The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Luvia Greeta, who could briefly foresee the opponent's actions, did not anticipate the Priestess's move. In fact, her power had been weakened to less than 20% in the evil environment, so she even froze for a second when the other party turned her head.

The next second, the Priestess let out a piercing shriek.

At the same time, all the Slaaneshi Daemonettes joined the chorus.

Instantly, excruciating pain enveloped Luvia Greeta. Her skin felt like it was being corroded by acid, and it felt as if countless rats were trying to burst out of her body. She fell directly onto the blood-soaked ground, gasping for breath, her limbs twisting violently, her mouth clamped shut so tightly that her teeth were about to break, and blood gushed from her nose and mouth.

This was the power that made it difficult for all Aeldari to resist.

Not only her, but many Aeldari on the battlefield were struck down by this single, trembling tone. A chorus of pain floated from the Warp, and thoughts of torment and suffering filled the unprepared minds of the Wild Eldar. The battle cries of the Slaanesh followers merged with the terrifying screams from the Warp gate, making it even more powerful.

In a painful haze, she saw the Priestess approaching. She looked down at her as if she were looking at an insect under her feet.

"Ah, let me think, or perhaps showing your desecrated flesh to your people before the sacrifice would be a good game."

Luvia Greeta tried to curse the Slaanesh worshiper, but could only let out a groan.

The Priestess poked her body with the scepter, then showed a lewd smile, squatted down, and took out a ritual dagger.

"Don't move, okay? I don't want to damage your intact skin."

With that, her sharp dagger started from the neckline and slowly cut open her robe from top to bottom without damaging Luvia Greeta's skin.

Thinking of the humiliation to come, Luvia Greeta closed her eyes.

However, a melodious piece of music echoed in the sky above the battlefield, accompanied by laughter. The Priestess's face changed drastically, she stood up abruptly and screamed, her face twisting even more like a demon.

A whistling gust of air swept past, and black bullets burst out of the throats of the Slaanesh slaves, while the Slaanesh Daemonettes swayed, and shining bullets hit them.

The Priestess quickly dodged to the side, using the corpse of a dead slave to block the sudden storm.

In an instant, the Harlequin wearing a mocking mask had drawn his twin blades, dodging the black flames thrown at him by the witch, while slashing at the opponent's neck with his blades at an extremely fast speed.

But his sure-kill strike was blocked by the Slaanesh Daemonettes. Amidst giggles, the more agile Daemonettes parried the twin blades, forcing the Harlequin to do a backflip to disengage from the battle, while the Priestess's face not far away was distorted with anger.

However, what made her even more angry was yet to come—

For a brief moment, time on the battlefield seemed to freeze, and then the magnificent Webway Gate began to flash, and a surge of vast Warp energy erupted and rushed out of the gate, washing over everyone on the battlefield, like washing over the rocks on the coast, covering every soul, bringing a definite signal.

"Reinforcements are here!!!"

All the citizens of the Lynnae Kingdom were excited and let out joyous and relieved roars.

Immediately afterwards, another wave of Warp energy rushed out of the gate, and countless vines with emerald-like green leaves spread out from the Webway Gate and formed a mirror-like surface like water ripples. Then, three scarlet Scorpion Grav-Tanks took the lead in rushing out of the gate. Warp energy flowed like tentacles on their Wraithbone hulls, and then the powerful twin-linked main guns fired directly, plowing paths of death and scorched earth on the battlefield, and destroying more than a dozen armor vehicles full of blasphemous marks.

Following the Scorpion Grav-Tanks were groups of Falcon Tanks and Fire Prism Tanks. At the same time, formations composed of Phoenix Bombers and Nightwing Interceptors swept out of the magnificent gate at extremely high speeds. The Phoenix Bombers began to strafe the battlefield with their shuriken cannons and laser cannons, while firing a series of deadly plasma missiles, and the Nightwing Interceptors went straight to high altitude to hunt down human fighters.

The situation on the battlefield instantly overturned, and the ecstasy of the Slaanesh followers turned into wailing, because their shrines were shattered, the pervasive purple smoke was blown away by the smoke of the explosion, and their hazy consciousness had noticed the arrival of destruction.

Just as the vehicles were passing through one by one, a unique drumbeat began to sound, and an enlarged version of the Dark Eldar gunboat slowly划 out from the very center of the Webway Gate.

Its appearance is very similar to the Raider gunboat, but it is several times larger in size. It has three Wraithbone sails. Instead of so many spikes and blades, there are suspended anti-gravity platforms. The Sea Guards holding shields and spears stand on the platforms, and there are two drummers on the left and right who are beating the war drums. At the stern, a verdant banner belonging to the Eternal Court is fluttering. Under the banner is a throne carved into the shape of a phoenix, and the armrests of the throne are like the phoenix's folded wings. On it sits a magnificent, god-like existence.

He is draped in a gorgeous set of armor. The shiny silver-plated armor is inlaid with gold with patterns that resemble feathers, branches, or flames. Behind him is a scarlet cloak, and the helmet is in the shape of a phoenix drooping its head. The pointed, towering helmet is inlaid with wings on both sides, and the phoenix head at the top extends forward slightly, with a crimson crystal in its mouth. Under the helmet is an expressionless golden mask, covering the king's face, making people infinitely imagine what kind of face is behind the mask. While he is sitting, he is also holding a burning leaf-shaped long sword in front of him, with his hands folded on the hilt.

And his most prominent feature is his hugeness, even his enormity. Under the support of the surrounding Sea Guards, he is as unreal as an ancient god descending into the world.

In addition to the guards, there are also some seers holding long staffs and Archons wearing brightly colored armor on this huge gunboat, Warpsmiths holding helmets in their arms, and Dolahr wearing golden feathers standing closest to the throne, holding a command arrow decorated with white feathers.

Accompanying the drumbeat were not only one gunboat, but also towering Wraithlords, which strode out of the Webway with movements that were completely disproportionate to their size. The blue-green armor was as smooth as a mirror. There was a huge scatter laser cannon on the right shoulder, and two shuriken cannons on the backs of the left and right hands. The left hand was grasping a huge Wraithsword, followed by 6 Wraithguard. The flags and standards of the Craftworld Lughnasa were branded on their Wraithbone shells.

More Aeldari armed personnel rushed out of the Webway on gunboats or Wave Serpent tanks. Even the Howling Banshees jumped off one after another before the vehicles stopped, waving their blades and howling towards the nearly collapsed enemies. The drumbeat became more and more intense at this time.

But just as the drumbeat reached its climax, it suddenly stopped. Then Dolahr stepped forward and waved the command arrow.

"By order of the Phoenix King, all armies shall destroy all the servants of the Great Enemy!"

Three Clawed Fiends chained together then raised a huge spiral horn made of the bones of extinct ancient creatures. A Warpsmith behind them took a deep breath and blew a long war horn that was enough to shatter the hearts of mortals!

Some readers mentioned GW's new narrative of the Emperor, so you might as well take a look at chapters 2377-2379, the ideas should be close (I'm not trying to put gold on my face)