The Terrifying Inner-Ring Maniac!

"Will you repent?!"

"Heretic, I'll ask you one more time: do you truly repent?"

As the Chief Librarian of this Chapter, what Marquez hated most was being called a "Daemon".

The purest iron fist slammed mercilessly into T'Challa's body.

"Who are you calling Daemon? Who is Daemon?"

With each word he spoke, a dozen iron fists, mixed with Psychic Impact, struck T'Challa.

If it weren't for the Vibranium suit, T'Challa would probably have been smashed into a hard, bouncy pulp by the enraged Marquez by now!

Don't think that wearing Vibranium -woven suit makes you invincible.

At least in front of this Chapter's Chief Librarian, it doesn't really matter whether T'Challa wears the Vibranium suit or not.

If he wanted, Marquez would have at least ninety-nine ways to outmaneuver Black Panther, who was wearing Vibranium suit.

"Tsk..." Ollsen watched from the side, his brows furrowed.

Why did you have to provoke the "Librarian"—the one with the worst temper in the entire Chapter?

Although the Librarian is Space Marine, he is essentially a Psyker, and a short temper is a common occurrence for him.

What's more, you even called them Daemon?

To these former Fallen Angels, whose very foundations were not clean, these words were nothing short of the most vicious curse. If they had followed the old practices of the Inner Circle, T'Challa should have been skinned alive and sentenced to death with white phosphorus.

Seeing that T'Challa was practically dead, Ollsen slowly said, "Alright, Marquez, if you keep hitting him he'll die. We have no authority to deal with him; we have to hand him over to His Highness Alvin."

Mentioning the name "Alvin" calmed the enraged Marquez down slightly.

Looking at T'Challa, who was like a lump of mud, Ollsen waved his hand. "Strip him of his uniform and lock him up."

Thus, the Black Panther, before even making his debut, tragically became a slave.

With a chain around his neck, like a dead dog, he was dragged along by Marquez and his Chapter Brother. What seemed like a long time had only passed a few minutes, and most of that time was just Marquez venting his frustrations.

Ollsen led the first Tactical Squad, and after only a few steps, they ran head-on into the Wakanda Guardians who had come to reinforce them.

The group of ten bald, dark-skinned women, adorned with unidentifiable gold jewelry and wielding spears, froze upon seeing the ten Dark Angels. Then, they turned to their leader, Okoye, who was chained up...

The "prince" resting on the ground.

The young Black Panther, Prince T'Challa, the guardian of Wakanda on whom the people placed their hopes, had been beaten black and blue, almost unrecognizable, and even his Vibranium suit had been ripped off.

Seeing this, Okoye nearly choked on her breath. She felt dizzy, her head buzzing. Their king, the Black Panther of Wakanda, their guardian... defeated so quickly?

Moreover, they received the same treatment as the old king: stripped naked, chained around their necks, and dragged along the ground like slaves!

Black Panther... lost!

Okoye gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, and glared at them. "Guardians, follow me and charge! Rescue the King!"

"O Bast the Panther God, please bless your people, so that they may defeat the enemy and protect our homeland!"

Even knowing he was outmatched, Okoye still raised his spear high and roared with all his might, "Long live Wakanda! Long live Buster!"

"Leopard God?"

This time, Marquez heard it clearly; the light around him seemed to be distorted, and an invisible yet substantial pressure spread out.

His chilling voice, like an extreme chill, instantly extinguished the air within a radius of hundreds of meters.

Even the ground froze. "Damn heretics, how dare you preach false gods? I think you need to repent!"

This time, Ollsen didn't stop Marquez.

Why weren't these people's names mentioned on His Highness Alvin's list?

Since it wasn't mentioned, it's not important.

Marquez's eyes were icy as he stared at the Guardians charging towards them, his voice heavy as a thousand pounds. "Mental Blast!"

The next moment, the invisible force spread fiercely, like the Rock thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

However, when the Guardians led by Okoye came into contact with the ripples, their movements seemed to freeze, and they stood still.

A gust of wind blew by, and hundreds of Guardians fell one after another like waves of wheat.

He lost his life completely without a sound.

The Guardians was wiped out!

As Marquez said, he could crush their lives in a second.

And he did all this without even moving a single finger; it was effortless and efficient.

This is the high-level Psyker, the most terrifying killer among the Space Marine, and the first target for the enemy to behead on the battlefield—the Psychic Power Librarian!

"Continue."

Ollsen didn't even bother to glance at the Guardians lying on the ground.

The Dark Angels stepped over their corpses, ruthless yet extremely efficient, carrying out their mission.

Once they stormed the palace... No, "stormed" shouldn't be used to describe it.

The Wakanda defenses collapsed completely; they had entered openly and then encountered another Tactical Squad.

From the queen to the leaders of the four major tribes, almost all of them were captured alive.

"Reporting to the Chapter Master, the Vibranium mine has been captured, and the target 'Shuri' has been located and placed under control."

"Reporting to the Chapter Master, the Heart-shaped Herb planting field has been located and captured."

Almost simultaneously, reports of the other squads' battle results came through the sound array system.

Then, the bewildered Dark Angels all looked at their beloved Chapter Master: "Chapter Master,"

"The next step is to build fortifications to defend against large-scale enemy attacks?"

High above the palace, overlooking the entire Wakanda and the utterly panicked crowd, Ollsen knew it was all over.

He shook his head. "No need. Send a few people to maintain order. The war is over."

"Commander, is that all?"

A veteran Dark Angels soldier, speechless and exasperated, turned his head and glanced at their beloved Chapter Master.

After a half-second silence, Ollsen nodded stiffly.

"The enemy... really has no reinforcements?" A veteran Dark Angels hesitated for a moment, then asked with some skepticism, "Will there be any Titans, Knight Legions, or even Hive Tyrant or Orks Generals later?"

Ollsen's lips twitched. "If I'm not mistaken, none of these should be there."

"Then, surely the enemy will have to reorganize their forces to launch another attack?" The veteran of the Dark Angels still refused to believe it.

After all, whether they were Dark Angels or Fallen Angels, the "wars" they experienced were often against overwhelming odds, and every near-death battle was a perilous ordeal.

This time, however... it made them very suspicious, because it was too simple.

Throughout the entire process, there was almost no decent resistance whatsoever, which is utterly unreasonable!

"Don't ask anymore, our mission is over." Ollsen was exhausted, and he also wanted to tell his brothers that there were even more dangerous missions to come.

But... Wakanda seems to have only this much ability.

After storming the palace, Ollsen was somewhat speechless; these people's willpower was just too weak!

Lacking any organization or firm will, they were no better than chickens and dogs, not even as good Underhive.

That's all they've got, yet they've managed to get them all fired up, even having a priest pray for blessings before the battle... It's all for nothing. If they'd known it would be like this, they would have just sent a few Tactical Squad.

"This isn't some kind of Penitent Crusade at all..." The Dark Angels veteran next to him muttered speechlessly, "Isn't this just a vacation?"

Ollsen heard this, kicked the child out, and cursed angrily, "Get the hell away from me, and don't cause trouble!"