The hull of the Chaos Ritual Ship lit up with an ominous purple light at the same time.
Ripples of dark purple psychic shockwaves, like an invisible plague, instantly swept across the entire battlefield.
In the void, there was no sound.
But in the mind of every living being, the desperate whispers of billions of lost souls echoed, and their nostrils were filled with the sweet, cloying stench of rotting fruit.
Under the wash of this filthy energy, their wills were rapidly eroded and dissolved like flesh exposed to strong acid!
"Roar—!"
Angronia let out a painful roar.
In her amber eyes, that pure Battle Intent was stained with a layer of frenzied blood-color. The chainaxe in her hand suddenly turned, nearly striking one of the Sisters fighting beside her!
The phantom pain of the Butcher's Nails seemed to transcend time and space at this moment, returning once more!
On the other side, Fogremia's elegant, dance-like sword stance stalled for a split second.
Her ears were no longer filled with the movement of battle, but with countless harsh, discordant noises.
"Not... perfect..."
She murmured to herself, her purple eyes revealing pain and confusion for the first time.
Above the sky, Sanguinia's singing came to an abrupt halt.
The light from her pair of massive snow-white wings dimmed at a visible speed, as if splashed with filthy ink.
A massive sorrow, originating from the depths of her genes and once buried by her own hands, welled up in her heart without warning.
That was... the precursor to the Black Rage!
The offensive of the three assault units fell into chaos and stagnation at the same moment!
The range of this psychic pollution extended far beyond this.
In the communication channels of the Imperial Fleet, the terrified screams of mortal crew members seeing visions rose one after another.
On the bridge of the "glory of macragge", even the battle-hardened Ultramarines felt a massive mental pressure, as if countless vengeful souls were whispering in their ears.
"Look!"
Chapter Master Calgar gritted his teeth, forcibly resisting the erosion in his mind, his voice carrying a hint of complex emotion.
"This is the consequence of consorting with heretics! Their power, after all, originates from Chaos, and will inevitably be swallowed by an even stronger Chaos!"
His words represented the thoughts of most Imperial Officers on the bridge.
This group of mysterious women would eventually pay the price for their heretical actions.
However, on Guilliman's tactical screen, the white icon representing the genesis remained calm, without any abnormal energy fluctuations.
It was as if the psychic storm, capable of polluting the entire star sector, was merely a harmless breeze.
genesis, bridge.
Leticia calmly watched the three Sister units on the main screen, who were trapped in pain and chaos.
Behind her, Terrania's small hand tightly gripped her divine robe, her golden eyes full of worry.
Leticia did not look back.
She slowly raised her right hand.
Terrania understood immediately and without hesitation placed her soft, cool little hand over the back of Leticia's hand.
"Sister."
The little one's voice carried unquestionable trust.
"Let them see what true power is."
A cold arc curled at the corner of Leticia's mouth.
She and Terrania locked eyes.
The next second.
In Leticia's pure black eyes, the fire of pure Battle Intent, existing only to protect, ignited!
In Terrania's pure golden eyes, a supreme Divine Charm halo, capable of making all things bow down, bloomed!
Two completely different divine powers intersected and fused through their tightly held hands!
This was not a simple addition of one plus one equals two.
This was a brand new, higher-dimensional divine resonance!
A clear, majestic voice, filled with holy Battle Intent, resounded across the entire battlefield through all channels!
"To fight for protection is glory!"
It was Leticia's voice!
The moment the words fell!
Hum—!!!
An indescribable, pure golden halo erupted outward with the genesis as its center!
Like a warm and majestic shockwave, it instantly swept across the entire battlefield!
Every member of the Sisterhood exposed to this golden halo underwent an amazing transformation!
From the gaps in their power armor, a layer of golden, tangible flames suddenly ignited!
These flames had no temperature, yet they were filled with a holy, glorious, and unyielding powerful Battle Intent!
"Fire of Glory"!
The frenzied phantom pain invading Angronia's mind was completely purified the moment these golden flames ignited!
The blood-color in her eyes faded, replaced by an even hotter, purer Battle Intent!
"For the Goddess!!!"
The war cry she let out again was no longer a roar of pain, but a Glorious Crusade declaration filled with supreme honor!
All the noise in Fogremia's ears vanished instantly; what she felt was an unprecedented, extreme harmony and perfection!
Her sword swung even faster and more elegantly than before!
Sanguinia's dimmed wings once again burst with light more brilliant than the sun! The sorrow originating from her genes was completely dispelled, replaced by infinite love for life and the determination to protect!
Her song rose again, and this time, every note transformed into golden holy light with healing power!
That dark purple Chaos psychic energy, spreading like a plague, was silently and completely evaporated and purified before this golden Fire of Glory, like snow exposed to a blazing sun!
One second!
Just one second!
The entire battlefield transformed from a filthy hell into a holy sanctuary!
The wounds of all Sisterhood members were healing, their physical strength was recovering, and their will was elevated to an unprecedented peak!
Everyone's combat power instantly more than doubled out of thin air!
Every one of their attacks, whether a strike from a chainaxe or a shot from a Bolter, was imbued with a layer of golden purifying fire!
The bridge of a Chaos Frigate was struck by a bolt shell coated in the Fire of Glory.
The golden flames ignored material obstacles and directly ignited the souls of all Chaos crew members inside the bridge!
No screams, no struggling.
Those souls corrupted by Chaos were completely purified in the flames, dissipating into specks of golden light.
The entire warship lost control in an instant, becoming a steel coffin floating in the universe.
"No! This is impossible!"
On the Chaos Flagship, the Chaos Lord wearing a horned helmet let out an unbelievable shriek.
"What power is this?! This is not the power of the Subspace! Gods above! What on earth is this?!"
His ecstasy had long been replaced by a massive fear of a higher-level existence, originating from the depths of his soul!
Bridge of the "glory of macragge".
Dead silence.
A complete, dead silence.
Chapter Master Calgar's mouth hung open, the expression on his face frozen.
He had just been asserting that these "heretics" would surely be swallowed by Chaos.
And now, these "heretics" were purifying Chaos in a way he completely could not comprehend!
On the bridge, all the Ultramarines officers seemed to have been struck by a petrification spell, staring fixedly at the main screen without moving.
A young Space Marine even unconsciously loosened his grip on his Bolter, letting it fall to the floor with a "clank".
He looked at the golden ocean of Hope on the screen, at those Valkyries bathed in the Fire of Glory like gods descended to earth, and murmured to himself.
"A miracle..."
"This is... a living miracle..."
"What... what have we been believing in?"
These words were like a heavy hammer, smashing hard into the hearts of every Ultramarine.
The cold existence they had believed in for ten thousand years, sitting upon the Golden Throne, had never shown them such warm, direct, and hopeful protection!
Yet today, they had witnessed all of this with their own eyes through a mysterious force they regarded as "heretical".
Faith, at this moment, developed a crack.
Roboute Guilliman still stood upon the command platform.
His body was motionless.
But on his tactical display, the shared data stream from the genesis was refreshing frantically.
[Unit Status: 'Glorious Crusade' aura activated]
[Effect 1: All attributes increased by 120%]
[Effect 2: Immunity to all psychic pollution below Grade A]
[Effect 3: Attacks carry 'Divine Purification' effect, causing conceptual erasure damage to demons and Chaos units]
[Effect 4: Morale locked to 'Fanatic', will shall never break]
...
Every piece of data was battering his mental fortress constructed of logic and reason.
His brain, belonging to a Primarch, simply could not analyze the source of this power.
This isn't science.
This isn't magic.
This... is theology.
A higher level of theology he had never seen before!
The situation on the battlefield had been reversed in an instant.
The Chaos fleet collapsed like a mountain under the Sisterhood's counterattack.
Guilliman knew that this battle was already over.
But another, more important war had just begun.
He silently looked at the pure white warship on the screen, like a residence of the gods.
He could no longer remain silent.
Guilliman reached out his finger, bypassing all public and conventional communication protocols.
His fingertip pressed a request on the command console.
An absolutely private communication request of the highest encryption level.
Target: genesis.
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