Was that a Dreadnought?
But perhaps calling it Helbrute or Daemon Engine would be more appropriate.
These are the blasphemous creations of fallen Space Marine, punished by an evil god who forcibly imprisoned their souls within Dreadnought.
Its shape was so distorted that the armor, which should have been square, became somewhat rounded and strange.
The limbs are disproportionate, and strange mechanical tentacles extend from the joints.
Its paint job is an eerie blue, covered with intricate patterns that are constantly changing, as if they are alive.
Several screaming zombies were welded to the shoulder of the mecha.
Their bodies and mechs were fused together, their faces contorted in pain, yet they uttered ecstatic groans.
Behind the mecha followed a group of equally twisted creations.
There are bizarre combinations of humans and machines, spherical monsters floating in the air, and hundreds of screaming, leaping Necrontyr.
As soon as they rushed in, they began their frenzied attack.
The Slaanesh followers dressed as servants also shrieked and pounced, their arms instantly transforming into fleshy blades, engaging the mechanical monsters in a fierce battle with astonishing speed.
Blood and flesh flew everywhere, colorful gas splattered, and screams and maniacal laughter mingled together.
Callum has gone somewhat mad.
"!￥%&#￥@!!!"
His roar was filled with anger and fear, but the words were abstract; Lynn guessed it was the real name of some demon.
A figure emerged from the smoke and dust.
She wore a blue priest's robe covered with glowing tubing and embroidered with dazzling patterns, the hem of which trailed blue particles of light.
She wore a half-mechanical mask, revealing a face as pale as paper, with a maniacal smile on her lips.
This is a Chaos Sorcerer, a follower of the Lord of Change.
Lynn felt like her head was about to explode.
Slaanesh and Tzeentch, they're here?
The restaurant is now crammed with two followers of the Chaos faction, plus a trapped Imperium governor.
She walked to the center of the restaurant, ignoring the monsters fighting, and her gaze fell directly on Lynn.
"What an interesting change," she muttered to herself, her voice frantic.
Callum stood in front of her, his purple vertical pupils burning with rage.
"What exactly do you want?!"
"What do I want to do?" Her voice regained its rationality. "I want to change the fate of St. Garus."
All three of them were stunned.
"What the hell?" Callum asked.
She looked around at the monsters fighting and the distorted portraits hanging on the walls.
" The St. Garus Family is utterly rotten."
Her voice carried a resentment of being misunderstood.
" Caladogon only knows how to adhere to those rigid dogmas, completely unaware of the immense power his family wields."
"Since he cannot lead St. Garus to glory, then let me do it!"
She looked at Callum, a flash of hatred in her eyes.
"And the Lord of Change will give me the power to change all of this."
She burst into laughter.
"You've been wronged too?" Lynn cursed inwardly.
It seems that Caladogon's upbringing wasn't very good.
Callum's face twitched.
"You're crazy."
"Crazy?" she laughed.
"Maybe so, but at least I know what I'm doing."
And you? Do you know what you're doing?
"You've pleased the Lord of Pleasure, and then what? What about Brevis? What about the family?"
Callum fell silent.
Holy crap, they still have rationality?
Now Lynn was even more convinced that the problem definitely lay with Caladogon's education!
The Chaos Sorcerer continued walking forward, past him, towards Lynn.
Callum tried to stop them, but was entangled by several multi-eyed, multi-armed shapeshifters.
They continuously summoned fire hounds, howlers, and Necrontyr to hinder Callum.
Finally, the Chaos Sorcerer stopped in front of Lynn and looked down at him.
That half-pale face was so close.
"Governor Kerry von," she said, her voice softening.
"No, I should call you... Lynn."
Lynn's pupils contracted.
How did she know that name?
Seeing his reaction, the Chaos Sorcerer smiled.
"Don't be nervous," she said. "I know much more than you think."
She stretched out her hand, which was semi-mechanized, with colorful electric light dancing at her fingertips.
"From this day forward," she said, "I will show you what true power is."
Lynn was trapped in her seat, unable to move, and could only watch as the hand drew closer and closer.
Just then, a barbed whip wrapped around her hand.
"Hill Esk's lackey? You want to stop me too?" She looked at Loya.
"He is my prey," Loya's voice rang out, laced with possessiveness.
"You're asking for death!" The Chaos Sorcerer's face beneath his hood swirled into a vortex.
The ever-changing, Tzeentch magic erupted from the vortex, all rushing towards Loya.
Not far away, Callum was still fighting with several shapeshifters.
Inside the restaurant, Slaanesh and Tzeentch's followers fought a bloody battle.
And he, Lynn, was trapped in the middle, unable to move.
And everyone tacitly avoided attacking him.
Judging from this, they all see him as the final trophy.
"This is really bad," he thought with a wry smile, "I'm incredibly unlucky."
Just as the three sides were locked in a fierce battle, a golden light appeared, breaking the restaurant's predominantly purple and blue color scheme.
It wasn't just shining through doors or windows; the golden light penetrated the cold stone walls as if it were a tangible substance.
Penetrating the murals depicting blasphemous scenes, penetrating the petrified figures frozen in pain and pleasure.
Like holy swords tempered in fire, they pierced fiercely into this blasphemous place that lies between the Warp and the physical space.
The corrupting aura of the Warp sizzled and burned within the golden light, and the distorted radiance slowly dissipated under the holy light.
A grand chanting sound came from outside.
It was the nuns' steadfast prayers, the priests' resounding hymns, and the soul-stirring chants of thousands of fanatics.
The sound grew closer and louder, like rolling Thunder crushing the earth, drowning out the screams of the Slaanesh cultists, the Necrontyr, and the buzzing of the Tzeentch Sorcerer's spells.
It gradually became the sole dominant theme of this Chaos land.
The Warp corrosion within the restaurant began to fluctuate violently.
Even some of the lower-ranking demons and corrupted servants covered their ears, curled up on the ground, and let out painful howls.
Their bodies shrank visibly in the holy light, like fish stranded on a beach and scorched by the blazing sun.
Callum's fanaticism was replaced by horror. He looked up at the golden light piercing through the wall, his voice filled with doubt:
" The Ecclesiarchy? What are they doing here?!"
Loya's expression also darkened, his languid nobility vanished, replaced by an increasingly intense killing intent.
The spiked whip in his hand cracked in the air with a sonic boom, and his gaze swept across every corner of the restaurant, as if searching for a way to break out.
Most of the Chaos Cultist appeared somewhat nervous upon discovering the arrival of the Ecclesiarchy's armed forces.
They are the Emperor's exclusive weapons of faith, a formidable force against the great enemy of Chaos.
Bang!!!
With a loud crash, the restaurant's solid wood door was smashed open, and amidst flying sawdust, countless figures swarmed in.
They are fanatical followers of the Ecclesiarchy.