The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Your delusions and stubbornness will be met with pain and destruction."

"Oh, big words."

Facing the towering Daemon Primarch, Sotha Nul instead sized him up with interest, arms crossed, and joked:

"So, this is the power you exchanged for your dignity and freedom? The Destroyer of Gods doesn't seem so generous. How about this, you kneel, kowtow a hundred times, and I will consider your sincerity and grant you power even greater than what you have now, how about it?"

Lorgar slowly shook his head.

"A dying man, yet unaware."

"Ha, if I kill you now, will the Warp weep for you?"

Before Lorgar could answer, the roaring Avatar of Khaine suddenly emerged, rising to a height of a hundred meters. Red-black magma flowed all over its body, while behind it, a pair of giant wings burning with silver-white flames spread open, covering the entire battlefield.

The comparison instantly reversed. The originally towering Daemon Primarch instantly became a tiny ant.

In just an instant, demons and Chaos Space Marines within a few miles all fell into wailing. Their bodies swelled in the halo, ceramite bent and broke, everything inside was cooked, and finally, they all exploded like punctured balloons.

But the Aeldari were not faring well either. This power was too strong, squeezing their senses, tearing apart all other details. Even in Ayla Ashbel's eyes, her entire world was reduced to that one being.

Her former pride, aloofness, and rationality all vanished in the face of this power, leaving only trembling.

"Then, die."

The massive Aeldari War God raised the burning Doom of the Eldar high, and then the weapon slowly fell with a landslide-like slowness. In those brief two or three seconds, the entire Craftworld seemed to be squeezed into a single point by a force.

But Lorgar's reaction was also strange, neither dodging nor evading, just raising his head and staring at the ever-expanding blade, muttering to himself.

".The gods have already made arrangements for you."

With a boom, like a meteorite falling to the ground, the huge blade pierced through the ground like piercing a piece of paper, straight through to the depths. The entire Craftworld was wailing and trembling, as if it was about to fall apart at any moment, and the violent impact blew everything except the Custodes in the field into the distance.

Ayla Ashbel barely managed to prop up a protective force field, preventing her and Canali from being swept away. When the impact disappeared, she gently waved her hand, and the strong wind dispersed the smoke in front.

Where the Seer Council Dome used to be, there was only a large pit with a diameter of over five hundred meters. The surrounding ground was completely cracked and presented an explosive radial shape. Sotha Nul stood beside the pit, seemingly thinking about something.

Before Ayla could say anything, Canali had already trotted over.

"Your Highness, are you alright?"

With a light sigh, Sotha Nul turned around.

"I'm fine, but that bastard Lorgar is really slippery. He actually deployed a teleportation array under his feet long ago, and ran back to the Warp."

In fact, at this time, Sotha Nul had already made a judgment in his heart. Kor Phaeron was likely Lorgar's bait, just to lure Sotha Nul over, and the purpose was the words he wanted to say to him.

Before Lorgar left, he also said a sentence that only Sotha Nul could hear.

".Sotha Nul, you have been able to exist until now because the gods have returned to you the stolen emotions, courage, wisdom, and mercy. If you want to continue to exist, then think carefully."

Sotha Nul would not believe what that guy said. What he cared more about was the fact that Lorgar could run around in the material universe. The Imperium was already chaotic enough, and he was already dizzy with busyness. If another Lorgar ran out to cause trouble, it would be really difficult to deal with. Maybe he would even collude with that bastard Fulgrim to create trouble for him.

Maybe he should take the time to talk to the Khan. Someone needs to keep an eye on these traitor Primarchs, lest they cause trouble for him at a critical moment.

At this time, the other Aeldari also gathered back. Ayla Ashbel led them over, and then bowed.

"All the people of Kolor thank Your Highness for dispelling the evil haze with mighty divine power."

Only humility and obedience remained in Ayla Ashbel's voice, because Sotha Nul's attack was too shocking, even scattering the Chaos power that had permeated the entire Craftworld. Luna's Sadness could no longer feel the previous corruption and madness. Even if it lost the Infinity Circuit and soul stones, the Craftworld still existed, as if an indescribable sense of life and consciousness was tightly attached to it. If you had to investigate carefully, it was the memory of the ethnic group that had lived in its body.

At this time, Duran and several Custodes walked over, spreading out their palms.

"My Lord, these are the soul stones that were rescued, previously used as sacrifices for rituals by Chaos servants."

"Ila."

Ayla Ashbel looked at one of the soul stones, her voice trembling. Sotha Nul then raised his chin, and the Phoenix Custodes turned around and returned the soul stones of the fallen warriors of the Kolor Craftworld to their original owners.

Ayla held her brother's soul stone, clear tears rolling from the corners of her eyes. Although the two were cousins, they were already the only two remaining members of the family. After Ila's death, this ancient family that had continued since the Fall had also come to an end, unless Ayla could have a child.

"My condolences."

Sotha Nul said softly, then turned around.

"Summon Anaris, go to the Titan Temple."

But at this time, Duran suddenly said something to him in a low voice, causing Sotha Nul to stop and turn to look at the Seer who was still in grief. Then he called Canali over and said a few words to her in a low voice. Canali nodded after listening.

After Sotha Nul left with his men, she came to Ayla's side.

"Seer Ayla, please accept my condolences. I have something to tell you."

Ayla looked at her blankly. Canali then took her hand and walked to the side, whispering:

"There is still a chance for your brother, but the situation may be a little special."

After listening to Canali's words, Ayla's expression changed to surprise.

"This...this is unheard of."

"This is the power of Your Highness as the Avatar of Asuryan. Although it is no longer possible to restore the physical body, it is at least stronger than the rigid soul in the Infinity Circuit, don't you think?"

Ayla thought for a moment and nodded.

"I understand, but is it only Ila?"

"Yes, because his soul as a Warleader is stronger than the other souls. Only he can withstand it."

"Then thank Your Highness. Ila can continue to fight for our race's cause in another form. I believe this is the ending he would be willing to accept. After the situation is cleaned up, I will personally pay my respects to His Majesty."

Canali suddenly blinked, a playful smile appearing on the corner of her mouth.

"Your Highness?"

"Naturally, I am also very grateful."

Canali suddenly raised her eyebrows slightly, her smile even brighter.

"Thank you, Your Highness, for saving my dead home."

Outside the entrance arch of the Titan Temple, lay a pile of Word Bearers' twisted corpses. They were all people who had previously tried to open the temple. Several Phoenix Custodes easily killed them all. Anaris knelt in the blood, bowing to Sotha Nul.