Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry

"Die!" Rocasna roared. He could already see Rast being crushed into pieces. Inquisitor Omar was in a hurry. He fired the missile on his waist again, but this time the explosion did not make any earth-shattering sound, only some pale powder was scattered. The psychic power in the scene was affected by the scattered powder, and Rocasna felt extremely disgusted and abnormal. He stared at Inquisitor Omar who was setting up the weapon, and saw that the ashes of the untouchables were quickly destroying the psychic connection. "Damn it!" Rocasna screamed and was extremely angry. The protective wall he solidified fell apart, and Omar's fierce firepower was destroying his shield. But Omar knew that this advantage was only temporary. If he could not use the weapon to disperse the demons in front of him, then when the ashes of the untouchables were scattered, they would be crushed by the demons again. Moreover, he slightly turned his attention to Rast who was recovering from the phase state. The impact of the ashes of the untouchables was even more serious for him. Laster, lying on the ground, shed enough sweat to cause death from dehydration. If he had not undergone bio-enhancement and bionic implants, Laster would have died here.

"Come on! Demon!"

All the weapons of Inquisitor Omar were deployed, and his psychic bombs were almost used up. Only ordinary bullets mixed with Kraken armor-piercing shells and fragmentation bombs were left to supply the fast-firing storm arrows.

Even the three-barreled automatic cannon behind him would end his mission of firepower strike, as this armor could only carry so much ammunition.

The church hit by firepower was already riddled with holes, and a crackling sound came, and Omar knew that he had run out of ammunition.

The black shadow lying on the ground rushed out, and it was not riddled with holes as Omar thought, but his beard and hair were scorched, and his eyes were shining with bright blue light. .

"Hehehe! What else can you do! Huh?"

Omar, who was caught by the huge psychic claws, was pressed against the wall. He felt that his armor was breaking inch by inch and pressing on his internal organs.

It was difficult to breathe and difficult to struggle.

He desperately raised his hand and pointed at the monster in front of him. This was the last weapon he had that could threaten a demon.

"Oh? You still want to struggle? It's really interesting? I like to see you struggle!"

The weapon built into this arm was activated, but it didn't fire. Omar could only look at Rocas's face with deep mockery and disdain for him.

"Mechanical Spirit Curse! Hahaha! I didn't expect you to be such a tough guy? You actually installed a plasma launcher in your arm! Aren't you afraid of blowing yourself up!"

"Look at your little eyes! Are you curious about how I survived that kind of firepower?"

Rocas grew another eye behind his head. He stared at Rast who tried to sneak attack him on the ground and pressed him to the ground again.

"I have to deal with you idiots! Do you want to die peacefully? Don't even think about it!" The huge claws tightened, and Omar felt his ribs shattered. Various crystals began to grow unnaturally on his body. He knew he was about to fall into corrosion. "If it weren't for those change demons, I might have been driven away by you, but it is obvious! I am the one who stood to the end! They are willing to sacrifice their souls for this great success!" The vague sound that was difficult to hear echoed in the church, and the formation flashed with the light of completion. The ground of the church collapsed, and a large number of crystals grew out from various locations. The dark clouds formed by the corpses of the dead opened their eyes and ruthlessly and contemptuously scanned the struggling mortals on the ground. Is the defeat inevitable? Emperor, saint, I have failed you. Inquisitor Omar was disheartened. He realized that he had failed to fulfill his duties as an inquisitor, and he had no face to face the Golden Throne and the people of the Landes world. Just as he closed his eyes and waited for himself to be devoured by the devil, he heard an old and familiar angry voice.

He suddenly opened his eyes and saw the soul of the old archbishop entangled with Rocasna's body.

"Repent! You actually played with believers like this! Played with our faith! I will not be silent like this! I must destroy you, the devil, for all living beings!"

"How did you get out?" Rocasna, who was in chaos, began to fight with the archbishop's soul for control of this body. The ashes of those untouchables not only affected the use of psychic energy, but also affected his suppression of the archbishop's soul.

After all, the archbishop was forcibly devoured, not that he chose to fall. The soul of the archbishop who failed to kill the projection of humanity with his own hands has been dormant in the body, waiting for the moment of revenge.

And now is the time!

The angry bishop suppressed Rocasna, whose soul was burned by psychic bullets. The bishop with a golden soul light fiercely beat the unprepared demon.

The psychic spells on Omar and Rast were finally lifted, and the explosive bolts on their arms popped out, revealing the glowing plasma emitters.

Rast also removed the suppression crystal behind his head, and the destructive psychic energy instantly reverberated around him. His flesh was peeled off layer by layer by lightning, revealing his bones and various bionic implants.

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"For the Emperor!"

Plasma and lightning hit Rokasna one after another, and the Archbishop's golden soul firmly locked Rokasna's body as he tried to avoid it.

"You insects!"

The angry Lokasna screamed in the huge explosion of plasma and lightning, and the soul he used to possess was also traumatized by the lightning.

Omar was hit by the explosion and hit the wall hard, spitting out a mouthful of blood, while Rust, who had turned into a skeleton, was shattered by the shock wave, leaving nothing behind.

The archbishop's body may have been protected by Rokasna's psychic barrier and was not completely evaporated in the devastating blow. Omar could even see that this strong body was still breathing slightly.

"Have they been dispelled?" Omar manipulated the electronic muscle bundle and used the armor to drive his body forward. He looked at the large formation that was no longer flashing light and knelt down beside the archbishop.

"Are you conscious? Hmm? For the Emperor? Can you hear me? Archbishop?"

The archbishop coughed a few times and used his hoarse throat to give Omar a final warning, "Be careful, Laculas."

This sentence made Omar break into a cold sweat. His glands were secreting hormones crazily to keep his body running.

A section of bone floated in the air, and flesh and blood quickly grew. Pale blue feathers grew on this body, and shone a mysterious deep purple under the refraction of light.

The huge bird-headed monster laughed forward and backward. He held a scepter with eyes and inlaid with crystals and gems. He pinned Omar to the ground with a casual press and penetrated his thigh.

"You guys really amaze me. That's why we like you mortals so much. You always bring us unexpected fun."

Rokasna, who was completely introduced into the real world relying on the remains of the fake saint Laculas, pinched Omar and the Archbishop with his hands, and casually relit the formation.

Slowly walking out of this magnificent church with nothing left but the walls, Rokasna happily admired the demonic faces that kept emerging in the sky.

"This planet is about to sink into the subspace, and you have done nothing."

Seeing the desperate faces of Omar and the Archbishop, Luokasna felt so happy that she couldn't give up. Ever since I met that weird guy, I have never looked like a big devil.

Without any impressive results, he was always running away with serious injuries, throwing away his armor.

This heavy blow even caused Rokasna to fall into deep doubts about his self-worth.

but now!

As the ever-changing Demon Lord! As an outstanding graduate! Ability is worthy of recognition! Playing with the intertwining of despair and hope, there is no moisture in my own strength!

That guy is so weird! Too strange! This is not my problem! It's that guy's problem!

Thinking of this, Lokasna let out a breath of gloomy air. He finally regained his confidence and became the ever-changing Demon Lord that made all things tremble and fear.

"Despair after hope is dashed is the most moving, don't you think?"

Omar did not answer Rokasna. He just lowered his head in pain. He was so ashamed.

The Archbishop also closed his eyes and his face was ashen. A fool like him who was played by the devil did not deserve the redemption of the emperor.

Looking at them, Rokasna burst into laughter, and the strong psychic laughter aroused a thunderous thunder, re-baptizing the entire church into a palace of ever-changing crystals.

"This time is my victory."

He suddenly raised his head and looked towards the far end, where was the front line of the bloody battle and the core factory area of ​​the Scrap Steel Plain.

There was a sense of destruction that frightened Luokasna. He suddenly felt that he would die here.

Just when he left Omar and the Archbishop behind and was about to tear open the gap and escape, a golden flower soared into the sky, and its divine light was like the sun, piercing all the haze and weirdness.

The dark clouds were dispersed, and the invasion of subspace subsided. Rokasna's whole body was burned by the golden light, which was uncontrollable. Even if the gap in front of him was only half a step, he could not move forward.

Just as he was about to vanish into ashes under the divine light, an ever-changing shadow stretched out from the crack and rescued the dying Rokas.

Omar looked at the golden flower that covered the sky. He could not imagine how huge it was. The smell of blasphemy is swept away from the air, leaving only the golden light that purifies the soul.

"Omar. Come on. Come on, let me see the holy relics."

The archbishop was helped up by Omar. He looked at the golden flowers in the distance with tears and made the final aquila salute.

The archbishop died, and his battered body and exhausted soul turned into golden lights floating in the sky. Omar watched as countless golden lights like archbishops gathered into a golden thread and floated towards the golden flower.

With his hands on his chest, Omar knelt on the ground devoutly, watching countless souls fly towards the Golden Throne.

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