The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Seeing the Necron Overlord hide behind his shield, Amonkh laughed.

"So, you really didn't consider that you're not only unable to deal with Thokt, but also unable to deal with me? What else have you prepared? Star God shards? Super weapons from the ancient era?"

Suddenly, a beam of green light enveloped Amonkh.

It was a Tomb Stalker, suddenly attacking Amonkh with its dimensional displacement cannon. He didn't dodge, just allowing himself to disappear from reality.

Two seconds later, a sword pierced the Tomb Stalker's head, then gently sliced upwards, and the massive construct crashed down.

"I told you, what Thokt can do, I can mostly do too."

The blade not only cut through the Tomb Stalker but also cut through space. Amonkh elegantly leaped out, trailing the embers of dimensional power behind him.

Watching Amonkh gently land on the construct's remains, Makhran Kuthah narrowed his eyes slightly.

"You are indeed dangerous, which is why you would come."

Amonkh tilted his head slightly to the left.

"Oh, it seems you anticipated my arrival. So, what have you prepared for me?"

"Pathetic arrogance. While you decaying things were still the remnants that the Old Ones squandered in the warp, we were already trampling the stars."

"Ah, so you're still like this, constantly trying to show off to other races how ancient and glorious you are. Yet, compared to your miserable state, it's simply a comedy that has amused the galaxy for tens of millions of years."

With that, Amonkh disappeared from his spot and appeared beside his opponent in the blink of an eye, one sword thrust, one sword swing.

The swung sword blocked the opponent's attempt to intercept with his warscythe, while the thrust sword directly pierced through the opponent's chest.

"Is that all?"

Amonkh asked with a hint of doubt, watching the energy sparks erupting from the Necron Overlord's body. Then he realized something and abruptly retreated, but it was too late. His opponent grabbed his sword.

"This was prepared for you. While you are swaggering here, your master will face Menakh's true warning."

Suddenly, infernal winds raged around them, and black arcs of electricity crackled from the Necron Overlord. Amonkh released his sword abruptly, trying to avoid the chains shimmering with venomous green light.

He truly hadn't anticipated that his opponent would use himself as bait, just to trap him.

At the same time, Amonkh understood the entire situation.

Menakh knew everything Thokt was going to do from the start, proving they have a very powerful seer, or some very powerful thing capable of observing the future. They formulated a series of plans around a certain 'future'.

The core of the entire plan was how to move certain people away from Thokt's side, such as Amonkh, or Sol.

In other words, their target from the beginning was Thokt, so now there must be assassins or something else that has infiltrated the Randaril. They know the power of the Star Gods very well and will certainly not fight head-on. They are likely to stimulate the power within Thokt's body, forcing him to do what he least wants to do...

That could be even worse than losing the Orpheus War!

Amonkh immediately used all his strength, transforming into a silver flash to try to break free, but the green light erupted from the Necron Overlord's wound, followed by a tremendous force, even space itself groaned in pain.

The next second, Amonkh disappeared from the spot, and the Necron Overlord's body also fell apart, scattered all over the ground.

"To think you'd place a spatial trap inside your own body, very well."

Realizing he had been thrown into a dimensional prison, Amonkh sneered and began to think of ways to escape. As a 'former Greater Daemon,' he possessed more than just the remaining power of the Star Gods, but also extremely rich combat experience.

But before he could come up with a solution, trouble arrived.

In this place shrouded in darkness and green light, a chilling tearing sound suddenly echoed, and then a horrifyingly massive figure slowly crawled out from the cracks in the dimension.

"Hmm?"

Amonkh took off his helmet and threw it aside, narrowed his eyes, and then murmured softly:

"It's actually an ancient Enslaver, this isn't just a single-person prison."

When that being came before Amonkh, condensed malice flickered in its dozens of eyes, and its form was like rolling storm clouds.

"Devour you, perhaps I will have a chance to escape from here..."

Its words were like blades scraping in the mind, but Amonkh simply used the blade in his hand to flick open the yellow silk behind him, and threw the third sword, the Shamshir-Nahal, in front of him, plunging it into the billowing mist.

Enslavers are extremely dangerous even in the warp's Sea of Chaos. Although they seem fragile, once they gather, their primitive yet unique controlling power is difficult for even Daemons to resist. There are even rumors that they are the only warp entities that the Ruinous Powers cannot control. Fortunately, most of these things do not have strong self-awareness, or rather, they lack some kind of 'perception,' and all their actions follow incomprehensible complex instincts.

However, in the ancient whispers of the warp, there is another rumor that there are higher-level individuals among the Enslavers. They not only have complex thoughts but also have power comparable to gods, and they can gather vast numbers of their kind around them. In the past, in the Sea of Chaos, they were once the true masters, and therefore they are also called Great Enslavers.

It should be known that Enslavers and Daemons have very distinct differences. Although everyone is a resident and creation of the warp, their ability to operate in realspace is completely different. Don't be fooled by the frequent Daemon incursions in the Imperium, but Daemons need a source of power to support their existence in realspace, and whether it is a powerful Daemon Primarch or a weak lesser Daemon, they will be weakened to some extent when they come to realspace, because this is a physical rule that inevitably repels non-material existences.

But Enslavers completely lack this situation. They possess a very unique ability. Although they, like Daemons, do not have a true material body, once they transform a psyker into a host, the Enslaver will form a psychic connection with the victim and form its own material existence in the real world.

This seems like nothing, but anyone with some understanding of the warp will marvel at this incredible creative ability. Enslavers do not 'occupy' the body of the manipulated, but self-form a body that is not repelled in the material world. In a sense, this actually violates the 'warp rules,' somewhat similar to the Aeldari's bonesinging, creating something from nothing. This intangible to tangible change is almost an instinct for Enslavers, the principles of which even Daemons cannot discern. The key is that after they possess a body, they can still enter the warp without restrictions.