Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind.

Chapter 32 The Fallen Heart
Russell's logic is simple and unadorned, but practical:

Since the death of the orc will cause chaos to lose its balance, we should clean up chaos first, and then slaughter the greenskins.

His consciousness projected in the subspace is a void of nothingness, hanging in the sky higher than the highest sky, siphoning the sea water of the sea of ​​souls endlessly, and its image is somewhat similar to the return to the ruins in the myth, and its ability to draw and pull spiritual energy reminds Russell of the ether phase engine built by the human federation.

Simply put, it is a psionic water pump.

The continuous psionic siphon effect sucked away all the foul-smelling Nurgle pollution, and Bao, who was rooted in the flesh and blood of the orc warlord, was also purified. Although the body made of wooden roots looked scarred, there was no dirt on it.

Immediately afterwards, as long as the dying orc warlord sitting on the throne is killed, the orc war will be over.

So Russell raised the Huntress Blade.

"It must be fast."

There are still a large number of greenskins surviving on the surface of the battle moon and the orbital battlefield. Gray Wind is struggling to support the two battlefields. With the waaagh!!! energy blessing of the greenskins gathered together, the damage caused by chaos to the orc warlord will soon recover.

"It must be fast."

The Hive Fleet is drifting in the dark and rushing towards Faya, the shadow of the Hive Will is about to fall, and I must end the things here as soon as possible, freeing up my hands to deal with more urgent crises.

"Must be fast... must be fast..."

There seemed to be a voice whispering in Russell's ear, urging him to stab the deadly blade, and in a trance, it seemed that the flow of time had slowed down.

The Astartes monks scattered in the throne room watched this scene silently, and the Chapter Master Mirak was also silent. Everyone's eyes were focused on the long knife in Russell's hand, as if they were waiting for the final result.

The psychic mist covering Russell's facial features slowly squirmed, and no one saw him smiling under the mist.

The Huntress Blade in Russell's hand stabbed down suddenly, but instead of penetrating through the head of the orc warlord like its original trajectory, it cut horizontally into the gap between Bao and the orc warlord.

The blade wrapped around the psionic disintegration force field swiftly and neatly cut off the dense roots that had penetrated deeply into the body of the orc warlord.

Then, a huge repulsive force exploded centered on Russell's body, knocking Bao, whose roots had been cut off, far away from the Iron Throne. His limp body slumped on the ground, reminiscent of molluscs like octopuses or squids, but on the "belly" of this soft humanoid creature, there was a ferocious, evil, and strange human face.

This face has a big mouth full of fangs, showing an exaggerated simple and honest smile, laughing and uttering a question: "How did you find me?"

"I just want to ask how you survived..." Russell inserted the Huntress Blade in his hand on the Iron Throne, like a knife piercing into a cake: "You hide very deeply, and you haven't revealed any psychic fluctuations. If you were another psychic, you might be deceived by you, but I won't, because..."

Then, he said softly: "...Because strictly speaking, I am not a psyker."

Russell's reaction was flat, but other people present were not, especially the four think tanks in the commando, they knew better than anyone what this face growing on the abdomen meant.

"Bao has been possessed by a demon!"

Before the words were finished, more than a dozen bolt guns fired at the same time, and the raindrops of bombs poured towards the limp and weird figure, triggering a series of violent explosions, and the spiritual spells of the think tanks followed one after another.At the same time, the Sister of Silence was already holding her two-handed sword, and with the cover of the bomb volley and the think tank's spell, she rushed to the devil with extremely agility.

She raised her two-handed sword above her head, facing the exaggerated smiling face that was slightly simple and honest, her heart was not shaken, only the anger that was eager to vent ignited the blade in her hand, and slashed at the dirty demon with thunderous swiftness.

In the name of the Emperor...

This was an extremely powerful slash. Under the influence of the Silent Sister as an untouchable, even a demon would become weak due to the disconnection from the subspace, unable to resist and die tragically under the sword.

Amazing reaction speed, impeccable tactical choice, perfect tacit cooperation, and fearless will to fight.

Russell learned the fighting qualities of the Emperor's Claw and the Angel of Death today.

It's a pity that not all powerful enemies can be solved by combat literacy.

The psychic mist on Russell's face squirmed slightly, like an outsider, watching the end of this female warrior loyal to the emperor with cold eyes.

However, in fact, it's not that he doesn't want to make a move, but that he can't.

Because the real enemy Russell had to face was not Bao, but Nurgle himself.

Driven by anger, the blade of the sword sank deeply into that ferocious and strange human face, and the hard steel cut through the soft biological tissue with incomparable smoothness.

But the face that was cut open was still smiling, baring its teeth and letting out a turbid laugh:
"Father loves me, your anger burns in vain, but you can only ignite yourself; your struggle is meaningless, and you are constantly losing while you are alive, because father loves me... father loves me..."

The huge mouth full of fangs laughed and opened and closed continuously, and the blasphemous mantra floated out of the mouth along with the foul-smelling poisonous mist. The Throne Hall, which had just been decomposed and purified by the "void", fell into the influence of the subspace again in a very short period of time, and the muddy mucus fell to the ground.

A sticky long tongue protruded from the slit in Bao's abdomen, wrapped around the sword like a python, and climbed up the nun's wrist along the blade. The stench of saliva corroded the golden armor covering the arm to a dull color.

At this moment, it was too late to let go, abandon the sword and retreat.

The devil's long tongue entangled the nun's arm and climbed all the way up. The tip of the tongue invaded through the weak armor of the limb joints, penetrated her chest cavity, and then protruded from the back, flexibly strangled her neck, removed the helmet, and lifted the unprotected skull.

Immediately, fresh and sweet blood soaked the base of the devil's tongue.

"Why... why..." The silent nun's eyes were full of shock, and she swallowed the last sentence in her life with hatred, which was also the first sentence.

Bao was thirsty for the blood of the untouchable, and his root-like limbs were filled with abundant subspace energy. It quickly became bloated and bulky, and it staggered up from the ground. The face on the head and the face on the belly laughed together, as if provocative:
"Father loves me..."

But at the same time it stretched out its long tongue to kill the Sister of Silence, the four think tanks took out their daggers without hesitation, and the short blade blessed with spiritual power pierced through the ceramic steel armor and went straight into the chest cavity, smashing their own hearts cleanly.

The viscous blood of Astartes slowly slid down the dagger, and the broken heart flowed out of the chest cavity along with the blood due to this bloody ritual, staining the black power armor of the Repenting Fire Chapter with a violent bright red, around the bodies of the four Librarians, the bloodthirsty bloodthirsty aura of scarlet swayed like water waves.

At the cost of sacrificing a heart, they cast a forbidden warp spell called "Fallen Heart" to demand tyrannical power from the evil god.

The four blood-soaked think tanks closed the copy of the "Emperor's Holy Word" with golden skulls, and turned to pick up the big sword and power hammer. They transformed from calm and wise scholars into brutal and savage monsters, roaring and rushing towards Bao who was possessed by demons.

(End of this chapter)