In Warhammer, throwing a muddle is impossible.

Overwhelmed by fear and remorse, Oliver lost his composure in an instant, but also awakened the last vestige of his fatherly instincts.

"Stay away from her! You bastards!"

This usually pampered, portly governor suddenly displayed astonishing agility. He abruptly shoved the lustful demon in his arms and drew the decorative, finely crafted explosive pistol from his waist.

The close-range shot blew the succubus's head off.

Oliver scrambled toward the dining table and frantically pulled the trigger, killing several low-level demons surrounding his daughter.

He ripped off his cloak and wrapped it around his trembling daughter.

“Father…so many monsters…I’m so scared…” Audrey cried her heart out.

Oliver's face was streaked with tears. He looked at the mess on the ground, at the people who had died because of his stupidity, and finally at the four black giants who were killing demons.

"God Emperor...I am guilty..."

Oliver stroked his daughter's face with trembling hands, his eyes filled with resolve.

“Dear Audrey, listen. An angel has come, you are saved.”

“Remember, never repeat your father’s mistakes. Be loyal, and be a useful person to the God-Emperor.”

"God Emperor...please forgive me..."

Looking at the severe mutations in his body, he knew he was beyond saving and understood that he did not deserve to be saved.

He closed his eyes and then pointed the gun at his head.

boom!

Another gunshot rang out, and Governor Oliver had already proven his loyalty to the Emperor with his life and dignity.

Solomon watched in silence, then swung his scepter and smashed the blasphemous throne. He then gestured for Osiris to take the weeping girl to safety.

"Rest in peace," he whispered.

As the altar shattered, the subspace rift within the palace began to flicker erratically.

Just as the four were about to press their advantage, the ceiling of the hall was suddenly smashed open.

A claw of terror, carrying immense kinetic energy, crashed into the center of the hall, creating a deep crater that sent a large horde of Slaanesh demons flying.

Even before the drop pod opened, a wave of malevolent psionic energy emanated from it, dimming Solomon's aura.

On the side of the airdrop pod, the book page emblem with a burning demon's head stood out starkly in the firelight.

[Solomon: Oh no! A spoiled can of food has been airdropped!]

In the private channel, Solomon's tone became somewhat tense.

[Solomon: Damn it, it's the Word Bearer! This is troublesome. There's a psionic fluctuation; there might be a Dark Apostle inside.]

[Caesar: What's there to be afraid of? We have four men and tanks. At worst, we can overwhelm him with firepower!]

[Osiris: That's right, we also have the numerical advantage.]

Vlad: Exactly! Watch me take him down in a minute.

The friends were all eager to try, after all, the battles they had fought so far had gone too smoothly.

Solomon was not so optimistic; he instinctively sensed a tremendous threat, a warning from the depths of his soul.

Moreover, they didn't have enough time.

Solomon: Listen to me, brothers! There's no time left. If the altars aren't completely destroyed, this planet will fall into the warp and become a demon world, and we'll all be finished.

Solomon: We have no time to waste. You three take the Star Guardians and destroy the final altar. I'll stay behind and hold off the traitor.

[Vlad: Old man, don't be a hero! We all know you've never been a fighter since you were a kid!]

[Caesar: Are you crazy? You weakling, trying to take on a Chaos Space Marine all by yourself? Those aren't mindless demons you can easily deal with; you might actually lose your life.]

[Solomon: Trust me, I've chosen the Protection specialization, and I have a shield and a cleanse. As long as I can hold him off, you guys can come back and rescue me.]

There was a few seconds of silence in the channel.

The three looked at Solomon's resolute back and knew that once their friend made up his mind, he would never waver.

[Osiris: Don't die.]

Vlad: If you die, I'll hang your skull in the most conspicuous place on my power armor.

Solomon: Get out!

The engine roared again, and Caesar and his two companions sped towards the last altar without looking back.

Solomon took a deep breath and gripped his weapons and shield tightly.