Bolters roared, chainswords howled, and flesh flew.
Brother Zhong and the other players plunged into the Cultists like starving wolves among sheep, slaughtering them without restraint.
"In the God-Emperor's name, accept your punishment, heretic."
Little Alpaca, a Sister of Battle clad in Power Armor, charged at the very front with an oversized chainsword engraved with incense prayers.
Bolstered by her faith in the God-Emperor, her combat prowess was no weaker than that of players who had become Astartes.
The nine Psykers presiding over the ritual let out low roars,
intending to unleash terrifying psychic spells upon the players.
Yet, to their surprise, they found themselves unable to cast even a single psychic spell.
Naturally, this was all thanks to Brother Zhong.
Brother Zhong was different from the other players.
As a Blank, he could not become an Astartes.
Primarchs possessed traits of both reality and the Warp.
Astartes, anchored to their Primarchs, naturally possessed some Warp traits as well.
But Brother Zhong, as a Blank, was innately repulsed by the Warp.
He could only choose to strengthen his Blank traits and walk the path of the King of the Soulless.
The supernatural powers of the Warp melted away like snow under the blazing sun when they encountered him.
Within his Blank field, Psykers were completely suppressed and could not even cast spells.
The newly formed daemons near the Warp passage collapsed one after another,
and, amid despairing wails, were banished back to the Warp.
Without psychic power, those gaunt Psykers were weaker in combat than even slaves.
Little Alpaca charged over and tore them to pieces with her chainsword.
With the deaths of the nine Psykers and numerous Cultists, the sacrificial ritual was stopped.
Yet the rift did not close. Instead, it gradually widened.
"Caw caw caw caw caw, hahahaha."