The Emperor’s Angel of Death

While teasing Khayon, Amnak used the tip of his sword to gently poke the eye of a dead Tyranid Warrior on the ground.

"Your sister, Ahrimanis, right? The poor sister you personally bound to the Vengeful Spirit."

Suddenly, a bolt of psychic lightning struck, but Amnak easily cleaved it apart with his sword.

"Don't utter that name with your filthy mouth, Amnak. Sotsyian won't do anything to me even if I kill you."

Khayon stared at Amnak, psychic lightning swirling around his hands, but the King of a Million didn't feel threatened in the slightest.

"You don't actually think you're qualified to fight me, do you? You were just a nobody during the Great Crusade. Even with the power of the Red Pacts, you're still just a second-rate character."

As he spoke, Amnak raised his sword in front of him, and then half the face of a golden daemon appeared on the blade.

"What He can do, Sotsyian will be able to do in the future. You'd better weigh the pros and cons yourself. I believe you're a smart man."

Just as he finished speaking, Amnak suddenly let out a low groan and gripped the second sword behind his waist, his movement immediately alerting Khayon.

With a loud roar, a wave of terror swept through the pervasive toxic fog.

"What is this—"

Accompanied by the trembling of the ground, a behemoth burst out of the toxic fog, followed by hundreds of smaller Warrior bugs.

This was a type of Tyranid neither of them had ever seen before, massive and brutal, roughly the size of an Executioner. Its smooth, thick carapace had breathing vents that spewed out billowing red gas. The rib-like bone structures on the sides of its body were pale white, with mottled yellow bruises. It had strong, hoof-like legs, and two arms with scythe-like claws stood high. Further back on its body were two auxiliary arms, extending scarlet, thorny whips. But its most unique feature was its chest, which was in an open state, containing a large, spine-ringed mouth, and its long tail had a power sword-like, terrifying tail spike.

A sharp spike grew on its narrow head, and a pair of turbid yellow eyes glinted with the malice unique to the Tyranids beneath its horned brow. As it approached the two men, a hissing roar emanated from the huge mouth in its chest, spewing out corrosive saliva.

"The Tyranids' reaction is truly astonishing. We've only carried out a few missions, and it's already evolved something specifically to hunt us."

Khayon warily watched the behemoth, feeling the immense psychic pressure it exuded. There were even flickering psychic arcs on its claws.

"Withdraw, or fight?"

"Fight, of course."

Amnak casually drew the Sharnabal saber from behind his waist. Seeing this, Khayon didn't waste any words, drawing three Tarot cards from his belt and clasping his hands together.

Instantly, the three Tarot cards ignited, forming a powerful psychic energy. Even Khayon's eyes began to flicker with sorcerous light.

With a soft shout, psychic lightning arced out, leaping from one monster to another. The powerful energy burst open their chests, and dozens of Warrior bugs were killed in the blink of an eye.

In response, the behemoth charged towards Khayon in a blur, its speed comparable to a hover motorcycle, a terrifying contrast to its size. It then raised its four scythe claws, violently slashing in rapid succession, almost impossible to capture with the naked eye.

Psychic light flashed brightly around Khayon. He felt like he was facing a heavy bolter, with the opponent attacking at least fifty times in a second.

Three seconds later, the air emitted a whimper, and the psychic shield collapsed.

Khayon quickly retreated, unleashing a psychic shockwave, but it harmlessly bounced off the opponent's carapace.

"Your opponent is me!"

Suddenly, a roar came from behind the mysterious behemoth. Amnak leaped high, his two swords like wind, carving out forty scars on the monster's back.

Accompanied by the spraying of acidic blood, the behemoth was enraged. Its long tail swung wildly, but Amnak dodged it with ease, and then it quickly turned around, its claws once again dancing violently, while the chimneys on its back were also emitting a large amount of smoke, as if a machine was going into overload.

But Amnak's swords danced even more like mercury pouring onto the ground, and each time he skillfully deflected the opponent's attacks. The behemoth couldn't bring its strength to bear against something much smaller than itself.

One whip followed closely behind the claws, then another, weaving a cage of thorns and claws around Amnak, but Amnak gracefully sidestepped and flipped over, and then dodged the acid spray by spinning on his heel.

Suddenly, its claws slammed into the ground, because the opponent had left.

Amnak came between its legs, slashing with both swords at the weakest points of the behemoth's leg tendons. Immediately, it lost its balance and staggered.

But its healing ability was terrifyingly strong. The severed tendons healed almost in the blink of an eye. Just as it was searching for the traces of its prey, two swords were thrown into the air. This attracted the behemoth's attention, but then the third sword pierced its thigh, causing it to let out a terrible wail.

And Amnak also suddenly appeared at this time, catching the two swords in mid-air, and then thrusting straight down, burying the blades deep into the behemoth's neck.

The monster howled, its long tail frantically lashing out at everything around it, while a mouthpart that twitched like an eel extended from its open chest, as if trying to tear at the enemy on its neck.

But its struggles were already meaningless. When a swordsman's sword is on an enemy's neck, there is only one outcome.

When Amnak landed, the behemoth's head also crashed to the ground, and then its body slowly fell to the side.

"It seems this thing is a bit strong, able to force out your third sword."

Khayon panted as he bent over, surrounded by charred Warrior bug corpses. Although his psychic power was strong, such use still placed a huge burden on him.

"The Tyranids are trying, groping, they will try to evolve something that can deal with the current situation, that's what makes them so terrifying, perhaps their evolution has no upper limit."

As he spoke, Amnak suddenly raised his head. Seeing this, Khayon was first stunned, and then he also raised his head.

A unique landscape appeared in the sky blurred by the toxic fog. The thick dark clouds were suddenly torn open, and then pillars of light poured down, accompanied by meteor showers.

"It's dawn."

Khayon murmured:

"The fleet is back."

This scene was seen not only by the two men, but by everyone fighting on the Snow Palace defense line.

Bahram was commanding his company, desperately holding off the swarm's fierce attack on the northeast side of the Snow Palace, his brave figure standing tall on a mountain of Tyranid corpses, facing the ravenous tide.

The hungry swarm stretched from one side of the ramparts to the other cliff, an endless tide surging towards the living beings here, eager to tear them to pieces.