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Chapter 643 A Brand New Blessing

The grand Mass began.

Thousands of voices chanted hymns and prayers praising the emperor in unison, their sounds converging into a powerful and awe-inspiring wave that echoed and overlapped beneath the church's towering dome, as if trying to penetrate the real universe and reach the distant golden throne.

The priests preached with all their might, proclaiming the emperor's great power and his boundless hatred for chaos, guiding everyone's faith to focus on the corrupted existence beneath the icon.

The entire church was filled with an almost manic religious fervor; the air was slightly distorted by the convergence of spiritual energy, and the temperature rose accordingly.

Chen Xi herself knelt on one knee directly in front of the Emperor's statue, positioned between the female version of Fugen and the believers.

He bowed his head, his lips moving slightly as if in prayer. But deep in his eyes was a cold clarity, devoid of the fanaticism and reverence expected of a devout believer.

A servo skull floated beside him, seemingly just observing and recording, and was not particularly noticeable.

But in reality, Chen Xi was sending a message to the Emperor himself through the servo skull at that moment.

"Old man, time to get to work!" These blasphemous words, which would surely have sent Chen Xi to the stake if overheard by the surrounding priests and battle nuns, were spoken so casually.

But for emperors, as long as they can achieve their goals, it doesn't matter if you call them Roman she-wolves.

Chen Xi quickly felt an energy emanating from his body and the depths of his soul. It guided his psychic energy, like a skilled tuner, subtly coordinating and amplifying the surrounding torrent of faith, directing it toward the intended target—the female version of Fugen, and the conflicting forces within her.

The ceremony reached its climax.

All the songs, prayers, and the cries of the priests merged into a unified, deafening syllable—a plea to the Emperor!
At this moment——

Chen Xi suddenly raised her head.

It wasn't out of piety, but because he sensed the arrival of that power.

It was not a gentle and compassionate light, but a cold, vast, desolate, and absolute will, like an ancient ice field.

A cold, majestic sun, radiating boundless majesty and pure rationality, appeared out of nowhere behind Chen Xi's mind.

It is not a real star, but a fleeting manifestation of the Emperor's unimaginable and vast psychic power that spans across the cosmos!
There is no warmth, only a cold scrutiny that seems to strip away all pretense and point directly to the essence of things.

Golden light—not flames, but highly concentrated, pure spiritual energy—spread like mercury or a silent tsunami, instantly engulfing the entire Cathedral of Grace!
The light did not scorch the devout believers; instead, it gave them a tremendous sense of awe and ecstasy, as if their souls had been cleansed and blessed, and their prayers became even more fervent.

But for chaotic pollution, this light is both the most deadly poison and the most purifying agent.

"Uhhhhhh-!!!"

The female version of Fugen let out a heart-wrenching scream, a sound that even drowned out the prayers of thousands.

She suddenly straightened her body, and the binding force field emitted a hum that seemed unable to bear the strain.

The pinkish-purple chaotic aura of Slaanesh that enveloped her emitted a shrill, almost self-aware scream, like ice and snow encountering the blazing sun, before being mercilessly dispelled, decomposed, and annihilated by the cold golden light!
The fragments of memories, remnants of her personality, and distorted sensual desires that were fused into her essence were quickly stripped away and dissipated under the pure psychic energy that washed over her like a stain being cleaned by a powerful detergent.

The pain this process brings is unimaginable; it is a "scraping" that directly affects the essence of the soul.

The female version of Fugen's body trembled violently, and fine beads of sweat, mixed with faint chaotic energy and her own metabolic waste, seeped from her skin, only to be evaporated by the golden light. Her face was contorted with extreme pain, but the eerie iridescence and madness that belonged to Fugen in her originally split eyes were rapidly fading away.

The emperor's power did not simply destroy her.

After thoroughly cleansing the chaotic pollution, the cold, rational golden light did not leave. Instead, it began to act on the very foundation of her existence in an incomprehensible way.

The fragment of the subspace essence that was stolen and originally belonged to the demon prince Fugen, after losing its "color" and "form" due to the pollution of chaos, revealed its most primitive and magnificent energy foundation.

At this moment, under the intervention of the Emperor's power, this ownerless and powerful energy is forcibly "tempered" and "purified," and is undergoing a forced, painful but efficient fusion with its own ordered power originating from the Emperor's mark and the basic structure given to it by Chen Xi!
This is no longer a simple splicing or pressing, but a deeper, almost essential level of reconstruction!
The ceremony continued, with the Emperor's cold "sun wheel" hanging high behind Chen Xi's head, and golden spiritual energy washing over the individual beneath the holy statue like a waterfall.

I don't know how much time passed; it might have been just a moment, or it might have been eternity.

The cold, golden light gradually dimmed, and finally, just as it had appeared, it vanished silently.

Inside the church, the fervent prayers gradually subsided. Everyone was exhausted, yet filled with a mixture of excitement and bewilderment at having completed a sacred mission.

They didn't know exactly what happened, only that they felt an incomparably powerful force descend upon them and then depart.

Chen Xi slowly stood up, his face slightly pale. Guiding such a massive amount of power was a huge burden even for him.

His gaze immediately fell to the feet of the statue.

The binding force field has been lifted.

The female version of Fugen—perhaps we can no longer call her that—lies there quietly.

All traces of chaos had vanished from her body; her skin was smooth, and her face was serene, as if she had fallen into the deepest sleep.

The unstable energy fluctuations around her were gone, replaced by a restrained, profound, and powerful aura—a life force that truly belonged to the original genetic entity, complete and harmonious.

She is no longer an imitation, no longer a container holding fragments of chaos.

The Emperor's icy tempering, fueled by the torrent of faith gathered throughout the church and guided by Chen Xi's psionic energy, forcibly washed away all impurities and thoroughly purified and integrated the plundered subspace essence, completing her existence.

She opened her eyes.

His eyes were a clear, sharp purple, devoid of division and chaos, only a newfound steadfastness and a profound depth born of immense pain and transformation.

She slowly sat up, looked around, her gaze sweeping over the magnificent church, the tired but excited believers, the vigilant fighting nuns, and finally landing on Chen Xi.

She nodded slightly, her voice steady and strong, carrying an unprecedented sense of completeness:
“I… am now… whole.”

She became a true, complete, and independent genetic prototype.

Although her origins remain unique, stemming from plunder and the forced fusion of power with the emperor, her very existence is beyond question.

(End of this chapter)