The Emperor’s Angel of Death

The Red Corsair leader withdrew his gaze from the fallen guards and immediately heard the continuing screams. He saw the giant's strange weapon pierce a Hellbrute as if the flesh and metal were nothing more than parchment.

The Hellbrute emitted a frantic howl, but its once-unmatched power was useless. The giant tore apart its power whip, which had claimed many lives, with his bare hands, ripped off its power claw, and then kicked the Hellbrute's front, causing it to cave in deeply. This time, it made no sound.

But the slaughter continued. The terrifying giant smashed the Hellbrute's power claw directly into the body of a Red Corsair soldier, while their bolters couldn't penetrate his heavy armor and were even deflected by the protective field.

The long-handled weapon pierced out again, penetrating another helmet.

At this moment, several Khorne Berzerkers launched a suicidal charge, attempting to surround him from several directions the moment his weapon was stuck in a corpse, hoping to inflict at least a little damage.

The next second, the massive Firescythe swept out in an arc, and the remains of the Khorne Berzerkers flew in all directions like bowling pins.

Who could imagine such power that could send Space Marines flying like toys?

It continued to create carnage, unstoppable, killing more than twenty people in just a few seconds. This guy was deadly to anyone, even engines.

Even worse, the sight of it filled them with dread, and their battle enthusiasm plummeted.

"Boss, we can't hold on! The brothers can't take it anymore!"

A warband member retreated to his side, firing wildly into the smoke as he shouted:

"We need to get—"

Before he could finish speaking, two plasma shots struck his helmet and chest in quick succession, splattering hot blood all around.

The leader looked around, the silver-gray figure was already pressing in, and the battlefield was a complete rout. He decisively roared:

"Retreat! Forget about these machines! Retreat now!"

With a rustling sound, most of the surviving Red Corsair Space Marines quickly withdrew from the battle, leaving the crazed Daemon Engines to face the wrath of the Imperium. But they didn't last long before they were all destroyed.

Dropping the head of an Obliterator, Sotha entered the breached hatch, and a wide passage appeared before him.

At this moment, his keen senses detected subtle movements overhead. Clearly, Talos and his men were also engaged with the enemy, but with the equipment and firepower of the Eleventh Company, it shouldn't be a problem.

"Damn, so many Daemon Engines, where did they all come from?"

Wearing a Contemptor Terminator suit, Le Lin asked as he mercilessly slammed headfirst into the outermost member of the Red Corsair formation.

Instantly, blood splattered, the blood appearing particularly dark under the bright light, spraying onto his armor.

"This derelict ship is indeed strange."

Sablath nodded in response and slammed his chain glaive into a Red Corsair trying to intercept him. The howling teeth cut straight through the power armor, directly into the opponent's collarbone and chest cavity.

Then, the Night Lord used the Terminator's strength to lift the opponent up, the enormous impact tearing the guy in half in mid-air.

"Sablath, take some men and deal with that sorcerer."

Hearing Talos's command, Sablath immediately turned towards another enemy, a Chaos Sorcerer, wielding a long staff made of an eye and a daemon skull flickering with magical power. Some Red Corsairs gathered around him, struggling to form a formation amidst the intense close combat.

The Contemptor Terminator squad launched an avalanche-like, unstoppable charge, chainfists and power claws tearing down all the Red Corsairs in their path. The sorcerer was still trying to cast spells, but due to the interference from the Grey Seer's warp dust beneath the floor, casting a fireball was as difficult as constipation. As a result, Sablath tore the sorcerer's cheek with his power claw first, while Le Lin removed the opponent's arm, the staff crashing to the ground, and the weak magical energy within was immediately extinguished.

However, after they defeated the enemies in front of them and hadn't gone far, more Red Corsair servants, twisted daemons, Chaos Space Marines, and Daemon Engines poured out from the huge, broken archway that seemed to be the engine outlet of a ship's stern. So many enemies were not only targeting the Eleventh Company, their real purpose was to use the vertical shafts above and below to raid the Star Phantoms main force advancing on the lower decks.

And the most conspicuous of them was a towering Daemon Engine, a very rare model among the many Daemon Engines.

It was as tall as an Imperial Knight, but its appearance was a standard humanoid torso, with a Chaos symbol made of skulls behind its knight-like helmet. Its upper body was similar to a Skullreaper, while its lower body consisted of slender legs with reverse joints that could rotate 360°. Its left arm was equipped with a hellgatling cannon, and its right hand held a huge black mace.

Kasati, holding a sword, immediately recognized this thing and whispered:

"It's a Kytan Daemon Engine."

These Daemon Engines originate from the most terrifying forge worlds in the Eye of Terror. Vile and cruel warp smiths and members of the Dark Mechanicum dedicate this weapon to the supreme master of blood and battle. Their desire for battle rarely diminishes, and once they are deployed, they will continue to kill enemies until only soldiers fill the trenches, bones cover the fields, and blood flows into rivers, because a powerful Khorne daemon is often bound within. Therefore, this engine is also commonly found in Khorne daemon armies.

But this one in front of him was slightly different. It didn't have the Khorne symbol, and its appearance was a mixture of black and scarlet.

However, the powerful force it exuded was enough to tell everyone that even if it didn't belong to the Blood God, it wasn't weak, and might even be stronger and more cunning.

"Soul Hunter Talos."

But to Talos's surprise, the opponent didn't attack immediately, but instead spoke his name.

"You stole a debt from my master, so here is a deal. If you return it, my master will abandon Huron."

Talos stared at the opponent through his helmet for a few seconds, then took out the cubic cage.

"Are you talking about this? I guessed before that Vashtorr the Arkifane's master was likely funding Huron, or rather, he was sent to the Maelstrom under orders. I guess that person also helped him ascend to daemonhood? In exchange, he mortgaged half of his soul. This reminds me of a place Van Drecht mentioned in the past—"

The daemon hesitated, its fiery red eyes beginning to change color.

"The Soul Forge, right? Vashtorr the Arkifane, the remaining half of your soul is bound in this iron shell. Don't be surprised, and don't deny it. I can smell your stupid scent from half a galaxy away. It's a pity your master isn't very discerning, choosing someone who isn't very bright. But it's no wonder, who with any brains would sign such a contract?"