Chaos Gods: How nauseating, I can't breathe

Chaos Gods: What a... urgh, I can't breathe!

"Warp parasites, have a taste of my enchanted attack!"

A faintly sinister edge appeared in Ron's smile.

He controlled the mechanical arm imbued with high-intensity holy Psyker Power and thrust it at Daemon Angron's head.

"No..."

Daemon Angron watched the scene unfold, his pupils abruptly constricting as Fear welled up inside him.

Even from within the warp, the Chaos Gods could sense the stench and danger of that mechanical arm.

It was no ordinary holy Psyker Power, but highly compressed holy Psyker Power.

Savior's Territory had used the Warp Extraction Device to draw energy from the Holy Sun, added a small amount of The Emperor's skeletal molecules, and then compressed it over and over.

It could be called carefully brewed and fermented holy energy, capable of inflicting enormous damage on Chaos.

A huge hole had appeared in Daemon Angron's chest because of the holy Psyker Power beam.

Under the control of the Chaos Gods, he immediately gave up his attack and turned his head, trying to avoid the mechanical arm.

Compared to the holy energy beam, the mechanical arm's attack was even more dangerous. He absolutely could not be hit by that thing, or it would all be over!

This was their shared thought. If the beam just now had been pure damage, then this attack was a foul-smelling strike attached with the concept of holiness.

"This is blasphemy and humiliation against the true gods of the warp!"

"Gah, fate will curse you..."

The Chaos Gods cursed that Savior in their hearts. The other party was so shameless, so malicious.

That Cursed One, the Master of Mankind, was already on the brink of death, and the Chaos Gods' attitude had been not to provoke him if they could avoid it.

Letting that