The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Chapter 3252: The Power of the Dark Apostle

After dealing with the first Possessed, Duran took the lead, a silent killer. The second Possessed met him face to face, his smile turning into anger, but as the battleaxe slipped into the gap between his flesh-forged armor and bone spurs, that canine-like face suddenly contracted and softened, emitting a painful sigh. The third Possessed widened his five snake eyes in excitement, raising a spine-like spear, ready to thrust, but Duran lifted the butt of his battleaxe and slammed it into his unprotected face, forcing the Possessed to stagger back.

Just as he was about to attack again, the battleaxe had already taken his head.

The other Phoenix Guard bravely advanced, weaving through the tentacles summoned by the Word Bearers. Wherever the silver radiance from their battleaxes reached, the darkness seethed.

The Possessed fell one after another, and the remaining Word Bearers also charged forward, baring their teeth, their boltguns firing into the air, their weapons covered in blood-colored oil slicks.

Duran dodged an attack from a meteor hammer and twisted to avoid a whistling claw, cutting off the arm to which the claw was connected, then with a flick of his wrist, he struck back, slicing the blade across the throat of another Chaos Fallen. His sunburst armor gleamed in the flashing light.

"Die, Xenos!"

A Chaos Terminator wearing a four-horned helmet, wielding a giant hammer, attacked the Ever-Burning Blade, his mountain goat-headed daemon hammer striking with great force, vowing to smash his opponent into meat paste, but Duran slipped back like a fleeting wind, and at the moment the opponent's heavy hammer clumsily slammed into the ground, he turned and kicked the opponent's face, a kick mixed with the sound of wind and thunder and flames knocking the giant Terminator to the ground and setting his head ablaze.

Cultists also attacked him from all directions, their giggles and groans intertwined, firing their weapons at random, seemingly not caring whether their attacks would hit their comrades.

However, when the blade pierced through a cultist's mask made of human skin, his roar turned into a wet, bubbling sound.

"Erase these filthy stains!"

Ila Ashabel's voice was as crisp as colliding wind chimes, and the Koroll craftworld's Pathfinders roared out revenge slogans, but there were not many of them, mainly consisting of Howling Banshees and Scorpions, but Soshian knew that their strength was far more than that, the true trump card of the Koroll craftworld was actually –

"Ugh ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The Warpfiend roared in pain, the space around it was torn apart, its huge body was wrapped in gaseous mesh, and then more than a dozen forms of dimension spiders appeared nearby.

With a final, shrill hiss, the giant beast was cut into countless cube-shaped fragments.

Elsewhere, dimension spiders also appeared spectrally, launching unexpected attacks on the Word Bearers, their numbers exceeding the total number of other Pathfinders.

This is the most unique thing about the Koroll craftworld, they have an abnormally high proportion of dimension spider shrines, but the reason is unknown to outsiders, or even to their own people, at least the Golden Guard can't find out anything, perhaps only the Seer Council and the bishops within the shrines know.

When Soshian knew about this, he had a little personal speculation.

For example, the Phoenix Lord of the dimension spiders.

Regarding why this Path did not have a Phoenix Lord, Soshian even specifically asked Morganna, but the other party always avoided the question, and even made it clear to Soshian that he could not say about this matter.

Why can't he say? Is it can't say? Or is it not good to say?

The more the Phoenix Lords cover up, the more it shows that there are secrets hidden within.

Suddenly, a burst of incantation pulled Soshian's attention back to the present. Above the Seer's Dome, an abomination appeared in a rolling mire, its writhing, obscure form spread out like a carpet, approaching the surrounding Aeldari, especially Soshian, interspersed with many tormented echoes.

A man who looked as decayed as a corpse appeared in front of the broken Seer's Dome archway, holding a ritual blade in his blood-stained hand, gazing at Soshian, his eyes burning, burning with anger and hatred, and using the ritual dagger to engrave the seal of destruction authority in front of him.

"You are not Aeldari, why are you hiding!"

"Kor Phaeron, today is your end!"

Ila Ashabel suddenly launched an attack, she waved her staff, curling the surrounding air like a cloak, folding reality, forming a short-lived empty pocket, and then all the gems and runes on her body lit up, her snow-white hair fluttered, and a huge psychic power flowed through, like a river bypassing the stone.

"Pay for the evil you have committed!"

Kor Phaeron cast a contemptuous glance.

"Blind witch, I spared your life in the first place only to better torment you in the future. How dare you, with your meager tricks, clamor against the apostle of the true god? Get back to where you belong!"

With a light wave of the spiked staff in his hand, the evil power was like a storm cloud rolling in from the sea, leaving traces of twisted evil nothingness in reality, sweeping towards the female seer.

Ila Ashabel also unleashed her powerful attack, a series of gorgeous arcs depicting the gigantic outline of the Khaine rune symbolizing destruction, cutting the void darkness into strips of ribbon, but the power of darkness did not disintegrate as a result, but instead turned into a mocking grimace, opening its mouth and biting fiercely towards the slender figure. Ila Ashabel raised her other hand, which held an ancient rune stone.

Instantly, two streams of energy burst, blasting the surrounding Aeldari and Word Bearers away.

"Ugh—"

Ila Ashabel staggered back several steps until a pair of slender hands pressed against her shoulders.

"Seer Ila, are you alright?"

"Ms. Carnelli, I... I'm fine."

Although she said so, Carnelli saw several dazzling bloodstains on Ila Ashabel's beautiful face, most of them extending from the corners of her eyes to her chin, and a wisp extending from the corner of her mouth.

In just one encounter, Koroll's most powerful seer suffered a serious injury, and Carnelli was also surprised by the power that Kor Phaeron unleashed.

"Xenos! You are walking right into our trap! This is the domain of the gods!"

Laughing wildly, Kor Phaeron finished engraving his symbol and then gripped the dagger tightly, stabbing it heavily downwards, instantly a series of dark red bloodlines spread out from under his feet.

Having successfully completed the ritual, he pointed the dagger at Soshian with satisfaction.

"No matter what you are, there is only destruction in the domain of the gods. I will personally peel off your mask to see what kind of face that dares not be seen!"

In an instant, the entire craftworld trembled and groaned, countless demonic phantoms emerged from the corners and crevices, and a series of blasphemous imprints appeared on the surface of the craftworld, even the craftworld itself seemed to have become a living thing, with tentacles, claws, and giant mouths constantly proliferating, and the power of the warp surged like a tsunami.