39: Chapter 39 Killing the Parish Priest

"Nuwa, protect the lord. I will handle him."

Saint Sabbat entrusted the crucial task of protecting Xia Xingchen to Nuwa, while she herself prepared to personally deal with the Diocesan Priest, this Chaos Cultist.

Upon hearing this, Xia Xingchen hurriedly tried to stop her. Going alone was definitely not a good idea; they should all attack together, at the very least!

Before Xia Xingchen could even finish speaking, the scene that unfolded next made him realize his worry was unnecessary.

Clearly, Xia Xingchen had underestimated Saint Sabbat.

He saw Saint Sabbat's entire body begin to emit a dazzling golden light. Her power armor shifted from blue-white to pure gold, and a pair of ethereal golden wings materialized behind her, flickering between the dimensions of reality and the Warp.

Saint Sabbat drew her power sword and, without hesitation, swung it towards the Diocesan Priest, who had now completely fallen as a Tzeentch Chaos Cultist.

It seemed as if Saint Sabbat's power sword was imbued with the Emperor's holy light. Over its blue surface, a starlight-like radiance shimmered.

At this moment, the Diocesan Priest was still reveling in and marveling at the powerful body he had obtained. He showed no regard or vigilance towards the approach of Saint Sabbat, this seemingly delicate girl.

But in the very next second, a shocking scene unfolded. This girl who appeared frail, gripping a power sword crackling with lightning and arcs, directly slashed at the Diocesan Priest's wing.

The Warp-energy that had previously blocked plasma lasers was, before this power sword, as soft and tender as tofu, instantly sliced open.

The wingtip was instantly severed by the power sword. The blue wingtip fell to the ground, still twitching and flopping about, an image of extreme eeriness and repulsiveness.

The moment a section of his wing was cut off, the Diocesan Priest immediately erupted into a pained, wailing shriek, as if this Warp-forged body was truly a part of his own flesh.

"You have completely fallen to become Chaos's lapdog. Prepare to die.

In the name of the God-Emperor, I shall grant you a merciful end."

Saint Sabbat recited a prayer to the Emperor, yet the sword in her hand struck with increasing ferocity and weight with each blow.

Witnessing this, Xia Xingchen sighed inwardly. Truly worthy of being the Emperor's Chosen.

The Diocesan Priest attempted to use Warp sorcery to kill Saint Sabbat.

But every blue spell granted by Tzeentch flitted through the air like azure sprites, dancing in space, flickering between the dimensions of reality and the Warp.

Yet, the moment they touched the golden light surrounding Saint Sabbat, they vanished without a trace.

This sight completely dumbfounded the Diocesan Priest.

Why did the spells bestowed by my god have no effect at all?

The reason Saint Sabbat could ignore the Chaos sorcery was entirely due to her bearing the Emperor's blessing.

Saint Sabbat would not grant the Diocesan Priest extra time to think. She directly landed a left hook, knocking the Diocesan Priest to the ground like a dazed stray dog.

In a startling and incredible manner, Saint Sabbat hovered mid-air, the golden light emanating from her body as if the Emperor himself were possessing her.

Seeing this, Xia Xingchen thought to himself, this is why he sometimes dared not be too firm in his attitude with Saint Sabbat.

The Emperor truly could sometimes possess a person.

"Nuwa, use your ocular scanner to analyze Saint Sabbat's Warp energy signature. What's going on?

I feel her power seems to have grown significantly."

Nuwa immediately initiated the scanning protocol.

"This defies science."

Looking at the data from the scan, Nuwa's voice was full of disbelief.

"The psychic energy around her has increased tenfold. No, wait... she is continuously absorbing psychic energy?"

Nuwa even felt that the Diocesan Priest nearby seemed more human, while Saint Sabbat was utterly, unequivocally a creation of the Warp.

After Nuwa shared her thoughts with Xia Xingchen, he understood perfectly well. This wasn't absorption of Warp energy; it was clearly the Emperor borrowing her body to display divine might.

By now, the battle between the two was nearing its end. It was essentially Saint Sabbat dominating the Diocesan Priest the entire way.

The cultists who attempted to charge in were all executed by Xia Xingchen and Nuwa. Only Saint Sabbat, still battling the Diocesan Priest, remained at the scene.

The Diocesan Priest was now a pitiful sight. The wings on his back had been completely severed, and his left arm had been melted by the Emperor's radiance emanating from Saint Sabbat, turning into a mud-like sludge as if it were wax.

Xia Xingchen finally understood why people eventually broke down fighting Warp-creations. Just looking at this scene, who wouldn't be horrified?

If even a follower of Tzeentch was like this, if they encountered a follower of Nurgle in the future, Xia Xingchen estimated he'd vomit at first sight.

But Saint Sabbat was long accustomed to such sights.

After all, in her previous life, she had slain countless daemons, even engaged in direct combat with the creations of the Four Chaos Gods, enduring to earn the Nine Holy Wounds before finally martyring herself.

The Diocesan Priest now clearly recognized his impending demise. Yet, the power of the Warp had gradually eroded his mind, turning him into a monster driven solely by combat.

If this trend continued, with more and more Warp energy pouring in and the Diocesan Priest's body unable to bear it, he would ultimately transform into a Chaos Spawn.

Saint Sabbat seemed acutely aware of this as well. She had to kill the Diocesan Priest quickly; otherwise, once he became a Chaos Spawn, it would be far more difficult to handle.

As the Diocesan Priest swung his claws and missed once more, Saint Sabbat moved with an unreachable, reaction-defying speed, swiftly flashing behind him.

The Diocesan Priest's head had nearly transformed into the shape of a blue bird's skull.

Seizing the moment, Saint Sabbat directly aimed her strike at the Diocesan Priest's neck, where avian feathers had already begun to sprout.

The moment the lightning on the power sword touched flesh, it caused the opponent's body to melt rapidly, like a cream cake.

"Repent before the Emperor, fallen one."

As Saint Sabbat uttered her final prayer, the Diocesan Priest's head was cleanly severed.

The Warp energy emanating from the Diocesan Priest, the moment its host died, seemed to lose its anchor. It no longer concentrated at a point but diffused outward in all directions, ultimately dissipating completely.

After dealing with the Diocesan Priest, Saint Sabbat swiftly turned her gaze towards the Confessor Priest nearby.

The Confessor Priest, who had moments ago been confident of victory, instantly plunged into despair.

Seeing Saint Sabbat's gaze turn upon him, the Confessor Priest was immediately scared out of his wits. He fell back onto his rear, scrambling backward frantically.

At that moment, as if remembering something, he hurriedly opened his mouth and shouted out his last lifeline.