The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Ugh!"

Just as Veronica was focused on dealing with the wolf spirits summoned by Leman Russ, a soft groan drew her attention.

She looked over and found that Jain Zar had actually been knocked back.

The Phoenix Lord was kneeling on the ground in a disheveled state, supporting himself with his spear, a very dangerous wound running from his chest to his waist, blood gushing out.

Veronica immediately diverted some of her energy towards the Phoenix Lord.

The wound healed quickly, but Veronica knew that Jain Zar couldn't hold back this mad wolf on his own.

Just as she was distracted, the two-headed giant wolf broke free from its restraints and pounced on Morgaine, who could only dodge and counterattack.

At this point, Leman Russ was less than five hundred meters away from Veronica.

"Your Majesty, please leave first."

Doral quickly advised, but Veronica shook her head.

"If I leave, things will really get out of control.

We must defeat him here, overcome him."

While everyone was focused on the battle, the ripples in the webway arch were getting stronger and stronger.

Veronica noticed this, a sign that something was about to appear.

After Jain Zar stood up, he fought with Leman Russ again, while Morgaine kept shooting the two-headed giant wolf with the weapons in her hands, but as a warp creature, it was not so easy to kill.

"I don't have time to play hide-and-seek with you!"

Russ gradually became a little irritable.

After he knocked Jain Zar back again, he ignored the instinctive stab of the other party's spear, and the blade went straight for the other party's head, adopting a style of exchanging injuries for death.

But a certain threat made him interrupt this strategy and suddenly turn around and swing his sword.

Amidst the sparks, he saw a pair of smoldering eyes shrouded in shadowy armor, and two huge cleavers.

"Drazhar!"

Jain Zar exclaimed the name of the person who came, it was the Master of Blades of Commorragh.

When the other party appeared from the webway arch, even the Eldar present did not notice, only Veronica saw it.

Leman Russ was not familiar with the Dark Eldar, but he immediately judged that this guy was a tough one, and might even be the strongest Eldar on the scene, and immediately put away his contempt.

The moment the weapons separated, the silent Drazhar clung to Leman Russ like a shadow.

The two sides fought fiercely dozens of times in a few seconds, and the collision of weapons was like thunder and lightning.

Jain Zar was not idle either, and seized the opportunity to launch continuous spear thrusts.

Leman Russ, who was still comfortable at first, finally showed some flaws under the attack of the two.

His left shoulder was pierced by Jain Zar's spear, but he still chose to use his sword to swing away Drazhar's double blades that were approaching his neck first.

"I didn't expect Drazhar to come too."

Seeing Drazhar's appearance, Doral was no longer as nervous as before, but began to think.

"Did he come on his own? Or did someone notify him? Or is it Vect's trick?"

"Can he defeat Leman Russ?"

Veronica was more concerned about the immediate problem.

"With him taking the lead, and cooperating with Lord Jain Zar, he can at least not be defeated, as long as Morgaine, the Warlock-Captain, can free up her hands—"

Doral paused for a moment, then whispered:

"With the power of the artifact in his hand, he may be able to kill this beast, or at least be able to banish him to the Realm of Souls."

"This..."

Veronica hesitated, she looked around, the wolves were still fighting with the Eldar, both sides were bleeding and falling, hatred may have been forged here.

If the Wolf King falls here—

What would the other Primarchs, who may also exist, think?

What would Jaghatai Khan think?

And that mysterious Harlequin...

And Soshian...

Doral seemed to see through Veronica's thoughts and whispered:

"Your Majesty, Leman Russ is showing extreme stubbornness.

It is very difficult to make him back down, let alone capture him alive.

The only way is to believe that he will not die so easily."

Veronica was silent for a moment, then nodded, and accumulated power in her left hand, ready to use her psychic powers to save the other party's life at any time.

As for those wolves, they can only bleed for this reckless act.

At this time, war hosts were constantly rushing to support from all directions, and the war hosts of Iyanden were also among them.

"Follow me!"

Their target was a group of rampaging Wulfen, who were trying to approach the Eternal Queen's carriage from the right, and a group of Storm Guardians were fighting them, shields were constantly torn open, and flesh was torn apart, but also constantly hairy huge bodies struggled and fell.

Iyanden squinted his eyes and looked at those crazy beasts, picking out the first guy to die.

The moment he raised his hand, the reaper's muzzle burst into a flash of light, hitting the Wulfen's neck, and cutting off the tree-trunk-like neck in one fell swoop.

Although its body was still swaying, its head had already spun out.

At this time, Byleth also tore off an arm from another Wulfen, and a large piece of flesh separated from the torso.

In pain, the Wulfen shook his head violently, throwing the broken helmet he was biting in his mouth aside.

At this time, you could see the heart of this barbaric thing, it was still beating in the pile of minced meat.

When it let out a challenging roar, a spear pierced it.

At this moment, a Wulfen wearing half a helmet and yellowed bone arm guards roared and pounced on Iyanden.

The beast's saliva splashed everywhere when it roared, and it tried to grab the Warhost with its bow arm.

Iyanden easily avoided this attack—as easily as picking a candy from a tray.

Compared to these beasts, he was simply the embodiment of speed and elegance.

He didn't even use ranged attacks, but only used the gun blade to slash and swing continuously, causing the Wulfen to lose his balance, and a pulse laser from a comrade gave this barbaric thing a bone-crushing blow.

The beast's remains then fell to the ground, completely dead.

At this time, as the battle continued, the shortcomings of the war host also began to appear, that is, it was difficult to maintain formation once the killing began.

Byleth once again let anger control herself, and Iyanden took a while to find her again.

She was trapped in the middle of two giant Wulfen, their fur-covered bodies bulged with muscles filled with fanatical vitality, and their attacks were as if the God of Destruction had given them fury.

Byleth kicked one of the enemies, and the barbs on the combat boots tore open the flesh of the Wulfen's lower jaw, but it didn't seem to feel any pain at all, and waved its claws at the Banshee's thigh.

Although Byleth pulled away in time, her thigh, which did not have much armor, was still scratched with three wounds.

Although the wounds were not deep, they were still bleeding.

Then her mask screamed sharply, and the stored energy surged through the air into the Wulfen's brain.

The beast twitched, making a gurgling sound in its throat, and blood poured out of its ears and nose.

With this plan, Iyanden pulled the trigger, and the reaper spewed out a deadly torrent, instantly engulfing the Wulfen, and you could even see the skeleton flashing in the charred flesh outline.

The beast's remains then fell to the ground, completely dead.

At this time, Byleth was already entangled with the second Wulfen.

Due to the leg injury affecting her speed, she did not dodge in time, and her back was lightly "scratched" by the claws.

This blow caused Byleth to lose her balance, and the slippery blood caused her to fall to the ground.