The Sisters of Battle reacted immediately.
"Form ranks!" a deep female voice rang out.
After Valenia's death, another nun took on her responsibilities.
The fanatics struggled to their feet; some of them aged decades in an instant, their hands and feet trembling, yet they still gripped their weapons tightly.
The Boltgun roared once more.
The Chaos Spawn charged ahead, and the explosive bombs blasted open bloody holes in them.
But they feel no pain, know no fear, and only charge forward blindly.
One of them had his leg blown off, so he crawled using his remaining hands and feet.
If half of its body is blown apart, it will roll around with the remaining half.
Moreover, they are incredibly resilient, and their injuries are quickly repaired by their own flesh and blood.
The pilots of those Penitent Engine were already seriously injured, and the passage of time only exacerbated the situation.
They quickly died from the pain inside the mechs.
With the strongest frontline unit of the Ecclesiarchy Front offline, the fanatics had no choice but to hold out.
They used their bodies to block the Chaos Spawn and used explosives to perish together with them.
An old man's lower body was smashed to pieces by the Chaos Spawn, but he still detonated the explosives on his body.
The Sisters of Battle beside them seized the opportunity to open fire and eliminate the Chaos Spawn.
But the Chaos Spawn itself is just cannon fodder.
While the Ecclesiarchy's main firepower was drawn to them, dozens of small cracks spread throughout the restaurant.
From each crack, a blue figure emerged.
Flamer.
They were clumps of floating, burning magical creatures.
Its body was covered with distorted faces that screamed and laughed incessantly, and it spewed air out like mushrooms from below, flinging flames outward with its burning arms.
As soon as they appeared, they started flying around everywhere.
While flying, it spreads Warpflame with its hands or mouth.
The flames were a dazzling array of colors, burning everything in their path with madness.
The fanatics screamed and fell to the ground, rolling around desperately, but the flames could not be extinguished.
The Sisters of Battle ' Power Armour began to melt, and the sacred relics began to turn black.
With the amplification provided by the Chariot of Change, the Flamer received a boost in Psychic Power, making its flames even more powerful.
The entire restaurant had become hell.
Slaanesh's followers and demons were not spared either, but the Chaos faction didn't care about such things.
The Flamer breathe fire at anything that moves.
Those Slaanesh devotees who were just moments before reveling are now howling and turning to ashes amidst the multicolored flames.
The disadvantages of the Ecclesiarchy's armed forces are growing.
The pastors sang hymns of purification with all their might, but they were too old.
After being swept by that blue shockwave, everyone aged at least twenty years.
His voice became hoarse, his breathing became unsteady, and the light of the sacred object dimmed.
The Sisters of Battle are still holding on.
They stood back to back, forming small formations, using holy bombs to suppress the Flamer and Power Halberd to block the Chaos Spawn that rushed in.
But they are also getting old, their movements are getting slower, and their reactions are becoming more sluggish.
A squad of nuns responsible for protecting the priest finally gave out.
The Chaos Spawn broke through their lines and charged into the ranks of the priests.
A scream rang out.
The priests were torn apart, trampled, and strangled by those twisted tentacles.
Without the priest's faith and hymns, the remaining nuns and fanatics lost their vital protection.
The Chaos Sorcerer took the opportunity to increase the power of his spells.
The blue shockwave became stronger.
Those fanatical believers who persisted finally collapsed.
They lay on the ground, too weak to even move a finger.
The Sisters of Battle knelt down one after another.
Finally, only the mocking laughter of Tzeentch Daemon remained in the entire restaurant.
The Tzeentch Sorcerer laughed wildly.
Hahahaha!
She stepped over the corpses scattered on the ground and slowly walked towards where Lynn had fallen.
That governor, that Emperor's Chosen, that man who shook the entire Brevis, is now lying on the ground, looking like a centenarian.
" The St. Garus Family," she murmured, "Will surely rise to even greater heights under my leadership..."
She stopped because she sensed something.
A chilling aura suddenly rose in the restaurant.
That aura did not come from Chaos, nor even from the Emperor.
She turned her head to look.
An ordinary woman.
She recognized her; it was the governor's wife, named Isolde Cora.
That woman who always followed Lynn around, yet had an extremely low profile.
Now she's standing up.
A purple light formed a shield around her, blocking the continuous blue shockwaves.
" Isolde " straightened up.
Now that almost everyone in the room is either dead or unconscious, she no longer needs to pretend.
Purple chitinous armor emerged from her body, enveloping her form and outlining her perfect curves.
Luna squinted.
She could sense that this woman's strength had increased dramatically.
My current power is enough to contend with a Helbrute.
But that's all.
"You?" Luna sneered. "What can you change by yourself?"
" Isolde " did not answer.
She simply raised her hand and pointed at the Tzeentch Sorcerer.
Immediately, someone stood up on the other side of the restaurant.
Lynn.
He leaned on the massive black sword stuck in the ground and slowly stood up.
The sword was left behind by Valenia; its blade was charred black and riddled with cracks, looking as if it could shatter at any moment.
But when he gripped the hilt of the sword.
Purple eyes, illuminated by golden light.
The golden light grew brighter and brighter, until it finally burst forth from his eyes.
Golden light spread throughout his body, enveloping him.
He raised the sword.
The charred outer layer on the sword began to peel off, piece by piece, like falling flower petals.
The sword blade is exposed.
Bright red.
Like a blood-red crystal, it gleamed in the golden light.
Ancient inscriptions appeared on the sword: the sacred words of Emperor, the prayers of martyrs, and the faith written in the blood of countless nuns.
Sword of Valenia!
Lynn silently repeated the name in his heart.
The moment he finished reciting, he felt something within the sword responding to him.
That was Valenia's last will, the embers left behind when she burned herself.
A burst of flame erupted from the sword.
The golden light ignited around Lynn, bathing him in golden flames.
Inside the restaurant, Lynn shone like a bright torch in the darkness.
The flames purified everything, and Lynn became young again.
Even the Slaanesh poison that remained in his body was completely eliminated at this moment.
He felt the power surge back into his body, his strength returning to its peak, or even surpassing it.
He raised his sword and pointed it at the Tzeentch Sorcerer.
Lynn's voice and " Isolde's " voice rang out simultaneously:
"The battle is only just beginning!"