Vorx swung his scythe calmly.
After experiencing enough battles, fighting had become a kind of instinct, like heartbeat, like breathing. He no longer felt happy with every swing of the scythe, nor was he terrified when the enemy's sword brushed against his face.
He just fought—and then chopped his enemies' heads off.
Vox's eyes were calm, as calm as if he was reviewing a document, and his opponent was obviously angry at his expression.
Lucius yelled in anger and swung the rope on his right arm towards Vox.
To be fair, Slaanesh's forces will be faster, while the Death Guard will be slower.
Vox ignored him. The scythe in his hand flashed with cold light, knocking away Eidolon's thunder hammer. Lucius's long whip hit Vox's breastplate.
A whip that could tear a Space Wolf apart! But it only left a white mark on Vorx's armor.
Without even looking, Vox pulled back his scythe and shot a banshee in the head with a blunt force weapon.
There was not even a trace of contempt on his face, which further angered Lucius. Lucius bared his black gums and the sword in his hand danced a beautiful shadow.
But what annoyed him was that the seemingly slow Walkers coincidentally blocked his attacks with his sickle every time!
Vorx glanced at the Death Guard veterans who had already begun fighting fiercely with the Slaanesh army. They were all survivors of the Garden of Nurgle.
Except for him who was given emergency treatment by Hades, the rest of the Death Guard veterans were more or less stained with inhuman shapes, their armor had become bone-like, and insect-like eyes were revealed in their broken helmets.
But they are strong enough.
The minions of Slaanesh were like weeds under the Death Guard's scythes. Their heads were cut off before they could scream. The Death Guard advanced silently in tacit understanding.
Most warriors would feel fear, vomit, or other negative emotions in front of the Chaos army - but not these Death Guard, they have been in the garden long enough.
They did not favor a rapid advance, but the front line was slowly pushing back at a steady pace.
The sickles flashed with alien green light and were decorated with white bones. Mist and bullets splashed, and the screams of the noise warriors seemed to be cut off in the silent fog.
The expressionless Death Guard swung their scythes, and in the eyes of others, they smashed the heads of the purple guys in a rough and dull manner.
Suddenly, a sonic boom sounded! The drums of war were beating rapidly, and the army of Slaanesh was moving very fast. They tried to break through the battle line quickly, and the hooves of the Slaanesh horses scratched the deck -
The squadron leader in the Death Guard blew the whistle, and the molten stream instantly illuminated the fog!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The bloody and hot clots smashed against the bone-white iron wall, and then quickly faded under the cover of the white mist, turning into a boring black and brown.
Vox pulled his gaze back, and as expected, he saw Lucius, who was almost furious. Lucius swung a whip at his helmetless face!
They might not know why Walker didn't wear a helmet, Walker thought.
He squatted down and swept the sickle directly, breaking the calves of Eidolon and Lucius in the middle at the same time. Without any hesitation, Walkers stood up and smashed down with the sickle, causing Lucius' face to burst.
Vox wanted them to see clearly that he killed them as calmly as he approved official documents.
Then Vox turned around and shot Eidolon, who was trying to crawl away, dead.
Before he turned around, he knew that Lucius had gotten up again, because Lucius's screams sounded again -
The speed was incredibly fast, and Vorx was already certain that Slaanesh was in this vast ocean.
This was faster than Nurgle resurrecting the Nurglings in the garden. Vorx frowned, as if he realized what Slaanesh was trying to do.
Take Aisha while Mortarion and Hades are absolutely unable to sense the Endurance.
Vox tilted his head, and Lucius's whip just brushed his cheek, leaving a few bloodstains.
!
Lucius' power has grown!
Vox turned suddenly,
clang!
The scythe blocked Lucius' sword, and the force transmitted from the scythe was obviously much greater. Vox felt that the blessing of Slaanesh on Lucius was increasing!
Not good - Vorx looked at Fabius in the distance, who had been trying to summon - he hoped it wasn't Slaanesh directly, that was ridiculous.
But in fact, the concentration of Slaanesh in this space was rapidly increasing, and the gray walls of the Endurance were stained with a light pink and purple.
Vox gave a look, and the captain who was clearing the other noise fighters beside him immediately made a gesture.
In small teams, every three Death Guards gathered together, with spikes protruding from the battle line, shield guards leading the way, scythes extending from behind the shield wall, and the battle line began to move forward.
The target is the altar of Fabius.
—Ding! Ding ding ding ding!!!
Vox swung his scythe and drew his attention back, no longer allowing Lucius's sword to hit him.
Lucius' attacks are faster and faster!
An extremely angry expression appeared on the face of the Chosen One of Slaanesh, but he found that no matter how he attacked, the seemingly slow-moving Vorx could always take his sword!
how so!!
A beautiful scythe spinning strike! Vox used the momentum to kick backwards, pushing Eidolon away.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Eidolon flew out directly, knocking down countless Slaanesh demons on the road, and almost fell to the ground at the feet of Fabius in the distance.
Vox continued to turn around and fight with Lucius.
Fabius took a deep breath and saw Lucius almost completely submerged in a sea of bones, and Eidolon under his feet.
He was sure they had died dozens of times, but each time the blessing of Slaanesh had brought them back to their feet.
Their only advantage now is that the Death Guard's own "master" is not here yet, and there are very few psykers within the Death Guard, while Slaanesh is in this warp - Bayer also brought enough psykers.
but-
Fabius looked up at the Death Guards who were slowly moving towards him. He almost broke into a sweat; these guys who had no reaction were almost like dead people.
He saw the screaming Seeker and its Slaanesh horse smashed into the Death Guard's shield wall, dripping with lust and blood. He also saw the screaming Slaanesh demon being blasted in the head by a Death Guard's sickle.
As for those little-known secret keepers, after happily harvesting a few heads, they would immediately be surrounded by the Death Guard squad and hunted down in a targeted manner.
Fabius wiped the sweat from his forehead. He knew very well what his army looked like.
Once the battle lasts longer and the effect of the drugs wears off, these crazy people who are high will soon be defeated!
But now, Fabius frowned as he looked at the lustful runes on the altar. Slaanesh wanted him to get closer to Aisha's cage! Only in this way could He truly appear!
Close to Elsa's cage
Fabius looked back and saw that the Death Guard's front line had advanced a lot.
"… "
As if sensing his despair, Eidolon at Bayer's feet suddenly screamed, and the huge sonic attack was deafening. Eidolon's mouth swayed wildly and gushed out pink and white foam.
The foam splashed on the altar, and the altar beside them began to shine,
The slender and graceful figure slowly stood up, colorful light flashed across the scales, and elegant long thorns were exposed. The concept that was swallowed by Hades ten thousand years ago reappeared after ten thousand years of sedimentation and accumulation!
Xia Laxi Demonic Disaster!
No - this is not exactly the same as the demonic calamity that killed him ten thousand years ago. Slaanesh has reshaped him. He is no longer a demon targeting the Eldar. Now every inch of his skin and every muscle is forged against the Death Guard!
However, this is not the end yet. Beside Slaanesh's most favored child are Amnak, the Lord of Hosts, Zarachneel, the Angel of Despair, and Manushya, the newcomer...
One after another, blasphemous figures stood out from the hazy purple.
With a random poke of the spikes, the six noise warriors who were enthusiastically shouting "Queen" immediately fell under the demon.
+Follow my beat.+
Demon Disaster said coquettishly, and glanced at Fabius again, his tone colder.
+Hurry up and get to the point, you don't have much time. +
Hades and Death may return at any time.
Without waiting for Fabius to react, the Demonic Scourge danced away briskly. It was Slaanesh's darling, the pinnacle of Slaanesh's work after that night. Its spear flicked lightly, and blood splattered six steps away.
At the same time, the other Great Secret Keepers also began their own massacre, using pincers and whips, and their phantom purple scales splattered with blood.
Inspired by the Keeper of Secrets, the Noise Warriors began to shout, and the Slaanesh horses neighed as they followed the Grand Keeper of Secrets into the enemy camp. For a moment, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and purple light dispersed the white mist!
Not good!
Vox fiercely kicked away Lucius who was entangled with him again.
"defense!"
The two-faced man shouted angrily. At the same time, the golden fire from the collision of the sword and the spear lit up. Vox exerted force with both hands and the tip of the spear that was almost touching his nose was deflected.
The speed of the demonic disaster is too fast!
Vox had no choice but to protect his vital parts and resist Lucius's attacks from time to time.
The Demonic Disaster was obviously in a playful mood, and attacked Vorx from time to time as if teasing him, occasionally jumping long distances to create distance, and trying to harvest other Death Guards with a long whip.
"Where's your arrogance just now?!"
Lucius shouted, his eyes almost completely covered by a hazy white-purple, and his attacks became more and more fierce! Slaanesh personally coordinated with Xia Laxi's attack, and Vox fell into a disadvantage for a while.
+You look very durable, my darling! +
The demon laughed wantonly. Now it was their home turf. It used its long whip to wrap around Vorx and threw the Death Guard high up, but Vorx did not lose his balance.
Bang!
He hit the ground hard.
+shhh—+
Demonic disaster said,
+ Do you see the blessing of the Mistress of Pleasure here? Your master cannot give you a complete blessing. But I appreciate your persistence, little one, and you should come to the land of pleasure. +
Vox stood up calmly. He was not good at speaking and had nothing to say to this garbage.
"Maybe you should use your eyes correctly."
Vox said, tearing off the bandages and tying the sickle to his wrists,
"The army before you now has killed many great unclean ones,"
Vox said, he saw the Scourge looking around in annoyance - although the Keepers still seemed to have the upper hand, their speed had slowed down -
This is the most crucial point. Slaanesh's army prefers agility, but the speed they are proud of has been dragged down by the Death Guard.
The Death Guard that had initially fought with the Noise Marines and other Slaanesh warbands began to gather into basic units of seven, focusing on hunting down the Great Keepers.
Once one man fell, he was immediately replaced by Death Guard nearby fighting other Slaanesh forces.
In angry shock, Mozai saw that the newcomer Manushya's left hoof was cut with a wound that went deep into the bone marrow. Manushya staggered and fell down. In an instant, three Death Guards attacked the vital points of the Great Keeper at the same time!
"We will kill the Secret Keeper as well."
Vox spoke hesitantly, then dodged Lucius's sword, which just grazed his neck.
A sonic boom roared like an explosion!
"cough!"
Vox coughed, and looked at the demon. His free hand grasped the spear that pierced his chest. With his palm as the center, white ashes fell down -
The demon immediately drew back its spear, causing Vox to stumble. Lucius immediately swung his sword again, but Vox blocked the blow with his shoulder armor.
Demon Disaster looked at the spear covered with ashes with some shock. The part held by Vox seemed to be corroded.
Vorx took a deep breath. He was not a psyker - there weren't many psykers within the Death Guard, and this was a huge mistake.
But in fact, in an extremely high-intensity psychic battlefield, a think tank with slightly weaker capabilities will become an extremely unstable bomb.
Demon Disaster temporarily put Vox aside and went to support his other companions. With his slightly blurry eyes, Vox saw Demon Disaster tearing open a path for Eidolon and Fabius.
No—no!
Vox wanted to chase after him, but Lucius stopped him again with a hideous grin. Slaanesh almost tore off a piece of him for His Chosen One. In just over ten minutes, Vox could feel that Lucius's strength had increased by more than three times!
Some Death Guards chased after them, but their speed was slower than that of the Noise Warriors after taking drugs. On the other side, the Great Keepers who were rescued by the Demonic Scourge gathered together for the time being.
Instead of frolicking around in the enemy camp.
They looked much more miserable, but this made the Death Guard's attack more difficult.
The demon turned around again and rushed towards Vox.
"Is this the Thousand-Year Veteran? The former commander of the Death Guard is only this level."
Lucius laughed wildly and danced with his sword, attacking Vorcus together with the demonic disaster.
"Who just said we should fight two?!"
Vox was sure that he was a little unhappy, but at the same time, the strength of the Chief Demon and his own choice was too high, so he had to fight passively.
No, but that's not what Vox is worried about - the battle here can be dragged out until Death returns, but over there -
Over there! The direction where Eidolon and Fabius left! Vox saw that the Lord of Hosts Amnak had also followed!
It is still too difficult for the younger generation to deal with them!
Vox thought, but at the moment he was distracted, Lucius laughed and rolled the meat rope around his neck -
not good!
Vox wanted to make amends, but the expression on Lucius's face said that he would treasure his head.
"Die—"
Lucius' voice suddenly stopped and disappeared in the blood mist.
"You seem to be a very good prophet,"
Karas Typhon walked out from the corridor behind the Death Guard with a dead look on his face. He was not in the fearless form. He was wearing MK3 armor and carrying a scythe that was much larger than his body.
On the white helmet, the slowly fading frost was still stained with the grass leaves of Barbarus. It seemed that Karas had just come down from Barbarus's recruiting ground and had experienced an emergency psychic teleportation.
The long whip around Vox's neck slowly slid down, and Lucius' headless body fell down, while another angry Lucius stood up again from the pile of corpses nearby.
"After all, you accurately predicted your own death. This famous commander of the Emperor's Children, an outstanding swordsman, the beloved son of the Primarch Fulgrim, Lucius the Undying, I have to admire you very much."
Karas pulled out the mistletoe in a casual manner. The bandages tied to the scythe unravelled, and a spiritual light shone on it. Ashes and white mist spewed out at the same time.
Karas continued to speak slowly as he walked towards the front line, with seven Slaanesh soldiers being shot in the head with every step.
"But I still have to sigh at your appearance. You look even more exquisite than a Nurgling. Lucius, why? Without your Primarch to personally apply white skin cream on your noble little face, you have aged so quickly?"
Every time he paused, Karas would chant a spell quickly, but this did not stop him from continuing to output.
Lucius had completely given up on Vox and rushed towards Karas completely losing his mind.
The second most powerful wizard of the Death Guard glanced at him, and in a flash of white light, Lucius' head exploded again like a watermelon.
"You should ask your master, who doesn't even bother to fuck you, to give you a few more psionic shields."
Karas laughed contemptuously and signaled Vox to go and chase the army that rushed in. It was enough to keep Karas and the remaining troops. Karas could beat their intestines out.
This is the power of psykers - it deserves that Mortarion to restrict the development of Death Guard psykers every day. When it really comes to use, Karas rolled his eyes and decided that he had to do it.
"And you,"
Karas looked at the demon.
"Xalaxi Demon Disaster, right?"
Typhon said, waving his scythe and sending out countless white mists.
"You are a substitute,"
Karas said,
"The truly perfect Demon Disaster has long been swallowed by Hades. You are nothing more than an imitation, a memory piece made by your master. Do you really think you are a hero? The Demon Disaster back then could even fight Hades for a few moves—"
"Now… "
Karas sneered.
"Just fight with a jerk like me, don't embarrass yourself."
Vox opened his mouth, and when he saw that Mozai had also put him down, he rushed towards Karas in anger. Karas glanced at him impatiently and motioned for him to go inside and help quickly.
Vox nodded and immediately ordered people to chase Fabius and his group.
In terms of pure combat, Karas is not as good as Vox—but Karas can use psionic powers.
In this kind of venue, Karas would be much more useful than him, Walkers thought.
Karas waved his hand, and a raging poisonous flame immediately rose up. The white flame climbed up the bodies of these drug addicts, and they screamed continuously for a while.
The demonic disaster rushed over with a scream, a speed that was completely incapable of being captured by the naked eye—
But Karas only took a small step to the left, and the figure of the Great Secret Keeper passed by.
Karas suddenly threw the mistletoe in his hand behind him!
**Splash! Followed by the devil's scream of frustration,
"I'm different from these people,"
Karas said, kicking Lucius, who was paralyzed by the psychic power, to the ground again, and began to curse.
"Not only can I scold you bunch of hanged people, I also know a little bit of numerology, specifically in the form of predictions."
"I have been cursed by some evil thing in my life,"
Karas cursed, and mist continued to rise from his body. The fallen Death Guard stood up again. It was similar to the witchcraft that Mortarion used in the garden. Karas also had some psychic powers.
"Nurgle looks better than you in this fight with a bunch of ugly bastards like you."
"besides,"
Karas shook his hand violently, and psychic lightning exploded. It wasn't as cool and powerful as Hades', Typhon thought, but it was enough to deal with these drug addicts.
But he knew it was not that simple, Slaanesh was here, and Karas could figure it out with his toes (although he no longer had the original one) that because the Void Dragon had cut off the messages from Mortarion and the idiot, Slaanesh took advantage of the opportunity to sneak in.
The Dark Prince's desires were not small. Karas judged that Slaughter had almost brought down all of His power - what was He going to do
Break through the veil by force, bless it by force, and they will no longer need to do anything after that, Slaanesh will automatically decline, and may even be weaker than the crying Nurgle now.
But anyway... Karas thought,
"Slaanesh!!!"
He shouted, and almost at the same moment, he coughed up a mouthful of blood. He even felt like he was going to kneel down, but Karas trembled and supported himself with the mistletoe to keep himself standing.
It was quite powerful, Karas smiled self-deprecatingly, but he was not afraid, because Mortarion had beaten Nurgle before.
Since Slaanesh is destined to unleash all his strength anyway, he might as well let him consume some of it—and see if he can die at the same time.
But he was not stupid. Under the huge psychic pressure, Karas looked around and saw that almost all the soldiers were frozen for a moment because of his shout.
Karas had collected the history of the Emperor's Children ships during the Heresy.
Besides, he had wanted to curse for a long time.
"Do you think you will be favored by Hades?! I swear as Hades' best friend! Hades can watch Nurgle getting hard - but he won't do it to you! You disgust him more than Nurgle!"
Karas cursed.
(End of this chapter)