The Legendary Emperor's Chosen in the Punishment Camp

"Our punishment camp is awesome. Everyone in it is talented and well-spoken. There are swordsmen who like to borrow things, language master Ogryn, dwarves who don't hold grudges, self-destruction wizards, strong men who fell from the sky, honest farmers, and white-haired nuns with steel and iron bones." As Wood Sanchez spoke, he blocked the bullet hole in his head with his fingers to prevent brain matter from flowing out. Under the horrified gazes of the cultists, his wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, while a vicious smile appeared on his lips. "It's a pity that we are full." When the recalcitrant cultist trembled with fear, he turned his head and whispered to his companions. "Come, let us throw a little ashes into the eyes of these heretics." ... Two thousand years ago, a race that called itself "human" tore apart the darkness of this world with a torrent of steel and flesh. They erected a banner called "Imperial Truth" on countless alien corpses. From then on, wherever they went, they became the territory of the empire. Two thousand years later, the stars have changed. The Inquisition, the Adjudication Chamber, the Society of Walkers, the Flesh Royal Court, the Imperial State Church, the Orang Rot Church... Intrigue and betrayal are spreading like an epidemic, and the shadow of chaos has already seeped into every crack in the throne room. In the darkness, the aliens are restless again, waiting for the decaying empire to reveal its throat. But after today, the corruption of the world will turn to dust, the torch of truth will burn away the violence, the kneeling knees will crush the shackles of desire, and the deceitful tongue will grow barbs of thorns. Because today, an Emperor's Chosen came to the Inquisition.