The Emperor’s Angel of Death

After the XV88 battlesuits arrived at their desired firing range, they captured the general direction of the target's movement. Although they still couldn't lock onto the specific location, they could try area shooting. Therefore, with the cooperation of the XV8 in the sky, they prepared to carry out a round of fire coverage first.

Accompanied by the roar of the railguns, firepower continuously erupted near the target, which resembled dynamic mosaics. Each of them was certain that they had aimed at the target, but they couldn't hit it with a single shot. However, their planned firing zone was correct. As long as they conducted alternating fire to narrow the range, the probability of hitting the target would increase.

At this time, 'Grumpy' had already rapidly destroyed 8 Hammerheads with short burst fire. Ribbentrop then launched a round of implosion missiles. The 24 missiles headed straight for the battlesuits, forcing them to take evasive maneuvers.

Immediately afterward, the Scorpion heavy tank, which had been running at 'low speed,' suddenly accelerated, directly turning to the flank of the XV88 squad. Caught off guard, it was too late when they tried to shift. The deadly beams penetrated their armor like sharp swords, gas billowing out from within, and then exploded like heavy bombs.

At this point, the KV128 Stormsurge battlesuits, which had been on standby, could no longer sit still. They chose to concentrate their attacks, simultaneously firing at the approximate location of the target.

Accompanied by the roar of the heavy railguns, the scorching energy directly erased the small hill on the ground. However, the target they should have destroyed was already a kilometer away.

"Heh heh, these blue-skinned fish-heads have some tricks up their sleeves. If I got grazed, I'd have to take a bath."

"Time to turn around, they're coming."

Just as the two Stormsurge battlesuits missed their shot and were preparing to move to ambush again, beams of light from afar cut them apart.

To the surprise of all the Tau, there were actually two more of these terrifying enemies!

At this time, the other two Scorpion tanks had already arrived near the temporary airfield. They used devastating firepower to destroy everything inside, including the Tau command and communication center, as well as the aircraft parked on the runway that had not had time to take off.

At this moment, the Tau realized that they were actually 'surrounded' by three enemy tanks!

But even in this extremely unfavorable moment, neither the Fire Warriors nor the Earth Caste technicians, nor the Air Caste pilots gave up fighting. They immediately organized a new Hunter Cadre, adopting a cover operation mode to help the Fire Warriors find cover on the spot to resist. At the same time, the Earth Caste technicians braved the explosions to pull the Hammerheads out of the temporary repair bay, allowing the Air Caste pilots to find a way to drive them into battle.

It was precisely because of their active resistance that this Scorpion squad spent more than twenty minutes completely destroying their heavy firepower and technical equipment, and then left these helpless infantry behind, leaving them to a more cruel fate—

While the planetary surface was in full swing, in space, the Eldar fleet also cleared the last of the enemies, but they did not stay any longer, but turned their bows and sped away into the depths of the void.

The warp was singing, a force of destruction was gathering in this void space.

Within a desecrated temple, its air was coarsely torn by the screams of thralls, but Balzhaft paid them no mind.

He was staring at a small obelisk, its warped sigils seeming to writhe, their lines and angles defying any clear geometry, the Slaaneshi Lord’s eyes and brain shuddering as he tried to trace them.

Balzhaft experienced this sensation with a mixture of sorrow and joy, even occasionally screaming as he watched the pillars, weaving with the screams of their mortal servants at this moment.

The walls of the hall were lined with brackets, upon which hung gaunt, emaciated humanoids, these were Eldar, and of the Commorrite variety at that, but their vitals had been cut open, and supple tendrils extended from the brackets, stirring within them. Space Marines of the former Third Legion and some traitor Space Marines who also believed in Slaanesh stood before these brackets, listening to their song. Their bodies were coated with fragrant oils, gems were inlaid in their armor and flesh, and their weapons were wrapped in gorgeous silks. Most of the time, they wandered aimlessly around the ship with dull eyes, and only the wildest orgies could wake them up. However, in battle, this laziness would soon be wiped out. They would rush towards the enemy like beasts, roaring and howling with the joy of the primal instinct that only war could provide.

And the deadliest of them were twenty Possessed Warriors, they were also the blade of the warband, and the vanguard that Balzhaft relied on and was wary of the most, apart from his six Terminator bodyguards.

The Slaaneshi Possessed Warriors were different from other Chaos Possessed Warriors. They were basically all voluntary. Under the influence of the arrogance rooted in their hearts, they were annoyed that they were just one of the masses, so they embarked on a shortcut to power, that is, being possessed by demons.

These Slaaneshi warriors would paint ancient demon-inducing runes on their bodies, and then offer six souls to make a contract with the Slaaneshi demon. When their arrogance attracted the attention of a Slaaneshi demon who appreciated them, the other party would attach to them.

What this brings is a great enhancement of perception, speed, and strength. These Slaaneshi Possessed Warriors will become real killing machines, and even gain some unique abilities, or grow ferocious mutated limbs.

However, although this shortcut provides amazing speed and strength to the Possessed Warriors, the two are not cooperating. In fact, the Slaaneshi demon and the Slaaneshi warrior will constantly compete with each other, vying for control of the body, and this internal struggle will also make the Slaaneshi Possessed Warriors even more crazy. Even when they are not fighting, they will scream out loud the depraved rhapsody, and cause them to show a strange self-misplacement over time - the demon will try to seize control through the cracks in the host's emotions.

Although the most strong-willed Possessed Warriors may successfully absorb the demons in their hearts and seize their power without paying a price, most people eventually become overwhelmed - becoming pitiful fragments trapped in their bodies, unable to reconcile their insignificant fate.

Balzhaft was also listening to his own decadent sounds here. There was a Slaaneshi demon hidden in the obelisk. He regarded it as a messenger from the Palace of Slaanesh. It would tell him what the outcome of this operation would be—

“For this fate, you shall gaze upon a magnificent feast.”

Balzhaft's palm caressed the hilt wrapped in human skin. At this moment, he was sure that he had heard a good omen. He was brought into a fantasy.