The Emperor’s Angel of Death

The moment the sword was pulled from his neck, the Chief Daemon transformed into a towering and magnificent being. Countless tentacles surged from the back of his head, rising like an ornate crown above the Daemon's head. His torso merged with purple silk, and his skin became as delicate, smooth, and flawless as a statue. His form possessed an incredible elegance, with a tentacle-like cloak enveloping his athletic body.

"Traitor! Traitor!"

The Daemon of Chaos screamed in fury, the spear that had hunted countless Khorne Berserkers lancing towards Amnak like lightning.

"Your soul will become an eternal silhouette in the Mirror of Pain!"

Amnak, however, ignored this, instead lunging at another Daemonette, his blade flashing silver as it pierced through a mouth on her chest.

As the Daemon of Chaos's spear struck him, he plunged his blade even deeper, then tore it downwards, splattering blood and entrails onto the ground.

The Daemonette stood for a moment, then collapsed, dissolving into a pool of flesh.

The Daemon of Chaos also withdrew its weapon, drawing out a gush of blood.

Amnak used his sword as a support with one hand, and with a fluid motion, flicked the blood from his blade with the other, bringing the back of his right hand close to his face to wipe away the bloodstains.

"So, this is it. You see, immortal souls drift in the vast, endless sea of time, forever warring with themselves, driven by such intense, such primal passions, yet those poor souls are almost completely unaware that it is their own beliefs that shape the entities that oppress them, and that each of their struggles only adds to its power. Poor, lost, immortal souls—they can be crushed, devoured, enslaved, corrupted, but they can never, ever be completely destroyed."

When he turned again, all that was before him was the Great Enslaver's dozens of evil eyes containing several emotions. Its intangible psychic tendrils surrounded Amnak, seemingly wanting to envelop him, or tear him apart. If one looked closely, one could see several silver etchings on its smoky body, like scars or marks.

Amnak looked down at his fallen sword, then touched the pierced wound in his chest, and then laughed.

"Interesting, interesting, Great Enslaver... truly remarkable. So, do we have time to discuss terms now?"

"Since you are related to those eternal things... then you are indeed qualified."

The Great Enslaver released its psychic tendrils, but Amnak could still feel the fang-like hunger surrounding him. This creature was clearly trying to restrain its instincts, but it would not last long.

"State your method."

"Using the ability of consciousness projection, project my consciousness into a person."

"That may not go as you wish."

"Try it, this is the only way. Only he has the ability to pull both of us out."

The Great Enslaver said nothing more, and Amnak's world changed again. Red and blue halos flashed rapidly in this space, the various colors they weaved together flowing, changing, repeating, and bizarre.

"Hmm?"

Sorskyan, who was commanding the naval battle on the bridge, suddenly gasped in surprise. He felt a slight touch at the edge of his mind and quickly received the message from Amnak.

"Trap?"

Guessing what Amnak meant, Sorskyan pressed his hands on the command throne, and countless silver sandworms permeated out, expanding to all parts of the bridge at an extremely fast speed.

Sure enough, he found something. The feeling was very subtle. If Amnak hadn't reminded him, he might have completely ignored it.

"Attention! There are enemies invading!"

Sorskyan immediately issued a loud warning, and then the alarms on the bridge blared, various weapons were activated, and doors everywhere opened as Space Marines and combat robots streamed out.

Realizing it had been discovered, some malevolent energy suddenly began to take effect. A sensor operator less than a hundred meters from Sorskyan simply withered and shriveled in a terrifying light, decades of aging completing instantly, turning from a thirty-year-old living person into a corpse like a doll with taut skin wrapped around decaying bones.

The surrounding survivors squawked in fear, scattering away from the area, but after only a few steps, they all turned into cold, withered corpses.

"What!"

Mark and the 1st Company Captain were extremely shocked to see this, because not only did they not see the enemy, but they didn't even notice the other party's attack methods.

There was no energy, and no characteristics.

But Sorskyan saw something. There were some almost unrecognizable silhouettes in the sky above the bridge, tall figures moving like festive dancers, appearing light and slender, looking as light as nothing—if one ignored the ghostly cold aura, it would be an extremely beautiful picture.

Soon, this coldness covered the entire bridge, and many mortals withered and died instantly. Sorskyan realized that they possessed the ability to plunder life energy like the Grey Matter.

"They're here..."

As Sorskyan spoke, all the warriors remaining on the Randal immediately surrounded him, drawing their weapons, but they still saw nothing.

"Chapter Master, what exactly is it!"

Farzad gripped his battle axe, vigilantly staring around.

In the blink of an eye, something had already pounced over. Sorskyan stood up, his eyes wide open.

Their approach was like a trickle, carrying a ghostly dim light in Sorskyan's eyes.

Suddenly, he thought of something. He had encountered similar enemies before, in the underground of Armageddon—

"Quantum Ghosts."

But compared to the Ork quantum soldiers encountered on Armageddon, these Necron quantum ghosts were more concealed and more terrifying. Even worse, Sorskyan seemed to have no way to deal with them.

He raised his hand, trying to drag them out of quantum form.

But it was useless. The physical rules that he used to manipulate at will and were once invincible had no effect on these things at all...

If he remembered correctly, the best way to deal with this kind of enemy was with psychic power, but if he used the Grey Matter to transform into psychic power...

"Ugh!"

Suddenly, a Dehgan Terminator groaned and fell, its armor covered in frost, its life signals disappearing directly from everyone's sight.

And he did not resurrect, even the Grey Matter did not work.

Seeing this, Sorskyan was shocked. Could this be the weapon that the ancient Menak used to fight the Star Gods!?

"Damn it! Bastard! Get out here!"

Seeing an old veteran of his company die like this, Mark angrily raised the spear in his hand and activated the power of the Grey Matter.

But then his body suddenly staggered, and a surge of cold air spewed out from the gaps in his armor.

"Everyone, don't use the Grey Matter! This thing will... will induce the Grey Matter to go out of control!"

Seeing Mark's situation, Sorskyan immediately placed his hand on his shoulder and realized how the warrior had sacrificed himself just now.

That veteran of the 1st Company must have used the Grey Matter.