Beyond the Mountains, Beyond the Sea, There Lived a Band of Smurfs (6)!

"Heh heh, Honored Primarch, who would live and who would die was still uncertain. Since we are the prophets of most holy Tzeentch, how could we not know how troublesome you are?" One slightly upturned blue-purple bird head said with a sneer.

"Hee hee, show yourselves, all of you, my Daemons of Tzeentch—" The other swaying blue-purple bird head let out a savage roar!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In an instant, terrifying psychic fluctuations, like wave after wave of ripples, abruptly blossomed throughout your field of vision.

Aside from Weaver of Fates Carlos standing atop the orbital platform,

eight winged Daemons of Tzeentch instantly appeared in the air around you!

At this moment, the contempt and mockery of all eighteen bird heads converged upon your enormous body!

You swiftly sensed boundless malice and layer upon layer of Chaos Psychic Energy enveloping your entire body.

Your bronze face, hidden behind the Skull Helmet, gradually tightened.

Yet your breathing rhythm and your two constantly beating hearts became increasingly steady and calm.

From the moment all nine Daemons of Tzeentch appeared before you,

you knew you were doomed.

Even Sanguinius, the angel acknowledged as the pinnacle of combat power among all Primarchs, might not have been able to slay nine Greater Daemons in succession!

But you also understood that you had no path of retreat. You could only fight to the death!

"Honored Primarch, surrender. We have said that as long as you are willing to hand over one thing, all Daemons of Tzeentch will immediately return to the depths of the Warp..." Weaver of Fates Carlos gently swayed the Ornate Scepter in his palm as streams of terrifying Chaos Psychic Energy gradually accumulated above his two bird heads.

"What the hell does Tzeentch want from me?"

You drew a deep breath and casually