The Emperor’s Angel of Death

The moment Corax's figure appeared, the Wolf King charged forward without hesitation. In the blink of an eye, he was before the Lord of Ravens, his spear aimed straight at his brother's chest.

In that instant, Corax's body transformed into a cloud of billions of ravens, their cries drowning out all other sounds. Claws and beaks unleashed a storm of death.

The roaring Lord of Wolves also transformed back into a massive black and white wolf, thrashing his head wildly, the spear clenched in his jaws, trying to swat away the ravens.

The vast and boundless power of the warp converged on the two warring brothers, creating shockwaves that made it impossible to stand. Even the feral and barely sentient Wulfen whimpered and cowered like frightened pups, and the entire Blackstone Fortress trembled and shook. Had its structure not been so impossibly strong, it would have surely collapsed under such terrifying force.

Jain Zar leaned on her spear, her body still shaking uncontrollably. Most of the cracks in her armor had already sealed themselves, but she paid no attention to her injuries, her eyes fixed on the earth-shattering battle not far away.

It was like a recreation of the War in Heaven (Eldar myth version), a true clash of gods, far more awe-inspiring than the battle between Jaghatai Khan and Mortarion she had witnessed earlier.

"So, this is the truth of the Primarchs."

"You didn't think the Imperium of Man became the new galactic superpower in just a few hundred years because of those Astartes, did you?"

Morghana said softly, then looked at Drazhar.

"I didn't think you would come."

"Why not?"

The Nightmare Lord's helmet emitted a rasping sound like drifting ash.

"The Man-Emperor always thinks he's meticulous, but his plans are always changed by the accidents caused by his arrogance. This time, I don't mind being that accident, seeing these monsters, and knowing how far he went back then."

"It seems you know Him well? I don't remember you mentioning it."

"Heh-"

Drazhar only gave a dry laugh, not answering, but changing the subject.

"We shouldn't interfere in this, and don't let the surrounding warriors interfere either. Corax is just here to stop Leman Russ. We can't anger two Primarchs at the same time."

"What are you saying! This is a disgrace!"

Jain Zar said through gritted teeth:

"That's a madman who tried to assassinate the Eternal Queen, and you're telling us not to interfere? What face do we have left to call ourselves guardians of the Aeldari?"

"When strength is lacking, one must learn to endure."

Drazhar said slowly, his helmet turning slightly, looking at Veronica in the gunboat who also looked surprised.

"At least we have hope."

At this moment, a loud noise accompanied by thunder and wind swept around, and the giant wolf and raven flocks disappeared.

Then snow and fire converged, and Leman Russ transformed back into the armored barbarian king. He strode forward, raising his spear to strike, but he couldn't hit Corax, who was as swift as a shadow.

In response, Corax's giant claw swept over, leaving shallow scratches on Leman Russ's armor, clearly not intending to really hurt his brother.

But his concession did not earn Leman Russ's understanding. The Wolf King continued to swing his spear, forcing Corax step by step towards Veronica, then feinted a strike, and after the other side dodged, he jumped directly across the hundred-meter distance back to the gunboat.

"Protect Her Majesty!"

At this time, the gunboat was already full of armored handmaidens. When the huge Primarch appeared, some were directly blown away, while others raised their spears to stab him.

Leman Russ just waved his spear impatiently, sweeping them off the gunboat like garbage. At the same time, a powerful psychic attack rushed straight at his face.

The Wolf King just punched out, and after a dazzling explosion, Veronica's long-prepared attack vanished.

The violent explosion almost split the gunboat in two, and the remaining handmaidens were also pushed away by the force, leaving Veronica to face the mad Wolf King.

The Eternal Queen still didn't leave, her expression was very firm, like a true goddess, a god who dared to fight against the forces of darkness with all her strength, rather than some distant and abstract force.

"Leman Russ, do you know what you're doing?"

When Veronica spoke again, her almond eyes were wide open, and the psychic light echoing in them made her eyes look like two bottomless, sparkling autumn pools.

"Of course, I fully understand the impact of my actions."

"Since you are aware of the consequences, do you still think it's worth it?"

"Shouldn't I think so?"

Leman Russ thrust his spear at the Eternal Queen again.

"We can't lose him!"

But the incoming claws forced Leman Russ to turn around and swing his spear, and then the sound of metal collisions continued. The Wolf King seemed to be really angered, and kept stabbing at Corax.

The Lord of Ravens dodged silently, then suddenly grabbed the flagpole on the side of the gunboat and threw it hard, hitting the ground next to Morghana, who had raised her weapon and was preparing to take a cold shot. The flagpole was directly inserted into the ground, and the meaning of the threat was obvious. Drazhar immediately held down the shoulder of the Black Reaper Phoenix Lord, signaling the other party not to attack, and he also held down Jain Zar's shoulder.

"I said, this is their business, don't interfere."

Leman Russ swung his spear continuously but couldn't hit. He suddenly turned and rushed towards Veronica, but Corax appeared directly behind him, his claws locking his armpits, and he leaped upwards. But Russ also twisted his body violently, and the two of them crashed heavily to the ground like falling stars.

"Corax, what are you doing!"

Rolling over and standing up immediately, Leman Russ glared at his brother fiercely. Corax just shook his head gently and whispered:

"Not letting you do something you'll regret."

"You don't know anything! You're just being manipulated by others!"

"Those words have no persuasiveness coming from your mouth."

Leman Russ glanced at Veronica, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then suddenly retreated.

Corax seemed to have guessed what he was going to do, and suddenly raised his left hand.

With a wolf howl, Leman Russ threw the spear violently. Almost at the same time, Corax disappeared in place, turning into a shadow moving fast on the ground. When he reappeared, he was already standing to the right front of Veronica, his left hand firmly grasping the flying spear.

"What!"

Russ's eyes widened. He was sure that this shot would hit, but when he saw what was covered by the slipping cloth, he immediately hissed:

"You went to see Him."

In Veronica's exclamation, all she saw was Corax's left hand, which was now covered by a huge golden claw. It carried a dazzling psychic light that was impossible to look at directly, and the sharp hook-shaped claw blades were firmly holding the trembling spear, and the tip of the spear was only a few inches away from Veronica.