"What are you doing!" The Battle Group Leader swung his sword to slice through the attacking pink fear demon, the servo system of his power armor shrieking under overload. Gu Jing's spiritual energy shield blew three Nagor followers into pus, shouting fiercely, "Can't you see the golden matrix of the static field is collapsing?"
As if confirming his words, the entire Divine Successor Hall suddenly plunged into eerie silence. Rippling waves appeared on the surface of the static field, and the fatal wound on Robert Kiliman's chest oozed liquid gold light. The psionic scriptures in Terriot's hands abruptly flipped to a forbidden chapter, the Emperor's aphorisms on the pages began to burn.
"This is... the Emperor's will!" The Intelligence Director's spiritual energy flame in his pupils suddenly surged. He swung his magic wand, pinning the Slaanesh lust demon attempting to ambush to the mural, depicting the Primarch battling Motarian on the Kaos Star.
