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Chapter 370 Sealing Ceremony (Third update of 10,000 words per day, please vote with monthly tickets)

"It's still very weak!" the high priestess shouted to her comrades, her battle-scarred power armor gleaming in the blood-red light. "Concentrate fire on its right side! Aim for those bleeding scales!"

"Pathetic ants!" Zanazt roared in a triple voice, a voice that sounded like the simultaneous howls of a man, a woman, and a demon, filled with terrifying malice. Just hearing it was enough to make even the bravest warriors cower and kneel on the ground in fear.

At this critical moment, the demon lord made an astonishing decision.

He decisively abandoned the 30% of chaotic energy that had failed to integrate into his body, transforming it into a thick blood mist that he expelled from his body.

The crimson mist churned and twisted in the air, vaguely revealing the distorted faces of countless victims—the souls sacrificed in the Nesting Ceremony.

Their distorted screams echoed through the cave, even forming a harmony that resembled a song. But this was by no means beautiful music; rather, it was a terrifying nightmare capable of shattering one's very soul.

These dissipated powers were immediately absorbed by the skull altar inside the cave, and after being refined through a dark ritual, they were fed back to him as purer killing energy.

With a chilling sound of bones reforming, the melted flesh of the demon's right arm began to writhe and regenerate, healing at a visible speed.

The newly formed scales shimmered with a sickly luster and were harder than before.

"It...it's self-repairing!" a young nun exclaimed, her hands gripping the explosive gun trembling with fear, her eyes wide open behind the tactical goggles.

This was the first time she had faced such a terrifying demonic entity.

High Priestess Martha gripped the sacred spear in her hand, its tip, crafted from fine gold, aimed directly at the demon's heart.

Her calloused fingers were white at the knuckles from the excessive force, but her voice was as steady as a rock: "Do not back down! Remember your oath! Fight to the death for the Emperor!"

Her roar ignited the nuns' fighting spirit, and the roar of the grenades echoed through the cave once more.

With 32's tactical support, Guterres and his kill squad precisely placed the molten bomb on the altar's weakest point.

The Bloodfinger Gang suicide squad, transformed into fighter servants, let out inhuman roars. Their mechanically replaced, mutilated limbs unleashed astonishing power, desperately blocking the cultists' attack.

These crazed cyborgs used their flesh and blood to buy precious time for the Astartes to detonate, even though their mechanical joints were already sparking from the excessive force.

"Detonate!" With the sound of "32," a violent explosion instantly melted the staircase composed of 8,888 skulls.

The shockwave from the explosion created a terrifying tremor within the sealed cavern, even distorting the air itself.

Charred bone fragments flew everywhere like lava, and scorching bone pieces, mixed with the impact of the thermobaric bombs, drew countless crimson trails in the air.

But these deadly fragments were blocked by an invisible force as they approached Zanazt.

The newborn demon merely waved its claws dismissively, and the bone fragments, hot enough to melt through armor, turned into wisps of smoke in the air, not even touching a single scale of its armor.

“A laughable struggle.” Zanazt’s triple voice was clearly audible in the aftershocks of the explosion, his crimson eyes flashing with a cruel light in the smoke.

"Now! Activate the seal!" Judge Craig's voice boomed through the communication channel, his voice as powerful and awe-inspiring as thunder.

The combat nuns immediately sprang into action, their well-trained tactical coordination on full display.

The flamethrower squad stood in neat formation, the promethium fuel canisters hissing under pressure, and then spewed out sacred golden flames.

These blessed flames, like scourges of judgment, burned away the blasphemous runes on the ground, the twisted symbols emitting mournful screams in the flames.

The statue holder, Eileen, knelt on one knee and raised the heavy imperial statue high.

The relics embedded in the base of the statue began to glow, and a golden aura spread out like a tide, forming a perfect spherical barrier within the cave.

The whispers of the warp vanished instantly in this sacred realm, the distorted whispers disappearing like shadows exposed to sunlight. "Holy! Holy!" The Battle Sisters Choir chanted the "End Poem" in unison, their rigorously trained voices perfectly synchronized and harmonious.

The ancient hymns resonated within the cave, each note transforming into a tangible spiritual impact.

The sound waves reflect back and forth between the rock walls, and the intensity increases exponentially.

Zanazt writhed in agony as blood vessels beneath his scales burst one after another, thick black blood seeping from the gaps in his armor.

The blood instantly vaporized under the power of the hymn, emitting a piercing hissing sound.

"Bind it!" the high priestess commanded decisively.

Thirteen elite nuns simultaneously activated the Flame Shackles Launchers, weapons blessed by the Mechanic Fathers that spewed out blazing white chains.

The chains, crafted from adamantite, bound the demon's wings from various angles, scorching the scales with charred marks under the intense heat, while sulfurous black smoke rose continuously.

Zanazt let out a deafening roar of rage, and its membrane wings flapped wildly, stirring up a bloody storm.

However, the demon weakened by the hymn was temporarily unable to break free from this carefully designed restraint. Each chain was connected to a temporary anchor point, temporarily imprisoning the terrifying demon in place.

"In the name of the Emperor, now!" The high priestess seized the fleeting opportunity, her hands gripping the sacred spear inlaid with the remains of a saint.

Her powered armor servo system hummed under heavy load, and the hydraulic system concentrated all her power into a single point at the spearhead.

At the same time, a saint's finger bone embedded in the relic lit up with golden light, and the strips of scripture wrapped around the spear moved automatically without wind.

When the spear tip pierced the exposed, corrupted muscle of the demon's right shoulder, the contact surface immediately churned violently like boiling water.

The sacred energy reacted violently with the chaotic flesh, splattering foul-smelling pus and blood, each drop corroding a crater the size of a bowl as it landed on the ground. The scriptures on the sacred spear began to burn, golden flames spreading along the wounds into the demon's body.

"Aaaaaah—!" For the first time, Zanazt's triple roar carried a tone of genuine pain.

The sound was like a terrifying superposition of soprano, bass and demon's howl, creating a triple echo within the cave.

The shriek, brimming with chaotic energy, transformed into a visible purplish-black shockwave. The seven flaming shackles snapped in response, and fragments of the adamantine chains rained down.

The person holding the statue coughed up blood from her mouth and nose, the statue slipped from her limp hands, and she fell heavily to the ground.

Just as the ceremony was severely disrupted, Zanazt's left wing suddenly broke free of its remaining shackles and swept across the air with a whooshing sound.

Isabel's spear was deflected by the membrane at the last moment, and the fatal blow that was originally aimed at the heart only pierced the demon's right shoulder.

The collision between the relics of a saint and chaotic energy triggered a dazzling explosion.

Golden holy light and scarlet fel energy intertwined to create a devastating shockwave that pulverized all the rocks within a ten-meter radius.

The high priestess was blasted more than ten meters away like a kite with a broken string. Her power armor crashed into the rock wall, leaving spiderweb-like cracks, and the servo system emitted a piercing malfunction alarm.

Blood seeped from the gaps in the helmet, leaving shocking red marks on the silver-white armor.

But she still clung tightly to the broken relic spear, its tip still deeply embedded in the demon's shoulder.

Through her blurred vision, she saw Zanazt painfully tearing at the relic fragments embedded in his shoulder—the battle was far from over.

(End of this chapter)