Fallen Angels' Penitent Crusade!

As soon as the two girls appeared, Hilda, a Psyker, could feel the oppressive aura that seemed like an abyss, capable of swallowing light and even souls.

The entire Laboratory felt like a zero-gravity environment, with cables and debris floating in mid-air.

The Alert Fortress, which had stood firm against the sandstorms for countless years, was now groaning under the weight of that unseen force!

However, it must be said that these Fallen Angels were once the First Legion, possessing unparalleled qualities and mental fortitude. Under the Gravity Crush of this terrifying Psychic Power, they stubbornly persevered and did not fall.

Kneel down.

Suddenly, from the depths of the older girl's deep blue eyes, it seemed as if an endless ocean was pouring out, and for a moment the entire Laboratory was as if the sky had collapsed!

Thump! Thump!

Dozens of Fallen Angels, including the commander of the Ollsen Chapter Master, finally could no longer hold on and their knees slammed heavily into the ground.

The sturdy Power Armor is practically made of paper in front of a Psyker.

If she wanted to... that girl could crush all the Fallen Angels present into mincemeat in the blink of an eye!

Forced to kneel on one knee, Ollsen, with beads of cold sweat on his forehead, was utterly horrified and stared in disbelief at the two fair-skinned girls in dresses who looked quite young standing beside the man.

How could Delta- level and Alpha- Psyker... be here?!

Tactics? Equipment? Number of people?

No, no, no... As the former chapter Chapter Master of the First Legion, the Dark Angels, Ollsen knew very well that it meant nothing in front of Delta- level Psyker!

Not to mention, there's also an Alpha- level Psyker right next to him. If that thing has even the slightest emotional fluctuation, the entire Alert Star will be wiped out!

"Do I need to kill them?"

Gabriel tilted his head and slowly extended his hand, his five slender fingers slowly clenching. The surrounding space groaned and trembled, visibly torn open with hideous cracks, and tidal waves of psionic Psychic Power converged towards the center!

The suffocating pressure surged in from all directions. Ollsen, who was at the center, suddenly felt as if all his senses had been taken away, as if his whole body had been dragged into a bottomless black hole!

Am I... going to die?

Although they were Fallen Angels, they were no better than ants in front of a Delta- level Psyker; they would all be crushed to death.

Dealing with this level of Psyker often requires extensive Chapter support, from firepower to anti- Psychic Power suppression, and many people working together to achieve this!

The primary taboo is to be approached by a powerful Psyker, because once you fall into the range of their Psychic Power attacks, you will be completely annihilated in an instant!

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Ollsen's mind like a slideshow. From the day they were identified as "Fallen Angels," they had been burdened with injustice and sin, fleeing through the universe.

They wanted to uncover the truth, to reclaim their lost glory, to... return to the banner of the Gene-Father, and rekindle their faith in the Emperor!

However, over the long years, they gradually became dominated by resentment and anger, which clouded their reason.

Why?!

Are they to bear the burden of injustice and sin?

They had never betrayed anyone, yet they lost their honor and wandered like stray dogs, misunderstood by their former Chapter Brother and branded with the insulting name of "Fallen Angels"!

Thus, Ollsen conceived the idea of revenge. He led the rest of his Chapter to Alert Star, seeking to avenge the Imperium for which he had given everything, even his life!

But now... it seems like everything is coming to an end!

So tired, so very tired... Ollsen slowly closed his eyes. All hatred and revenge left him forever at this moment. He just wanted to get a good night's sleep.

No more being hunted down, no more running away, and no more opening your eyes every day worrying about being discovered by the Dark Angels and falling into Asmodeus's hands.

However, just as Ollsen gave up and was about to face death, a voice suddenly came.

"Alright, Gabriel..." Alvin ruffled the girl's hair and said gently, "Don't kill anyone; they're still valuable to me."

The darkness has vanished!

As his senses returned to his body, the fear of death gripped Ollsen's heart like an invisible hand, causing the battle-hardened commander to gasp for breath.

They survived!

"Why... didn't you kill us?" Ollsen stroked the still-beating heart, feeling no joy at surviving the ordeal, only a faint... sense of loss.

"Are you disappointed?" Alvin walked up to Ollsen, who was kneeling, and scrutinized the Chapter Master of the Fallen Angels. "As I said, I don't believe it was a matter of subjectively betraying the Imperium. Secondly, the plan with Chaos Warmaster Abaddon, as of now, doesn't pose a substantial threat to Alert Star. So... there's still value in saving him."

Through Ollsen's several emotionally charged recounts, Alvin pieced together a fragmented understanding of this Fallen Angels Chapter.

They weren't the Dark Angels who participated in the rebellion; they were genuinely wronged, completely framed by Azrael.

That's why Alvin said they were still worth saving; otherwise, if they were truly part of the rebellion, Gabriel would have crushed them long ago, instead of dragging it out until now.

However, after hearing Alvin's words, Ollsen laughed self-deprecatingly, shook his head, and a hint of dejection appeared on his aged face. "Value? Hahaha... We are Fallen Angels, no one can forgive our sins."

"Is that so?"

Alvin's lips curled into a slight smile as he crouched down and whispered in Ollsen's ear, "I know someone who can forgive your sins."

Ollsen was tempted, but quickly despaired, shaking his head and saying, "No, no one can forgive our sins unless the Emperor can walk among mortals again."

"... Don't say such ominous things." Alvin glared at him, then lowered his voice. "What if I told you that in the near future, your Gene-Father, Ryan Johnson, will awaken from his millennia-long slumber and forgive the sins of the Fallen Angels?"

Buzz!

Ollsen's mind went blank, buzzing, and it took him a long time to react. He stared at him with wide, incredulous eyes. "You... what did you say?"

"Shh~"

Alvin raised a finger to his lips. "Whether you believe it or not is up to you, but I can give you a choice: join my ranks, embark on Penitent Crusade for the mistakes Alert Star has made, and reclaim the lost glory. In this way, when He returns... you will be forgiven. What do you say?"

"The Penitent Crusade..."

Ollsen clenched his fist, his pupils trembling slightly.

Those who make mistakes naturally need to make amends, and the Penitent Crusade is a punishment specifically set up by the Imperium for such people!

In the most dangerous areas, they fight bloody battles against Chaos, Xenos, and Heretics without any support, personnel replenishment, or supplies. They are like convicts redeeming themselves, and can only be reinstated by the Imperium when the period of the Penitent Crusade ends!

Perhaps, many people will die.

More likely, they will all perish in battle, and will never see that distant... forgiveness.

But then, a flame suddenly blazed in Ollsen's eyes, as if he had regained what he had once lost, and he said firmly and resolutely, "Very well, we are willing to join your ranks and embark on the Penitent Crusade!"

The Penitent Crusade was arduous, paved with death!

But at least... they had hope!

When the Penitent Crusade ends, they will be "innocent" Fallen Angels, and will be entitled to await the forgiveness of the Gene-Father, Lion El'Jonson Johnson!