This is our Warhammer journey

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Raphael's blade and armor were stained with the blood of traitors, the corrosive liquid, amplified by the warp, emitting scorching white smoke in the air.

He had already noticed the bishop's true form; this being, who had made a deal with the devil, had gained the ability to manipulate warp forces and was pushing the ritual forward with all his might.

This made Raphael somewhat impatient.

However, the traitors had already turned to the psykers as their last lifeline, and were doing everything in their power to stop the Imperial forces from attacking.

Under the influence of the gradually turning crimson incense, the damage inflicted by ranged weapons became increasingly limited.

Whoops!

A blue psionic flame struck a Blood Angel, and the warrior, clad in Gravis power armor, instantly triggered the Belisarius Furnace and collapsed to the ground.

The Astartes were not swayed by this; they still chose to advance, with auxiliary sergeants quickly maneuvering makeshift rescue vehicles to drag the seriously wounded soldiers backward—they were not without means to counter the enemy.

The Antioch Orb is a very precious sacred weapon used by the Black Templars.

This type of grenade was invented thousands of years ago by Antioch, a technical sergeant of the Black Templars.

By mixing holy oil and holy acid with highly concentrated explosives, and having devout believers inscribe High Gothic runes representing a curse on blasphemers and a blessing on the followers of the God-King, each bomb becomes an excellent weapon against heretics and evil spirits.

Dawnwing was slightly modified, incorporating the blood of Sanctuary, and then distributed wholesale to various chapters and Imperial forces that frequently dealt with heretics.

Its destructive power is indiscriminate, burning all life within its range to ashes. Only the blasphemers will suffer extreme pain in the flames, their flesh slowly carbonizing in the purifying fire, their souls branded with eternal torment. Even demons would not want to experience the baptism of this weapon.

And now-

Raphael raised his hand and threw the Antioch crystal ball directly into the heretics' array.

In an instant, a golden light like that of a star erupted, and the scorching white heat engulfed everything around it.

The traitors' flesh and blood twisted and charred in the holy flames, their screams barely uttered before they turned to ashes.

Those heretics who manipulated warp magic were the first to suffer; their bodies carbonized and disintegrated the moment they came into contact with the flames, and even their souls were burned away.

The impact of the explosion even shook the ceremony site deep inside the hall.

Nine Chaos Wizards surrounded a warp portal that was not yet fully activated; their bodies beneath their robes had already been twisted and mutated from excessive contact with chaotic energy.

A portal constructed of various crystals and brass edging slowly rotated in their center.

The portal is not yet fully open, but the energy stored within it is enough to cause a large-scale tear in reality.

Amidst the hail of bullets, the wizards are desperately trying to control the teleportation ritual and prevent energy from leaking out. Their goal is not this dilapidated church, but to tear open the veil of reality and unleash the true terror of the warp.

However, the explosion of the Antioch sphere had already disrupted the stability of the ritual.

"altar!"

Sirin's psionic message pierced Raphael's consciousness like a sharp blade.

Azure lightning burst from her fingertips, but was swallowed by a writhing subspace barrier before it could touch the altar.

"Destroy the altar immediately!"

Raphael's sword had already cleaved the bodies of three demon hosts, and he looked up at the blasphemous gate built of bones and black stone.

The explosion of the Antioch sphere seemed to have triggered an energy backlash, with warp rifts twisting and expanding above the altar, and tentacles and bone spikes emerging from beneath the skin of the Chaos Traitors, while their attacks grew increasingly frenzied.

There are too many heretics in the world of state religions. Why are there still so many heretics?
Raphael frowned as he examined the features of the believers, noting that their skin was generally thin, and the muscle fibers were even visible.

The Void Children are a group that faces discrimination even within the starship.

Before they could completely reverse the fact that the empire's underbelly was hell, they truly could not stop those living in hell from embracing an unknown tomorrow.

"I'm trying!"

Raphael roared back, and the roar of the bomb guns suddenly stopped. The ranged weapons were even unable to fire due to the fog.

At this critical moment, a battle nun from the Blood Rose Order suddenly put down her explosive gun.

Her movements were solemn and resolute. With her bloodied fingertips, she removed the Antioch crystal from her waist. With her other hand, she tightly gripped the holy emblem on her chest. The silver national religious symbol was etched with bloodstains in her palm, and blood dripped down along the lines of the scripture.

The battle nuns who noticed this scene cast reverent glances at it—it was a ritual gesture for announcing martyrdom.

The third chapter of the Book of Words proclaims: All who give their lives for an emperor will be under His watchful eye; all who die for humanity will find their souls protected by Him.

It is this faith that drives millions of believers to rush headlong into the blade of heresy, drowning the unclean in the blood of justice.

For this nun, this was a sacred moment to fulfill her vows. Her lips parted slightly as she stepped forward, bracing herself against the pressure of the psychic energy surging through her body, preparing to recite her final prayer—

But the sound of space being torn apart came from beside her.

"Get out of the way!"

A deep voice came from behind them.

A large number of heretics were torn apart by a tall blue figure. With the help of Sirin's spatial teleportation, Titus led his combat squad into the battlefield.

Their bodies still bore traces of fresh blood, indicating they had just arrived from another battlefield.

The arrival of this squad disrupted the delicate balance, especially since the crimson mist seemed to Titus like a fish entering the ocean, allowing him to easily pounce on the heretics and tear them to shreds.

The morale of the heretics crumbled under the onslaught, and this Ultramariner, who had undergone the transformation of the original Space Marines, nearly brought the heretics' defenses to a standstill in just a few moments.

However, the desperate Chaos followers still hold onto their last desperate bargaining chips.

At the heart of the ritual, in the area that banishes all external forces, the distorted and warped warp portal is trembling violently, with unstable energy forming terrifying vortices between the portal frames.

The heretics faced two choices.

Detonate the portal to unleash warp energy powerful enough to level the entire cathedral, or change the summoning target, redirecting the energy originally intended to teleport the entire Chaos Legion to summon a terrifying Archdeacon.

While the latter ritual is not demanding, and the appearance of a Great Demon can restart the portal, allowing more demons to enter the world, it comes at the most severe cost.

The soul of the sacrificer.

"Yes, that's it, offer your souls to me."

A seductive whisper echoed in the ears of the Chaos Wizards, coiling around their minds like a venomous snake.

All nine wizards drew ritual daggers engraved with blasphemous runes, pressed the blades against their throats, their eyes flashing with madness, and their lips twisted into eerie smiles.

Some of them were afflicted with the plague, some had blood-stained markings on their bodies, and some had unusually sensitive limbs.

But now, right now.

A pale blue light shimmered in everyone's eyes.

"Yes, that's it. Only in this way will I descend to save you. Don't be afraid, my children."

The voice continued its seductive enticement.

"I will embrace your souls. You will experience the boundless transformation of the heavens."

Driven by the devil's whispers, the wizards slit their own throats one after another.

The gushing blood did not fall to the ground, but turned into a blood mist and was absorbed by the portal, along with their shattered souls.

With each soul sacrificed, the portal's vortex solidified, changing from pink to green, until a strange red light flowed within it.

One, two, eight.

As they passed the sixth and seventh, two waves of disappointment emanated from the highest heavens.

As the last Chaos wizard trembled as he raised the ritual dagger, the warp energy reached its peak. Within the warp, the surrounding demons were completely drawn to it, like sharks eyeing a school of fish in a net; the veil of reality became as thin as paper.

Titus charged forward, beginning to confront the impact of the warp tides.

'wrong! ’

Noticing the invisible protection, the voice from the subspace let out a shriek.

Faced with the panic of heading into the unknown, it quickly began to reverse the ritual.

As the last Chaos Wizard prepared to raise his ritual dagger, another crystal blade pierced through his body, ending his life.

Titus felt puzzled, and his instincts told him that something was wrong. He then swiftly shattered the body of the Chaos Wizard who had suffered an accident, and seized the crystal sword, within which was a throbbing soul.

This led Titus to subconsciously believe that he had stopped the Chaos Wizard's ritual, but the warp vortex of the portal became active, its dark color brightened, and a vivid blood red emerged within it, gradually beginning to burn.

The teleportation vortex gradually grew larger, and Titus, realizing what was happening, quickly ran towards the teleportation portal.

Behind him, the chaotic heretics were suddenly controlled by a frenzied killing intent, and they began to attack everyone indiscriminately.

The members of the Empire, including Astartes, felt their blood boiling; everyone felt this uncontrollable rage.

This feeling, however, had little effect on Titus.

Anger was constantly driving him, but as always, he knew clearly that he didn't need to wallow in it.

Instead, we must rely on this anger to turn the tide!
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Two enormous hands tore open the rift and emerged from the portal, as if trying to break free from their constraints and enter the real universe.

Raphael looked up; the strength of his soul allowed him to restrain his bloodlust.

He noticed the unusual behavior occurring at the portal.

"then!"

He swung his sword, tearing a gap in the utterly chaotic heretical defenses, and with his other hand, he held his last Antioch crystal and threw it at Titus.

Meanwhile, Titus arrived at the rift, carrying the crystal sword.

When the hideous face of the Khorne Bloodlust emerged from the portal, Titus pierced its chest with his sword, then punched the Bloodlust in the face. As if suddenly remembering something, he grabbed its horn and dragged the beast belonging to Khorne out of the warp.

Raphael quickly understood and immediately had Sirin teleport a cloned Eldar body, which was then forcibly inserted into the body through a pre-set demon host ritual.

Next, the Antioch sphere was thrown into the warp portal.

"Tyrant!!!"

In an instant, a flash of light appeared, and amidst the explosion, a roar from the Brass Throne echoed from the warp portal.

Immediately afterwards, the crimson warp portal began to shake violently and eventually collapsed inward.

Within the warp, a certain Tzeentch archdeacon watched all of this, let out a long sigh of relief, and revealed an expression of relief at surviving a catastrophe.

"leave here!"

Titus turned around and, together with Raphael, escorted the demon host, calling out as he turned.

Everyone immediately understood and began running towards the outside of the church building.

The energy gathered by the portal caused the ground to tremble, and after everyone evacuated the room, the crimson energy gradually faded, eventually turning into a dazzling blue.

The portal disappeared in an instant.

Subspace energy impacted the structure at the base of the church, and the surrounding area began to vibrate under the impact of the energy.

The tremors grew stronger, and the evacuating troops at the lower levels began to place explosives to erase traces before leading the troops they encountered to evacuate.

Wow~
In the immediate chaos, a guest shielded his female companion with his own body, and as a result, he sustained cuts from several shards of glass.

Fortunately, the wound was not fatal; it was caught in the intricate and luxurious ornaments he was wearing.

Fortunately, it wasn't a close-range explosion; otherwise, these luxury items would have been like steel nails flying out of fragmentation grenades.

He removed his ornaments to prevent any unforeseen accidents.

This is not the greatest risk; the real risk lies in the chaos that engulfs the crowd in such boundless darkness.

"Turn on the light! Can you turn on the light?"

The male guest helped his female companion up, and he shouted, trying to calm the crowd with his infallible preaching. Then he called to his attendants and quickly moved towards the edge of the church.

At this time, the most important thing is to provide light and restore order to the surrounding crowd.

In this situation, it is absolutely crucial not to panic. If a riot breaks out, this place will instantly turn into a bloodbath, and stampedes will claim countless lives.

Just then, a shout rang out.

"Calm down! Everyone, stay where you are! Don't move!"

Having cleaned up the mess, Sirin quickly led her troops back to the church to maintain order.

"Calm down!"

She punched a guest on the verge of losing control in the face, forcibly knocking him unconscious. The brazier behind the battle nuns shone brightly, bringing warmth to those around them. They checked each person, removed their weapons, and then examined their souls.

Upon noticing the group's actions, the male guests quickly covered their heads, squatted down, and cooperated with the inspection.

About a minute later, the combat nuns and church attendants responsible for local security also appeared to maintain order in the procession. Holding up light sources, they quickly ran towards the altar, which had already been repaired.

For these people, the safety of the local bishop was of greater concern.

Only then did the male guest hear the screams of the servants coming from the high platform.

"The bishop has been killed!"
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"Report, mission accomplished."

In a rather inconspicuous church in Astorgius, Raphael and Sirin began their mission briefing.

They detailed the mission, the losses incurred, and whether the objective was achieved, and also handed over the squad's weaponry, which had been tested in the chaos.

Some of the consecrated weapons will be preserved, but the vast majority will be destroyed.

It's luxurious, but it ensures maximum security.

After all, the corruption of chaos is ever-present and pervasive.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Romulus was handling government affairs with the assistance of De la Cruz. Recently, Navarradaren had been having some mental issues, and he didn't want to put pressure on the guard.

He took the paper documents Raphael handed him and placed them on a stack of documents that was almost as tall as the original body.

"We'll need your continued attention to the Chahaq area from now on."

No one expected that cracking down on corruption would uncover a bunch of heretics.

Sirin and Raphael bowed respectfully.

"For humanity!"

(End of this chapter)