How can a retired savior be considered retired if his price drops to 40,000?

Chapter 342: The Empire's Unique Righteousness in Killing a Thousand People Wrongly

Xia La Xi Mo Zai's frenzy might be intentional. After a few minutes of fighting, Debit once again made this guess.

Of course, he still didn't know what the name Xaraxi Demon Disaster meant, but the enemy's image had already written all over his body the words "I am the favorite concubine of Slaanesh". In this case, it might not be wrong to apply some stereotypes of Slaanesh demons to the enemy.

Debit had not personally come into contact with many Slaanesh demons, and with his memory of only five minutes a day, he probably couldn't make a decent profile of a group of enemies as a whole. But unfortunately, he had been in the Iron Hands for more than a year before, and the latter, unfortunately, had accumulated a lot of paper information about the enemies of this camp, and opened it to Debit along with the information of other major enemies in the empire.

Therefore, Debit could make a guess: because it is said that Shalis's servants often show a tendency to toy with their opponents or prey in a face-to-face battle, if Shalasi Demon Disaster has not been completely deprived of his sanity by frenzy, then it should be able to communicate to a certain extent - at least it can slow down the pace of the battle by talking to it.

But now, the summoned angel relic is about to lose.

If you think about it calmly, this is only natural. Although Debit can ensure that the two are equal in terms of spiritual base size and quality, this is all he can ensure. Not to mention the distant past, even Fujimaru Ritsuka can tear apart the angel relic with his unorthodox summons of several shadow servants on the premise that both sides are equal in size, so there is no reason why the Great Keeper of Slaanesh can't do it.

Moreover, Slaanesh is worthy of being the Warp God who controls the concept of "perfection" in this universe. Even though he, as the Great Keeper of Secrets, was deprived of his sanity by frenzy, every move of Shalasi Demonstreak was not dragged at all, without even the slightest misjudgment that a warrior might make due to lack of rationality, and he remained completely perfect. In the skill system of Heroic Spirits, he can probably be rated as "Infinite Martial Arts EX".

Even the two shots he tried to fire at the edge of the battlefield were easily - even elegantly - dodged. The gravity bullets specially made by magic based on the Empire's technology tree and designed to attack large targets worked well, but only successfully collapsed two walls in the church. The design of the Empire's buildings was quite redundant. After the load-bearing structure collapsed, the roof stayed at its proper height for the time being. However, with the two monsters fighting rapidly below continuing to destroy the venue, Debit didn't think this would last long.

He didn't have much time to make a decision, so he immediately removed the shells from the pistol, and put the only enchanted bullet that he had spent a whole year in the universe to meet the ritual conditions into one of the two empty cylinders, and put this special bullet in the last firing position when he reset the gun. To be fair, he didn't want to try to fire this untested bullet in the building: there were too many variables in the surrounding environment. But even if he had a gun in his hand, it would be useless if he couldn't hit the enemy - unless he could kill with bullets in a range.

After all, although it is a bit troublesome to fix the improved gravity magic on the bullet in the form of directional impact trigger, this technology itself does not pose any real challenge to a mature magician who has studied in the Department of Astronomy. Just like Kirshtalia Vodem, who was taught by Animusphia himself, after entering the Age of Gods, he would also make a big move to "restore the true face of celestial magic" by connecting the entire galaxy to his magic circuit; although Debit Zem Void only received a very ordinary "general education" in the Department of Astronomy, he was unable to uncover the family secrets of Animusphia-

However, it is still possible to make a triggerable pocket black hole and enchant it on a bullet.
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"I have a very bad idea." Joan of Arc Alter's voice sounded in Sevata's consciousness.

"What a coincidence, I also have some bad ideas." Sevatar, covered in blood, responded without any emotion, "Besides, what we are both thinking about will eventually lead to the same result."

Four minutes and twenty-seven seconds after the summoning ceremony ended, there was no "Archbishop Trolipo's attendants" breathing in the room where Sevata was. The logic of the instigator was simple: although "Leacock" was not the possible master, it was reasonable to infer that the qualified person could only be found among the suspects who might have drawn the magic circle on the bottom of the wine box - specifically, the archbishop's attendants who might have handled the valuables were still the most suspicious.

The situation did not allow him to interrogate them one by one in detail, and killing them all was the simplest way to deal with it. The bloodless and tearless Prince of Crows had no moral burden in this regard. Besides, when the people from the State Church came, these servants of the God-Emperor who were suspected of being disloyal would generally not have any better ending than this, so the blood slaves nearby who should have said "it's their duty" did not even stop them seriously. But after the sound of bolt guns, the noise of chainsaws, and the screams that came one after another all subsided, Sevatar made the "silence" gesture commonly used in the Imperial Army to the remaining servants of the Holy Blood Angels in the room, and then held his breath and listened attentively to the sound waves coming from the direction of the church atrium:
one two Three--

——A series of loud noises of building collapse were heard in the distance. In addition, Lehman's ears also captured some disturbing airflow sounds. The battle in the distance was obviously not over, and because the physical structure of the church had been destroyed, the efficiency of sound wave transmission in this direction had increased significantly. His enhanced hearing captured an indescribable wail - unfortunately, it was obviously cut off in the middle, otherwise he should have recorded it, and it would definitely be useful in future battles. Then, there was another scream from Xia La Xi Mo Zai that even mortal ears could clearly hear.

That sound was painful yet joyful, angry yet happy, and would stir the hearts of weak-willed mortals. For Astartes who had experience in related battles, there was no need for much explanation, and anyone could easily recognize that it was the cry of a Slaanesh demon.

"What on earth do you want to do?!" The Primaris Blood Angel that was knocked down a few minutes ago has successfully climbed up from the ground with the help of the blood slaves. This scene made Sevatar realize that his new model cousins' endurance and recovery ability are indeed stronger.

"I thought you would have to lie there for ten minutes," he said to himself, "It seems I was too gentle."

"Explain." The Blood Angel was still a little shaken, but his hand holding the grenade launcher was pointing steadily at Sevatar's head. The Primaris Space Marine might indeed be calmer, or perhaps the one speaking in front of him was indeed the calmer type: "I need to know the meaning of your series of actions, and whether they are related to the thing in the distance that should not exist but has appeared."

Sevatar grinned under his helmet, wanting to be a riddler in order to have fun. But when this thought just came up, he was punished by Jeanne Alter's soul, so he had to say the point with a bitter face: "There must be some heretics among these people. One of them summoned the thing in the distance, a Slaanesh demon named 'Shalasi Demon'. One guess is that among the remaining prisoners, there should be a person or something else hiding to maintain the existence of the demon in reality, a possessed spirit or something like that. If this thing dies, the thing will automatically retreat, but now it seems that this guess is a bit unreliable."

The Midnight Lord shrugged, showing his tall cousins ​​the pool of blood and severed limbs behind him, then he held up his weapon soaked in bright red, ignored the gun pointed at his head, and swaggered towards the door he had just broken. The Master of the Demonic Disaster was not among these people, or, he was not nearby at all - this universe is the environment of the Age of Gods, and everything is possible in magic. Powerful psychics can capture the concept of stars, shrink them to a size of ten meters, and use them as a stable power supply device; then the channel (Pass) for the Master to supply magic to the Servant is actually enough to cross half a planet, even across light years, across galaxies and even star regions, which is not too outrageous.

Of course, there is another possibility, which is "the Master is just not among the dozens of people imprisoned in the room." Sevatar could of course choose to climb out of the window of the room, run to the basement where ordinary believers with little status but more numbers among the entourage were imprisoned, and then kill them all - but that kind of dying struggle knowing that it would not be effective is a bit too ugly.

If someone from the Night Lords were put here, he might really choose to struggle so ugly to the end. But here is Yago Sevitarion, Prince of Crows, First Captain, Lord of the Black Armor Guard. He thinks he still has some style, so in the current situation, he made another "more stylish" choice.

"Just because of a groundless speculation, you wantonly executed these prisoners who have not yet been tried?" The Blood Angel's tone revealed anger, and the muzzle of the gun was always locked on Sevatar's head - at this distance, even the Terminator armor could not completely defend against a bomb with an accurate landing point, but it did not appear for a long time, and detonated at the place where it should have appeared. Sevatar maintained the state of moving forward leisurely, and approached his tall cousins ​​step by step without fear.

"You're entering from the wrong perspective. You're still a little far from being a true descendant of the Holy Blood. Perhaps you should paint yourself blue." Unlike the tense atmosphere that could be clearly understood even without fully understanding the situation, Sevatar even had the energy to laugh at the other party, "Alright. There's nothing here worth your continued guarding, so quickly take your loyal little followers and leave, retreat farther away, or go to the basement and kill all the remaining people for me. Of course, I don't think there are such 'key figures' among those guys who are so easy to deceive that they are kept in the dark, but just think of it as finding something for you to do to kill your time-"

An unfired chainsaw axe was placed in front of him, temporarily blocking Sevatar's progress. Another gatekeeper of the Blood Angels finally got up, staring at the Midnight Lord with a face that looked like a work of art, just like their father's: "We don't believe you. Perhaps the existence of that Slaanesh demon was your work, and you are only trying to provide it with food through killing and blood."

"It's a reasonable inference, but the evidence is right on your forehead." Sevatar mercilessly laughed at the terrible bruise on the other's forehead caused by the halberd handle. "If this was something I did, I would choose the side with the chainsaw when we first met."

An ominous noise erupted again in the direction of the battlefield, a natural whistle caused by air flowing quickly through a narrow gap - anyone who has experienced void travel will have a similar sound engraved in their consciousness out of vigilance, but it really shouldn't appear in a church on the ground of a planet: it was almost the sound of a strong wind when the airlock of a spacecraft was opened, and the air inside rushed into the void due to the pressure difference.

Sevatar pressed down the axe across his chest, and said in the background of the Slaanesh demon's scream (and this time it sounded closer): "I'm sorry, cousin, but now is not the time to be suspicious. I really have to go over there-"

"We'll go with you," said the first Blood Angel who got up. He moved his gun away and turned to his brother: "The communication is down, and we can't contact other people. There is a settlement outside. We must hold the enemy here until it is long enough for the monastery to respond - and," he looked at Sevatar again, "we don't trust you."

"Ouch, ouch." Sevatar's sigh contained a lot of deliberate teasing. "I admit that I was wrong. I apologize, cousin. I shouldn't have said that you should paint it blue."

"Shut up!"

"But this is exactly what's annoying about you. I wanted to make the atmosphere more tragic, at least leaving a record of being a lone hero before I die - but you ruined the whole story."

The Primaris Space Marines' calmer nature came in handy again at this point: the Blood Angels ignored Sevatar's nonsense and grasped the correct point: "You've fought the enemy?"

"Not really, but I'm sure that one is at least Primarch-level." Sevatar thoughtlessly proposed a magnitude that he thought was very easy to understand for comparison. Unfortunately, during the Great Crusade, not every Astartes had the good fortune to gain a correct understanding of this magnitude; and in the 42nd Millennium of the Empire, Space Marines who had directly experienced this kind of power were even rarer - so this sentence only conveyed some invalid information and did not play any positive role in understanding the enemy.

The Blood Angels were going to ask more questions, but unfortunately, time had run out. At six minutes and six seconds after the summoning ended, Xarasi Demon Disaster let out a triumphant cry, and the barrier surrounding the church was completely shattered as the main building collapsed. The chain reaction did not immediately affect the wing of the church where Sevatar and the others were, but there was still a drum-like vibration rapidly approaching in this direction -

"I heard that Sigismund lasted about a minute when he fought against Fulgrim."

Sevatar faced the trembling and crumbling wall in front of him, and when the berserk Great Keeper of Secrets, who only knew how to walk in a straight line, broke through the wall, he said to himself in a self-amusing tone:

“Now, I plan to challenge this record.”

(End of this chapter)