The Emperor’s Angel of Death

#2087 - Demon Butcher

“As early as ten thousand years ago...”

The mocking words carried the power of the warp, attempting to suppress Samuel's every nerve.

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“Lion deluded himself; he was split personality long ago, ultimately playing with fire and suffering the consequences. The remnants you left behind are like boring dogs, chasing after the so-called secret.”

The beast lowered itself, so close that its bestial muzzle almost touched Samuel's cheek.

“This trap will lead you to be accused by those fools. Don't you enjoy hunting? When the Inquisition's hounds are biting at your heels, the process will surely be very interesting. How many Inquisitors can you kill? Ten? A hundred? A thousand? This ridiculous Empire never lacks fools; you'll never finish killing them, but you won't see it, because you're about to die, and those Inquisitors will eventually turn your death into a disgrace.”

Suddenly, Marbas heard some movement.

Then he turned his head to look towards Rozim, and after seeing the Greater Daemon being forced back by a mere mortal, he let out a surprised gasp.

What's going on?

He had spent a great deal of effort and cost to invite that Greater Daemon. If something went wrong, he would have to be careful in the future.

At this moment, a Fallen Angel fighter flew over, strafing the Daemon Prince with its autocannon. He released Samuel and decided not to entangle with him for now, summoning two subordinates to entangle the Ravenwing Grand Master, then flapping his wings and flying towards Slaanesh.

Seeing such a large thing rushing over, Kren quickly operated his weapon, aiming at the flying Daemon Prince.

“Eat my Mao Ge blast——”

Then he was blown away dozens of meters by the opponent's breath, falling to the ground and rolling another ten meters.

“Abomination of the Highest Heavens! Ouch!”

Dogo had only fired two shots when a flail smashed over. If he hadn't dodged nimbly, he would have been directly smashed into minced meat.

Rozim, seeing the daemon approaching, picked up Slaanesh and rolled to the left, avoiding the outstretched claws, or rather, he wouldn't have been able to avoid it, but Dogo threw a stasis grenade in time to hinder the opponent for a moment.

“Damn short thing!”

Seeing the target within reach slip away again, Marbas finally couldn't suppress his anger, and Dogo's face flushed red from his words.

“Short!”

Dropping the grenade launcher with a roar, Dogo's armor was burst open by his suddenly swelling muscles, the so-called 'clothing explosion'. His beard and hair also quickly turned blood red. Then, bending down, he pressed his hand into the blood on the ground, and raised both hands, using the viscous blood to turn his hair into a sky-piercing mohawk. At this moment, the dense tattoos seemed like some kind of parasite, carving strange marks on his muscular body, full of ancient barbaric aura.

“Hmm?”

Marbas felt something was wrong. The aura of this short person began to become dangerous. It retreated slightly, adding another sword to its hand. The eyes on the lion-like head stared intently at this small thing.

It didn't know what was happening to the other party. The Hearthkin, even in the warp, were a group of unfamiliar races. They used various means to isolate themselves from the Sea of Souls, but it could feel that the other party's body seemed to be boiling, a power similar to psychic energy but even more stubborn and firm, but unfortunately, it didn't know much about the short people.

Staring at the Daemon Prince, Dogo then gently unbuckled his storage belt. A golden and flaming dragon-headed battleaxe appeared in his hand with a flash. This axe was so huge that it was almost as tall as him.

Suddenly, the short person turned his head and roared at Rozim:

“Hey! Fatty! Are you just going to watch? Come and help!”

“Huh? Me? I don't have any gear! You look pretty awesome right now——”

Rozim, holding Slaanesh, was stunned for a moment. At this moment, a sword was suddenly thrown in front of him, diagonally stuck in the ground. Rozim turned his head to look in the direction the sword came from, and found that it was actually the mysterious young man. The other party was still confronting that Greater Daemon.

Then he retracted his gaze and looked at the two-handed sword. It seemed to be a very ancient thing. The hilt was composed of two dragon-like creatures coiled around each other, both holding rubies in their mouths. The blade, covered in mysterious symbols, was very huge, and didn't seem to be for mortals at all. Even Rozim, who was close to an Astartes in build, looked small holding it.

But there was no choice. Dogo probably couldn't deal with this thing alone. He put down Slaanesh, grabbed the hilt, and then a force surged into his arm, allowing him to easily pick up this giant sword.

A human, a short person, stood in front of the Daemon Prince.

“For the ancestor Vulkangrumnyr! For death! For vengeance!”

“For whatever the hell, die!”

The two roared and rushed up. Marbas sneered, preparing to take off, when a large foot descended from the sky, forcing it to raise its sword.

Boom!

With a loud noise, the Daemon Prince gritted his teeth and let out a low roar, still being forced half a meter into the ground. At this moment, the ground behind it suddenly exploded, and a strange machine drilled out, with the screeching Culexus Assassin standing on it. It controlled Adun-1 to poke at the Daemon Prince's butt, only to be blocked by the opponent turning around.

At this moment, Rozim and Dogo also rushed up. The Hearthkin first chopped at the foot with an axe. Marbas tried to kick the opponent away, but this short thing suddenly became incredibly strong. It was as if it had kicked a block of iron. Not only did it not kick it away, but two of its toes were chopped off. Angered, it roared and smashed the flail at the opponent, but Dogo directly blocked it with the axe, although his legs also sank into the ground all the way to the knees.

At this moment, Rozim slashed out with his sword, the giant sword whistling as it struck the Daemon Prince's knee, immediately splashing a large amount of pus and emitting black smoke. Marbas staggered back.

“Ancient weapon! How could you——”

The Daemon Prince dragged its injured leg and turned into a cloud of smoke, instantly appearing dozens of meters away. Then it raised its hand and summoned a ball of ember storm, scattering them into several shining vortices and throwing them towards the rapidly approaching Dogo. The vortices of ash swirling in mid-air instantly condensed into a giant fire dragon.

“Grant me death and honor!”

Dogo raised the axe above his head and leaped towards the dragon with a laugh.

Fire and Hearthkin collided, exploding into a huge fireball. As if mad, Dogo burst out laughing and leaped out of the fireball, blood gushing from one side of his cheek. The flames bursting from his eyes and axe blade were the same light, and the tattoos and symbols on his body were also flashing.

He crashed into the Daemon Prince, cutting through its dazzling armor and carving fountains of flame from its flesh.

The beast staggered back in anger and shock, spreading its wings.

At this moment, something even more terrifying happened to it. The Greater Daemon it wanted to summon seemed to have been banished by an insignificant mortal. Jagged holes gradually appeared where it had been left, and gradually disintegrated.

With a sudden scream, the Greater Daemon collapsed inward, as if being sucked into a center, and then disappeared.

The Daemon Prince didn't notice how any of this happened.

Marbas shuddered. It didn't know if this was a little trick from the Changer of Ways, but it knew that today's matter was probably difficult to accomplish. At this time, there was only one best choice——

Run!