What Blasphemy Is This!

In the universe of Warhammer 40,000, Golden Light was the best pass.

Who would ever doubt golden Holy Light?

It was just like Brother Abaddon's golden eyes.

Tyrennius fell silent for two seconds, then made a move Lin En had never expected.

He raised his left hand and pressed the release button on the side of his helmet.

The air pressure released, and he removed his helmet, revealing a pale, sharply defined face.

Then he pressed a hand to his chest and bowed slightly. "Thank you very much for your assistance, Mr. Lin En. Without this blessed weapon, I would undoubtedly have died."

According to the relic archives of Baal Monastery, in the records of the Emperor's Holy Light Blessing, there had been no more than three instances in the past ten thousand years of anyone imbuing a weapon with Holy Light Enchanting. Every one of them had been recorded as a miracle of the Emperor's manifestation.

There was a specific term for these agents of the Emperor in the mortal realm: Living Saint.

What Tyrennius immediately felt was something he found difficult to accept.

What were the Ecclesiarchy and the Inquisition doing? Why would they exile a psyker with such abilities against daemons—one who had received the Emperor's blessing and gained miraculous power—to such a desolate world?

This was no ordinary psyker anymore. This was a Living Saint capable of granting blessings, an incarnation of the Emperor's faith in the mortal realm.

A psyker suspected to be a Living Saint, capable of granting weapons Holy Light Enchanting with a special effect against daemons, would be a high-value strategic asset in any Imperial combat force.

Instead of placing him in the Daemon Inquisition and treating him like a treasure, the Inquisition had thrown him alone onto a Chaos dead world after Exterminatus and left him to survive by himself?

What blasphemy this was!!!!!!

Tyrennius held the Holy Light Greatsword. His blood-red Power Armor was illuminated by Holy Light, making him look like a battle angel who had stepped out of a church mural.

Lin En was thrilled beyond words and gave a cheeky laugh. "I only just awakened, you know."

He still had to keep a low profile and stay alive. The more he stayed alive, the more cards he could draw.

Even if he really wasn't blessed by luck, quantity could overcome probability. With enough attempts, he would eventually draw a gold card.

Cecilia leaned against the rock wall and said flatly, "The Inquisition has truly acted with unchecked authority for far too long. Who knows how many of the battle heroes and psykers they've exiled over the years could have been useful to the Imperium?"

Tyrennius turned and glanced at Cecilia without saying anything.

Cecilia's vertical-pupil mutation had probably been the reason the Inquisition exiled her as well.

He didn't know enough about the relationship between the Battle Sisters and the Inquisition to comment, but she probably had her own grievances.

After all, because of the twin problems of the Blood Angels' Red Thirst and Black Rage, they had always been a major focus of the Inquisition's attention.

Lin En, however, offered an explanation for the Inquisition. "It's because the Inquisition can't tell good from bad either. The Imperium's current policy is not to seek merit, but merely to avoid mistakes—better to kill the wrong person than let the wrong person go. When they can't tell the difference, the safest thing to do is exile everyone. The fact that they haven't killed everyone already means they have a conscience."

Still, some people in the Inquisition really were rotten. The incident involving the Celestial Lions was proof.

Because the Celestial Lions questioned the Inquisition's practice of issuing Exterminatus and destroying an entire planet whenever there was an infection, they suffered retaliation from an unknown party—most likely the Inquisition.

They were sabotaged in several battles, nearly annihilating the Chapter. In the end, the Celestial Lions' Chapter Master personally went to the council to question the Inquisition, only to have an assassin slit his throat in the middle of the hearing.

Because the Emperor had been seated upon the Golden Throne for ten thousand years and could no longer rise, the Inquisition might have grown somewhat complacent over those millennia. It seemed to have developed the bureaucratic habit of officials shielding one another.

The Inquisition shouldn't have factions or bureaucracy in the first place.

...Sigh. They hadn't encountered anyone from the Inquisition yet. They could talk about that later.

Lin En was very happy now.

It was all about faith. Pure faith.

A living descendant of Sanguinius, a Blood Angel in blood-red Power Armor, had bowed his head and thanked him.

Wow, his figurine had come to life.

Driven by an inexplicable impulse, Lin En happily raised his hand. "Long live the Imperium of Man—!"

Iron Hammer snorted behind him. The corners of Cecilia's lips curled up, and Tyrennius also raised his head with a laugh.

Yes, it was all about faith.

Long live the Imperium of Man—

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After gaining Weapon Enchantment, Tyrennius's combat power had increased dramatically. Now it was time for them to turn back and deal with those Chaos Cultists.

But the commotion from their earlier fight with the Chaos Spawn had been so great. Why hadn't any of those Chaos Cultists followed them?

There was no way they hadn't heard it, right?

That Chaos Spawn had even smashed through the mountain wall.

The entire cavern's ceiling had been shedding dust, and ripples had spread across the surface of the underground river.

Noise of that magnitude could probably be heard even on the surface, let alone inside the cave.

Yet apart from the Chaos Spawn, no one had come over.

The cultists' reinforcements shouldn't have been this slow.

Back on the surface, a red-robed priest had been able to summon over a hundred people within minutes. Tyrennius had been fighting outside for so long, yet there had been no reaction from the altar at all. It didn't make sense.

Something was wrong—one part wrong in a hundred thousand.

Tyrennius didn't stop. He held the chainsword glowing with Golden Light in one hand. "We'll know once we go back and take a look."

With the golden greatsword in his hand, he seemed to be holding an Exterminatus.

We are the Emperor's Wrath, the iron of the galaxy!

The flesh and blood of heretics shall be fertilizer for the Imperium!

As they headed back, they discovered the truth.

To protect the ritual site, the Chaos Cultists had been maintaining a dense defensive line outside the cave.

The closer they got to the great cavern where the ritual was being held, the more the hostile signals directly ahead on Lin En's Danger Sense screen began to gather again.

Red dots packed tightly together, forming layer upon layer of arcing formations from the end of the passage, completely sealing the entrance to the cavern.

The rift was already pulsing, and the sacrifice had reached its final stage.

They had heard the sounds of the Astartes and the Chaos forces fighting wildly over there, but they hadn't cared. They only wanted to block the doorway with sheer numbers and ensure that the ritual proceeded smoothly.

Lin En and the others turned a corner and arrived at the passage outside the great cavern.

Sure enough, everyone was here.

The cultists had filled the passage, row after row, blocking the entrance to the cavern.

At the front were ordinary believers carrying crude autoguns and chainaxes. Heavy-armored elite guards wielding power weapons were interspersed among them, while red-robed psykers in the rear maintained a defensive psychic formation.

A dark-red psychic barrier flowed thirty meters in front of the entrance, sealing off the passage into the cavern.

Tyrennius stepped out from the corner. The red glow of his helmet lenses swept from the left side of the Psychic Barrier to the right, from the heavy-weapons squads to the psyker formation, surveying every firing position and route of engagement.

The first layer was cannon fodder, the second a melee line of heavily armored guards, and the third a Psychic Barrier maintained by psykers. Even on a frontal battlefield, this defensive formation could withstand a charge from an entire company of the Imperial Guard.

They had really spared no expense.

But that also proved that the cavern behind them was indeed the center of this abnormal gathering of cultists.

Those high-ranking psykers were in the cavern beyond, trying to open the Warp Rift.

As long as they cut down all these cultists, a few of them really could stop the crisis of the Warp Rift opening.

Hmm, now this was exciting!

It was time for them to turn around and cause trouble for these cultists!

In truth, such a densely packed defense was no match at all for Tyrennius, who wielded the Holy Light Greatsword.

Heavy weapons couldn't penetrate Ceramite, while ordinary autoguns couldn't even scrape the paint off his Power Armor.

The cultists carrying melee weapons were even less worth mentioning. Ordinary people were nothing but easy prey before an Astartes.

Tyrennius told Lin En and the others to hide by the passage entrance, then stepped forward alone.

The blood-red Power Armor angel came around the corner. In the eyes of those cultists, although they maintained their composure and said nothing, their legs inevitably trembled twice.

The difference in size between an Astartes and an ordinary human was simply too great.

A standard Astartes weighed around 300 kilograms naked, before putting on armor.

After donning Ceramite Power Armor, an Astartes and his armor together weighed nearly a ton.

Who? Who was blocking a Blood Angel? Them?

Then, without even saying hello, Tyrennius charged straight into the mass of cultists with the Holy Light Great Chainsword!

Before the roar of his jump pack could reach human ears, he had already become a blood-and-gold afterimage.

A distance of more than ten meters was compressed into two steps beneath his feet.

Before the third step landed, the chainsword was already raised high above his head. The roar of its Holy Light-golden teeth instantly drowned out the cultists' chanting from the cavern behind them.

With the Holy Light Great Chainsword raised in his hands, he looked like justice descending from the heavens!!!

The first thing to collide with the blade was the Psychic Barrier.

The dark-red barrier jointly supported by the red-robed psykers shattered in an instant the moment the golden teeth touched it!

Dark-red psychic energy frantically fled in all directions from the point of contact.

The four high-ranking red-robed psykers maintaining the barrier were thrown backward at the same time.

Two of them turned into corpses before they even had time to hit the ground.

The Warp Crystals at the tops of their staffs exploded into powder. The dark-red dust that rose into the air was completely evaporated by the Golden Light before it could land.

The remaining two psykers fell to the ground and screamed as they scrambled backward, fumbling for their spare crystals.

But before their fingers could touch the pockets inside their robes, Tyrennius had already passed through the remains of the barrier.

The massive Blood Angel in blood-red Power Armor loomed before them like a bulldozer.

The huge golden sword came crashing down.