They were dressed in rags, their bodies covered with self-whipping wounds, and they held whips, Chainsword, and even homemade weapons in their hands.
But their eyes burned with a pure and unwavering faith, a testament to their absolute loyalty to the Emperor.
They emanated a faint yet unwavering golden light, the protection of Emperor, the divine light that naturally emanates from the souls of mortals when their piety reaches its zenith.
This aura may be faint, but it is enough to resist low-level Warp corrosion.
This greatly diminishes the effectiveness of Tzeentch's spells and Slaanesh's Mist.
The fanatics, chanting hymns of purification, surged into the restaurant like a tidal wave.
They knew no fear, charging straight at those Chaos enemies, launching a fearless assault with the most rudimentary weapons.
Following closely behind were hundreds of Ministorum Priest.
They wore black robes with red trim embroidered with Aquila, held aloft exquisitely carved Emperor images, and chanted obscure and sacred scriptures.
Their voices were steady and powerful, merging with the chants of the fanatics to form a mighty torrent of faith.
Wherever it passed, the rotten traces on the floor and the disgusting Warp slime vanished as quickly as ice meeting fire.
Even the psychedelic mist in the air, carrying a faint sweet scent, was replaced by a sacred aura.
The torrent of fanatics automatically parted beside the priests, making way for them.
The sound of footsteps echoed outside the restaurant, each step seeming to herald the arrival of judgment.
Boom!
The wall on the west side of the restaurant, which had already been breached by the Helbrute, was torn open again with an even larger gap.
Amidst the flying debris, more than a dozen enormous mechs squeezed in.
That was the most terrifying instrument of torture used by the Ecclesiarchy, and also a powerful weapon against demons— the Penitent Engine.
Their armor was covered in barbs and blood, and the shells of the mechs were bound with members of the Ecclesiarchy who had committed serious crimes.
Their sense of pain is connected to that of the mechs, and their senses are heightened to an extraordinary degree.
For them, every battle fought by the Penitent Engine was the most severe form of torture.
Their expressions, a mixture of pain and repentance, along with their agonizing cries and devout prayers, would all become the power that propelled the mechs.
These Penitent Engine also experience no fear, are unaffected by Warp corruption, and have only one core.
Slaughtering Chaos, atoning for sins with blood.
As the vanguard, they charged into the restaurant with frenzied steps.
The enormous iron fist smashed directly at the low-level demons blocking its path, turning them into a bloody pulp.
Each of the mech's arms is equipped with a heavy flamethrower, spewing red flames.
These flames, imbued with divine power, reduced the Slaanesh Daemonette, and the Tzeentch Horror to ashes.
Then, hundreds of Sisters of Battle entered in formation.
They wore black Power Armour, with various holy artifact pendants hanging on their chests, and held Boltgun or Chainsword in their hands, with heavy holy books tucked into their waists.
Their movements were perfectly synchronized, each step perfectly timed, and each prayer a resounding battle cry.
They exuded an aura of unwavering resolve and chilling power; they were warriors who had endured countless battles of purification, the Emperor's most loyal daughters.
At the very front was Canoness Valenia.
She wore an ancient set of sacred armor, a divine weapon passed down for thousands of years, every scratch on which was soaked with the faith and blood of generations of nuns.
In her left hand she gripped a gleaming golden relic Boltgun, while in her right hand she held aloft a Power Sword engulfed in raging flames.
That flame was no ordinary fire; it was the flame of the Emperor's faith, capable of easily inflicting immeasurable damage on the great enemy of Chaos.
Valenia's gaze swept across the restaurant like a sharp sword, finally landing on Lynn, who was trapped in his seat, unable to move.
Her eyes were filled with devotion. " The Emperor's chosen ones, we have arrived!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Valenia raised her holy sword high, and golden flames suddenly surged several feet, like a small sun illuminating the entire restaurant.
No commands are required.
The Sisters of Battle immediately and automatically deployed into battle formation, with the front-line nuns wielding Chainsword and power shields, forming an impregnable defensive line.
The nuns in the back row raised their Boltgun and aimed them at the Chaos Cultist and demons.
The fanatics formed a human wall, standing guard around the priests and using their own bodies to shield them from attacks.
The priests chanted the scriptures even louder, and the holy objects in their hands emitted an even stronger golden light, bestowing a faith buff upon the warriors on the front lines.
The first wave of attacks came from the nuns' barrage of attacks.
Hundreds of sanctified Boltgun fired simultaneously, golden tongues of fire weaving into an impenetrable net of fire that shot towards the Chaos creations.
These holy bombs are not merely simple physical attacks; they are imbued with the nuns' own divine fervor.
Each bullet has a burning effect and provides a special attack bonus against demons and Chaos Cultists.
The great enemies of Chaos let out a shrill scream.
Callum's plans were repeatedly thwarted, driving him to a frenzy of rage.
Veins bulged beneath his purple skin, and the bony horns on his head grew even thicker, as the power bestowed upon him by Slaanesh surged wildly within him.
He roared, and his figure suddenly transformed into a purple afterimage, moving so fast that it was impossible for the naked eye to catch it, as he rushed straight towards the nuns' formation.
That was the extreme speed granted by Slaanesh, enough to tear apart most defenses in an instant.
But the Sisters of Battle were prepared.
Valenia raised her hand, and dozens of high-ranking priests behind her simultaneously raised the holy relics in their hands.
There are crosses inlaid with sacred relics, ancient scrolls inscribed with divine scriptures, and holy images carved with the true faces of Emperor.
Dozens of sacred objects simultaneously erupted with dazzling golden light, which intertwined to form a huge and sturdy golden barrier that stretched across the front of the nuns' formation.
With a loud bang, Callum's body slammed into the golden barrier, producing a deafening roar.
The purple energy collided with the golden power of faith, creating ripples of energy.
The golden barrier trembled slightly but did not break. Callum was thrown back by the barrier's recoil, tumbling several times in the air before crashing heavily to the ground.
The next instant, more than a dozen Power Halberd burning with sacred flames simultaneously pierced towards him.
Callum reacted extremely quickly, jerking to the side the instant he landed, barely avoiding most of the attacks.
However, his right shoulder was still slashed open by a Power Halberd, leaving a deep wound.
Instead of oozing purple blood, the wound hissed and emitted thick white smoke, as divine energy raged and burned his demonic body.
The excruciating pain caused him to let out a muffled groan, and the angry expression on his face became even more distorted by the agony.
He retreated hastily, his eyes filled with anger and fear, staring intently at Valenia and the Sisters of Battle, no longer daring to launch a charge.
Amid the chaotic fighting, Lynn's gaze pierced through the layers of people and landed on a familiar figure.
It's Isolde!