Callum began reciting a blasphemous prayer.
The sounds grew increasingly frantic, and the entire restaurant began to tremble.
The prayer was a whisper from the Warp, each syllable sounding like a blasphemy against the soul.
Loya's expression changed drastically. He released his grip and turned to run.
Lynn felt that she could move her body a little more.
He struggled to his feet and staggered in the opposite direction.
He didn't know what was happening, but he knew that staying would mean certain death.
Callum's body began to expand rapidly.
His skin was torn, his muscles were twisted, and his bones were deformed.
His face was unrecognizable, just a grotesque mass of flesh and blood, but his mouth was still chanting prayers.
As if summoned, the surrounding Slaanesh followers abandoned their fight and charged madly toward Callum.
They pounced on him, hugged his legs, embraced his waist, and kissed his wounds.
They gave their souls to him.
The believers surged toward him in droves, and the souls of hundreds of believers were devoured within seconds.
Their bodies fell, turning into mummies, but the expressions on their faces were those of extreme pleasure.
Callum's body swelled to its limit.
He looked like a huge, disgusting, twisted mass of flesh, filled with the wails and maniacal laughter of hundreds of souls.
Bang!
He exploded.
That was no ordinary explosion; it was the beginning of a blasphemous ritual!
Lynn was thrown over by the shockwave and rolled more than ten meters away. He got up and looked back.
Where Callum is located, space is distorting and tearing apart.
A huge crack appeared there, its edges burning with purple flames.
Deep within the crack, one could vaguely sense something terrifying approaching.
Purple light emanated from the crack, accompanied by an intoxicating, mesmerizing scent.
The fragrance wafted into my nose, making me dizzy yet incredibly excited.
The cracks are getting bigger and bigger.
A giant arm emerged from within.
Slender, elegant, and adorned with exquisite jewelry everywhere.
Bracelets, rings, armbands—each piece reflects a captivating luster.
The fingernails were curved, sharp claws, painted with vibrant colors: the red of blood, the green of poison, and the alluring purple.
Finally, there was half a head.
Half of his face was that of a strong, masculine man, with well-defined features, strong lines, and a powerful presence.
Half of her face was that of a seductive woman, with expressive eyes, a smile on her lips, and an allure that went to the bone.
The two faces blended together perfectly, creating a look that was both terrifyingly evil and breathtakingly beautiful.
Lynn recognized its identity.
The Keeper of Secrets.
Slaanesh's Greater Daemon, Slaanesh's most beloved servant.
A seductive laugh escaped from the crack and echoed throughout the restaurant.
The laughter penetrated everyone's ears, stirring up desire.
It is not like the roar of a demon, nor the howl of a monster; it is like the whisper of a lover in your ear, like the sound longed for in a dream.
Pink Mist seeped out from the cracks, quickly filling the entire space.
Where the Mist passed, a strong, sweet fragrance filled the air.
The aroma was so enticing that it made one drowsy, wishing one could immediately enter a dream from which one would never awaken.
Some people started laughing foolishly, some started crying, and some started tearing at their clothes.
The Keeper of Secrets's body slowly developed cracks.
It is said to have four arms, each wielding a different weapon.
Although only one and half of its head are visible now, it's enough to make the situation extremely dire.
The Slaanesh followers who were still fighting all laid down their weapons the moment they saw the Keeper of Secrets.
They've gone mad.
It's not madness of fear, it's madness of ecstasy.
They knelt at the feet of the Keeper of Secrets, kissing its arms and weapons.
Even though they were immediately poisoned to death by the venom of the ritual blade in his hand, people still rushed forward to kiss him.
The Keeper of Secrets let out a satisfied laugh, reveling in the servant's frenzied infatuation.
It gave them the reward they deserved.
With a wave of his hand, a higher purity Mist spread around the believers.
Slaanesh's followers and demons were all caught in an extreme hallucination.
They started doing things without even realizing it.
Right there on the battlefield, amidst piles of corpses, beside those still-burning sacred flames.
In front of everyone.
The Keeper of Secrets spoke.
Its voice possesses both male and female timbres, beautiful like heavenly music, and malevolent like a curse:
Come on, children.
The sound penetrated everyone's ears, like a gentle hand caressing the cerebral cortex.
Give me your fears, give me your joys, give me your souls!
Hahahaha!!!
The fanatics began to waver.
Those who had just been shouting "For the Emperor!" lowered their weapons.
Their eyes became unfocused, and a look of struggle appeared on their faces.
Some people started to cry, giggle, or kneel down and mutter to themselves.
Even some of the Sisters of Battle were affected.
They heard the sound of their deepest, most secret desires being gently awakened.
This is the power of the Keeper of Secrets of Secrets; it can hear the secrets in anyone's heart at any time and in any place.
And through this, they lead people to their inner desires and into depravity.
And these followers of the Ecclesiarchy, humanity's most steadfast warriors, are their favorite targets for manipulation.
"Stay calm!"
Canoness Valenia's voice boomed like Thunder through the Mist.
She held aloft a blood-stained holy book, which burst forth with dazzling golden light, dispelling the pink Mist in a small area around her.
"That's the whisper of the devil!"
"Think of your faith! Think of the Emperor!"
The wavering sisters regained their senses.
They gritted their teeth, gripped their weapons tightly, and their eyes regained their resolve.
But Valenia knew this was only temporary.
She watched the Keeper of Secrets of the Secret, whose cracks were slowly widening, and knew that she couldn't delay any longer.
Every second of delay allows the Keeper of Secrets to descend one more time, reaping an even greater harvest of emotions and souls.
If it were to fully descend upon Brevis, the entire Brevis would be plunged into disaster.
"Sisters!" she cried, raising her holy sword, "For the Emperor! For Holy Terra!"
"For the Emperor!" the Sisters of Battle shouted in unison.
The fanatics launched another attack.
They charged madly toward the Keeper of Secrets, shouting "For the Emperor!" and their eyes burning with the flames of faith.
Slaanesh followers and low-ranking demons rushed forward to intercept them.
The two sides were locked in a fierce battle, blood and flesh flying everywhere, and screams echoing through the air.
The priests' ranks suffered heavy losses.
They were too fragile; they had no heavy armor, no strong physique, only a long robe and unwavering loyalty.
One priest was torn to pieces, while the other continued chanting.
But they persevered with their faith and their lives.
They chanted purifying hymns aloud, used sacred objects to dispel the surrounding Mist, and paved the way for the Sisters of Battle with their lives.
The Sisters of Battle seized the opportunity to advance.
They split into three teams.
A team used holy bombs to suppress the Keeper of Secrets, each bullet delaying its arrival.
A group of followers blocked the way for the Greater Daemon's protection, their Power Halberd and Chainsword forming a storm of death.
The last team, led by Valenia, charged straight into the crevice.