The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Chapter 2959: The Mad King Battles the Ferocious Demon (Part 2)

"Just a mad Necron! How dare you be so presumptuous!"

Muka unleashed his true form, his tentacle-like limbs propelling the giant ape-like demon forward, iron claws scraping the ground, sparks flying.

At the same time, just above Valgûl's head, black tendrils gathered together, each one wrapping down like a rope.

"This is getting exciting!!!"

The Flayer King laughed maniacally several times, and from under his hideous metal skull face, a strange green flame suddenly surged, projecting a terrifying giant face. In an instant, Muka seemed to see the most frightening thing in his life, and his entire body froze.

Using the gaze of the flame to control his opponent, Valgûl leaped towards him, his staff sweeping across, aiming for the Daemon Prince's head. If the tendrils in the sky hadn't suddenly turned into two claws, blocking the blow, Daemon Prince Muka would most likely have been killed. Thwarted, Valgûl let out an angry snort, while Muka, as if waking from a dream, retreated several steps in terror.

"Get out here! You cowardly hiding fellow!"

Valgûl raised his staff and fired a disintegration ray at the top of his head, but it disappeared without a trace, followed by a gloomy laugh.

"Nothing dares to play tricks of fear in front of me. I... am true fear!"

Amidst the leering laughter, two thick arms stretched out, followed by a massive figure. It was clad in warped Tactical Dreadnought Armour, the midnight blue armour bulging like flesh, lightning coiling around it, shimmering. Its head and face were long and gaunt, its sideburns growing abnormally. On its chest was the symbol of a blood-winged skull, and a pair of demonic wings stretched out from its back, its eyes flashing with hellish energy. Its left arm was an exaggerated power fist covered in spikes.

The third Daemon Prince, the Count M'Orkken, appeared.

It floated in mid-air, glancing contemptuously at the other two, then straightened its back, revealing its deeply scarred chest.

In a terrible squirming sound, bones shifted and armour cracked, revealing the cavity beneath.

Count M'Orkken reached into his chest and grabbed a gem that pulsed like a heart. As the Daemon Prince pulled it out, the gem lengthened, becoming a dark red longsword.

With a daemon sword in one hand and a deformed power fist in the other, the Daemon Prince flexed his arms and wings, clearly anticipating the upcoming battle.

At the same time, more Wraithguard, Daemon Engines, Possessed Marines, and Hellhounds appeared with flashes of teleportation, and a powerful psychic energy enveloped the entire area, creating a space filled with rift veils, isolating the battlefield from the outside world.

Clearly, someone had formulated a tactic, targeting Valgûl, the Overlord of the Dynasty. After all, the common knowledge is that the most effective way to deal with Necrons is through decapitation tactics.

Therefore, they didn't even bother to allocate too many troops to stop Valgûl's two legions from sweeping through the entire city of Erokh, just to find an opportunity to isolate the target. Now the Dark Manta Legion and the Serpentile Legion were already far away, and the Flayers were also scattered in large numbers throughout the complex city. Valgûl was left with only his Honour Guard.

It seemed that this was the best moment to hunt, so the Wraithguard concentrated all available resistance, intending to succeed in one fell swoop.

But since Valgûl dared to stand here, he was not fighting alone.

"Kill!"

As Count M'Orkken howled down, his daemon sword trying to cleave the Flayer King in two, a cloud of darkness that even he couldn't see through enveloped the space. A moment later, Valgûl had appeared a hundred meters away, among his Honour Guard, surrounded by the wreckage of Wraithguard and Flayers, his blade Yenekh still standing tall.

"Yes, my lord... thank you for your gift."

After speaking to a distant entity, Valgûl's body began to be surrounded by a scarlet mist, accompanied by quantum flashes. The powerful energy infusion caused the nodes all over his body to emit dazzling light, even causing his claws to emit blinding energy arcs.

"My Crimson Marshal, Borakka, I summon you."

As Valgûl raised his staff, a deep voice responded to him.

"Slaughter, destruction, at your command."

With a bang, a shot from a Doomsday Ark instantly pierced the psychic barrier created by the assembled hundreds of Wraithguard, and then, through the rippling gap, a series of Ghost Arks painted crimson floated in, at the front of which stood a huge and distorted figure.

It was a huge Canoptek Reanimator Lord, equipped with a phase reap-blade, flensing claws, and a hades annihilation cannon. And in the Ghost Arks behind him, more Reanimators were secured.

Regarding the fact that Flayers and Destroyers could coexist with each other, SoH wasn't able to explain the reason why they would.

Although both were known for their madness, Flayers were a manic, hysterical madness, while Destroyers were a cold, gloomy madness. The former were trapped in a world similar to a double hallucination, while the latter simply hated all life, indiscriminately and without reason.

But in practice, the two did have similarities.

SoH had also asked when these Destroyers started joining, and Valgûl's answer was -

They had always been there.

And their numbers were quite significant. It was unknown whether there were originally so many, or whether they had increased later. However, the Destroyers seemed to have nothing to do with the power of the C'tan. Their formation originated from a nanovirus. SoH had also met the Crimson Marshal. The other party had no special markings. Even if they didn't believe in the Flayers, a kind of indifferent attitude occupied everything in their minds. They existed only for destruction. Race, glory, faith, none of it mattered to them.

Since they didn't care, SoH wouldn't say anything.

After arriving at the battlefield, Borakka bent his knees slightly and landed on the ground, nodding to Valgûl. It was as if the two had formed a tacit understanding after knowing each other for many years. The two had indeed known each other before the transformation, and even after the transformation, and even the secondary transformation of the Flayers, their bond remained strong.

Then, the Crimson Marshal raised an arm and made a casual gesture.

"Deploy, Rapid Slaughter Protocol, activate."

The restraints on the Ghost Arks were released, and one after another Destroyers were released onto the battlefield. They had no concept of command or planning. Their purpose was to attack, slaughter, and destroy. This was an instinct rather than a thought, so they began to attack as soon as they landed.