The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Gradually, as time passed, more and more human soldiers poured out from the broken barrier gap in the Ancestral Forest, surrounding the Eldar warriors.

Beyond here was the White Deer Pool, where the World Spirit resided.

"Where are the Harlequins of Frostfall!"

Ivroyeiia said excitedly:

"Haven't they seen that doom is approaching us at high speed! Why haven't they sent emergency support yet?!"

"The enemy came prepared; they may have already thought of a way to stop the Frostfall Harlequins."

"My King."

At that moment, a Dragon Knight spoke excitedly, pointing his spear to the right.

There, a new gap had been opened, and a group of soldiers in purple armor were stepping into the forest from beyond the barrier in perfect unison. Their armor was even better than that of the Space Marines, all fully enclosed, and even more ornate in appearance, with gold and purple outlining artistic lines. Their weapons were a combination of laser guns and spears, and they advanced in step, holding their spears level.

Accompanying their advance were Chimeras and Taurus armored vehicles equipped with heavy bolters, forming a moving formation while pouring out ammunition.

But more importantly, as soon as they appeared, all the Eldar present felt it—

The aura of a great enemy, the foul stench of corruption.

"Follow me, Llynath Warriors!"

Valentino Laevicius shouted, turning his sword and guiding his mount towards this new threat.

"Let us crush these lackeys of the Great Enemy into dust at the edge of the forest!"

But just as he was leading the Dragon Knights to begin a dangerous charge, Ivroyeiia saw behind the enemy a luxurious four-wheeled carriage surrounded by purple curtains and metal sculptures, pulled by dirty servitors. The carriage was a full five meters wide, and seductive beauties were lounging on it. Through the blowing breeze, he could see a fat man in luxurious clothes sitting inside.

Whether out of a commander's strategy or an instinct of hatred, the prince immediately realized that this guy was likely the leader of these humans—

"That ape!!"

The prince roared, pointing his spear at the carriage, and then flicked the reins.

"He's mine!!"

In fact, the appearance of this team also surprised many human officers present. They did not expect that the governor would directly run to the front line, and even brought his decadent life with him. Some dissatisfied commissars had already begun to discuss how to get this bastard out.

But before that, they had to ensure that this guy could not die. After all, even if they won, but the commander-in-chief died, the soldiers would be fine, but these senior commanders were afraid that none of them could escape. Even if they didn't die, they would lose a layer of skin.

"Quick, quick, quick! Quickly transfer a regiment to protect that pig—Lord Commander! Damn it, that dog only knows how to cause us trouble! Why doesn't he die on a prostitute's belly!"

But the Dragon Knights had already launched a rapid raid. Taking advantage of the cover of the forest that had not yet been burned down, they approached the enemy who had not yet fully entered the forest at an extremely fast speed, and pounced on the seemingly unprepared opponent from the side.

But just as the Dragon Knights were only a hundred meters away from the purplish-blue governor's guard, the amber sky shrouded by the World Spirit suddenly changed, and a shadow as dark and deep as an abyss instantly swallowed the entire bloody battlefield.

Valentino Laevicius looked up and his expression changed drastically.

"No."

The shield supported by the World Spirit had already been eroded into black by energy from the Warp, its surface covered with twisted swirls and ripples, like stirred tar.

And looking deeper, one could see many shapes flickering in and out of existence, some dancing, others twisting madly, as if the actors behind the scenes were trying to break free from the curtain and squeeze into reality.

Even looking at this scene made the Llynath King dizzy, but he couldn't take his eyes away. He knew what was coming, all Eldar knew—

The eternally hungry Great Enemy had turned its gaze here.

But his son didn't pay as much attention to the sky as he did. Ivroyeiia spurred his war beast towards the enemy. The governor's guards holding laser spears immediately aimed their spear formation at the prince, but they no longer had time to fire the lasers—the only thing these poor wretches deserved to get close to was Ivroyeiia's spear.

In the blink of an eye, he rushed into the enemy ranks like an arrow. The trembling Singing Spear pierced all the enemies blocking the way into trembling wrecks. In a coherent and elegant motion, his mount also leaped from one opponent to another, piercing their chests with its claws, tearing them apart, and rushing towards that decadent carriage without stopping.

"For Llynath!"

The prince roared madly, but the blind servitors continued to slowly drag the huge carriage, while the enchanting maids only giggled coldly.

"For the Ancestral Kings!"

The moment the carnivore dragon leaped high, the prince also slammed his weapon accurately into the fluttering curtain.

He was sure he had hit something, but what the spear felt was a strange softness, followed by a retaliatory cold pain.

Then he heard an ear-piercing cackle. The human maids began to tremble and flicker, then shattered and twisted into a group of terrifying Slaaneshi Daemonettes.

"What!"

Almost in an instant, the Imperial Aquila fell, and the governor's guards re-erected strange flags, desecrated flags made from the supple, bloody skin of the Eldar, the symbol of the Chaos God Slaanesh seeming to come alive, reaching out twisted tentacles.

Piercing drums and music echoed in the air, the World Tree guarding this maiden world was as if enduring a huge storm, the Warp winds causing its branches to shake violently and break. Many Eldar screamed, cried sorrowfully, and shouted in pain.

Those human soldiers who didn't know what was happening were not having an easy time either. Their minds were severely damaged in an instant. Many knelt down and cried or laughed in a low voice, and used their fingernails to carve bloody marks on their faces and arms.

However, Ivroyeiia's feelings were the most direct. At some point, he felt that his soul was almost drawn out. The intense dizziness almost knocked him down until he saw the "thing" he had stabbed—

"Hehehe—"

In a low laugh, the curtains of the carriage turned into curling tentacles, and a fat man wearing silk trousers and bare-chested appeared. He was covered in greasy sheen, his face was hairless, his neck and eyes were almost swallowed by layers of folds, his neck and hands were covered with golden ornaments, and he was lazily lying among several Slaaneshi Daemonettes, surrounded by golden plates piled with many disgusting foods, Eldar hearts, ears, fingers, and even the skin of Eldar girls.

And Ivroyeiia's silver spear was stuck in the man's belly, or rather, in the mouth growing out of his belly.