church, or the archbishop's attendants who were temporarily detained in the church. Compared with the 300,000 people in this small settlement outside, the lives of the above-mentioned people, at most a few hundred, were already assumed to be consumed in this battle - even including the few Blood Angels Space Marines who took over the supervision and defense mission from the Dark Angels in the building.

Of course, this also includes Debita and Sevatar who were present.

"It looks like a big one." When the compressed light gradually began to take shape and the simulated bodies appeared one after another in the piles of ether, Sevatar suddenly changed the subject.

"From the perspective of the scale of the ether that was leveraged by the ritual, that's true," Debit said. "I've given up trying to estimate the size of the other party's spiritual base."

"That's not what I meant. I meant - didn't you hear it?" As the only genuine psychic present, Sevatar pointed at the huge "creature" that was gradually revealing a human form. "Over there, behind the curtain, from a long distance away, someone has been singing its name over and over again. It's almost annoying me." "Whether it's a real name or a nickname, write it down." Debbie didn't seem surprised at all, and continued to command the other party with confidence, "Wait until the barrier is broken and report to Fujimaru."

"It should be a name calling. I heard that the names of demons are very long, and the 'Sharath Demon Disaster' that is repeated behind the curtain is too short." Sevatar, who didn't really understand what the name meant, clenched his chainsaw halberd with both hands and prepared for battle in the last bit of time, "But if we kill it right here, there is no need to waste time-"

"——Not likely." said Debbie.

Of course, he had no idea which Chaos power "Shalasi Demon Disaster" belonged to, but as a magician who had seen the Chaldean Fate Summoning System, he could make an assessment based on the situation in the summoning ceremony just now: "I will hold back this summoned thing, and you go find the priest named 'Licock' in the church - I suspect he is a follower of Tzeentch and the master who maintains this summoning."

"What--"

"--In other words, as long as we kill him, this thing will go back by itself, right?" Jeanne Alter interrupted Sevatar's dissatisfied voice without hesitation.

"I guess so. At least there are no sufficiently strong subspace rifts around, so apart from the ether that was brought here by the summoning ritual, the demon has no energy to sustain itself - even after successfully becoming a Servant, the energy consumption of this thing is definitely not small."

Confused, Sevatar wanted to say something, but Jeanne Alter interrupted her: "Understood, don't die too quickly."

Then, the power armor began to drag the unwilling "psychic wetware" inside to the door - the next second, this "unwilling" attitude was urgently punished as the summoning was completely completed. In the climax of the melody behind the curtain, the throat of the fully manifested Great Keeper of Slaanesh let out the first scream of "rebirth". In this scream that seemed to delicately peel the souls of the listeners from their bodies, the jeweled scimitar in its hand had already chopped down at the only two living creatures present at the same time.

The desire to survive made Sevatar move his feet, and he barely slipped away from the spot with a slide - and then he was hit by the flying building debris on the ground. Whatever this thing was, the speed of its weapon was beyond Sevatar's expectations. Moreover, this was the first action it made after it fully appeared, so it should not be regarded as the opponent's full-strength attack.

Sevatar cursed Nostramo, and then had to roll twice on the ground hastily amid the sound of a building collapsing, and climb up in the direction away from the summoning circle. The good news was that the enemy did not continue to chase him; the bad news was that the opponent's attack frequency was obviously worse than his worst prediction:

For some reason, it went straight towards Debit without saying a word. Thanks to the development of the Imperial Materials Science in the 42nd Millennium, the walls themselves are enough to support the tall and wide dome. The pillars in this room are only for decoration, which means that the battlefield has not been completely buried by construction waste. But what on earth is that thing?

Sevatar thought he was already the best among the Astartes in terms of combat power, and his reaction speed and strength were far beyond the average level, but even he could not see the figure of Shalasi Devil's Bane clearly in the smoke and dust. It only took a short moment, without even a head-on confrontation, for Sevatar to realize that if he wanted to fight against the opponent in a one-on-one duel, he might have to use the power of the Primarch to barely do it - but a mountain of 1,000 meters and a mountain of 10,000 meters look the same from the foot of the mountain, and to ordinary people, they are both as high as the clouds, so Sevatar is not sure whether this is a correct statement.

"Don't just stand there like an idiot." Jeanne Alter poked Sevata in time, and the pain brought him back to his senses. "Go find that guy right now! Judging from the performance of this thing, it must consume a lot of energy. After killing the Master, it may have to withdraw from reality in less than a second."

He didn't have time to think about it. Sevatar ran obediently and kicked open the door of the room. But he still asked with some concern: "Are we leaving like this?"

"What else?" Jeanne Alter sneered, "Are you going to fight that thing in there?"

"'We'll fight whatever comes', that's what you just said." Sevatar refuted almost unconsciously as he ran through the remote corridor that Debit had deliberately chosen at the beginning.

"Just now was just now, now is now. If you want to die, go by yourself. At worst, I'll go back to the Throne of Heroes!" Joan of Arc Alter sounded a little exasperated.

"You said it yourself. This is courting death." Sevatar said, "How long can a mortal delay for us?"

"It will definitely take longer than you think. We have fought before." Jeanne Alter replied.

She obviously had more to say, but she didn't have time to say it - on the battlefield in the distance, the summoned Slaanesh demon once again let out a scream that could almost shake the soul of a mortal. But Sevatar could hear that compared to the sigh that seemed to be able to capture people's hearts unconsciously when it just appeared, this scream clearly contained an instinctive fear.

"I don't think your spirit is that fragile, but I still suggest that if you don't want to feel sick, don't look back." Jeanne Alter commented, "Debit is much more terrible than you think."

(End of this chapter)