A sorcerer? I am a Warhammer psyker.

Even with this, who wouldn't be confused?

"Aliens killed our fellow human beings."

High Sister Brino Havel placed her hand on her chest, her sorrowful gaze sweeping over everyone present.

This includes Kenmei Isayama.

However, she didn't seem to be afraid of this notorious killer; on the contrary, she was quite surprised that he was here.

Because Kenmei Isayama's methods and style didn't seem like he would be leisurely here, watching several nuns pray.

If he were to bring the sinners to the temple world for execution...

It might not even fit in this main hall.

Even though Kenmei Isayama is here now, people are still being executed one after another in the plaza outside and in the unseen dark corners. Compared to the Elven race and the Xenomorphs, Kenmei Isayama seems to be the one who brought death and destruction here.

Brino glanced at Kenmei Isayama briefly before looking away.

"They paid the price with their own lives to complete this great mission for us."

“These warriors are great, and only their noble souls are worthy to return to the throne of our great God-King and serve Him forever.”

"Now, under the watchful eye of the Sage, let us pray for these noble souls."

High Sister Brino Havel closed her eyes in a prayerful gesture, and as soon as she finished speaking, a pure white phantom, made of an unknown force, slowly appeared above the coffin.

The white phantom spread its wings, and its holy wings, which were over ten meters long, almost completely covered the area in front of Kenji Isayama's line of sight.

Moreover, as its wings spread, some of its feathers fell off.

These swaying, golden-glowing white feathers weren't just drifting around randomly; most of them corresponded to the bodies of fallen soldiers.

The feathers vanished as soon as they landed on me, like bubbles.

But Isayama Kenmei saw with his own eyes that the half-corpse in front of him looked much better after the wings melted away.

Damn it, that's awful.

Isayama Kenmei didn't know why he looked so healthy, but there was just a strange feeling about him.

Moreover, not only the dead, but also a handful of the nuns or state monks present received a feather.

Isayama Kenmei saw that they didn't resist and even seemed to be looking forward to it, which meant this wasn't the first time, and that the feather was also beneficial to the living.

The little girl next to me was also looking forward to this, praying with her eyes closed and occasionally peeking at the feathers above.

However, these feathers seemed to intentionally or unintentionally avoid Kenmei Isayama's position, especially when he finally saw a feather with "good taste" about to reach him.

For some unknown reason, the feathers suddenly trembled and changed course, seemingly heading straight for Frey, who was standing next to Kenmei Isayama.

This made him a little unhappy.

Surely a living saint couldn't be more sinister than the filth in the other dimension.

Just as it was about to fall on the little nun's head, Kenmei Isayama grabbed it and said, "Give it to me."

The feathers feel as smooth and warm as jade to the touch, and they melt into your body the moment you touch them.

[You are receiving the "Resurrection" (Aura) buff, increasing your stamina recovery rate by 20% for fifteen minutes.]

[You are blessed by the "Courage" (Aura) effect, increasing your psionic regeneration rate by 20% for fifteen minutes.]

Having received two buffs in a row, Kenmei Isayama really didn't expect that this feather, which didn't look like much, was actually quite powerful.

This is the final step of the ceremony: bestowing blessings.

This gift, which only a few can receive, is truly a blessing from a saint, and it varies from person to person.

After this step, the blessing of these corpses is complete, and they can be sent to the cemetery for burial.

Frey assured everyone that this was the closest she had ever come to receiving the Saint's blessing, but...

She could only watch helplessly as her opportunity was taken away by that devilish man beside her, and she could only dare to be angry but dare not speak out.

"hehe."

Thinking of this, Frey's eyes went vacant, and she collapsed to the ground like a duck.

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Isayama Kenmei glanced at the spineless little nun. He wouldn't come here even once every few hundred or thousand years, but Frey had a long life ahead of her, so what was wrong with letting her come once?

"Huh? Is it an illusion?"

Deeply saddened, Frey lowered her head. With a casual glance, she suddenly noticed that the corpse in front of her seemed to have twitched its eyelids slightly.

"how could be?"

But very

Quickly Frey realized this was not an illusion, because the peaceful corpse in front of her suddenly opened its eyes and met her gaze.

Frey could clearly see that his pupils were a murky pair of dark green mixed with yellow. After letting out a roar, he pounced on her with extremely fast, convulsing crawling movements, seemingly wanting to bite off her slender neck in one bite.

This terrified the young nun, who had only recently joined the nun's monastic community. She had never witnessed such a scene before and could only sit there dumbfounded, so frightened that she even closed her eyes.

"Pfft..."

A sharp blade pierced the monster's skull amidst its roar, embedding itself firmly in the ground and rendering it immobile.

"Hey, Frey."

"Is that also the effect of a saint's blessing?"

The judge's words made Frey open her eyes with trembling.

When she opened her eyes again, she found that everything had changed. The sacred temple had become a demonic realm where demons ran rampant.

These corpses, blessed by the saints, have now come back to life in a completely different form, terrifying and showing no trace of their previous peaceful appearance.

The resurrected corpses were attacking the living people frantically, the sounds of flesh being torn apart and screams of agony intertwined in a chaotic mess.

What she found most unbelievable was that High Sister Brino Havel's power armor had been pierced by a dark green, barbed vine, and she was being held aloft.

Frey quickly realized that it wasn't a vine, but a terrifying tongue, with strange spikes on it for some reason.

Chapter 132 Tearing the Angel's Wings

The "Place of the Sage" is a completely enclosed space. To ensure respect for the sage, the "blessing" ceremony begins in a completely enclosed state.

It can only be opened by those inside after the ceremony, and cannot be opened by those outside.

But the door, which could usually be opened easily, was now as if welded shut, impossible to open. Dozens of bloody handprints and claw marks dug out with bare hands were imprinted on the door, making it look utterly hopeless.

The followers of the Imperial State Religion outside the gate could never have imagined that the world inside and the world outside were completely different.

On one side was the sacredness of the state religion's temple, while on the other side it had completely degenerated into a terrifying hell where demons ran rampant.

It's unexpected that the boundary between black and white can be so harmoniously close, separated by just one door.

Its murky eyes, a mix of dark green and yellow, its skin white with a hint of purple, and its long, eerie tongue all indicate that it is a demon under Slaanesh's command.

We don't understand why a perfectly healthy corpse that received the blessing of a living saint would turn into this. Isayama Kenmei clearly checked the corpse from the beginning and there was no tampering with it.

It now seems that the corrupting influence of the demonic chaos forces is truly ubiquitous.

Thanks for the invitation. He just watched "The Living Saint Bestows Blessings," and now he's shown "The Return of the Living Dead."

The latter program was particularly stimulating, and Kenmei Isayama didn't quite appreciate it.

A perfectly rounded arc of blade light circled around, the crisp sound of the blade cutting through the air producing an extremely painful low hum.

Brightly colored blood lines appeared on the bodies of the nearly twenty undead that were nearby, and bursts of blood exploded, their shattered bodies falling to the ground.

Kenmei Isayama glanced at his arms, which were already showing signs of varicose veins, but still didn't force himself.

Not only that, but in the spacious hall, there were four enormous red hound monsters, each two meters tall and made entirely of psionic energy. They were tearing and biting with their teeth, using their hands and feet to hunt monsters like bulldozers, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake.

Such enclosed places are best burned with fire-based psionic spells, but if we consider that Kenmei Isayama is not afraid of high temperatures and does not need to breathe, then it is indeed possible.

Kenmei Isayama swung his sword forcefully, splattering blood from the blade onto the ground.

"You guys really don't let me rest at all."

Kenmei Isayama truly felt helpless. Since arriving on this planet, he had been doing two things repeatedly: "capturing people" and "killing people." He hadn't closed his eyes since they opened.

He had to confirm that the bodies of those killed were indeed their own, and overseeing the executions of four or five thousand people had exhausted him. He had just finished a mountain of work and finally arrived here, hoping to rest for a while, but now this had happened.

It is best that neither the living nor the dead should enter.

Can't ashes receive blessings from saints? They can't be buried.

From now on, Kenmei Isayama will remember this lesson: corpses must be cremated as soon as possible, even those undergoing examination may decompose rapidly under the influence of corrupting forces.

There are at least three hundred undead here, roughly estimated, eager to attack Kenmei Isayama and Frey, who is trembling in the corner.

So the high nun over there who got stabbed through the heart, may she just stay there and bless herself.

The giant, mutated tongue covered in thorns came from a deceased battle nun. Her physique and body curvature were vastly different from the nun in Tosak-Rome's memories that Kenmei Isayama had consulted.

That's why Kenmei Isayama didn't realize that the other side was using a lot of deception, which led him to make the mistake of following the map blindly.

There are more than a dozen such depraved nuns who are frantically slaughtering the novice nuns who belong to the choir.

Several fallen nuns were eyeing the coffin of the living dead, but the divine power prevented them from getting close.

"Damn it, that damned demon!"

High Sister Brino's delicate face was contorted with pain, and large beads of sweat dripped from her forehead due to the intense agony. This was no time to conceal her powers in such a life-or-death situation.

She was chosen by the Imperial State Religion from a young age and identified as one of the candidates for the next Saintess because she could invoke the power of this slumbering, unknown entity.

The power of the "living saint" over countless years.

What's wrong with me, the reincarnated one, using my body from my previous life?

Brino Havel's golden eyes were fixed on the sacred coffin, and then the living saint inside seemed to sense it as well.

The giant, pure white angel made of energy that Kenmei Isayama had seen before reappeared on the field, but this time it was almost a physical entity compared to the phantom.

The concentration of power and the domineering effect on demons are incomparable.

A tangible expression appeared on the angel's face, and he was especially angry.

Life should get better and better; how could the human race be in a worse situation than when the living saint was alive?