In Warhammer, throwing a muddle is impossible.

That was the pinnacle of the Empire's armored forces in the past, the super-heavy tank—the Brutal Blade.

"By the Emperor, Colonel Caster dropped his sword to the ground."

Caesar patted the tracks and addressed the stunned crowd.

"Trying to play peacekeeping with me, huh? I'm not interested in this game of hide-and-seek! Brothers, get in the car!"

After gesturing for his friends to board the tank, Caesar declared domineeringly, "Since these heretics like to hide behind cover, let them fly away with the cover!"

Meanwhile, a jet-black warship silently swept past on the orbit above the city.

A meteor, engulfed in flames, plummeted rapidly toward the city of Nest.

Only upon closer inspection will one discover that what fell was not a meteorite, but a "Fear Claw" adorned with the emblem of a book page depicting a burning demon's head.

The four men inside the tank, busy fighting over who would fire, were unaware of the impending battle.

Volume 1: Chapter 10 The Fake Traitor Meets the Real Traitor

Top Nest, in the palace of the planetary governor.

This is the place in the entire hive closest to the sky, possessing scenery that the commoners of the lower hive have never seen.

The clean, fresh air, carrying fragrant incense, is invigorating.

A bloated, obese middle-aged man is slumped on a jewel-encrusted throne.

He had two stunningly beautiful maids in his arms, and his servants were serving him wines from other worlds.

"This sweet air and this beautiful music, this is the wonderful life. It's a pity my lovely Audrey isn't here to enjoy this feast with me." Governor Oliver looked at the graceful dancers on the dance floor with dreamy eyes, feeling regretful that his precious daughter was not by his side.

“I know Audrey is upset because of the Lower Nest riots, but I have already requested the Church to send medical nuns to help.” Governor Oliver was still troubled by his daughter’s disappearance.

However, this seemingly decadent scene would appear quite different if it weren't for the illusion created by the subspace.

Those so-called "fine wines" were actually fresh blood just released from the victims' bodies.

The "delicacies" served at the banquet were human remains that were still convulsing.

The beauty in Oliver's arms was none other than Lustful Devil, a creature with two crab claws and a terrifying appearance.

They were greedily absorbing the various emotions emanating from the governor, occasionally extending their sharp claws to make tiny cuts on his fat belly, stimulating his nerves.

In the shadows of the ball, a group of Slaanesh devotees were whispering amongst themselves.

"They're coming soon. I can already sense the Corpse King's lackeys approaching."

“Don’t worry, I have prepared sixty-six layers of pleasure traps for the False Emperor’s lackeys.” Another believer licked his lips and then looked at the layout of the hall.

"When they finally manage to break into the banquet after overcoming numerous hardships, they will be immediately captivated by the ecstasy there, then sink into a blissful dream, becoming a part of the Sixth Ring..."

"This is the perfect script, full of depravity and desire."

A loud bang shattered the carefully prepared script by the Slaanesh followers.

The heavy tracks crushed the carefully laid floor, and the steel behemoth smashed through the doors and stormed into the banquet hall.

Solomon and his men drove the Brutal Blade directly and forcibly broke through the gate. The main gun of the super-heavy tank was still emitting blue smoke, indicating that the shot that smashed the gate was just a greeting.

"This isn't like the script!" A Slaanesh cultist stared incredulously at the scene unfolding before him, jumping out to block their path. "This isn't how the script was written. How come you just drove in with super-heavy tanks?"

After watching the heretic jump out, the four-man group simply turned the cannon, which was big enough to fit two people inside, around slowly.

Before the other person could utter another word, he was turned into mincemeat with a heavy bomb.

Caesar's cold voice came from inside the tank, "I'm in a hurry, so can I just die already?"

The laser turrets on both sides also began to rotate, precisely reaping the demons and believers hiding in the shadows.

Solomon leaped off the tank, slamming his scepter to the ground.

"Divine purification!"

A dazzling golden light erupted from him, and divine psychic energy instantly dispelled the pink mist, forcibly dispelling the illusions of the warp.

A series of piercing screams echoed throughout the hall.

The nobles, now fully conscious, trembled uncontrollably as they looked at the banquet hall, which had been reduced to a living hell.

Governor Oliver dropped his wine glass and stared in horror at the once delicate beauty in his arms, who had instantly transformed into a monster with fangs and giant pincers.

What enraged him even more was that there were no rare delicacies on the huge table in the very center of the banquet.

The woman placed naked in the center of the silver platter, weeping in despair, was none other than his beloved only daughter, Audrey!

"No! God Emperor! What have I done?"