The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Finished?"

The cold voice interrupted Kor Phaeron's laughter. With a light stomp of his right heel, Sotha Sil stopped the trembling of the entire ark.

"It's a failure of every Space Marine in the Imperium of Man that a clown like you has lived this long."

Then, he took a step forward.

The Phoenix Guard also quickly encircled the battlefield, wielding their swords and polearms in elegant arcs, carving strange, shimmering patterns in the increasingly dense air. Flames rose, flickering with light, and then the Howling Banshees appeared. They were silent, yet the most efficient killing machines, constantly stabbing their swords into the Chaos Space Marines who got too close.

However, they always returned to the circle, ensuring that no one interfered with Sotha Sil's advance.

But as the tide of demons surged, interference came.

A Slaaneshi daemon tried to embrace Sotha Sil with its claws, only to instantly turn into a cloud of screaming vapor. A Bloodletter with brass horns and a flayed skull for a face swung a rusty sword, then the blade shattered, and its body disintegrated. A grotesque thing made of rotting flesh and various blisters laughed as it swung a spike-filled censer swarming with insects, but was immediately trampled underfoot, turning into bubbling pus.

Kor Phaeron's eyes widened as he watched the other party walk out of the demonic encirclement as if taking a stroll.

"Impossible! Impossible! The power of the True Gods! The messenger of the True Gods! You... what exactly are you?"

As he spoke, he released his staff and raised his fist. A cloud of blood mist appeared, but before he could swing it, his wrist was grabbed by the other party. The expressionless golden mask looked down at him, as if a god looking down upon all living beings.

"Want to know? Go ask Lorgar. He will tell you."

Kor Phaeron was covered in sweat, exerting all his strength, but he still could not resist the other party's terrifying power. He was being pressed down little by little, his knees bending uncontrollably.

Slowly, slowly, he knelt on the ground, his wrist twisted ninety degrees.

Suddenly, he thrust out a ritual dagger, pointing it directly at the other party's throat—

"Ah!!!!!!!!"

In the next second, his entire arm, armor and all, was torn off and thrown into the distance, the turbid blood drawing an arc in the air.

Kor Phaeron screamed as he looked at his shoulder, where there was only a broken bone. Blood spurted out like a ruptured pump. It had been ten thousand years since he had suffered such an injury.

"I heard you have a thick skin."

"Ah!!!!!!!!"

In the other party's slow voice, his other arm also flew away. Then, the other party's large hands gripped his face from both sides.

"I want to see just how thick it is."

"Ahhh! Urizen! Gods!!! Save me!!!"

Kor Phaeron struggled in pain, but to no avail. Sotha Sil's fingers dug into his flesh, and then little by little, as if peeling off a wet page, tore the other party's face from his skull.

"This"

Ayla Ashbel watched this scene in shock, her tongue seemingly tied.

Kanelli whispered in her ear:

"You may not truly understand His Highness's power. He is a god with a personality, a great being who knows the warmth and coldness of the human world, and also knows the darkness of the underworld."

Ayla stared into the distance. In her world, a proud phoenix was stepping on a venomous lizard with a broken tail. The venomous lizard twisted desperately, covered in blood, its skin being peeled off.

The beauty and shock of that power stirred her heart for a long time.

Suddenly, her eyes had color. At first, it was a blurry rainbow color and countless flashing outlines, then the blur gradually took shape, solidified, and became clear.

"I"

She lowered her head in disbelief, looking at her jade hands with a few traces of blood, and then raised her head again, gazing at that huge and mighty body.

Kanelli, who was beside her, also noticed the other party's focused outline and immediately guessed.

"You have regained your sight?"

"Yes... It's incredible, this is"

"Congratulations. I guess when you fought Kor Phaeron, you were hit by some curse from him. Now that His Highness has severely injured that Chaos lackey, the curse on you has also been lifted."

Ayla Ashbel stroked the corners of her eyes with a slightly trembling hand. Regaining her sight gave her a feeling of rebirth. Although she could observe the human world with another vision, who would hate colors?

It was not until this time that she realized that Ms. Kanelli, the Chief Secretary of the Naval Department of the Royal Court Privy Council, was also a snow-like, pure, and aloof beauty. Underneath her silver-gray coat was white armor that outlined her figure, and a slender sword hung at her waist. Her long hair was tied behind her head.

On the way here, the Phoenix King basically didn't talk to her much. It was always this Ms. Kanelli who communicated with her. Although the time was not long, the two had talked a lot and tested each other many times. Kanelli tried to make her understand that the Royal Court was the only force that could save and protect the Kolor Ark, and Ayla also tried to tell the other party that they could actually protect themselves most of the time. However, Ayla noticed that whenever the Phoenix King was mentioned, Kanelli would reveal a strong sense of worship and admiration. Although this one did look very powerful, Ayla always felt that something was strange. However, Kanelli was also a psychic, and it was not so easy for her to figure out the other party's emotions.

"A curse?"

The seer of Kolor nodded. In fact, she had imagined this possibility before, otherwise it would be difficult to explain why her eyes could not be cured by any means. But it was difficult to accept, which was tantamount to admitting that she had actually been defeated by Kor Phaeron.

"Hmm? It's quite thick indeed."

Sotha Sil weighed the skin in his hand, while Kor Phaeron had fallen to the ground due to the severe pain, howling and writhing like a maggot. His pale eyeballs protruded from their sockets, and the exposed muscles of his face without skin were a dark red color, which was very frightening.

"It's enough to leave a face like yours in the human world."

Throwing the skin on the ground, Sotha Sil raised his foot and stomped down on the other party.

Bang!

But his foot failed to land on Kor Phaeron. A warhammer shining with runes blocked Kor Phaeron.

The fire of karma burns the city, no hometown, the holy son does not return, the road is full of frost, the throne is withered, the corpse is not cold, only this heart has become crazy—

When that low chanting sounded in his ears, Sotha Sil turned his head slightly.

"Oh, you've come. I thought you could bear to let this old bastard die."

A mighty golden giant appeared beside Sotha Sil. He had dark brown skin, a kind smile on his face, and a dazzling halo above his head. His gold-red armor was engraved with countless runes, even his skin was.

"Ah, the shell inhabited by the great being, it is a great pleasure to meet you"