Chapter 129: Shattering the Inquisitor's Soul

Damn!

Honestly, Airet wasn't particularly worried about him getting hurt. Because he should be able to withdraw from the battlefield at any time and return to that aircraft.

But what he was worried about was this kid's impression of the Empire getting even worse, which might cause the trade with the Arch Mago to be terminated.

Taking out an item, Airet didn't hesitate to throw it into his mouth.

This was something the kid had given him back when they were still on the ship, saying it was panacea to use when severely injured.

They originally had their own healing potions, which they had already used.

Now, only this one potion from the other side remained, so he consumed it.

This!

Feeling obvious changes in his body, Airet was stunned.

Although he had anticipated it might be extraordinary, he hadn't expected such good effects.

Standing up, he was about to rush in, because the kid seemed to really be shaken and was fighting somewhat distractedly.

Wait, what was that?

Instead of moving forward to intervene, Airet stopped.

This kid was playing a trick, using his appearance of being shaken to secretly deceive the opponent while laying a trap.

As for why he could see the trap being set while the traitor didn't know, it was because during the fight, this kid's power armor seemed unreliable, with something falling off, giving the impression it posed no threat.

He had seen him do this operation when fighting Tyranids, magnetically attaching things to the power armor that seemed to be part of the armor's outer plating. During combat, the power armor would start taking damage and pieces would fall off.

So when the traitor officially stepped into his trap, brilliant orange light erupted.

"Don't you know villains die from talking too much?"

Saying this, Ejie pursued the guy who had half his body destroyed by the melta bomb.

The bolt pistol shot melta rounds into what remained of the other half, making him melt instantly like a candle.

It must be said that the Night Lord who looked like a berserker and seemed to have an irrational brain actually wasn't that easy to fool.

He had repeatedly suspected the dropped items were problematic, but finally under Ejie's deliberate carelessness, he had taken a heavy kick that sent him flying, with impact force that probably ruptured his internal organs.

He momentarily seemed unable to get up, and the opponent, wanting to press the advantage, charged forward and stepped on the thing that had fallen between them—what looked like a component that had blown off his body.

And so, he was done for.

Ejie looked ahead—the scales of victory seemed to be tipping toward their side without much suspense.

He looked at one guy—the Ordo Xenos Inquisitor.

Ejie decided: kill this bastard!

It seemed he had been corrupted, but actually it was this guy who had been corrupted by the Chaos Astartes.

That guy's corruption had made the Ordo Xenos Inquisitor increasingly distrustful of him, and finally Ejie felt the opponent had made some kind of decision.

Looking at several guys who were intentionally or unintentionally approaching, they were probably about to make a move on him.

After all, in the current situation, even without his interference, their side was gaining the upper hand.

Then, sure enough, after successfully killing those Chaos Night Lords members, they walked toward him without any concealment.

Four tin cans stood like four walls around his four sides.

They didn't attack him, and the Inquisitor gave an excuse even he himself didn't believe—that it was to protect his safety.

Under the close protection of four bodyguards, they also came to what looked like an altar that had been successfully captured, about the size of a football field.

Something stood on top of it, shaped like the rift generator from the Red Alert game Ejie had played. This thing was maintaining the warp rift and trying to expand it further.

Deathwatch members were moving some equipment up there. Then they did something to reverse this tower that could indeed be called a rift generator.

At the same time, several Dreadnoughts and most of the Astartes were also unleashing firepower at the rift, with daemons trying to interfere.

When the forward rotation on this rift generator changed to reverse rotation, this gash that looked like a savage black wound on the planet's surface from space began to contract.

This rift gate between the real world and hell, especially under the operation of the accompanying powerful psyker, was being sutured like a wound after surgery.

When the flesh on both sides of the wound was pulled tight together, it began to heal.

The moment it completely healed and disappeared, this psyker was transformed into a charcoal-like burned body and collapsed, with no more life signs detectable.

Thus, the great crisis was resolved, but the atmosphere on site also became somewhat wrong, as if a confrontation was about to begin.

To be precise, there were actually only a few people standing on the Inquisitor's side.

However, the reason for the standoff was the sky—a dark shadow looming over them: an Imperial warship.

The Inquisitor couldn't command the Astartes, but the warship was under his command, as well as the Inquisition forces on the warship, who could act on his orders at any time.

"So, could you please come with us for inqui..."

Before the Inquisitor could finish speaking, the four figures standing like walls beside the target suddenly began swaying, as if drunk.

"You..."

Pupils dilating, the Inquisitor was just about to raise his hand and point his bolt pistol at the target. But his brain suddenly felt like it had been hammered, producing dizziness.

No, it wasn't a physical problem—it was his soul.

The guy in front of him had withdrawn his untouchable field just now, but was now erupting with it again.

Bang—

Did it hit?

Hmm?

The Inquisitor found that the other party's bolt pistol barrel was smoking—hadn't he pulled the trigger himself?

Looking at his hand, it was gone.

"Stop!"

"Calm down!"

The Deathwatch commander and Salamanders captain, realizing what was happening, couldn't stop the Inquisitor from being taken hostage and could only tell the other party not to be impulsive.

Killing an Inquisitor so openly—wasn't this slapping the Inquisition in the face?

This was truly extremely bad.

"I'm very calm."

Ejie showed a harmless smile and lifted up this Inquisitor.

This guy seemed terrified, like someone who had come to the battlefield to gold-plate their record, his entire body now limp.

Actually, how could someone who became an Inquisitor be so weak, how could their mentality be so poor?

The truth was that the opponent was experiencing unprecedented soul tearing, causing him pain so intense he couldn't even scream, his body only able to convulse continuously.

The several fallen tin cans were because he had reduced the untouchable range to just cover them.

Moreover, the radiation had gradually increased from initially feeling like nothing.

Like slow poisoning—by the time they realized it, they had already received too much radiation dosage and collapsed as if drunk.

Crack—

Ejie extended one hand from his power armor, exposing it to the air, and directly reached out to touch the Inquisitor.

Now he was like a piece of super-radioactive stone, and this radiation was rather abnormal, more easily spreading through entities with physical bodies, while being weaker in air.

Perhaps describing him now as a toxic substance—a toxic substance targeting souls.

Entering this state required some time, like a mage casting an ultimate spell—before releasing it, he couldn't move freely.

Moreover, the duration was very short.

Otherwise, he would have activated this state long ago for a rampage.

So this state needed more training to further improve.

Eventually, like a mage, he could fight while chanting, even achieving instant casting.

Well then, this Inquisitor could go greet the Emperor for him.

The moment he made contact with the opponent's flesh, it became an empty shell.

At the same time, everyone seemed to see the Inquisitor's body showing double images.

No, it should be said the soul seemed to be pulled out.

But before it could be completely pulled out, his soul was as fragile as powder paste, instantly shattering and dissipating into the air.

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