"Activate the internal loop!" Upon seeing this, the captain shouted sternly.
At the same time, two Plague-Cleansing Apostles dressed in gray robes walked to the center of the group, put their hands together, and a pale purple barrier unfolded on the spot.
It isolated them from exotic fragrances and blasphemous whispers.
As soon as the words were spoken, faint and distorted murmurs rose from the shadows on both sides of the passage.
The next second, the dark blue runes suddenly lit up with a blinding light.
The light was blocked by the purple barrier, but that wasn't the main purpose.
Soon, distorted figures emerged from the walls, the ground, and the shadows.
They have long since lost their human appearance.
Some of them grew three or four arms covered in scales, wielding scimitars that burned with blue flames.
Some of their heads split in two, extending tentacles, with eerie blue light flickering in their eye sockets. Their lower bodies transformed into pale blue Psychic Power smoke, floating in mid-air and emitting sharp, piercing laughs.
A mutated believer whose faith has been completely twisted by the power of Tzeentch.
What's even more unsettling is that several translucent pink figures are coalescing in the shadows at the end of the passage.
They have a comical appearance, yet they radiate a chilling, Warp energy.
Pink Horror.
The demonic minions of the Lord of Change.
"Fire!"
Without the slightest hesitation, the captain decisively issued the attack order.
The roar of the Boltgun instantly echoed throughout the entire corridor.
One after another, explosive bombs whistled out, striking the bodies of the mutated believers and exploding into stinking sprays of blood.
But these monsters, twisted by Chaos, seemed to have lost the sense of pain. Even with half their bodies blown apart, they still charged forward with a grotesque laugh.
The Armiger Knight mech swung its Chainsword, cleaving the oncoming Pink Horror in two.
But the Necrontyr let out a shriek, and instead of dissipating, it turned into two smaller wisps of smoke, which instantly condensed into two miniature Necrontyr, which pounced on the barrier even more frantically.
A ghostly blue magic bullet, a distorted spatial rift, a piercing mental scream...
The assault team's unstoppable advance was, for the first time, firmly pinned down in place.
They must first deal with these monsters to relieve the pressure on the Plague-Cleansing Apostles before they can continue.
But in the secret chamber at the deepest part of the passage.
Luna stood before the sorcery altar covered in Tzeentch, listening to the distant sounds of explosions and gunfire.
Beneath the gold half-mask, a cold, venomous smile curved at the corner of his mouth.
" Leo... he's such a good nephew." She murmured softly, her voice filled with disappointment, anger, and a chill of betrayal from a loved one.
"So you really did side with that damned bastard."
She never intended to kill Leo.
In her view, this nephew was just young and impetuous, unable to see the bigger picture.
Once she has secured her position as the supreme king, and once she leads St. Garus to even greater heights, he will eventually understand who is right.
But to her surprise, the other party simply overturned the table.
They even brought in Lynn's men.
Since you want to play so much...
Luna raised her head, her eyes beneath the mask swirling with a mad, Chaos light.
On the walls surrounding the secret chamber, countless Tzeentch runes lit up simultaneously, and from the deep shadows, even more twisted demonic phantoms were awakening.
"Then your auntie will play with you until the very end..."
Second Company, the dark blue arcane missiles slammed into the Psychic Power barrier, exploding into distorted ripples.
The veins on the foreheads of the two Plague-Cleansing Apostles the plague bulged, and their four hands, which were maintaining the barrier, began to tremble.
The purple light barrier had been forced inward by the intense attacks and could shatter at any moment.
The mutated believers continued to pour out of the shadows from both sides of the passage, and more and more Pink Horror were being shattered by the Boltgun.
The shrill laughter pierced everyone's eardrums like needles.
The assault line of thirty Vanguard veterans had been forced to retreat twice, and the Ion Storm Shield of the Armiger Knight mechs was covered with fine cracks.
The serrated edges of the Chainsword were covered with sticky flesh and clothing residue.
Just then, a chanting sound, sometimes loud and sometimes soft, came from the shadows at the end of the passage.
The voice sounded like both an angry roar and a maniacal laugh, two completely different tones intertwined eerily.
It seeped into everyone's ears through the thick air, making their temples throb.
The captain's heart sank, and he shouted sternly, "Keep watch ahead!"
The moment the words fell, four figures draped in dark blue cloaks slowly emerged from the direction of the secret chamber.
Beneath their hoods, two faces were clearly visible.
The face in front is muscular and glaring, as if it wants to tear all living beings to pieces.
His profile view showed a wide grin that stretched from ear to ear, a maniacal smile on his face, his eyes filled with a malicious intent to mock the world.
Two faces share one body, rising and falling with the chanting, alternating between rage and maniacal laughter, creating an indescribably eerie and sinister atmosphere.
He is the wizard of the Lord of Change.
The lead wizard raised his staff high, which was inlaid with multifaceted crystals, and the blue crystal at the top of the staff suddenly burst out with dazzling light.
"You lowly ants!" the furious face roared.
"How dare you trespass into the Lord's paradise!" a grinning face echoed.
The next second, several distorted beams of Psychic Power shot out from the tip of the staff, accurately hitting several mutated believers who were charging at the forefront.
The believers who were charging forward with strange laughter suddenly froze in place, their bodies swelling uncontrollably.
Their skulls first bulged high, then exploded with a "bang," splattering red and white flesh and brain matter everywhere.
Strangely, the splattered blood and flesh did not fall to the ground, but instead seemed to be pulled by invisible threads, tumbling, merging, and twisting in the air.
The sounds of bones breaking and muscles writhing were nauseating. In just a few breaths, the corpses of several believers were fused together into a colossal creature four or five meters tall.
They have no fixed shape; their bloated bodies are covered with a dozen or so sharp claws growing haphazardly, and dozens of tentacles emerge from their gaping maws.
The murky slime dripped down the rolled-up fangs, corroding small pits in the ground.
Chaos Spawn.
These mindless monsters, twisted by the power of Chaos, let out a muffled roar and rammed towards the assault team with heavy steps.
Each step caused the metal floor to tremble slightly.
At the same time, more demons emerged from the runes on the walls on both sides.
Groups of Pink Horror floated in the air, wielding daggers that flickered with magical flames.
The translucent Flamer was enveloped in dazzling flames, melting the metal ground wherever it passed.
There were also Screamers with outstretched wings, their flat bodies pressed against the ceiling, their tail stingers dripping with venomous slime, silently circling around to the rear of the squad.
The shrieks of the Necrontyr, the roars of the Flamer, and the howls of the Chaos Spawn mingled together, turning the entire passage into Warp inferno.
The assault team's advance came to a complete standstill.
The Armiger Knight mech stepped forward, using its heavy shield to block the charge of the foremost Chaos Spawn. The immense force caused the hydraulic struts in the mech's legs to creak under the strain.
The veterans split into two teams, one of which directly suppressed the mutated believers and Chaos Spawn that were charging forward.
A squad of soldiers looked up and fired at the Screamers in the air; the sound of their Boltgun was so dense it was like a torrential downpour on a rooftop.
But that still couldn't stop the endless stream of monsters.
At this rate, they'll be completely worn down here in less than ten minutes.
In the Governor's office, Lynn watched the scene at the front through the eyes of the Apostle, his expression calm and unreadable.
Rena, standing beside him, frowned slightly and transmitted casualty data from the front lines via telepathic link:
"Seven members of the Vanguard have already been wounded, and two Plague-Cleansing Apostles have exhausted their Psychic Power. If they continue, the casualties will double."
" Luna had anticipated this and deployed a massive number of grunts to buy time."
"I know." Lynn nodded, his voice showing no surprise.
He and Luna have faced off more than once or twice.
This Lord Regent of St. Garus, in terms of the scope of his schemes and the ability to deploy troops, was not actually top-notch.
Her greatest strength has never been direct confrontation, but rather her ability to escape unscathed from seemingly hopeless situations.
She escaped Chandler's attack unscathed and disappeared after Carl II.
Even in the whole affair of the plague in the Lower City, she remained hidden behind the scenes, refusing to leave even a single solid clue pointing directly to her.
This woman's ability to survive is far more troublesome than her aggression.
Now that the other side has turned hostile and summoned wizards and demons, it means that the element of surprise in the secret passage attack has disappeared.
If this drags on any longer, it will only give Luna more time to prepare a backup plan, or even find an opportunity to escape again.
"We can't wait any longer," Lynn said resolutely.
"Release them! Let's finish this quickly!"