Cursing More Demonic Than Demons, More Evil Than Evil

Daemon Serindal's gaze was complex as it looked towards the direction where Quan Tiehua had disappeared within the corridor, yet his voice still echoed.

But then an even louder sound erupted, nearly driving it into a frenzy on the spot.

"And that demon. Are you looking at your master's ass? Staring so intently, like a dog being played by its own master. I reckon even if your master lined up all of Old K's demons... watching them would be the peak glorious moment of your entire life... to even smell it, it's all... mmph. mmph." The whisper, more demonic and evil than any demon, abruptly ceased.

It turned out that the Battle-Brothers surrounding it had all rushed to cover its mouth and were dragging it towards their target location to retreat.

This voice, more demonic than any demon's whisper, was like a deafening roar, nearly causing their brains to explode.

They didn't know how many times they had muttered "The Emperor Protects" and "Emperor above, Emperor bless."

And at this moment, within the Warp, the cold sun was no longer cold, radiating an emotion that made one feel utterly helpless.

In another exquisitely beautiful purple castle palace, a seductive figure seated on a throne remained silent. The surrounding demons, who had been reveling, also stopped their dancing and feasting, falling into a deathly hush.

And on the Brass Throne, at the center of the land that scorched like lava, that figure stroked its chin, a smile playing on its lips, its eyes filled with admiration.

In another space, a small, feathered Little Blue Bird chuckled, "This is part of the plan."

Meanwhile, in a garden, the fat, green creature was simmering a soup, lost in thought, pondering what kind of new life would be born from the union of Old K and Sister S.

For a moment, the entire Warp fell silent. Even the normally bustling Sea of Souls in the Warp calmed down at this instant.

This scene directly gave navigators aboard ships lost in the Warp a glimmer of hope, causing them to return to the real world one after another.

The Chief Librarian, flung away by a tentacle, felt the calm Warp and his eyes lit up.

He then turned and quickly retreated from the battlefield, simultaneously channeling his psychic energy to prepare for a teleportation to leave the area.

"Ah—"

A furious roar echoed through the real universe, and simultaneously, the corresponding Warp churned with intense Chaos energy.

Daemon Serindal roared to the heavens, utterly enraged. It hadn't felt this way in years; such emotions, likely experienced only in its mortal form, had been almost forgotten over tens of thousands of years of existence.

And after the rage, this negative emotion rebounded, bringing it extreme pleasure. A mingling of joy and pain.

"I will kill you."

Anger made it want to return to its complete form. However, it had not undergone the summoning ritual with a sacrifice in the real world, only forcefully breaking through the Warp to the real world using Slaanesh's power.

Therefore, its power had not reached its peak, making it unable to restore its complete form.

This sudden psychic shockwave not only interrupted the Chief Librarian, who was halfway through teleporting, but also disrupted Commander Affos, who had been rejoicing at the restored communication.

With the teleportation interrupted, the Chief Librarian's heart leaped into his throat at this dangerous incident.

However, as he opened his eyes, the surrounding environment left him stunned.

A clear sky, a warm sun, a gentle breeze. Gentle grasslands and distant green mountains all indicated that this was a garden world.

Looking down, he was completely unharmed, with no injuries or the sensation of being stuck in a wall.

Good news. The teleportation was safe.

Bad news. He had arrived, but in an unknown world.

Daemon Serindal moved with incredible speed, a tentacle shooting out like an arrow, flying directly towards Quan Tiehua and the others.

But just as it and the Noise Marines were about to gather in droves at the evacuation point.

Quan Tiehua, still in the process of retreating, reached for a remote control at his waist and pressed the red button with a forceful push.

Two seconds of silence.

Then, all surviving beings aboard the ship felt a violent tremor and turbulence.

On the bridge, a fierce explosion instantly melted the floor completely, even blasting through the dome, and air instantly flowed out into space.

The terrifying explosion tore from the ship's bottom armor plating all the way to the bridge at the top.

And aboard the Blood Angels, all personnel witnessed a puzzling sight.

The ship not far away seemed to have been hit by a torpedo, its bridge section tilting upwards at an angle, erupting in a violent explosion from the middle, then arching upwards.

But it didn't crack open; instead, it deformed. The immense pressure difference caused by the huge cracks and holes resulted in countless objects being spewed out by the airflow.

"Did we fire a torpedo?" a century-old veteran on guard asked a mortal officer beside him, confused.

"No, sir," the mortal officer replied, looking up honestly.

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This explosion was undeniably terrifying, directly turning most of the Noise Marines gathered on the bridge into dust.

The remaining Noise Marines were fortunately blown into space by the airflow.

Daemon Serindal, in particular, was blown into a bloody mess. Although severely wounded, the power of the Warp was still causing it to heal rapidly.

Clang.

The sound of shattering debris quickly echoed as Quan Tiehua, wielding a Power Sword, lunged directly at Daemon Serindal.

Daemon Serindal had just turned its head when it saw a Power Sword glowing with blue light pierce its chest.

It was then followed by a complete penetration.

"Ah—"

The pained howl, combined with an even more intense psychic shockwave, nearly made Quan Tiehua lose his grip.

Originally, these melt bombs were prepared to deal a massive blow to any troublesome enemies. Although he wasn't sure if they'd actually be needed, there was always a chance, right?

He hadn't expected them to actually be used.

Tendrils lashed out rapidly. Quan Tiehua struck true, raising his power sword upwards, instantly slicing from the chest to the shoulder. He then rolled backward with the power sword, landing on the ground.

This strike had nearly severed Daemon Serindal's entire arm.

"Bastard, I'm going to kill you."

As it spoke, tendrils lashed out rapidly. But the next second, countless bolters fired, striking these tendrils. Weakened by its severe injuries, its psychic powers were also diminished, and its psychic shield wasn't active at this moment. The barrage of bolters tore the tendrils to shreds.

Focusing his gaze, Quan Tiehua saw that it was Commander Affos who had arrived. He had anchored himself to the ship with magnetic boots and was now concentrating fire on the area.

"Demon. Get back to your Warp."

My brothers and sisters, Chapter 13 is under review. Please be understanding. It'll take at least two days to get through.

I feel like what I'm writing is really bad, but I can't pinpoint why. What do you all think?