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Faced with Priscilla's increasingly manic expression, the three of them broke out in a fine sweat, cold sweat sliding down their cheeks.

The terrifying figures of numerous Slaanesh were faintly visible behind Precyth. Although the Great Keeper of Secrets did not personally descend upon this place, this was enough to prove that the "Censer" Tzeentch obtained from Slaanesh was still in effect, gradually dragging the real universe into the abyss of the warp.

"Prophet! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you..."

Priscilla's screams echoed through the air, as if trying to break through all barriers and drill directly into the Doctor's ears. Her voice was filled with madness and distortion, sending chills down one's spine.

"Why won't you come with me! Why..."

Precys's questioning revealed despair and resentment; she couldn't understand why the Doctor was unmoved by her declarations of love.

"Join me in this joy!"

Precyth's words were like the whispers of a demon, tempting the Doctor to give up resistance and fall into the arms of the Lord of Pleasure.

Just then, the black Originium mixed with purple and blue suddenly began to multiply wildly around Precysus.

These Originium stones, as if they were alive, spread rapidly, like a black torrent sweeping straight towards the Doctor.

The doctor glanced at his watch without changing his expression, then replied in a calm voice, "I refuse."

Precys abruptly stopped, seemingly quite surprised by the doctor's refusal.

However, she did not give up. Instead, she rushed towards the doctor in a strange dance-like manner, like a ghost.

In an instant, a layer of azure shield, like an indestructible city wall, suddenly appeared between the three and Precyth.

The shield emitted a faint glow, blocking all of Prissis's attacks.

Prisus gripped the shield tightly with both hands, his fingernails digging deep into it, making a screeching sound.

Although her movements were slow, they carried an irresistible force, as if she wanted to tear through the shield and bring the Doctor under her control.

"Do not be afraid, prophet, I have six ways to love you..." Prissis's voice came through the shield, filled with endless temptation and threat.

The doctor expressionlessly pulled a plasma pistol from his pocket, the dark muzzle pointing directly at Priscilla.

Precys's already mysterious purple pupils now resembled bottomless black holes, reflecting the blue glow of the plasma gun.

However, faced with this potentially deadly threat, Precys seemed to have no intention of dodging at all.

She let the plasma pistol in the doctor's hand charge, as if it were nothing more than a harmless toy to her.

The doctor's finger was firmly on the trigger, feeling the slight vibration as the plasma pistol completed its charge.

He took a deep breath and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

In an instant, a dazzling torrent of plasma erupted out, like a blue meteor streaking across the void, rushing straight toward Precyth.

This torrent of plasma travels at extremely high speed, ionizing the air in its path and producing a hissing sound.

However, just as the plasma torrent was about to hit Prisus, the doctor was surprised to find that a layer of Originium suddenly appeared on Prisus's chest.

This layer of Originium acted like an indestructible shield, forcefully blocking most of the plasma torrent.

Despite the immense power of the plasma pistol, this single shot was not enough to kill Priscilla.

However, the doctor could clearly see that there was a distinct melting mark on Precys' chest, left by the plasma torrent that had burned her "flesh".

"Ah~ It hurts so much, is this your love, prophet~" Precys suddenly let out a scream of pain and pleasure.

Her body trembled slightly, as if she were enduring immense pain, but at the same time, a morbid satisfaction and ecstasy appeared on her face.

It is clear that Precys is now mentally deranged. The burning pain in her chest is transformed into a strange pleasure in her distorted perception, making her extremely addicted to the Doctor's "cruel" "love".

"mon3tr! Meltdown!"

Kal'tsit had no intention of restoring Precyth to health; she immediately ordered mon3tr to take action.

"Roar!"

A colossal Originium monster emerged from Kal'tsit's spine, energy gathering in its mouth.

Faced with Kal'tsit's attack, Prissis was not as gentle as she had been with the Doctor. The corrupted Originium grew rapidly under her control, instantly interrupting mon3tr's brief charge-up.

The contaminated Originium seemed to have a life of its own, tightly binding mon3tr and rendering it completely powerless to resist.

“I see, it’s because of you…AMa-10.” Precys’s voice revealed a sense of sudden realization, but her face was already distorted by the erosion of the warp, making her expression completely unlike that of a human.

Just then, the Doctor reacted quickly, pulling Kal'tsit behind him and putting down the plasma pistol without hesitation.

"I suggest you look behind you." The doctor's voice was calm and firm, as if he was confident about what was about to happen.

"What happens next?" Precys was clearly puzzled by the Doctor's words. Her mind was still focused on the battle with Mon3tr, and she didn't immediately understand what the Doctor meant.

However, just as she was pondering the doctor's words, a golden giant over three meters tall appeared behind her like a ghost.

Those were the Arghles's guards who had been teleported there, their visors glowing with a scarlet light as they looked down at Precys.

Even though the Imperial Guards did not launch an attack at this moment, the threat of death continued to haunt Precy's mind, and she had to leave immediately!

The lord's battle axe swung down with a speed that appeared to mortals as instantaneous teleportation.

Precyth, blessed by Slaanesh, barely dodged the axe's blow, but before she could figure out what to do, the lord's axe swept down.

The handle of the lord's battle axe slammed into Precyth's abdomen, sending her flying. Slightly purple blood spurted from her mouth.

Just as Precyth felt the pain in her abdomen, she was caught up by the Imperial Guards while still in mid-air, and her arm armor was slammed down on her.

Prisus was slammed to the ground by the Imperial Guards, and only then did the Doctor's shout rang out: "Wait..."

The guard, who had intended to deliver a fatal blow to Priscilla's brains with his fist, instead used his claws. He gripped Priscilla's head with his left hand and pulled her off the ground.

As the Blackstone Device suppressed the subspace, Precyth also felt the madness that had previously seemed completely inhuman.

"Can you put me down?" Blood flowed from Precys's seven orifices, and his body was disintegrating.

After the Archlius Guard saw the Doctor nod, they released their grip, and Precys fell down.

The doctor stepped forward and helped Precyth up; the latter's body, constructed from warp magic, was already beginning to collapse, and time was running out.

"Can you tell me your choice, prophet?"

"...I choose life."

"Is that so? Then trust AMa-10, it's right. Also, the Gray Nail has..."

Before he could finish speaking, Precyth turned to ashes and disappeared, and the four people present did not hear any further words.