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The invisible ripples spread rapidly, almost imperceptibly to the naked eye.

This mysterious force was like a silent curse; wherever it passed, Hospital Knight mechs lost power one after another, and the once mighty steel giants instantly turned into lifeless, silent sculptures.

At the same time, the power backpacks of the heavily armored soldiers suddenly stopped supplying power. The power armor that originally gave them great strength and mobility now became a cage that bound them, trapping them in place and making them unable to move.

Amidst this chaos, only three members of Rhodes Island were not wearing power armor—the Doctor, Amiya, and Kal'tsit.

They stood there, watching helplessly as their companions were affected by this strange force.

Priscilla moved with light, graceful steps, her high heels clicking crisply on the ground, echoing in the quiet space.

Her steps were graceful and light, as if she were happy about meeting the doctor.

The towering knight mech still stood, but it had lost all mobility and could only stand there like a giant statue, witnessing this sudden change.

Despite the heavy armored warriors' best efforts to move their bodies, which were locked in by the power armor, these power armors were modeled after the power armor of Astartes, and their heavy armor and solid structure rendered their efforts futile.

Each attempt to move was accompanied by the creaking of their bones, as if the armor had become one with their bodies, an inescapable shackle.

Thump! Thump!

Suddenly, a heavily armored warrior took a difficult step, each step appearing exceptionally heavy, as if he were carrying the weight of the entire world.

He had already thrown away his boarding shield and grenades, and moved forward with all his might.

As he moved, the cracking of his bones grew louder and louder, making everyone hold their breath in worry.

"Don't even think about it, get closer to the doctor!"

He used all his strength to move forward step by step, each step requiring a huge price to pay.

Despite being physically exhausted, he had only one belief in his heart—to protect the doctor.

Finally, he stood before Priscilla, so close that he could see every single strand of her hair.

However, his body had reached its limit, and his legs felt as if they were being crushed by a thousand-pound weight, making it difficult to support him.

He gritted his teeth and reached out with difficulty to grab Precyth.

This grab used up his last bit of strength; his fingers trembled slightly, as if he might lose his strength at any moment.

However, fate is always so cruel.

Just as his hand was about to touch Prisus, black Originium crawled up his body like a demon.

These Originium crystals spread rapidly, corroding every inch of his skin and gradually turning his body black.

At the same time, his power armor lost power, and dust drifted out from the gaps in the armor.

This once incredibly powerful power armor now seems to have been ripped out of its soul, forever frozen in a forward-grabbing posture.

Precys walked straight toward the three of them, her steps light and firm, as if she were oblivious to everything around her.

The power armor that had stopped functioning, like a silent steel jungle, silently watched this former human being depart.

"You've been deceived, Precyth." The doctor's voice suddenly broke the silence, his tone revealing a hint of helplessness and regret.

Precys stopped in her tracks, slowly raised her arm, and gently ran her right hand across the skin exposed to the air.

Her skin was as smooth as silk, without any trace of Originium, and was exactly the same as her original body.

"Look, Prophet, a complete human body. The Lord of Change has restored my original body." Precys's voice was calm and indifferent, seemingly unconcerned about the Doctor's words.

The two were less than ten meters apart, so close that they could almost hear each other's breathing.

The doctor stood there quietly, without saying a word, simply gazing silently at Precyth.

Precyth was completely absorbed in her own world, talking incessantly to the doctor about all the details of her body.

Suddenly, without warning, Precys stretched out his hands, as if longing for something.

Her voice became gentle and hoarse: "Prophet, unite with me."

These words were like a lightning bolt piercing the silent night sky, startling the doctor.

The doctor's gaze fell on Precyth's face, and he was surprised to find that there was a strange purple light shimmering in her eyes.

At the same time, a faint scent of female hormones filled the air, making the doctor realize that something was wrong.

It is clear that Precyth was not only influenced by Tzeentch, but may also have been corrupted by Slaanesh.

Her body seemed to have lost control of its own actions, and her legs, encased in black stockings, rubbed together incessantly, revealing an uncontrollable desire.

The alluring scent of musk filled the air, causing many of the soldiers trapped in the power armor to blush.

The Doctor held Amiya's hand, while Kal'tsit stood indifferently; the three of them remained unaffected.

The necklace around the Doctor's neck, which originated from the Soul Forge, dispelled the alluring musk scent, allowing the three to maintain their sanity.

In the subspace unseen by anyone, Talulah dropped the incense burner in her hand.

Suddenly, a rift was torn open in the subspace, and Killer Jake, who had just finished fighting Terror, stepped into the space set up by Tzeentch.

"What are you up to now, you blue-haired birdman?" Killer Killer asked Tzeentch as he repaired the flesh that had been torn away by the Blood God's Descendant.

“A family drama,” Talulah replied indifferently to Kirsarge, a response completely unlike the usual Tzeentch.

"Only four people came? Where is Prince Pleasure?" Killer also saw the Doctor and Priscilla.

Talulah pointed to the incense burner on the ground, and Kearsarge immediately understood: "Good heavens, this is a classic S-brand product. You get so excited halfway through that you lose contact."

“You’ve come to banish this Advent, haven’t you?” Talulah said, looking at the galaxy isolated by the Event Horizon Needle, in a tone of certainty.

“That’s right, let’s go back soon.” Kirsaj walked to stand next to “Talulah” and responded to her.

Talulah turned to look at Kirsaj, who in turn turned to look at Talulah, their eerie blue eyes meeting hers in a bewitching purple one.

“That’s no simple matter.” Talulah’s voice became eerie yet clear. “I will show you what the oldest god of the warp truly is…”