The power armor of regular Battle Sisters is usually a vibrant red and gold, two rather magnificent color schemes, adorned with sacred patterns symbolizing the Imperial Cult and prayers to the Emperor.
Kenmyo Isayama had told them to tone it down, but these Battle Sisters unexpectedly became even more blatant in displaying the power of the Chaos God.
Therefore, the power armor of these few now exuded an ominous, corrupt aura.
Most notably, the white armor began to melt like ice and snow, transforming into ominous purplish-black armor, revealing large expanses of pale skin.
They had been tightly covered just moments ago, but now they were openly displayed.
While appearing alluring, there was also a heroic and dashing feeling about them.
Typically, the Imperium's Battle Sisters are symbols of sanctity and chastity, their silver short hair so striking, but against the backdrop of Slaanesh's power, a touch of crimson lips became incredibly vivid, and their blue pupils seemed to be filled with pink, enchanting light.
"Oh, this..."
Kenmyo Isayama looked at these four transformed Fallen Sisters, a helpless smile on his face.
What else could he say? Only that the Chaos God truly understood men.
"First, a traitor from the Inquisition, then fallen Battle Sisters. My C-rank simulation is quite lively."
Kenmyo Isayama felt a strange sense of emotion. Had he stumbled into a nest of heretics?
As for whether he might misjudge...
He was an Inquisitor; if he couldn't even distinguish the aura of a Chaos God, he might as well retire early. However, it was rare for other Inquisitors to encounter such situations in their entire lives, yet Kenmyo Isayama had run into two at once.
The Inquisition and the Sisterhood were the Emperor's most loyal servants, so it was absurd that internal members would turn to Chaos.
Especially the Battle Sisters, they were once known as the "Daughters of the Emperor" (or "Brides"), possessing unparalleled faith in the Emperor, and their greatest source of power came from unwavering conviction!
Kenmyo Isayama knew that the Imperium of Man was on the verge of collapse, but he hadn't expected traitors to appear even within such core secret organizations.
The Fallen Battle Sisters' squad continued their firepower assault, as if waiting for Kenmyo Isayama's psychic energy to deplete.
But soon, he would show them what true endurance was.
Kenmyo Isayama smiled. He gripped the hilt of his chainsword, and soon, the blade began to flash with dazzling pale blue psychic light.
"Well, perhaps this is the meaning of our existence as Inquisitors."
As Kenmyo Isayama tightened his grip, the motor hidden within the hilt spun like mad, emitting a buzzing roar. The serrated edges of the blade, supported by psychic energy, cut through the air at high speed, producing a terrifying shriek.
"With Bolter and chainsword, physically enforce the Emperor's will."
Kenmyo Isayama held his chainsword horizontally in front of him in a thrusting posture, fearlessly and resolutely charging into the metallic storm before him.
The thin atmosphere could not impede Kenmyo Isayama's agile movements; the ground where his feet, used for explosive force, had previously stepped was now indented by several centimeters.
"Here he comes, Sisters!"
"Fire! Open fire! The great God will watch over our valor!"
Under the roaring command of the Battle Sisters' squad leader, not only were faster-firing submachine guns brought out, but a denser hail of bullets poured forth. Simultaneously, a Battle Sister brought out a flamethrower capable of melting the armor of Imperial tanks!
An unbelievably long stream of fire appeared in Kenmyo Isayama's path. The continuous release of terrifying high temperatures even scorched the crystalline structures on the ground, causing the strange and beautiful patterns that had appeared decades ago to resurface.
But what was truly terrifying was that no matter how fierce the Battle Sisters' squad's attack, no matter how many degrees higher the temperature of the flames, it could not hinder Kenmyo Isayama's charging thrust. All attacks were completely harmless against his psychic barrier; they simply couldn't wound Kenmyo Isayama inside.
How much psychic capacity did this guy even have? The Battle Sisters grew more and more alarmed as they fought.
"Swish, swish, swish"
Kenmyo Isayama, shielded by his psychic barrier, moved so fast that he tore through the air in front of him. The Battle Sisters only felt a piercing wind by their ears, like the low growl of a devil, and the next moment, their vision was completely enveloped by a white blade.
The flamethrower was the first to explode. This weapon was an absolute artifact in multi-target battles, such as those against Orks, capable of turning living beings into ash.
Kenmyo Isayama's swinging blade struck the flaming nozzle, leaving several white slash marks.
But the Battle Sister was unaware. She only reacted when Kenmyo Isayama was practically "hugging" her, and she tried to draw her own chainsword, intending to engage the Inquisitor in close combat.
With a clang, the long blade struck the power armor, sending sparks flying several meters high.
Kenmyo Isayama frowned; he had clearly aimed for the smooth arm.
But he felt resistance; indeed, what looked empty was actually protected by an invisible layer of armor. It was similar to optical camouflage. Kenmyo Isayama increased the psychic output in his hand, imbuing the chainsword with exceptionally strong penetration.
Thus, Kenmyo Isayama's chainsword blade sank into the arm. The Battle Sister was visibly stunned for a moment; her power armor had been blessed by the great God.
She was about to draw her chainsword for close-quarters combat with the Inquisitor, but Kenmyo Isayama was faster. He pulled out his Bolter with his left hand and fired several shots into the chest of the person in front of him.
Kenmyo Isayama's expression was also a little strange; he looked at the Sister's indignant face and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
This Sister was carrying a fuel tank, and a close-range explosion would be very dangerous. So, as Kenmyo Isayama fired, he pulled out his blade, and with a forceful kick from his waist, blue psychic energy gathered in his leg for a powerful side-kick.
Kenmyo Isayama had no thought of being gentle; he used such force that the Slaanesh power armor of the Fallen Sister immediately became covered in cracks, revealing the slender waist inside.
"Boom!"
The sudden burst of flames instantly engulfed the unfortunate Sister, whose chest Kenmyo Isayama had just pierced, causing the fuel tank to explode. The scorching fire illuminated the faces of the remaining four—no, three—individuals.
Because Kenmyo Isayama had used the impact of the explosion to cleanly chop off the beautiful head of another Fallen Sister with a single strike.
Now, the headless corpse, with blood profusely gushing from its severed neck, fell to the ground along with the head that had just landed.
Kenmyo Isayama displayed the superb skill of an Inquisitor of the Inquisition. He stomped on the rolling, unseeing head at his feet, crushing it, and his chainsword was steaming from the blood it had absorbed.
Kenmyo Isayama's face was covered in the blood of the Fallen Sisters; he wiped it away with his thumb.
The two Fallen Sisters whom Kenmyo Isayama had not yet managed to kill watched as their companions were dismembered, obliterated, and blown into pieces, and couldn't help but swallow hard.
"Why is it that we are the blessed ones, yet this Inquisitor seems to have been blessed by some even more powerful Chaos God?"