The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Facing the enemy's impenetrable defense, Malakim changed direction, landing at their feet, stabbing and slashing with speed invisible to the naked eye, each strike causing the Tyrant immense pain.

At the same time, another roar vibrated through Malakim's brain.

Countless whispers threatened to engulf his soul, monsters, demons, and nightmares becoming tangible, gnawing at the edges of his consciousness, exchanging tongues whispering hollow promises and false truths, savage roars pouring out bloody and brutal futures.

"With his blood, I shall be reborn."

Malakim fought against it all, pushing them back with his will.

As the enemy's bone blade angled upwards to strike, he soared, letting the blow narrowly miss, then roared, his attacks raining down on "him", striking the head, throat, and chest, seeking weaknesses in "his" armor, the blades severing cluster lines, causing blood to gush out, spraying into the murky air, and before landing, he carved a wide and deep gash in its abdomen, cutting through armor, flesh, down to the bone.

"Kneel, brother! Out of my love for you, I will grant you mercy! I will make your execution swift and painless!"

"No! I am Malakim Phoros! I am a Watcher of the Abyss! With his blood, I shall be reborn!"

In that fleeting moment of Malakim's daze, the Tyrant's rib plates suddenly opened, transforming into a terrifying maw, then spewing a torrent of liquid fire that scorched the earth, searing and igniting Malakim's armor.

Malakim gritted his teeth to mitigate the burning pain, struggling to fly again, raising his bloodied broadsword and slashing down, piercing the weak gap in the Tyranid Tyrant's neck armor, severing the mutated flesh.

However, its tail moved wraith-like over his shoulder, the bone mace slamming into Malakim.

He felt as if he had been run over by a Leman Russ, his shattered armor hissing, hot blood splattering out—

"Worthy of Sanguinius' blood."

Countless faces of pain flashed through Malakim's mind, and as the bone blade swept towards him, he swung his sword to meet it, the impact sending him flying, crashing against a blast door with a clang, while further away the transport ship slowly ascended, shuddering.

"With his blood, I shall be reborn."

The bone blade swiped to the side, Malakim tried to soar again, but his jump pack only emitted a damaged wail, then the hissing bone blade cut through armor and flesh, his left arm flying high, Malakim suppressed a scream, single-handedly wielding his sword, charging towards the enemy and slashing at the Tyrant's knee, then the tail swung again, his remaining armor shattering like a ripe melon.

Blood quickly gathered beneath him, forming a pool.

"With his blood, I shall be reborn."

Malakim's eyes filled with blood, his ears filled with the sound of his own heartbeat, struggling to get up, he barely had the strength to hold his sword, yet he stumbled forward, raising his weapon above his head towards the behemoth.

The next moment, something pierced him.

The Tyrant used its bone blade to impale Malakim, lifting him high into the air like a broken doll, until he was face to face with its inhuman eyes, it seemed to be assessing its hunting trophy.

"With his blood."

Black blood spewed from Malakim's shattered mouth, the darkness and crimson finally receding, he saw countless hands reaching out to him, the gaunt men and women who had willingly entered the mines, they were welcoming him.

Malakim managed a bitter smile, if this was hell, then he deserved it.

His lips moved, wanting to say a word, but ultimately no sound came out.

But his remaining hand slowly gripped the melta pistol behind his waist, using his last strength to pull it from its holster, pointing it at the enemy's head.

Bang!

The roaring flames swept past the side of the Tyrant's head, causing the beast to shriek in anger, but not inflicting a fatal wound.

Instantly, in a rage, it opened its mouth and bit down on Malakim's shoulder, crushing the shoulder armor, then with a forceful tug almost tearing Malakim's body in half, black blood spraying into the sky, the Space Marine Chapter Master's head slowly tilted back, and he closed his eyes.

"No! Should! Not! Ahhhhhhh—!!!"

A roar descended from the sky, followed by blinding light and howling hot winds, the "dark clouds" that had enveloped the spaceport were also dispelled, the gargoyles and harpies were wiped from the sky at a "sweeping" pace by hundreds of swift, lightning-fast fighters.

A roaring white-gold phoenix descended from the sky, the ground-based Tyranid swarm screamed in agony, the Tyrant directly turned and threw down its prey, attempting to escape, but psychic flames washed over its carapace, crackling flames soaring through elegant figures holding halberds and bearing banners, they wielded wings of condensed fire, circling the Tyranid swarm and the Tyrant at incredible speed.

"This!"

As soon as he landed, Sowrjanes grabbed Malakim, looking at his ruined body, anger and sorrow rising sharply in his heart. Star Scourge also arrived on the ground, wearing a sparkling diamond necklace containing a spark from the Shrine of Asuryan, although this was not the true Holy Fire of Asuryan, it was enough to help him resist the threat of the Hive Fleet.

In fact, Sowrjanes did not expect that the Tyranids would have a similar restrictive effect on the Aeldari as Slaaneshi daemons. As soon as the fleet arrived on the battlefield, all Aeldari simultaneously felt the oppressive presence of the Hive Fleet. An invisible terror in the warp formed an indescribable, extremely hungry, and twisted shadow, which was projected into the highly psychic sensitive minds of the Aeldari, and for seers like Star Scourge, their well-trained psychic perception amplified this effect a thousandfold. Only by wearing this Phoenix Fire necklace could he maintain his sanity, but seeing the future or performing large-scale psychic rituals was out of the question.

It was as if the most powerful group of Aeldari had been directly disabled by the Tyranid will, which immediately made Sowrjanes realize that this xenos swarm from outside the system was far more troublesome than he thought.

After looking at Malakim's condition, Star Scourge immediately took out a crystal bottle, opened the lid, and sprinkled the starlight liquid on Malakim. The liquid quickly formed a sparkling film on Malakim, and then he reached out and touched the other party's forehead.

Two seconds later, Star Scourge withdrew his hand.

"Your Highness, he is still alive, but his condition is very bad. Most of his internal organs have been destroyed. What is supporting him is his blood, but there is a dark force hidden in it. If I dispel this force, he will die immediately, but if I don't dispel it, it will be difficult to save him."

"There must be a way! Use all means to save him!"

"Please don't worry, Your Highness. Although I can't do it, didn't His Majesty send Bandaram to assist you this time? It has the power from His Majesty and should be able to save Malakim. I have protected his soul with starlight dew. He can last for a while with the power in his blood. I will transfer him back to the warship now."

"Then I'll leave it to you."

Soon, a Vampire fighter landed, Star Scourge directed people to lift Malakim onto the fighter, and then quickly left.

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