Slaugth's King?

The surface of Rangdan's main star.

With a flick of his wrist, Nimrod caused the spinning blade of the Sword of Vaul to churn, Brain-Eaters's Crystal Longsword slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground.

He raised his arm, and golden light rose up, "Imprisonment" it within the amber.

Just as Nimrod was about to take a step forward, the Communication Bead hummed. He raised his hand and pressed it, and Anakaris Scoria's mechanical, synthesized voice came through.

"My lord, a large underground facility has been discovered in the mountains of the southeastern part of the planet."

"The two Primarch have also arrived here and entered the underground."

"Signal markers," Nimrod instructed.

"Transmitted."

Nimrod will receive the signal marker and send it to his private pilot, Nelson.

"Prepare for flight."

Nimrod, along with seven others including Akurduana, boarded the Stormbird and flew towards the location marked by the runes.

His gaze swept across the observation window, overlooking the battlefield below.

The red of Xana spread across the battlefields, Mechanicum Custodians Forge World on the land of Rangdan.

They cried out the name of the God of All Machines, unleashing the flames of Phosphor Weapons and releasing the fury in their hearts.

They used radiation weapons without restraint, turning hordes of enemies into charred corpses.

The black "Shadow of Order" remains a formidable force on the battlefield, with 105,000 men across four Chapter, more than the 83,000 men of the gray "Iron Warriors".

The Worm Charm leaped and bounded, Brain-Eaters collapsed, powerless.

The front row of the Tripod Walker, some of which are new experimental products equipped with Squats Shield-Weave technology, are deflected by beam attacks from the bone- Bone-Eater.

From the "Iron Warriors '" position, beams of energy of different colors continuously rose, as weapons created under Perturabo's leadership targeted the Xenos's energy shields.

A large number of white motorcycles and speedboats equipped with a certain proportion of them roam the edge of the battlefield, launching hunts.

"Father, one kilometer from the target."

As Nelson pointed out, the Stormbird's narrow observation window revealed a deep entrance.

Thousands of constructs of various shapes and sizes, with their bent arms waving, unleashed beams of deadly light towards the red-robed Mechanicum Custodians.

A dozen or so winged soldiers hovered around a structure, and the molten flow spewed by the Phosphor Destroyer burned its bizarre body to ashes.

Nimrod's eyes flashed; [There are so many constructs.]

Each construct requires a significant amount of resources to build, and Slaugth Destroyer can possess them; typically, there are only a few.

The constructs we encountered in Bal Savor and Thramas before were not this large.

Moreover, he did not see Perturabo or Jaghatai, suggesting there might be other underground entrances.

Two possibilities: a large gathering place for Slaugth, or...

[Kings and similar beings.]

The Primarch opened the hatch, his eyes flashing with light and shadow, and surging Warp energy flowed like a tide.

He drew the Spear of Dionysus from behind his back, infusing it with immense Psionic Energy power.

A dazzling Lance pierced the sky, tearing apart the fiery red heavens, making the entire Rangdan clearly visible.

The "Baron of Corruption" suddenly swung his Spear, and a thunderbolt struck down.

The Spear of Dionysus struck one of the densely packed structures at its center, and it raised its four bladed arms to block.

Bang!

Upon impact, the structure was crushed into dust.

The Spear of Dionysus slammed into the ground without pausing for even a moment. The residual force of the Psionic Energy shockwave remained undiminished.

Rumble!

The Psionic Energy shockwave spread like bubbles, tearing more than a dozen constructs to pieces and overturning dozens more.

Anakaris raised the Wodiah Scepter, and as soon as the head of the scepter leaped into the light, it was immediately overshadowed by an even brighter light.

The Electronic Familiar hovering beside him recorded this scene, and he felt fortunate. If he had used the old Scanner Array, it would not only have been unable to record, but it would have also burned out due to the energy exceeding its capacity.

The analysis module of the Strategist Array was flooded with a large amount of data, and it took twelve iterations to return to normal.

My lord, you are so strong.

When will my Strategist Array possess the same level of destructive power?

Balsa Kuturi, the strategist for the 19th Army Corps, had just reached the hatch when he saw the light leaping up.

He stared down, suddenly felt dizzy, his knees buckled, and he knelt on the ground, retching inside his helmet.

At the same time, inside another passage leading deep underground.

The Shaman behind Jaghatai, Togutai Yesugei, then knelt down with a thud.

Jaghatai's sword paused briefly, then spun rapidly, slicing through the construct's flesh.

He kicked the construct away, then helped his Heavenly Shaman up and asked with concern.

"Togutai, what's wrong?"

Yesugei vomited two mouthfuls of mucus, feeling as if his stomach had been emptied, and his face turned deathly pale.

"Great Khan..." Yesugei said with difficulty.

The Chogoris people called Jaghatai the Great Khan, meaning the Khan of Khans, to distinguish him from the Khans of other tribes.

"A powerful Psyker..." Yesugei could Yesugei clearly feel the impact from just now, even from tens of kilometers away, indicating that it did not belong to the level of the Astartes Librarian.

Only Lord Magnus and Nimrod among the Primarch can use it, and Lord Sanguinius is said to be able to passively foresee the future.

He believed that the Great Khan also possessed latent Psionic Energy abilities, but these had not yet been activated.

With Lord Magnus absent from Rangdan, there is only one person capable of unleashing such powerful Psionic Energy.

"Lord Nimrod, unleash your attack!"

He looked into the depths of the winding passage and continued.

"Deep underground, a powerful and evil being exists, whose will has disrupted the natural order."

On the surface, Nimrod ascended to the third level of Thelema Mindset as he hurled the Spear of Dionysus.

As expected, Slaugth's evil will swept in, pounding on the Mind Gate.

His isolated island of the soul trembled in the tsunami; his face paled slightly, his temples Shoota, and his body felt icy cold.

Better to be Tear of Silence.

But it's stronger than any of the previous Slaugth we've encountered.

As expected, it's someone like a king.

Nimrod glanced at the thirty-three Silence Amulet encircling his waist, then bent down and landed on the ground.

"Barbarian" Zadkiel, supporting Balthasar, leaped out of the cockpit.

"Zadkiel, I'm alright."

Balthasar felt the evil will recede like a tide; he ripped off his helmet and felt his mind clear considerably.

He didn't draw his Force Staff; his experience with Slaugth made him hesitant to use Psychic Weapons.

He held a Bolt Pistol in one hand and a Force Sword with its Psychic Field not activated in the other.

The "Lawyer" took a sudden step forward, following Lord Nimrod's instructions, leaping into the air and delivering the simplest "Osberh-Vaya" first thrust.

The sword, forged from Psyker Crystal, pierced the open, pale, stalk-like fleshy body, tearing open the gaping Great Maw of fangs brimming with bestial ferocity.

As the "Lawyer" descended, it fired a series of explosive shells at the open maw of the construct.

The bomb detonated inside the structure's vulnerable interior, splattering pale flesh everywhere.

Glenn Worsotto gazed at Lord Nimrod's imposing back, watching the shimmering golden force field, and activated his Power Fist.

Glenn strode forward, his father's Hand of Dominion sometimes overlapping with Lord Nimrod's figure, sometimes flashing past each other.

The golden light overwhelmed the blue, and the "Arbiter" followed Lord Nimrod's movements, waving his arm.

Lord Nimrod has a single fist on his left arm, while the "Arbiter" has both arms.

The "Arbiter" slammed out his right fist, the force field hissing as it deflected the tendrils and blades swung by the Warrior Construct, allowing Glenn to continue Mimicry and following Lord Nimrod's movements.

The "Arbiter" raised his left arm and slammed it into the pale body of the construct.

Pale flesh exploded and splattered, landing beside Zadkiel, the leader of the "Word Bearers" Chapter Master, "Scions of the Quill."

The "Barbarian" was a head taller than before, and he strode forward wearing Saturnine Terminator Prototype tailor-made for him by the "Shadow of Order" Tech Sergeant.

Feeling the power surging through his body, he moved forward at a pace only slightly slower than Balthasar, whose armor was thin. Zadkiel silently praised Lord Nimrod.

He had recently reported his growth and changes to his father, who, in his reply, emphasized that his devout faith in the Emperor had earned him a reward from the power of faith.

Lorgar also acknowledged the "achievements" of his descendants in successfully promoting Chaplain in the "Shadow of Order".

The "Barbarian" let out a Roar of Fury, abandoning his former ornate blade and wielding a shrill Chainsword, slashing at the swaying construct.

Pale flesh churned, disgusting pus mixed with blood, cascading down the Chainsword like a waterfall, splashing onto the glass-like ground with a piercing shriek.

Four Bio-Mastiff, emitting low growls, passed over the blood on the ground.

Two Bio-Mastiff leaped up and bit into the arm of the Warrior Construct.

She crashed headfirst into him, then jumped away as the tendrils lashed out.

The last Bio-Mastiff leaped up, and in the instant it passed the construct, it threw the Armor-Piercing Grenade held in its paws into the mouth surrounded by sharp blades.

Galan Surak, the Apothecary of the "War Hounds" Legion, opened and closed his lips.

At the sound of whistles, four Bio-Mastiff, driven by their "Beast Tamer," pounced on their next prey.

Zo Sahar followed closely behind Nimrod. He saw blue and white light swirling like ribbons, golden light leaping, and his eyes shone brightly.

A spark of inspiration danced in the "Midnight Poet's" mind, and he blurted it out.

"The descended the Monarch of Vostonia illuminates the dark skies of the Hive World;"

The father of "Shadow of Order," the one who reshaped the Reapers;

The eternal victor of humanity's enemies, the glorious triumph;

The Conqueror of Xenos, the destroyer of Rangdan...

The "Midnight Poet's" chants are like lullabies, echoing softly.

The surrounding crowd was momentarily dazed, as if they could see the tranquil moonlight and the peaceful, Peace rippling lake.

The constructs' senses blurred, and their bodies slowed down.

Zo Sahar scoffed when he saw the Warrior Constructs slow down their movements as they wielded their tendril blades, Harvester Constructs ' firing rate decrease for a moment.

"A Xenos construct that doesn't understand the appreciation of poetry."

He attributed the less-than-expected results entirely to the semi-organic, semi-inorganic nature of life, ignoring the fact that he was merely a clumsy poet who had hastily picked up poetry to gain power.

The tranquil verses reached Lucius's ears, bringing him back from the exhilaration of wildly wielding his sword.

The "Brawler" suddenly remembered the goal he had set for himself before the battle, and he changed his sword-wielding technique from two hands to one.

The blades spun, as if five sharp swords were dancing simultaneously.

Ding ding ding...

Amidst a series of collisions, the tendrils and blades of the Warrior Construct were deflected.

The "Brawler" leaped up like Raptors, swinging his left fist repeatedly.

The Purple Power Gauntlet struck the pale body repeatedly, and amidst the explosions like firecrackers, flesh and skin flew everywhere.

Lucius felt a series of explosions within his body, clenched his fists, and looked at Akurduana.

I've finally caught up with you.

In Akurduana's hands, the restored Athena's Blade has had its abstract ancient Greece runes replaced with Kaser runes.

Thierry Viera commissioned his swordsmiths to forge Force Sword for his worthy adversary, as he looked forward to facing Akurduana once more.

Akurduana is also looking forward to the day they face off again, but now he has a new goal.

"Sir, please hand him over to me."

"Good."

With permission granted, the "Weapon Master" charged toward Slaugth.

The "Weapon Master" spun around, dodging the beams of light shot from the Necrotic Staff.

The First Court Swordsman danced gracefully, like a dancer in the Purple Phoenix Palace.

Timur, the "Weapon Master," swung his staff from the middle, knocking it aside and leaving the Slaugth Destroyer wide open.

The "Weapon Master" leaped into the air, dodging the worm-like arm that lashed out. Athena's back.

The "Weapon Master" continuously swung, jumped, and parried attacks.

"Meat chunks," Slaugth's speechpiece uttered in broken Low Gothic, barely audible, "Slippery."

The moment the inappropriate adjective "Weapon Master" rang out, Athena's sword flashed, the cross hilt hooking the Necrotic Staff and flicking it away from Slaugth's hand.

The jewel-encrusted blade spun rapidly, and the bodies of the giant worms scattered quickly.

Beyond the Veil, in the Empyrean, the gazes of two beings were fixed on Akurduana.

The storm's blades danced, filling them with praise and joy.

The storm abruptly stopped, the explosion of Armor-Piercing Grenade shattering their enjoyment.

They were not angered; their gazes were drawn to two extraordinary Warriors deep underground.