The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Seeing the opponent dodge, the Executioner immediately launched meat hooks, attempting to seize the agile figure. Unexpectedly, the Crowned General wielded his six arms like a whirlwind, slicing all the meat hooks apart.

At this moment, four colossal Necron Spiders, their bodies draped with fresh bloodied flesh and skin, approached. Their crimson single eyes quickly locked onto the two Executioners, and immediately, the twin-linked ion beam emitters on their backs opened fire.

The anti-matter particle stream created a small explosion upon contact with the Executioners. Even their unbelievably thick chitinous carapaces couldn't withstand it, bursting open directly, scattering shards like shattered tiles.

The Pincer-handed Executioner, already weakened from previous injuries, collapsed to the ground after this attack. The Star-Serpent Knights seized the opportunity, focusing their attacks on its exposed abdomen. Each strike of their claws produced a sound akin to a sledgehammer hitting rock. Under the relentless assault, the Executioner's abdomen was torn open, revealing bizarre organs to the Flayers, who swarmed and tore it to bloody shreds.

The Crowned General once again grappled with his opponent, the heavily armored Dragon-kin. Even with its armor shattered, it remained fiercely aggressive, wielding its scythe-claws with near-madness, attempting to dismantle the writhing figure.

"Hiss... dying struggle."

Mocking his opponent, Arkhenzar bent low as a bone blade whistled past his head, followed closely by a claw, then another, weaving a cage of claws around him.

The Crowned General twisted his serpentine body, then with a lightning-fast strike, plunged his phase blade into the hilt of a living bone blade, cracking its shell.

The bone blade emitted a shrill scream as if alive, and the Executioner wielding the weapon roared, sharing the bone blade's pain.

As the opponent's claws struck, the Crowned General spun under its other arm, raising a claw to slash at the opponent's shoulder where the armor had been blasted away, severing one of its arms.

Then, using the barbs on his serpent tail, he climbed onto the opponent's back, simultaneously piercing the monster's throat with his claws from both sides, and tore with force.

The headless body staggered forward a few steps, still waving its arms. Perhaps its symbiotic bone blade was trying to control the body, but its brain was clearly not strong enough. Before collapsing, it twitched sporadically, finally falling onto the bodies of its dead comrades with a thud.

Following his habit, the Crowned General claimed the opponent's weapon, but due to the opponent's immense size, he summoned a Ghost Ark to transport it away.

At this time, the battle remained chaotic, with the Flayers and Tyranid organisms engaged in seemingly endless slaughter. Neither side knew fatigue nor feared death, but the Flayers' 'quality' was definitely higher than that of Ripper or Termagants, giving them a significant advantage in attrition.

However, for the Genestealers inside the transport ship, this was not good news, though there was some good news as well.

"Prepare for takeoff! Everyone, pay attention!"

As the captain's deep voice spread through the ship's hold, Mattin also held his wife, quietly praying to the Star Emperor.

The shaking of the ship intensified, and the roar transmitted from the deck beneath their feet to the entire hull, followed by the sound of sharp objects scraping against the outer hull.

"They won't get in, will they?"

Hearing his wife's fearful voice, Mattin gently kissed her forehead, reassuring her:

"No, they won't. I saw the outer shell is very thick, and the Angels have no reason to hurt us. They are helping us resist those monsters. It will be alright soon..."

Suddenly, the two felt a slight sinking sensation, which meant that the ship's engines were indeed taking them into the sky.

It seemed...

...they were really going to be safe—

".Not a chance."

Watching the transport ship get hit in the tail by a Destroyer, then slowly fall back onto the launch pad, the Crowned General emitted a distinctive laugh.

But before he could order "Open the can," a ball of intense fire exploded dozens of meters away from him, the billowing fire cloud resembling a giant mushroom, engulfing several Flayers and a large group of Tyranid organisms.

"Hmm?"

The Crowned General raised his head, then summoned his Serpent Chariot. After ascending into the air, he saw that there were many larger Tyranid organisms in the distance, bombarding the area with heavy cannons on their backs.

Clearly, the Hive Mind was also enraged. It no longer intended to continue playing this game with the Flayers. It intended to flip the table, recklessly eliminating the annoying things first.

Even large numbers of Spore Mines were being deployed in mid-air to restrict the Flayers' limited vehicles.

Watching more and more fireballs and plasma strike the battlefield, Arkhenzar received a message from the Silent King, and immediately gave the order.

"Withdraw!"

Just as the Star-Serpent Legion began to gradually move away from the battlefield, the Pyrovores in the distance suddenly fell one after another. Upon closer inspection, it was revealed that Vargoul was riding his Bone Chariot, along with three somewhat dilapidated Night Scythes that streaked past at speeds imperceptible to the naked eye. Behind them was a large group of Wraiths and Crypteks, as if trying to catch this powerful lightning strike.

But how could flesh catch lightning?

Although Tyranid bio-functions were incredibly powerful, they still couldn't make them capable of atmospheric speeds comparable to inertialess engines.

"Cough, cough... are you alright?"

In the smoke-filled ship's hold, Mattin groped and embraced his wife, only to find that she was already crying.

"Are we...?"

In fact, Mattin was also desperate. They seemed about to escape hell, only to be pulled back.

But at this moment, he could only comfort his wife.

"It's okay, it's okay. The Angels are here. Let's find a place to hide. When the Angels eliminate those monsters, we will get a brand new world. Let's get out of here now."

Just as he was planning how to leave the already crashed transport ship, fate did not intend to let them off so easily.

Mattin had just kicked open the deformed cabin door, preparing to see if there were any other survivors, when he discovered that the hull had been breached somewhere, and most of the people he was looking for were here.

But not just "people", there were also some more terrifying things.

"No! No!"

A collapsed Blackmyre cultist convulsed violently, with many Ripper swarming over him, causing him to scream terribly.

Not just him, everyone was slapping their limbs with their hands, frantically scratching at their flesh, trying to pull out those monsters, but there were too many of them.

These small shelled creatures devoured all the flesh they encountered, their barbed bodies scraped against bones, and acidic secretions scorched the flesh.

Mattin quickly turned around to run back, but was suddenly bitten on the legs by several Rippers that jumped out of the shadows, collapsing to the floor.

"No! This is not ascension! This is not—"

Just before he was swallowed by the Rippers while desperately shouting, the last sound he heard was the screams of his wife and children as they were devoured alive by the bugs.