Daemon Serindal looked somewhat complicatedly in the direction from which Quan Tiehua's vanished figure and voice came from within the passage.
But then an even louder voice came from there, nearly driving him into a rampage on the spot.
"There's that demon too. Are you staring at your master's asshole? Look at you, staring so intently, getting played by your own master like a dog. I reckon that even if your master had Old K's demons line up to take turns, just watching from the side would still be the peak and most glorious moment of your life... Just letting you smell it, damn it, would already count as... Mm. Mm." The whisper, even more demonic and evil than a demon, abruptly stopped.
It turned out that the Battle-Brothers around him had covered his mouth with their hands and feet, then dragged him away toward the target location.
That voice, more demonic than a demon's whisper, was like demonic music piercing their ears, nearly making their brains explode.
They had no idea how many times they had muttered, "The Emperor is above, Emperor protect."
At that moment, within the Sea of Souls, the Cold Sun was no longer cold. Instead, it radiated an emotion that made people feel utterly helpless.
In another incomparably beautiful purple castle palace, an enchanting figure seated on the throne remained silent. Even the demons around her, who had still been enjoying themselves, stopped dancing and indulging, becoming as quiet as cicadas in winter.
On the land scorched like magma, atop the Brass Throne at the very center, that figure stroked his chin. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with appreciation.
In another space, the feathered Little Blue Bird cackled. "This is part of the plan."
At that moment, in a garden, the fat green fellow was stewing soup while his mind wandered elsewhere, wondering what kind of species the new life born from the union of Old K and Sister S would be.
For a time, the entire Sea of Souls fell silent. Even the normally bustling Sea of Souls in the warp quieted down at that moment.
This scene instantly gave hope to some Navigators aboard ships lost in the warp, and they returned to the real world one after another.
The Chief Librarian, who had been flung away by a tentacle, felt the calm warp and his eyes lit up.
He then turned and quickly withdrew from the battlefield, simultaneously gathering his psychic power in preparation to teleport away.
"Ah—"
A furious roar echoed through realspace, while the corresponding warp also churned with violent waves of chaotic power.
Daemon Serindal threw his head back and roared. At that moment, he was so furious that he had reached the absolute limit. He had not felt such emotions in so many years. They were emotions that had probably only appeared when he possessed a mortal body, but after tens of thousands of years of time passing, he had nearly forgotten them.
After the fury passed, those negative emotions rebounded and made him enjoy them to the extreme. Pleasure and pain intertwined.
"I'll kill you."
His anger made him want to return to his complete form. However, he had not undergone a summoning ritual using sacrificial offerings in the real world. He had merely forced his way through the warp and into realspace by relying on Slaanesh's power.
As a result, his strength had not reached its peak, so he could not restore his complete form.
This sudden psychic impact not only interrupted the Chief Librarian, who had already teleported halfway, but also interrupted Chapter Master Affos, who had been overjoyed because communications had just been restored.
Since the teleportation had been interrupted, the Chief Librarian's heart immediately seized up at the occurrence of such a dangerous accident.
But when he opened his eyes, the surroundings left him somewhat dazed.
A clear sky, warm sunlight, a gentle breeze, level grassland, and green mountains in the distance all showed that this was a Garden World.
Looking down, he found himself completely unharmed, with no injuries or awkward incident of being stuck inside a wall.
The good news: the teleportation had been completely safe.
The bad news: it had taken him to some unknown kind of world.
Daemon Serindal moved incredibly fast. A tentacle shot straight toward Quan Tiehua and the others like an arrow.
But just as he and the massed Noise Marines were nearly gathered at the evacuation exit,
Quan Tiehua, still on the way out, pulled a remote control from his waist and slammed the red button on it.
Two seconds of silence.
Then every surviving creature aboard the entire ship felt violent shaking and jolting.
At that moment, a violent explosion instantly melted the floor of the bridge. It even blasted through the dome, and the air immediately rushed out into space.
The terrifying explosion blasted from the armor plating at the bottom of the ship all the way to the bridge at the top.
Everyone aboard the Blood Angels saw a puzzling sight.
The ship in the distance looked as though it had been hit by a torpedo. It rose diagonally from the bridge, a violent explosion erupted in the middle, and then it suddenly buckled upward.
But it did not split apart. Instead, it deformed. The pressure difference between the inside and outside, created by enormous cracks and holes, caused countless objects to be blown out by the rushing air.
"Did we fire a torpedo?" one of the century-old veterans left behind asked, puzzled, as he looked at the mortal officer beside him.
"No, my lord." The mortal officer honestly raised his head and answered.
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The explosion was truly terrifying. It blasted most of the Noise Marines gathered in the bridge into ashes.
The remaining Noise Marines were more fortunate, being blown into space by the airflow.
Daemon Serindal in particular had been blown into a mass of mangled flesh. Though he had suffered severe injuries, the power of the warp was still rapidly healing him.
Clatter.
The sound of debris being kicked aside rang out as Quan Tiehua raised his Power Sword and pounced directly at Daemon Serindal.
Daemon Serindal had just turned his head when he saw a Power Sword glowing with blue light stab into his chest.
Then it pierced straight through.
"Ah—"
The pained howl, combined with an even more violent psychic impact, nearly shook Quan Tiehua's weapon from his hands.
Those Melt Bombs had originally been prepared so he could give difficult enemies a really big surprise. He had not been sure whether he would actually get to use them, but there was always a chance.
He had not expected that he really would use them.
The tentacles shot toward him. After landing his blow, Quan Tiehua pulled the Power Sword upward, slicing from the chest to the shoulder in an instant, then rolled backward with the Power Sword and landed on the ground.
That strike had practically severed Daemon Serindal's entire arm.
"Bastard, I'll kill you."
As he spoke, the tentacles shot forward. But in the next second, countless bolts struck them. His severe injuries had left him weakened, reducing his psychic power as well, and his psychic shield had not activated at that moment. Countless bolts blasted the tentacles into sprays of flesh and blood.
Taking a closer look, it turned out that Chapter Master Affos had rushed over. He had used his Magnetic Boots to anchor himself to the ship, then concentrated fire on this location.
"Demon. Go back to your warp."
Brothers, Chapter Thirteen got held up in review. Please understand. It'll take at least two days to get through.
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