Duanmu Huai's warhammer came crashing down, striking the Great Unclean One's twisted, despair-filled head and smashing it into the ground.
"---------BOOM!!!"
The next moment, everyone felt the ground shake.
A massive wave of air exploded outward from Duanmu Huai, surging in every direction.
Even the Eldar's sturdy pyramid, strong enough to imprison the Great Unclean One, trembled and cracked beneath the powerful impact.
The Great Unclean One's agonized wails and shrieks, accompanied by roaring Psychic Power, burst through the pyramid's dome and blew it apart like an exploding pressure cooker.
When everyone, knocked to the ground by the shock wave, finally recovered, they saw only Duanmu Huai emerging from the smoke with his warhammer over his shoulder.
Behind him, nothing remained but a charred black crater.
"All right."
Duanmu Huai stared at them.
He stared at every one of them.
"It's over now."
When they left the Hive City, everyone was visibly exhausted.
Just as Duanmu Huai had said, with the destruction of the Great Unclean One, the plague spreading through the Hive City also vanished.
Of course, those infected by the plague were not miraculously healed like people in a fairy tale.
Those with mild infections survived.
Those with severe infections, however, sank into the sleep of death along with the plague.
The only thing they could do was pray that the souls of the dead would return to the Golden Throne instead of falling into the eternal torment of the Chaos God.
Although the Hive City had lost a considerable portion of its population, at least this world had been saved.
It could still provide the star sector with a steady stream of logistical supplies.
As for the lost portion... it could still be replenished from elsewhere.
However, all of this was far from over.
Inquisitor Sten sat