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boom! Bang bang bang!
The bloody, steaming clots crashed against the bone-white copper and iron walls, then quickly faded under the shroud of white mist, turning into a dull blackish-brown.
Vox pulled his gaze back, and sure enough, he saw Lucius, who was almost furious, lashing out with his whip at Vox's helmetless face!
They probably don't know why Vox wasn't wearing a helmet, Vox thought.
He crouched down and swept the sickle across, severing both Edoron and Lucius's calves in the middle simultaneously. Without hesitation, Vox stood up and brought the sickle down, splattering Lucius's face with gore.
Vox wanted them to see clearly that killing them was as effortless as approving an official document.
Then Vox turned around and shot Edoron, who was trying to crawl away, dead in one shot.
Before he could even turn around, he knew Lucius had gotten up again, because Lucius's ghostly screams rang out once more—
This was happening at an astonishing speed, and Vox was now quite certain that Slaanesh was somewhere in this vast ocean.
This was faster than Nurgle resurrecting Nurgle spirits in the garden. Vox frowned; he seemed to realize what Slaanesh was up to.
Seize Aisha while Mortarion and Hades are completely unable to feel the Endurance.
Vox turned his head, and Lucius's whip grazed his cheek, leaving a few bloody marks.
? !
Lucius's power has increased!
Vox suddenly turned around.
clang!
The long scythe blocked Lucius's sword, and the force transmitted from the scythe was significantly greater. Vox felt that the Slaanesh's blessing on Lucius was increasing!
This is bad—Vox glanced at Fabius in the distance, who had been trying to summon—he hoped it wasn't Slaanesh directly, that would be absurd.
But in fact, the concentration of Sinensis in this space was rapidly increasing, and the dark walls of the Endurance were tinged with a faint pinkish-purple.
With a glance from Vox, the company commander beside him, who was clearing away the noise from the other soldiers, immediately gave a signal.
In squads, three Death Guards gather on their own, spikes protruding from the battle line, shield guards at the head, and scythes extending from behind the shield wall, and the battle line begins to move forward.
Their targets were all Fabius's altar.
—Clang! Clang clang clang clang!!
Vox brandished his scythe, drawing his attention away from Lucius's sword, no longer allowing it to strike him.
Lucius's attacks were getting faster and faster!
Slaanesh's chosen one's face was already showing an extremely angry expression, but he found that no matter how he attacked, the seemingly slow-moving Vox was always able to parry his sword!
how so! !
A beautiful spinning scythe strike! Vox used the momentum to his side and kicked backward, sending the sneak-attacking Aidoron flying.
boom! boom! boom! boom!
Aidoron flew straight out! He crashed into countless Slaanesh demons in the road, and almost collapsed at Fabius's feet in the distance.
Vox turned back to deal with Lucius's entanglement.
Fabius took a deep breath and saw Lucius almost completely submerged in a sea of white bones, and Edoron at his feet.
He was certain they had died at least dozens of times, but each time Slaanesh's blessing would make them rise again.
Their only advantage right now is that the Death Guard's "master" is not here yet, and there are very few psykers within the Death Guard, while Slaanesh is in this warp—Bayer has also brought enough psykers.
but--
Fabius looked up at the Death Guards slowly moving toward him, and he almost broke out in a sweat. These unresponsive guys were practically dead.
He saw the clamoring Seeker and its Slaanesh horse crash into the Death Guard's shield wall, splattered with lust and blood, and then he saw the screaming Slaanesh being blown in the head by a single scythe from the Death Guard.
Those well-known keepers, after happily reaping a few kills, would immediately be surrounded by the Death Guard squad and hunted down.
Fabius wiped the sweat from his brow; he knew his army's condition all too well.
Once the battle drags on and the effects of the drug wear off, these high-spirited lunatics will soon be routed!
But now, Fabius frowned as he looked at the lustful runes on the altar. Slaanesh wanted him to approach Aisha's cage! Only then could He truly reveal Himself!
Near Elsa's cage?
Fabius turned around and saw that the Death Guard's front line had advanced quite a bit.
"..."
As if sensing his despair, Edoron at Bayer's feet suddenly roared, unleashing a deafening sonic attack. Edoron thrashed about wildly, spewing out pinkish-white foam.
Foam splashed onto the altar, and the altar beside them began to glow.
A slender and graceful figure slowly stood up, shimmering with iridescent light on its scales, revealing elegant long spikes. The concept that was devoured by Hades ten thousand years ago has reappeared after ten thousand years of sedimentation and accumulation!
Shalashi the Demon!
No—this is not exactly the same as the demonic calamity that completely perished ten thousand years ago. Slaanesh has reshaped Him, no longer a great demon targeting Eldar. Now, every inch of His skin and every muscle is forged specifically for the Death Guard!
However, this was not the end. Beside Slaanesh's most favored son were Amnak, the King of Armies; Zalakneel, the Angel of Despair; and the newly ascended Manushya...
One by one, blasphemous figures emerged from a hazy, alluring purple expanse.
With a casual flick of the spikes, the six noise warriors who were frantically shouting for the queen instantly fell beneath the demonic calamity.
Follow my beat.
"Demon Calamity," she said coquettishly, glancing at Fabius before her tone turned cold.
+If you don't hurry up and delve deeper, your time is running out. +
Hades and Death may return at any time.
Before Fabius could react, the Demon Catastrophe danced away nimbly. It was Slaanesh's darling, Slaanesh's masterpiece since that night. With a flick of the spear, blood splattered six steps away.
At the same time, the other Great Guardians also began their slaughter, wielding pincers and whips, their purple scales splattered with blood.
Inspired by the Keeper of the Secret, the Noise Warriors began to roar. Slaanesh neighed and followed the Great Keeper of the Secret into the enemy ranks. In an instant, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and purple light dispersed the white mist!
Not good!
Vox kicked away Lucius, who was trying to entangle him again.
"defense!"
Two-Face roared, and at the same time, golden sparks ignited from the clash of swords. Vox exerted force with both hands, and the spear tip, which was about to touch his nose, was deflected.
The demonic calamity is happening too fast!
Vox could only protect his vital parts, constantly withstanding Lucius's attacks—
The Demon was clearly in a playful mood, launching attacks on Vox from time to time as if to provoke him, occasionally jumping away to create distance, and trying to harvest other Death Guards with its long whip.
"Where did your arrogance go?!"
Lucius shouted, his eyes almost entirely covered in a hazy white-purple, his attacks growing ever more ferocious! With Slaanesh's chosen ones coordinating their attacks with Sharasi's, Vox was temporarily at a disadvantage.
You look great, my baby!
The demonic scourge laughed wildly; now it was their domain. It coiled its whip around Vox and tossed the Death Guard high into the air, but Vox did not lose his balance.
boom!
He crashed heavily to the ground.
+Shh——+
The demonic disaster said,
+Did you see the joyful mistress's blessing upon this place? —Your master could not bestow a complete blessing upon you —but I admire your perseverance, little one, you should come to this land of joy. +
Vox stood up calmly. He wasn't good with words, and he had nothing to say to these scoundrels.
"Perhaps you should use your eyes more correctly."
Vox said he tore off the bandages and tied the sickle to his wrist.
"The army before you now has killed many great impures,"
Vox said he saw the Demon Scourge look around somewhat angrily—although the Keepers still seemed to have the upper hand, their speed had slowed down—
This is the most crucial point: the Slaanesh army prefers agility, but their prized speed has been slowed down by the Death Guard.
The Death Guards, who had initially fought alongside the Noise Warriors and other Slaanesh factions, began to regroup, forming basic units of seven, and focused their attacks on the Great Keepers.
Once one falls, the Death Guard, who is fighting other Slaanesh forces nearby, immediately takes their place.
In a fit of anger and shock, the Demon Catastrophe saw a deep wound cleaved into the left hoof of the newcomer Manushia. Manushia staggered and fell to the ground, and instantly three Death Guardians attacked the Great Guardian's vitals simultaneously!
"We'll kill those who keep secrets too."
Vox stammered, then dodged Lucius's sword, which grazed his neck.
A sonic boom, like an explosion, roared out!
The demon shrieked in annoyance, then thrust its spear at Vox again. Because of Lucius's interference, Vox had to take the hit.
"cough!"
Vox coughed, looking at the demonic calamity. His free hand gripped the spear piercing his chest, and white ash began to fall from his palm.
The demon immediately withdrew its spear, causing Vox to stumble. Lucius immediately swung his sword again, but Vox blocked the attack with his shoulder armor.
The demon looked at its spear, which was covered in ash, with some shock; the part that Vox was holding looked corroded.
Vox took a deep breath. He wasn't a psionicist—and there weren't many psionic intelligence within the Death Guard either. It was a huge mistake.
However, in reality, on the extremely intense psionic battlefield, a think tank with slightly weaker capabilities becomes an extremely unstable bomb.
The Demon Lord temporarily abandoned Vox, as the Great Demon went to support his other companions. Through Vox's slightly blurred vision, he saw the Demon Lord tear a path for Edoron and Fabius.
No—no!
Vox wanted to chase after him, but Lucius blocked him again with a sinister grin. Slaanesh almost tore off a piece of his own flesh and gave it to his chosen one. In just over ten minutes, Vox could feel that Lucius's strength had increased more than three times!
Some of the Death Guards gave chase, but they were inherently slower than the Noise Warriors who were under the influence of drugs. Meanwhile, the Great Keepers of Secrets, rescued by the Demonic Calamity, temporarily banded together.
Instead of frolicking freely in the enemy's ranks.
They looked much more disheveled, but this made the Death Guard's attack much more difficult.
The demonic calamity turned around again and charged towards Vox.
"Is this what a veteran of a thousand years is like—the former commander of the Death Guard is really like—"
Lucius laughed wildly as he brandished his sword, attacking Vox along with the demonic calamity.
"Who was it that said they were going to take on two of them?!"
Vox was certain he was somewhat annoyed, but the combined strength of the Chief Demon and the chosen ones was too high, forcing him to take a passive approach.
No, but Vox wasn't worried about this side—the battlefield here could be dragged out until Death returned, but over there—
Over there! In the direction Aidoron and Fabius left! Vox saw that Amunak, the King of Armies, had followed them!
The younger generation is still struggling to deal with them!
Vox was thinking, but in that moment of distraction, Lucius laughed and wrapped the flesh rope around his neck—
not good!
Vox tried to salvage the situation, but Lucius's expression already said he would treasure his head.
"Die—"
Lucius's voice abruptly ceased, disappearing into the blood mist.
"It seems you are a very good prophet,"
Karas Typhon emerged from the corridor behind the Death Guard with a deathly expression. He wasn't in his Dreadnought form; he was wearing MK3 armor and carrying a long scythe far larger than his own body.
On the white helmet, the slowly dissipating frost still clung to the blades of grass from Barbarus, suggesting that Karas had just come down from Barbarus's training grounds and had also experienced an emergency psionic teleportation.
Vox's whip slid slowly down his neck, and Lucius's headless corpse fell to the ground, while another enraged Lucius rose again from the nearby pile of corpses.
"After all, you accurately predicted your own death, Commander, the famous son of the Emperor, the outstanding swordsman, the beloved son of Primarch Fugen, Lucius the Undying, I have to admire you the most."
Karas deftly drew the mistletoe; the bandages binding his scythe unfurled, revealing a psychic glow, and ash and white mist erupted simultaneously.
Karas continued speaking unhurriedly as he walked towards the front lines, each step accompanied by the blown heads of seven Slaanesh soldiers.