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Chapter 442 Purification Operation - Part 4
It's like throwing a block of absolute zero ice from the ends of the universe into a boiling, churning sea of ​​psionic magma!

Tsk-!
It was as if one could hear the piercing sound of psionic energy being forcibly torn apart, frozen, and annihilated.

The clan leader's earth-shattering psionic scream was abruptly cut off, as if choked by an invisible giant hand!

Its massive body stiffened abruptly, and its compound eyes revealed disbelief, astonishment, and pain.

The omnipresent hive mind network that connected every cultist and alien in the entire nest was like a hot wire thrown into ice water, instantly twisted, broken, and plunged into a chaotic silence!

"For the Emperor! Purify!" Chen Xi's roar was like a thunderclap.

The power sword in his hand was already poised to strike. The adamantite blade, specially made by the Inquisition, was enveloped in a blue-white disintegration field, emitting a hum that seemed to tear through the air.

Chen Xi's figure transformed into a blur, carrying an unwavering determination. With the power of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, the power sword, imbued with the wrath of the judge and the will of the emperor, slashed fiercely down at the clan leader's massive body, which was stiff with pain due to the backlash of spiritual energy!
Meanwhile, the battle nuns had already aimed their explosive guns at the blasphemous cocoon and the clan leader.

They chanted battle prayers in unison, their grenades spitting out deadly flames.

Specially crafted explosives rained down like a storm, exploding into clusters of purifying flames on the flesh cocoon and the clan leader!
The flames contained a sacred hatred for the alien, scorching the profaned flesh and blood.

Olivia did not hesitate at all.

One of her robotic arms has already been switched to a high-precision plasma incineration cannon.

The muzzle instantly lit up with a blinding blue-white light, accompanied by the sharp hum unique to compressed plasma.

A plasma beam hot enough to vaporize adamantine, like a divine judgment, precisely pierced the patriarch's core head, which had lost its protection due to the backlash of psionic energy and was attempting to rebuild its power!
The roar of explosive bombs, the shriek of plasma rays, the muffled thud of power swords piercing flesh and carapace, and the patriarch's final, piercing scream, a mixture of pain, rage, and disbelief, intertwined in the Hall of the Dead to form a final, destructive symphony.

Chen Xi's power sword was deeply embedded in the patriarch's chest cavity, and the disintegrating force field pulverized his internal organs.

The battle nun's Holy Flame Bomb blasted the flesh cocoon into countless holes, splattering viscous, foul-smelling liquid and broken tissue everywhere.

Olivia's plasma beam precisely struck the core of the patriarch's head, instantly vaporizing most of it!

The massive patriarch's body convulsed violently, finally letting out a mournful howl of despair before crashing to the ground, which was covered in slime. Dark blue blood gushed out like a stream, quickly vaporizing into a foul-smelling fumes from the scorching explosives and plasma.

The enormous fleshy cocoon quickly shriveled and withered, like a deflated balloon.

Having lost the patriarch's psionic core and the connection to the Hive Network, the fanatical cultists kneeling on the ground, like puppets with their strings cut, all ceased their chanting.

The fervor in their eyes receded like the tide, replaced by extreme pain, confusion, and unfathomable fear.

Many people clutched their heads and screamed in agony, as if they had just woken from a long and terrifying nightmare only to find themselves in the heart of hell.

The enormous four-armed god-emperor statue, set against the backdrop of gunpowder smoke and alien blood, appeared even more distorted and ironic.

The chieftain has fallen, and the core lair has been destroyed.

The beacon of Hive Will that once illuminated Murmansk has gone out.

However, the bloodshed and the flames of purification that permeated the city were far from over.

The death of the patriarch was like severing the nerve center of the entire cult network.

The remaining resistance throughout the city quickly turned chaotic and powerless. The cleansing operation entered its most brutal and helpless phase—identification and elimination.

Olivia's biometric database became a cold judge; anyone whose indicators exceeded the limits, regardless of how "model" their previous performance had been, was ruthlessly marked, isolated, and ultimately turned to ashes in the plasma incinerator.

The water source was completely cut off, and the water supply system needed to be completely destroyed and rebuilt.

Large quantities of questionable food and medicine were destroyed.

Chen Xi stood on the airport control tower, looking down at the city shrouded in smoke and blood.

Olivia stood beside him, the report on the data board was alarming: "Preliminary statistics show that the proportion of the contaminated population exceeds 30%, the proportion of deeply infected individuals is about 7%, and the proportion of fourth-generation infiltrators is about 23%."

The chieftain and main lair have been eliminated, but the number of asymptomatic infected individuals is difficult to accurately determine. It is recommended that…

Olivia paused, not uttering the word, but the meaning was clear.

"Extinction order? We haven't reached that point yet." Chen Xi's voice was filled with deep weariness, but his eyes remained sharp: "We cannot give up on the location of this planet and the value of the necromancer relics."

But here... Murmansk, the main city, is already a rotten tree hollowed out by insect eggs.

Inform the orbital fleet to prepare to execute the 'scorched earth' protocol.

All areas within the city, including underground structures, were subjected to saturation bombing and chemical cleansing.

The survivors were strictly isolated and their genetic lineage was traced across three generations; any suspected cases were eliminated.

He turned to the silent Sister Sidgar and praised her, “Well done, Sister Sidgar! Your keen insight saved the city! It prevented the damage from becoming irreparable.”

Faced with Chen Xi's praise, Xi Dejia seemed a little at a loss for words.

This young nun, who came from the Witcher Order, had no prior knowledge of the Empire's cruelty, and this incident greatly impacted her.

Chen Xi looked at the city ruins, his tone becoming heavy: "We should all remember this lesson. Within the empire's borders, superficial prosperity and piety can sometimes be the most deadly poison."

The next time you see a planet paying excessive tithes and its people being unbelievably friendly... you'd better suspect it's been hollowed out by cunning cowards.

He paused, then added, "Of course, there are also those 'model citizens' with shaved heads and strange four-armed deities around their necks."

Xi Dejia nodded silently, his fingers unconsciously stroking the electromagnetic crossbow at his waist, which had been modified by Olivia and was as good as new.

The cold metallic feel of the crossbow slightly dispelled the pervasive stench of blood and despair in the air.

A purge targeting gene thieves may seem like a victory, but the price paid is that cities have been turned into scorched earth and countless lives have been marked as "pollution" and erased.

This is the cruelty and darkness that the Empire faces; in this galaxy, there is no room for any warmth or mercy.

For Chen Xi, his colony inspection tour will be overshadowed by the Murmansk incident and will have to turn to a more serious direction—screening other colonized planets to see if they also harbor the same deadly "model" cancer.

(End of this chapter)