A sorcerer? I am a Warhammer psyker.

As soon as Kenmei Isayama finished speaking, a voice came from the room that was devoid of any emotion, like a cold machine responding immediately to its master's call.

"All things are dust..."

This is a language that does not exist in any other world. It is quite ancient and weathered. Just these four characters contain endless, suffocating despair.

Kenmei Isayama was already used to this; when he heard the words "all things are dust," he knew that the person he was entrusting had received the message.

The sound came from the giant, sapphire-blue terracotta armor-clad figure next to the wardrobe behind Kenmei Isayama, whose height almost reached the ceiling.

When this thing doesn't have Isayama Kenmei's orders, it doesn't move at all and gives the impression of being a sculpture. Who would guess that it's alive?

Saying it's "alive" isn't accurate either.

A more accurate explanation is that the curse known as the "Scarlet Letter" has transcended the boundary between "life and death," transforming it into something neither human nor ghost.

The soul is forever bound to an empty shell of armor, devoid of thought, fear, and emotion.

Only unwavering loyalty to the master (the wizard).

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Chapter 56 The Scarab Terminator

"All things are dust. All things are dust. All things are dust. All things are dust."

Imagine dozens of fully armed Scarlet Warriors staggering around their sorcerer, their low war cries and heavy footsteps like the drumbeats of death.

Armor protected by psionic energy is indestructible in the heat of battle and immune to enemy artillery fire.

The Red Letter Warrior's compound bomb gun, combined with psionic power, unleashed deadly attacks in all directions amidst distorted flames.

These large blue cans are the most despairing enemy on the battlefield.

The heavy armor, originally from the empire, had long been altered beyond recognition by the power of chaos, and was covered with forbidden runes.

The Scarlet Warriors' design is inspired by ancient Egyptian culture and mummy artifacts, featuring yellow and blue stripes reminiscent of Tutankhamun's golden mask, bird-shaped decorations, and hieroglyphic runes. Combined with the otherwise relatively simple Space Marine power armor, it creates a unique artistic impact.

In particular, Kenmei Isayama, who obtained this red-letter warrior, is among the best.

The Scarab Terminators are those who were once known as Sekhetandagnus "Veterans." They are veterans and sworn brothers of the Thousand Sons, and also served as the Primarch Magnus's Honor Guard.

The scarab is also one of the few elite units that can stand up to the Emperor's Imperial Guard infantry head-on.

Corrupted by the power of chaos, these warriors donned variants of the ancient Hades Terminator, a more robust power armor covered in blasphemous runes.

Each piece of the set is a precious relic of the Legion.

With the fluctuation of its own spiritual energy, it can not only deflect solid projectiles launched by the enemy, but also deflect those so-called high-tech beam weapons.

【Red Letter Warrior - Scarab Terminator】

Origin: The Wizarding World (High-level world, territory of the Chaos God)

Quality: Unknown (Extremely damaged)

Type: Psionic Warrior - Living Armor

Durability: 1290/189000 (This durability is irreversible)

Equipment Requirements: Bound in red (indicating)

Skill: Lost

Documents: Lost

Rating: When fate becomes a shackle, all things turn to dust. You think it's the curse of the scarlet letter, but it's actually the toy of an evil god, and the poor banished spend their entire lives atoning for their sins.

The "Uncle Lan" that Kenmei Isayama mentioned was not just a tool to help him with chores.

Despite the extreme damage to its durability causing a dimensional drop in its power, the Scarab Terminator remains Kenmei Isayama's biggest trump card at present!

This gave him the power to fight against higher-level cursed spirits. Real combat is the best way to test combat power, and constantly worrying about the progress of the experiment will cause him to lose his hair.

So Kenmei Isayama went out.

In the dead of night, in an abandoned industrial park in Kita-Ikebukuro, an extremely malevolent surge of magical energy distorted even the moonlight that should have been shining on the earth.

A dark-colored, one-eyed giant, about ten meters tall and covered in pustules, stood among the rusty old pipes in the chemical industrial park, seemingly searching for something.

The huge, scarlet eyeball in the middle of the enormous head kept turning in four directions, making a rolling sound.

Its wounds all over its body secreted a terrible dark green pus that dripped onto the ground, corroding the asphalt road surface and making a hissing sound, creating pits of varying depths.

"Roar!!!"

Suddenly, the Cyclops moved, raising his hands high above his head and slamming them down heavily on an abandoned oil tank. The overwhelming force punched a large hole in the hard steel.

The dilapidated steel structure, twisted and deformed over time, emitted a loud, mournful cry, and billowing dust completely engulfed the gigantic Cyclops.

However, judging from the cursed spirit's reaction, it must have completely missed its target, otherwise it wouldn't have been so enraged and started attacking these abandoned chemical equipment indiscriminately.

Instantly, a high concentration of yellowish-green cursed energy gathered from the Cyclops's mouth and was then released completely in one breath.

"Boom"

"

A destructive, corrosive beam of light shot out from the Cyclops at incredible speed, its straight beams continuously sweeping across the abandoned park as it rotated, each beam causing a massive explosion.

The cursed spirit's idea was quite simple: remove all these eyesores, and the little mouse it was looking for would naturally appear on its own.

The continuous explosions caused flames to engulf the entire park, with fires raging in all directions caused by the Cyclops's cursed cannons.

Moreover, due to the unique nature of the cursed spirit's power, the white smoke produced by the raging yellow-green flames is highly toxic and corrosive.

"The one capable of such an attack should be a high-level cursed spirit of around level one."

Kenmei Isayama sat atop the towering chimney spire, his hair ruffling in the air currents. He sat on the edge of the chimney, his legs dangling casually in the air.

It's easy to worry for Kenmei Isayama, who has no protective measures in place.

There was a drop of nearly 100 meters to the ground both in front of and behind you; falling down would mean instant death.

Kenmei Isayama looked down with interest at the towering Cyclops below, which was engulfed in pale yellow flames, and slowly spoke while stroking his chin.

"Otherwise, it would be a waste to use durability in this kind of situation."

The "little mouse" that the enraged Cyclops below was looking for was Kenmei Isayama.

Because he lacked a method to determine the level of a cursed spirit, he could only harass it for a while to provoke it and see what kind of destructive power this cursed spirit could cause when it was in a state of impotent rage, so that he could preliminarily know what its cursed spirit level was.

"Quick victory."

When you see the piercing sirens of fire trucks blaring in the distance, they're probably coming soon.

Kenmei Isayama didn't like involving innocent people, so he didn't drag it out any longer.

Kenmei Isayama finished the last bit of beer in the can, then refilled it with concentrated spiritual energy.

He held the can high above his head as if to throw it, and then threw it precisely at the head of the cyclops that was looking around.

"Where the hell are you looking, you big guy?!"

After a dazzling white flash, a violent explosion occurred on the bald head of the cursed spirit.

"I'm here."

The smoke from the explosion of Kenjiro Isayama's spirit energy lasted for less than a second. Amidst a deafening roar that shook the sky, a straight beam of yellow-green light pierced through the smoke and struck the chimney where he was standing.

Sensing the destructive force that was almost within reach, and the feeling of weightlessness that came with the entire chimney being shattered.

The unprecedented sense of excitement and crisis, combined with this double stimulus, made Kenmei Isayama's lips curl into a smile.

"That's how it should be!"

Kenmei Isayama did not wait for the spire to collapse; instead, he jumped off the towering chimney with his arms outstretched.

As he watched the ground approach and the surrounding shattered rocks, Kenmei Isayama calmly uttered four special syllables.

"All things are dust!"

Suddenly, a rectangular pale blue light screen with flashing red characters in the middle appeared in the void in front of Isayama Kenmei, who was falling continuously.

He reached out and touched the light screen. Behind the screen, there seemed to be another space, and the phantom of the Netherworld Terminator armor appeared.

Through the light barrier, a massive, metallic, sapphire-blue armor faintly appeared on Kenmei Isayama's body. It was engraved with sharp lines in blue and gold, adorned with claws and various taboo runes resembling hieroglyphs.

After passing through the light barrier, Kenmei Isayama had completely donned the last relic of the Thousand Sons Legion, merging with it and transforming into a terrifying red-letter warrior who struck fear into the hearts of enemies on the battlefield.

With his eyes glowing red, Kenmei Isayama spun around in mid-air, gripping the suddenly appearing scimitar in his hand, and charged directly towards the location of the Cyclops.

He slashed down fiercely!

"Die to me!"

This is another use for the [Red Letter Warrior - Scarab Terminator].

Chapter 57 The Mysterious Mental Breakdown

"What do you mean they're not here? Don't make me go on a mission alone."

As Anka, riding in the special car of the Sorcery Academy, headed to the location of the sudden cursed spirit incident, she recalled the sarcastic remarks the two men had made before their business trip.

"Songstress, take good care of the house. I'm off on a business trip with Jie."

"By the way, whatever you do, don't take on missions alone. I don't want to come back with Jay only to hear that you've been eaten by a cursed spirit."

"Wu, it's not nice of you to talk about the songstress like that."

"If she can't beat the cursed spirit, she can just run away. After all, no one in our Cursed Arts Specialty can run faster than her."

“Jay, I think you’re more hurtful than I said, hahahahaha.”

Anka-hime was so angry she wanted to grind her teeth, so when she heard that a high-level cursed spirit had appeared in the abandoned chemical industrial area of ​​Kita-Ikebukuro, she immediately came.

"Damn it, Wu Tiao and Xia You, I can manage on my own without you two."