The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Chapter 2958: Mad King vs. Vicious Demon (Middle)

The Phantom Warriors were Astartes, further enhanced by extraordinary psychic powers. In the past, they were virtually invincible in the Screaming Vortex, but today, the Flayers were faster and stronger. They ignored the harassment of their enemies, focusing solely on tearing them to pieces, filling the air with sprays of blood mist.

His guards and the blade Yenek did not disappoint him as always, even in the face of the powerful Phantom Warriors, they were still more than capable. The captain of the guard had only slaughter in his heart, no duels, no climactic hero confrontations: only terrified prey, cut open alive until their screams were reduced to hisses and gurgles of blood.

It was an ugly, cruel, and inelegant death, but it suited Yenek's style perfectly.

"Kill! Slaughter these servants of the dark gods to your heart's content! Their very existence is a stain!"

Valgûl vented his desire for slaughter, seeing himself in a primitive tribe full of dark worship, made of rough stones, filled with barbaric animals draped in fur, worshiping the most superstitious and depraved gods. They babbled and cast petty little tricks of sorcery, or brandished axes and blades.

Ridiculous, pathetic, completely poisoned by the Warp.

Just like those—

Those—

Valgûl's thoughts were interrupted as a group of figures appeared before him.

One wearing a blood-winged helmet and wielding a howling, slender sword, and one who was completely a quadrupedal beast, drooling from its mouth.

Amon and Svane Vulfbad stood in the way of this mad Necron lord, surrounded by dozens of slaughtered Phantom Warrior corpses, and countless mortals and beastmen.

"This guy has something that resists psychic powers. You must hold him back. Unsealing those two will take some time."

Torbak's voice reached Amon's ears, and he just sneered.

"Easy for you to say, why don't you come yourself?"

Before he could finish speaking, Svane Vulfbad, the Blood Wolf, howled and leaped forward, his massive battleaxe aimed at Valgûl on his chariot.

The other laughed, and with a flick of his scepter, Svane Vulfbad was sent flying. Fortunately, he maintained his posture upon landing, but the hand holding the axe was trembling slightly, and cracks could be seen in his gauntlet, seeping blood.

"This thing is troublesome."

The half-wolf revealed his fangs, saliva dripping on the ground, staring intently at the Necron lord. Amon took a deep breath and raised his hand.

The warriors of the Eighth Legion behind him immediately raised their weapons, plasma, melta, bolters, all aimed at the opponent.

But as expected, it was useless. Valgûl's chariot had quantum shielding, making energy attacks ineffective, but it did manage to attract his attention.

Amon vanished from his spot like smoke, and two seconds later, with the roar of his jump pack, he arrived behind Valgûl.

"Xenos, die!"

The long sword flashed like a cold light, heading straight for the White Bone Lord's head.

But suddenly, the opponent's head turned 180 degrees, his metal face seemingly with a mocking expression, then with a flick of his wrist, he knocked away Amon's sword, and then grabbed, almost tearing open Amon's chest armor.

"Damn!"

As soon as Amon landed, a Flayer pounced on him. He kicked the Flayer away, picked up his weapon, and Svane Vulfbad attacked again, and he jumped up again as well.

Blades flashed, the two sides exchanged blows at an extremely fast pace for more than a dozen moves.

"Ugh!"

With a scream, Svane Vulfbad's arm was chopped off, and he fell to the ground. Amon, after emptying a magazine from his bolt pistol, was slammed to the ground by Valgûl's scepter, his armor almost shattered, and he fell into a coma.

"Trash! All trash!"

Valgûl let out a wild white noise-like laughter, but it stopped abruptly, because a huge red battleaxe came whistling towards him.

The White Bone Lord controlled the chariot to dodge, letting the man-sized battleaxe smash into the ground, sending countless gravels flying. Then a roaring giant shadow descended from the sky, and a grim iron claw slammed towards Valgûl. The White Bone Lord immediately waved his halberd to parry the blow, but the enormous force sent him and his chariot staggering back a dozen meters.

Missing the first strike, the Daemon Prince Manclaw pursued relentlessly, grabbed the battleaxe, and roared wildly, the enormous power causing the entire space to vibrate.

While Valgûl was wielding his weapon and fighting desperately with the enemy, he did not notice an ugly smiling face appearing in the shadows on the ground.

In an instant, another Daemon Prince, Muka, manipulated the power of shadows to wrap around Valgûl's chariot, immobilizing it, and then Manclaw leaped high, roaring as he pounced towards the opponent.

Unexpectedly, Valgûl actually jumped up as well, his chariot lowered its head and fired fiercely at Muka on the ground, causing the Daemon Prince to scream. The White Bone Lord's halberd struck upwards at the opponent's axe, and the unparalleled monstrous power actually caused Manclaw to retreat back to the ground, staggering back several steps.

"Die-hards who refuse to leave the stage!"

Manclaw shook his head and roared, while Valgûl spun the double-bladed scepter in his hand, grabbed the head of a dead Phantom Warrior, and crushed it. His voice was like a piercing hiss, and he laughed:

"Someone like you is not enough to watch! I don't know how many Warp wastes like you I've killed. One more won't matter!"

Suddenly, a gust of evil wind swept over, and Muka used witchcraft to knock Valgûl's chariot back hundreds of meters, then attacked the White Bone Lord from behind. However, the King of Flayers was not afraid, laughing wildly as he rotated his weapon and body, blocking the demon's claws, then grabbed again, tearing open the Warp entity's flesh and blood, and kicked the huge Daemon Prince to the ground.

Manclaw immediately attacked again, and Valgûl turned and split the battleaxe with ease, smashing the scepter on the Daemon Prince's thigh, and when the other roared, he raised his hand and activated the lightning field on his right shoulder, releasing a green lightning bolt that struck the opponent's chest.

Struck by lightning carrying dimensional power, Manclaw retreated in pain, his entire body flickering.

Valgûl struck like a snake, the double-bladed scepter pierced into the opponent's abdomen, the phase weapon ignoring the Warp armor that was immune to most physical damage. Manclaw recoiled in pain, a huge wound appeared in its abdomen, and the gushing blood instantly became thick and dark, dripping down his legs.

The Daemon Prince became shaky, but did not release the axe in his hand.

Just as Valgûl was preparing to go up and finish off the opponent, shadows emerged like curls on the ground around him, and darkness twisted in the Warp rift, flowing like steam, tearing the boundaries of the two dimensions.