As the last sound of a blade piercing a chest rang out, this almost one-sided slaughter was finally about to come to an end.
It wasn't that the Battle Sisters were too weak; these madwomen, skilled in combat techniques, could efficiently complete the tasks assigned by the Imperium.
But compared to an Inquisitor who had been systematically trained by the Imperial system from a young age to wield psychic powers, even a full squad of Battle Sisters truly wasn't enough.
The fallen Sister's mouth spewed out copious amounts of bloody foam, and the crimson blood, tainted by the Evil God, slowly trickled down her pale neck. The extreme interplay of white and red created a highly impactful visual.
"This is the last one."
Kenmyo Isayama, standing behind her, slowly withdrew his chainsword, its blade stained crimson. The fallen Sister immediately lost her support and fell to her knees with a thud.
The silk cloth covering her eyes also slipped off at this moment, revealing a pair of hazy eyes. These eyes had once been gouged out by a Chaos Daemon, and it was thanks to Slaanesh's power that she was able to see the world again.
But she saw her Sisters, one after another, perish, their deaths tragic, lying in pools of blood.
In her dying moments, she murmured softly,
"Did we make the wrong choice back then?"
"Who knows."
Kenmyo Isayama swung his blade towards the ground, and all the blood on the blade flowed into the cut it made. Only after the blade, including the chain, became spotless again did he return it to its sheath.
He didn't know why these Battle Sisters would abandon the honor of being "Daughters of the Emperor," but given their naivety, even if they didn't turn to Chaos, they would sooner or later be devoured by heretics, xenos, and other evils.
In this desperate world, all ordinary people could do was pray to the Emperor. But if even this faith in their hearts was abandoned, it would undoubtedly only bring them one step closer to the abyss of death.
"So let me see, what kind of secret is worth burying, even at the cost of exposing a fully-staffed Battle Sister squad."
The traitor Inquisitor and the traitor Battle Sisters both fell due to the Lord of Pleasure. If there was no connection between these two, Kenmyo Isayama would eat his hat.
Kenmyo Isayama half-squatted, removing the psychic barrier that had previously enveloped Tossak-Rome, and placed his hand on his head.
As Kenmyo Isayama silently chanted a spell in his mind, a different change occurred in the area.
Witchcraft and psychic spells are essentially the same, but using the word 'witchcraft' immediately gives off a vibe of evil power, especially when Kenmyo Isayama, a high-level Psyker, unleashed it.
Terrifying black and red lightning raged in Kenmyo Isayama's hand, like muscle cells proliferating and rapidly coalescing into solid black roots.
These terrifying tendrils, varying in thickness, slowly invaded Tossak-Rome's eyes, nose, mouth, ears—anywhere that could reach the brain. The thick ones were the size of corn, while the thin ones were only about the thickness of a finger.
Combined with the background of the bloody Battle Sister corpses, it gave the impression that some evil sacrificial ritual was underway. If a second person were present and saw it, they would only think this was no Inquisitor, but clearly a high-ranking Daemon of the Chaos Legion.
Even Kenmyo Isayama, the caster himself, felt a chill down his spine. Kenmyo Isayama had not been so heretical when he previously cast it on that scoundrel who had become a servitor skull.
But then again, is a level one fireball spell cast by a mage apprentice the same as one cast by a grand archmage? The former is a small fireball, the latter is a nuclear bomb.
Kenmyo Isayama's half-baked psychic level couldn't fully unleash the effects of Ahriman's spells. Macarnus-Elfman's psychic level, however, was still passable.
Under the pressure of the witchcraft, Tossak-Rome could only gape, unable to even scream. His eyes, nose, and ears were all bleeding profusely and continuously, looking extremely terrifying.
There was no other way; these tendrils had to connect to the brain, and the process was rather crude.
Kenmyo Isayama directly invaded Tossak-Rome's mental world. The surroundings were pitch black, with only a single door flickering with a flesh-pink light accompanied by purplish-red hues.
The large door below was securely locked. Kenmyo Isayama bounced on it twice, but there was no other movement.
The door, a full hundred meters thick and wide, was carved with various poems praising debauchery and pleasure, designed to lead people astray. At its very center was a bizarre symbol combining male and female characteristics.
Kenmyo Isayama recognized it as the representative symbol of Slaanesh, the Lord of Pleasure, typically used to display Slaanesh's hermaphroditic nature. One could imagine the complexity of the Warp's Evil Gods, with all sorts of blasphemous Chaos attributes combined.
This door was not a product of Slaanesh; it was a replica of the main entrance to Slaanesh's temple, arranged by Slaanesh's fanatical followers based on legends.
Kenmyo Isayama had seen the Inquisition's records, things that an Inquisitor who had not even served for a hundred years like him could not access.
Kenmyo Isayama, who had just been attacked by a Battle Sister squad, now saw this door and realized it wasn't just for him to check Tossak-Rome's memories.
He couldn't help but want to ask the person behind it,
"What the hell are you so afraid of?"
Kenmyo Isayama placed his hand on this heavy door, and a violent, blood-red energy instantly erupted from his palm.
"Ah?"
Instantly, in the utterly dark night, a blood-red cross-shaped beam of light rose, illuminating the pitch-black sky as if it were daylight.
Kenmyo Isayama's accompanying witchcraft energy destroyed the entire indestructible, heavy iron door with just one strike. Fragments of the door fell like a thunderous rain.
Below was the location of Tossak-Rome's memories, and Kenmyo Isayama descended with the surrounding burning boulders.
But at this moment, some unknown change occurred. If the pink and dark purple light seen earlier was like the glow of fireflies, then now it was a light as magnificent as the great sun.
Kenmyo Isayama wanted to escape, but it was too late.
His surroundings, originally Tossak-Rome's memory palace, were now completely engulfed by this immense, malevolent power.
Something terrifying seemed to be descending in the void.
[WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!]
Even the warhammer simulator began to blare, frantically warning Kenmyo Isayama to immediately cut off the psychic supply, stating that there might still be a chance to be saved.
[WARNING: Within this area, Warp concentration has suddenly increased significantly.]
[WARNING: You have entered??? Divine Realm (Super - Extremely High-Risk Area)]
[WARNING: If this continues, the host has a 99.9% chance of suffering Chaos corruption! (NOTE: This process is irreversible!)]
Kenmyo Isayama ignored the various warnings from the system because countless overlapping girlish laughter inexplicably began to echo in his ears. The coquettish laughter contained a decadent power that could make one's soul sink and become muddled.
[RECOMMENDATION: Please immediately terminate this simulation!!!]
Beads of sweat the size of soybeans trickled down Kenmyo Isayama's forehead.
"Damn it, this is going to be bad."