The Emperor’s Angel of Death

What concerned Barzhauft even more was that Soshyan had also moved at some point. He was now on the other side of the battlefield, the Flame Sun Sword stuck in a pile of corrupted sisters, surrounded by scattered pieces of flesh. His left hand gripped Skyfire tightly, while his right hand held Mirelle Sabatio by her snake-like, writhing hair, lifting her whole body into the air.

The corrupted sister looked miserable. Most of the Slaaneshi beast tongue granted to her had been severed, the remaining part drooping from the corner of her mouth, dripping blood. Her right arm was cut off, lying at her feet next to the rune-etched daemon sword, 'The Tormentor.' Her left arm was bent unnaturally backward, clearly broken by brute force, and her left leg was missing below the knee, sticky blood dripping down like a stream about to dry up.

Her once enchanting face now held only panic and fear, and the haggardness that came with the loss of power.

"Weren't you very tough-mouthed just now? Very eloquent? Why are you mute now?"

Soshyan tilted his head, a smile on his lips as he stared into her terrified eyes. Around them, Slaaneshi cultists were either dying or fleeing under the trampling feet of the battle robots.

"But I am curious, what did they do to you? When it took you into its palm, what did the evil power of Slaanesh do to you?"

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Mirelle Sabatio's bloodied lips moved a few times, as if speaking, but Soshyan knew she was chanting.

A trivial trick.

Behind Soshyan, a Slaaneshi beast, serpentine but with sharp claws, suddenly appeared. It stretched out its claws and beak, trying to pierce through the veil of reality, Soshyan's flesh, and bones—she had once used this invisible Slaaneshi beast, bound to her by a pact, to ambush an entire squad of Argent Shroud battle sisters.

But Soshyan didn't even turn his head. The next second, the daemon suddenly staggered, took two steps, and then clutched its face in agony, a broken sound escaping its twisted throat.

Mirelle Sabatio's eyes widened in terror. She had never seen anything like this before.

Black flames rose like a storm from beneath the daemon's feet, consuming its skin and its essence. The Slaaneshi beast fell to the ground, writhing, engulfed in flames, and screaming in terror, molten evil substance dripping continuously.

Seconds later, the daemon was gone, but the flames continued to devour its ashes, until nothing remained.

Mirelle Sabatio vomited a large mouthful of blood, her dark eyes gradually fading to a despairing gray.

"No no..."

Gone! The daemon bound to her was completely gone! Not banished, not sealed, but utterly destroyed!

"For you to be mixed up with trash like you, that guy named Barzhauft really has poor taste. A character like you wouldn't normally warrant my attention, but I realized that you are more valuable alive than dead."

Soshyan smiled slightly, then flicked his arm gently, and Mirelle was thrown out with a scream, then enveloped in a ball of azure energy, freezing her in mid-air, including her terrified expression and even the splattered blood.

Then, he activated the stasis beam of the extermination relic and dragged the corrupted sister, bound in a stasis field, towards the Eldar landing craft.

Barzhauft's eyes were bloodshot at this sight, not because he had any affection for that plaything, but because he couldn't accept someone taking what was his!

But to reclaim his things, he had to solve the immediate problem.

At this moment, he needed something to create an opportunity for himself, so he drove the dancing Slaaneshi banshees to attack the guy wearing the Akur-Dunakh face.

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Faced with the screaming Slaaneshi daemons, Amnak raised his blade, almost faster than the banshees.

In a flash, the cold, shining blade pierced the Slaaneshi banshee closest to him, separating her arm and body with a single blow. At the same time, another fell, her chest cut open from rib to shoulder.

The ancient swordsman rushed through the corrupted ones like a storm of blades, blood and limbs scattering on the snow, heading straight for Barzhauft.

At this time, Barzhauft had come behind his opponent, high waving the whispering blade, aimed at the opponent's back of the neck, he can feel a line connecting his blade to the opponent's neck, as long as the moment of waving down, you can take that damn head from the neck!

This feeling has given him hundreds of victories, this time, will be no exception!

However, his confident blow did not come as expected. The moment he appeared, Amnak had already drawn another sword, and then skillfully entangled, rotated, and harvested, directly cutting off Barzhauft's wrist, then cutting open the opponent's knee, forcing him to kneel, and piercing the Slaaneshi lord's neck and shoulders in an instant.

In an instant, filthy blood gushed out.

Barzhauft's eyes widened. He was finally no longer troubled by delusions. He realized that his arrogance had led him to destruction. The whispers and songs gradually moved away from him.

He seemed to return to the training ground under the blazing sun, his skin red from the scorching sun of Old Terra, sweating profusely as he knelt on the ground, a sword resting on his neck, close to his still-youthful face. The man was smiling at him, with his back to the sun.

"It doesn't matter, train harder, you've made a lot of progress."

Then the other party stretched out his hand to him, and Barzhauft stretched out his broken arm in a trance.

"Master... Second Lieutenant... Is it really... you?"

The blasphemous songs and laughter, along with the desires and pride of the past, went away, and in the last moment of fading life, those sealed memories flooded in like a tide, causing a line of turbid hot tears to flow from his crimson eyes.

Amnak sighed softly, and the Kharna Bal saber in his hand slashed fiercely, then gracefully turned around and used the tip of the knife to pick up the yellow silk that fell leisurely in the air, blood blooming with purple flowers on the bright yellow.

"It is me will avenge you."

When the huge head fell to the ground, Amnak also whispered the oath that floated from the depths of his mind, and became more and more sharp and decisive like the sword in his hand.

Just as the battlefield seemed to be settling down, the cruiser suddenly began to shake violently, and the walls and underfoot began to burn with pale purple light.

Soshyan immediately felt something, a feeling of something being torn in his ears, and a behemoth passed over his head.

When he looked up, a sentry gun creaked because of the anti-gravity system failure, and then the top of the flight deck made a cracking and rumbling sound, and quickly turned into a sticky, dull chewing sound.

Immediately afterwards, the surrounding bulkheads broke open, and tendrils meandered everywhere, like some kind of poisonous snake tracking the scent of prey.

"Something is coming... very different, not a Greater Daemon."

Amnak rarely showed a focused expression, walked to Soshyan's side, Soshyan also pulled out the Flame Sun Sword, and whispered:

"You don't know what it is?"

"I don't know, or I can't remember."

The next second, accompanied by a thunderous tearing sound, a huge amount of tentacles spewed out from the cabins and armor plates, directly tearing open the hull of the entire ship!