A death beam struck the Beast King. Its thick, alloy-welded armor finally reached its limit and began crumbling apart in chunks.
By then, the Aeldari warriors surrounding the Orc Emperor had already reacted. More than a dozen Howling Banshee elites unleashed psychic blasts, stunning the Beast King for several seconds.
Those few seconds were enough to inflict devastating damage. Heavy weapons hammered the Beast King, and its shattered armor could no longer protect it. Its powerful body was torn apart in an instant.
"Die!"
A death beam pierced the Beast King's heart. In the instant before death, it unleashed strength beyond its limits and hurled the battle-axe in its hand. The weapon carved through the air with a howling gust.
The fierce killing intent made Meng Li's scalp tingle. This was a strike imbued with the Beast King's determination to kill. The WAAAGH! Field remaining around the Ork ruler gathered within it. In that instant, the Great Prophet's own Psionic Power was suppressed, and she glimpsed her own death.
"Rumble!"
A violent roar echoed through the battlefield. The Beast King was torn apart by a barrage of heavy weapons, reduced to bloody remnants. At almost the same moment, its chain-axe came crashing down amid a rain of severed limbs.
The Great Prophet Meng Li tumbled to the ground in a sorry state, terror still written on her face at how close she'd come to death. She had lived a life of comfort and had almost no experience of combat. When confronted with an unexpected crisis like this, her weakness had immediately shown.
If her two loyal guards hadn't shoved her aside at the last possible moment, she would have been the broken corpse lying on the ground.
With the Orc Emperor dead, the Orks still resisting on the battlefield collapsed