The Emperor’s Angel of Death

In the phantasm within his mind, Balzavft foresaw what it would be like to invade the so-called Eldar court. The beautiful queen, her jade body lying horizontally amidst the dazzling dome, awaited a desecration, like an exquisite gift. He felt his desire-filled soul screaming in the warp.

He roamed in desire, as the fire that incinerated the galaxy illuminated his dream.

Oh, at that time, he would take up his sword, cleave open the ridiculous Phoenix King's helmet, and watch the tides of the warp surge forth!

He would dig through the Eldar's eternal beautiful dream, filling it with sacrifices and the screams of demons, plundering the galaxy's most beautiful and dazzling woman!

His mind was filled with absurd delusions: he would use this great feat to become the most powerful person in the galaxy, a cause of disaster, even becoming everyone's faith, hatred, resentment, and unholy covenant.

He would replace Abaddon, replace Fulgrim, and become the eternal chosen of the supreme heavens!

These exciting futures almost made his thing stand up!

At this moment, a musical instrument made of slaves' vocal cords and tongues began to automatically chant hymns, and then those living dead fixed on the walls began to violently pull the thorns on their flesh and howl.

Balzavft closed his eyes, the conquered eternal court was clearly visible in his eyes, like a twisted flower with a color between deep black and scarlet, blooming under the reflection of the stars.

When he opened his eyes, he hugged his fantasy in his mind with love, feeling ecstatic.

When he opened his mouth, his voice rose to the level of a roar.

"The rite I have been waiting for has been realized! In response to the omen of the Eldar's annihilation, what glory, what great achievements will be created by us!"

The Slaanesh warriors screamed inhumanly.

Balzavft turned to look at his warband. More than three hundred warriors, which didn't seem like much, but he had many "friends."

According to the next plan, when they leave the warp, they will set off a warp storm to interfere with the Eldar's perception. These "goods" sent from Commorragh are the best materials. Next, he will take advantage of the Eldar's warship being blind and lead the fleet directly towards the prey that has fallen into the trap. They will first bomb the planet with virus bombs, killing most of the Eldar, and then release the Slaanesh demons in the obelisk, open a warp rift, and the swarming demon army will flood the remaining targets. Next, he will personally lead the team to solve the ridiculous Phoenix King!

Once this step is achieved, the eternal court is his goal!

It sounded a bit arrogant. He had also heard that the guy was quite powerful, but the one in the obelisk was also a strong one, a Greater Daemon. He believed that under the influence of various factors, he could completely defeat this seemingly bluffing guy.

At this moment, a tremor came from the floor, meaning that the fleet had left the warp!

"Grip your weapons, I will lead you at this moment of feast. After today, we will become the overlords of the galaxy!"

After speaking, he picked up a skull-shaped crystal bottle with trembling hands and drank the fragrant liquid inside.

In an instant, his face turned rosy, and he even remembered his bitch. Perhaps he could take advantage of this free time to—

At this moment, the blasphemous hall suddenly shook, and many supports and ornaments fell to the ground, followed by a loud noise. The dull rumbling spread in the dark cabin, disappearing in the groans of the metal structure and the crazy shouts from above and below the hall.

"Master! It's the Eldar fleet! The Eldar fleet!!!"

The desperate roar from the bridge rang from the black喇叭 in the hall, echoing in Balzavft's ears, shattering his dreams, and causing an uproar among the surrounding Slaanesh warriors.

The corners of Balzavft's eyes twitched. They were attacked as soon as they left the warp, which meant there was only one possibility—

This was an ambush, a trap prepared for them!

"Ai! Duo! Long!"

Balzavft gritted his teeth and spat out the name. He believed that he had been betrayed by the other party, otherwise how could the Eldar know his plan so clearly.

"Don't panic! Don't panic! The Eldar fleet won't be very large. We have 9 warships! Counterattack immediately and find the enemy flagship's location!"

While sending instructions to the bridge, Balzavft turned to look at the obelisk, then made up his mind, walked forward, picked up a large bowl filled with Eldar blood, and splashed it on the obelisk, then began to write mysterious symbols on it with his fingers.

But before he could finish writing, the deck shook violently again, followed by another howl from the bridge.

"Master! Enemy aircraft have entered our ship, located at the No. 2 flight deck on the rear side!"

Boarding!

The two words immediately jumped into Balzavft's mind.

The Eldar dared to board his ship!

The next moment, he was both excited and ashamed.

Excited because if the two sides engaged in naval warfare, then he might not have any way to deal with it, because his so-called fleet was just three cruisers + six frigates. If he really encountered an Eldar fleet of some scale, there was no way to do anything but run. But now the other party was recklessly boarding, then he had something to vent his anger on.

But at the same time, he was greatly annoyed by being so underestimated by the Eldar.

After writing the last stroke, he turned to look at his priest, a Chaos Sorcerer, and then hissed:

"You preside over the remaining rituals, I'll go solve those ignorant things first."

After speaking, he led the Slaanesh warriors out of the hall with high spirits. At this time, his slaves and female slaves, including the fallen nun, were kneeling on the ground with their plump buttocks raised, waiting for him.

"Bitch, take your pack of dogs and follow me."

Hearing the other party's words, Mirelle Sabazios raised her head in surprise, a charming smile on her enchanting face, and then stood up.

"It's a great honor, Master~"

At this time, more than a dozen fallen nun followers wearing desecrated and modified armor and exposing large areas of skin also stood up behind her. They were all Battle Sisters who had been led astray by Mirelle Sabazios and now wholeheartedly served the Dark Prince and their own desires.

In addition, there were also a large number of cultists wearing suicide explosion collars, mutants and beastmen from the Eye of Terror, as well as various traitors, and even a whole team of renegade Astra Militarum carrying human skin banners.

Looking at these forces, Balzavft's ambition burned again.

Lucius is nothing! Eidolon is nothing! Fulgrim is nothing! He is always his own master! He will be above everyone, including the so-called Primarch! No one can point fingers at him or step on his head anymore!!!