The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Chapter 2980: Avatar of Khaine

"Slaa, Mannan, Khaine~!"

With the final loud chant, the Archon slammed the mask onto his face, then laughed and fell backward into the blood pool.

In the next moment, the blood pool churned violently, flowing along the grooves towards the massive statue.

As the first drop of blood touched the statue, it immediately changed. A huge heatwave rushed from in front of Sochoyan, and flames engulfed the statue of Khaine, making its image more real. From its crown to its outstretched limbs, the fire finally spread to its heart, where it burned brilliantly.

Then, it moved.

The Avatar of Khaine strode forward, its angry face seeming to roar silently at Sochoyan. The blood-red mane fluttered in the hot wind, then it reached into the boiling blood pool and slowly drew out a burning greatsword.

Facing the Avatar of Khaine towering before him, Sochoyan remained unmoved, allowing the flames to burn away the black cloak on his body, revealing his tall figure wearing a neat, fitted jacket and a white-gold trench coat.

That's right, Sochoyan didn't even bother to wear armor.

"Keeping you as a menace was His greatest mistake."

As he spoke, a burning longsword fell from the sky.

With a slight sidestep, Doomhowl grazed Sochoyan's clothes and smashed into the ground. Then he raised his hand, made a fist, and struck.

Amidst the echoes of millions of screams, the divine sword, condensed from the power of Khaine, shattered with a bang. The avatar angrily smashed down its fist, but Sochoyan blocked it with one hand, and the ground cracked into countless fragments under the tremendous impact.

Sochoyan grabbed the opponent's hand, yanked it down forcefully, and the huge avatar was directly pulled down. Then he walked over and punched the avatar in the face.

In an instant, his arm seemed to plunge into magma. The high temperature scorched the clothes on his body, but Sochoyan didn't care, and pulled back hard.

The face of Khaine appeared in his hand, and then the scorching Avatar of Khaine seemed to cool down rapidly, quickly turning black, its surface covered with spreading cracks, and finally turned into dust with a bang, while the withered corpse of Zargarn lay among it, his face still twisted in a screaming expression.

"My lord."

Duran's voice came from behind, but Sochoyan only stared at the Face of Khaine in his hand. This thing was not a Khaine shard, but it seemed to have even more powerful power than a Khaine shard.

Driven by curiosity, Sochoyan put it on his face.

At that moment, hundreds of millions of murders, hundreds of millions of angers echoed in his mind, but these soon calmed down.

In an instant, he only saw fire. Then, the scorching of the illusion poured down.

Suddenly, "he" came to a place, standing in front of a distorted palace covered with various magnificent crystals, and a cunning and distorted laughter echoed in his ears.

In another turn, he saw many blurry figures gathered in front of a magnificent palace, and in the middle there was a most conspicuous figure, a person in gorgeous armor pointing at a person kneeling on the ground, covered in fire and blood. Suddenly, the person in armor walked forward and slapped the kneeling person hard, then took something off the other person's face and threw it far away.

Then came resentment, viciousness, anger and all kinds of negative emotions rushing towards Sochoyan, but these were nothing.

But Sochoyan was suddenly surrounded by a black whirlwind, and countless grinning voices howled around him. He saw a building that looked like a huge bird's nest, with onyx and scarlet light leaping inside.

He cast his gaze deeper, and a scaleless viper was fighting a phoenix. The viper's abdomen was covered with wounds, but it didn't care, winding and coiling under the claws of the storm, making a sharp hiss.

But obviously, it was not the phoenix's opponent. The storm opened its mouth, and its black steel beak was wrapped in flames.

Just as it was about to deliver a fatal blow, a scarlet centipede suddenly appeared behind the phoenix and bit its leg hard. Suddenly, one of the phoenix's legs was injured, and the viper took the opportunity to hiss and escape, quickly disappearing into the spreading mist, while the centipede also ran away in a puff of smoke, leaving only the phoenix's angry hiss.

"Hmm?"

The illusion disappeared, and Sochoyan made a questioning sound. These illusionary contents, like concrete memories, were like abstract descriptions, but they were in line with the style of the Aeldari.

But besides these, he had other gains. He stretched out his palm and gently clenched it, and a burning spear appeared in his hand, trembling and howling.

Doomhowl, now he can summon it, even the power of Khaine.

The power to drive anger and slaughter.

No, maybe it can.

With a low sigh, Sochoyan was surrounded by flames, which quickly expanded, turning into a giant nearly ten meters tall, but unlike the Avatar of Khaine, although the flowing blood was still like magma, the helmet and armor glyphs had more phoenix characteristics.

"Almost forgot... it seems Khaine is also a Star God."

Muttering to himself, Sochoyan restrained his figure and took off the mask.

Only then did he notice that he was already naked. Duran knelt on the ground, bowed his head, and raised his hands.

"Your sword."

Sochoyan grasped the Sunflare Sword but did not summon his armor. Instead, he turned around and looked around, then walked over and casually tore off a piece of scarlet curtain and draped it over himself, turning it into a robe.

"Call Charon here."

"Yes."

Soon, Charon, covered in sweat, hurried over. When he saw Zargarn's dried corpse, he was only surprised for a moment, but immediately knelt on the ground.

"Great Phoenix King, your loyal Charon has arrived."

"What did those of the Cabal say?"

"Most of them are sensible. I have dealt with a few stubborn ones."

"Well, don't make a big fuss. The fewer people who know, the better."

At this moment, a Phoenix Guard walked over, carrying a twisted, bloodstained head in his hand, then knelt on one knee and raised the head.

"My lord, Bloodmime Drekarus resisted arrest and insulted the royal court. We have executed him on the spot. The rest have all surrendered and are now in custody."

"Well, I know. Good job."

Sochoyan looked at Charon.

"Now only the Succubus of the Withered Blade sect is left, right?"

"Yes, Your Highness. As long as she is resolved, the Shadow Nexus will be completely in your control."

"The main task at present is to keep the Shadow Nexus from changing drastically in a short period of time. How about this, take this head, and Zargarn's head, to see her. Tell her that if she wants to continue to have a place in the Shadow Nexus, she must come and see me in person."

"Yes, Your Highness, I will do it immediately."

Charon carefully walked to Zargarn's side, then used the short knife he carried to cut off the Archon's head, then picked up Drekarus's head and trotted away.