The Emperor’s Angel of Death

With a deafening roar, the massive stone gate shattered, and the now thoroughly Slaanesh-corrupted Klaudtchell drove his twisted chariot through the dust cloud. His former servitors had been transformed into creatures resembling Slaaneshi beasts. The chariot's main structure had morphed from metal into flesh and tendons. A large group of Slaaneshi daemons stood on the chariot, waving Aeldari body parts and screaming wildly, followed closely by countless deranged, half-crying, half-laughing corrupted human soldiers.

Klaudtchell, still obese but highly mutated, stood astride the chariot, emitting a deafening laugh. He tightly gripped a spear forged from the bones and flesh of dead Aeldari.

A landscape of shattered patterns and dust-covered sculptures stretched from the spirit-filled shrine all the way to the Slaaneshi followers. Hidden in the heart of the vast, dilapidated shrine was the true treasure: the world-spirit of the Aeldari, the core of his ascension.

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As Klaudtchell and his corrupted army marched among the collapsed statues of forgotten gods, one could feel his presence causing the souls trapped within the stone to writhe and twist. The daemons trembled with delight upon sensing this.

"Praise the Dark Prince! Sing! Dance! Enjoy!"

The surging horde of revelers soon reached the roots of the world tree, where a large pool of water lay. From its center rose an altar, at the heart of which lay a beautiful white stag, seemingly dying. It was enveloped in amber energy, and the large mouth on Klaudtchell's abdomen instinctively extended a disgusting, long tongue, as if urging him to seize his prize.

However, they had to deal with a little trouble first.

With a series of blinding flashes, the invaders halted abruptly. Then, a series of explosions erupted within the corrupted army, tearing apart countless blood-streaked soldiers. This was followed by a dense rain of bullets and lasers. As the once-peaceful shrine turned into a scene of carnage, the daemons responded with screams to the Aeldari who stood before the White Stag Pool.

This was perhaps the final battle for the Lynnai Kingdom. Regardless of their former status, men, women, and children alike took up arms to defend their homeland.

The Wardens cursed the arrival of the great enemy's servants. As the psychic backbone of the Lynnai Kingdom, they could not directly participate in the battle, but had to use all their strength to resist the blasphemous power emanating from the enemy, preventing the Slaaneshi daemons from stealing the warriors' will and combat prowess with mere screams.

"Good, good! Bring more!"

Klaudtchell laughed, waving a whip made of spinal cords with his other hand. The tongue extending from the giant mouth on his abdomen coiled around the bloody platters, instantly drawing a dozen soulstones into it.

Then, a cloud of dense fog spewed from the other 'mouths' on his body. Accompanied by joyous cries, new Slaaneshi daemons emerged from the warp. Obscene flesh collided with alluring carapaces. They frolicked on the shrine's poetic floor, and the air was filled with the sound of slapping leather.

"Has the Heart of Eternal Frost not been awakened yet?"

Valentino Ravich rode his powerfully muscled Carnosaur high above the surrounding Dragon Knights, but his expression was anxious and sorrowful.

Regardless of the outcome of this battle, it would be difficult for him to face. The Lynnai Kingdom had never suffered such humiliation. The invaders rampaged through their most sacred grove, ancient guide stones were blasted into rubble, and plants that had grown for tens of thousands of years had been turned into corrosive sludge.

"Your Majesty, not yet. The Wardens are working hard."

At this moment, the first wave of Slaaneshi daemons and followers reached the hastily constructed barricades. Wielding longswords, the Woodland Guardians precisely swung, severing the limbs of the corrupted, cleaving daemon skulls, and tearing away filthy entrails.

The silent warriors quickly painted the bluestone crimson, but more enemies remained. Inevitably, they would eventually be overwhelmed by numbers.

No matter how many died, the soldiers who had once fought for the Imperium had become madmen who only knew how to mumble incoherently. Their brains and consciousness had been completely shattered, leaving them with almost no discipline. They only knew how to follow the incense emitted by the Slaaneshi daemons, but they still used weapons, just with no accuracy.

But in the face of sheer numbers, even blind firing of lasers possessed terrifying power.

The battle instantly turned white-hot, with humans and daemons falling in droves, and Aeldari constantly falling backward. Some daemons even briefly broke through the barrier, tearing apart Aeldari bodies with their pincers.

However, they often couldn't rampage for more than a few seconds before being taken down by flashing arrows.

The White Stag Guardians stared intently at these daemons, using their limited power where it was most needed. At this moment, all the Aeldari's emotions were interconnected. The fall of each comrade brought them pain and even more intense fury.

Ivroyeyia, having lost his mount, stood with the Woodland Guardians. As an enemy approached, he thrust his spear forward, instantly piercing the chest of a human soldier whose facial skin had been torn into strips, instantly feeling the sensation of flesh being pierced.

Something wet and smelly splattered around, but the human still laughed senselessly.

Ivroyeyia sensed something and looked up, only to see a large shadow pouncing towards him. With a flick of his wrist, he shook off the soldier and quickly retreated.

A Slaaneshi Beast jumped in front of him. As he gazed at the narrow, bestial face and the evil light seething in the holes where its eyes should have been, he felt a pulse of terror surge through him.

Then, the Slaaneshi Beast let out a deafening shriek, and the Woodland Guardians closest to it instantly fell to the ground, blood flowing from their eyes and noses, their hands clutching their heads in agony.

But a glowing arrow suddenly flashed from the shadows above the prince's head, erupting in sparks on the Slaaneshi Beast. At the same time, several daemons were also shot down.

Ivroyeyia seized the opportunity to charge forward and finish off the enemy with a spear, but the fallen Woodland Guardians had lost their combat effectiveness and could only be taken down by their comrades.

The battle continued, and the Aeldari's fighting forces were slowly but inexorably dwindling.

Suddenly, the earth trembled violently, like a miniature earthquake, and then the Aeldari erupted in joyous cheers, shouting a name—

Heart of Eternal Frost!

It was a massive, albino Pentaceratops, with a body three times the size of a normal Triceratops. Its limbs were like huge pillars, and its head had a naturally formed, intricate pattern on its towering bone frill. Five curved, sharp horns grew on its forehead, nasal bridge, and lower jaw. Behind it was a prism cannon platform, and five prism cannons projected beams of furious light at the enemy under the control of the Woodland Guardians.