The Starrealm Knights' chief knight commander, a general in the Imperial Divine Galaxy's Defense Forces, Count Seliola, trudged across the wilderness of Planet Sarna.
Anyone who knew Count Seliola and saw him like this would have found it hard to believe their eyes.
In their memories, if there was anyone in this tainted galaxy who embodied the perfect knight, it was of course Count Seliola. He was dignified and courageous, steadfast in his observance of etiquette and virtue, decisive and just in his actions, yet also merciful and generous. His strength was godlike, but he still had a humble and gentle side. To the emperor, he was the perfect subject. To the bigwigs of the Privy Council and the Marshal's Office, he was a comrade they could trust with their backs. To the new recruits of the knights, he was naturally a leader and mentor worthy of the deepest admiration.
This perfect knight always stood as straight as a mountain, as if not even a falling star could bend him.
But now, his face was deathly pale, his back hunched, his steps unsteady, and his movements sluggish. He looked as if he might collapse and die at any moment.
Ordinary people thought that high-ring psykers were impervious to blades and bullets, fire and water, and possessed immortal bodies. In a sense, that was true. But we must also understand that whether someone was truly "immortal" was a relative, not an absolute, concept. The perfect knight, Count Seliola, was no exception.
But honestly, not every "demigod" could keep walking after having a kidney carved out by a black sword and a lung pierced by a psychic rifle.
In fact, his condition was far better than he'd expected. The reason he was staggering and moving slowly was that he was using his