The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Wait! It seems like our boss is——"

This book is first published on the entire network by 𝕥𝕨𝕜𝕒𝕟.𝕔𝕠𝕞

Upon closer inspection, many of the lads discovered that only half of their boss remained. His entire lower body was completely torn apart, his internal organs trailing behind him like a mermaid's tail. His hat was stuffed into his mouth, as if he had experienced immense terror before his death. A rope was tied around his neck, dragging him to the top of the spire like a hanged criminal. Two Aeldari Storm Guardians were diligently pulling the rope.

In front of the spire stood a towering, golden figure, wearing a phoenix helmet and adorned in magnificent ancient armor. A greatsword hung behind his waist. He was looking down, wiping his hand armor with the pirate boss's robes, as if he had just torn the Greenskin pirate boss in half with his bare hands, rather than a weapon, yet he was almost untouched by blood, save for his hands.

With the boss's death, the morale of all the Greenskins who witnessed this completely collapsed, and they began to spread terror on a massive scale.

The battle quickly became one-sided, with the Greenskins trying every means to escape rather than fight. The first mate realized there was no chance and prepared to escape in a hidden aircraft.

"Quick, quick, follow me——"

Before he could gather his men, a whistling spear directly pinned him to the plaza outside the Seer Council Chamber, scattering the surrounding Greenskins in terror.

Jain Zar walked over, but looked up at the heights.

"Efficient work."

As soon as she finished speaking, the Phoenix Lord suddenly let out a cry of surprise.

Not just her, almost all Aeldari, or some races present with psychic power, felt the same movement, or rather, palpitation——

"This is!"

On the flagship near the Craftworld, Veronica, who was discussing the triumphal ceremony and banquet after returning to the court with Loreena, suddenly stood up from the throne, looking at the Maelan'tai with surprise and uncertainty. Even the pampered cat, Garfield, who had been lazily lying in the hanging basket, suddenly jumped up, staring intently at the Craftworld engulfed in war, its fur standing on end, and released a powerful psychic barrier that enveloped the entire bridge.

But Veronica felt it. The chittering in the Warp filled her ears, like an irritable claw scratching the pool of the Warp.

"What is this power——"

At this moment, all the survivors of Maelan'tai felt it, that familiar yet chilling sensation. There were no words, no images, only a cold, piercing pain, as if a tide was rushing into their souls, filled with the flames of pain and oblivion.

And it was still rising, becoming unbearable. The seers of Maelan'tai stumbled from the spire steps towards Sochoyan, shouting hoarsely:

"It's not dead! It's not dead!!!"

"Hmm?"

Sochoyan frowned. He knew what the seer was talking about. Without a word, he drew the sword from his waist and leaped from the high tower, then slammed into the ground like a burning meteor, creating a tremendous shockwave.

"Prince! Prince!"

His actions frightened the surrounding Aeldari, but it was too late to stop him. Sochoyan had already pierced through layers of spiritbone decks, following the source of this psychic energy, all the way down.

Boom——

After a loud crash, his feet landed on solid ground. He looked around and found himself in a huge semicircular space, surrounded by many facilities resembling mechanical arms, as well as hanging baskets suspended in mid-air.

He immediately deduced that this was the Maelan'tai's nursery, and therefore one of the most structurally sound areas of the entire Craftworld.

So it was hidden deep inside the Craftworld. Veronica had once introduced Sochoyan to the Craftworld's nurturing types and facilities. Some Craftworld children were raised by their parents, but some Craftworlds, in order to ensure that each child could embark on a path suitable for them, would have specialized nursery teachers care for them during the initial period after their birth, and use the best equipment.

Therefore, although Maelan'tai had long become desolate, this place seemed to be still operating automatically. The air still exuded a warm atmosphere, making people relax involuntarily. Not far away, there was a huge crystal stone, which was the center of the entire nursery and the source of its power, shining with a peculiar light. In addition, there were some tall shelves on the curved walls, on which were placed many hand-woven blankets and rugs.

These blankets were covered with intricate patterns and decorations, and the patterns seemed to reflect the trajectory of celestial bodies. Perhaps this was an ancient form of worship, or it composed magical legends.

Sochoyan seemed to be able to imagine the busy moments here. The nursery teachers were busy every day, wrapping each baby in those blankets, gently calling to the babies, singing songs woven from the Aeldari language, and using various devices to enhance the newborns' strength and talent.

This was not only the most important place for an Aeldari Craftworld, but also one of the symbols of the Craftworld's culture.

"Very clever."

Sochoyan withdrew his gaze and looked at a smooth, rounded giant egg suspended near the mysterious crystal stone in the hall.

It was in the shape of a perfect ellipse, more than twenty meters high, surrounded by visible ripples of energy. Even at such a close distance, Sochoyan felt that surging power. At this time, many small cracks had appeared on the top of the egg.

"I didn't expect you to have learned to control spiritbone. I guess you must have wrapped yourself in spiritbone when the demons appeared, and then put yourself into a deep sleep or even feigned death and terminated all brainwave activity. Demons are soul creatures, and as long as there is no psychic energy, they can't see you even if you're right in front of them. Clever, very clever, worthy of being a Tyranid Zoanthrope."

The psychic power around him became more intense than ever before, an almost uncontrollable amount for any Aeldari, but Sochoyan only felt his breathing become a little sluggish.

But that was enough to show that this thing was indeed something.

"Come, let me see what kind of evolutionary stage you've reached, Zoanthrope."

With a crack, the cracks spread throughout the giant egg. Sochoyan tightened the sword in his hand and slowed his breathing——

Suddenly, he remembered one thing. This Zoanthrope was said to have killed most of the Maelan'tai residents in an instant. If it was allowed to unleash its power, it might cause casualties to the Aeldari still on the battlefield.

"I'm fine, all units continue to operate according to the original plan."

After sending the message, Sochoyan used the power of the Greymarrow. At that moment, the Primordial Flame Amulet on his neck changed from blue flame to black, which caused a new change in Sochoyan.

"Hmm?"

He saw black-gold flames sweeping his body, changing the shape of his armor, from the original scale type to a layered type, and the color was mainly black, with the edges embellished with gorgeous golden armor. The material of this armor became somewhat similar to blackstone, and his helmet also changed from a phoenix with outstretched wings to a form similar to twisted flames, with two twisted horns, and even his golden mask became some kind of angry expression——like an angry black monarch.

And the Flame Sun Sword in his hand became thinner and longer, presenting a cold black mixed with starlight.