Being able to withstand a blow and gain the upper hand only proved that it was far stronger than an ordinary Greater Daemon.
Golden light flashed, and the angel vanished from her spot once more. In an instant, the holy sword burning with golden flames in her hand carved out more than a dozen arcs, aimed at the Beast Emperor's massive body.
This War Machine, forged using the pinnacle of Gene Engineering, possessed extraordinary perception and reflexes beyond the reach of ordinary flesh-and-blood creatures. The Orc Emperor had not even noticed the Holy Spirit Angel's near-light speed, yet in that instant, instinct guided his body to make the most reasonable response,
intercepting all of Celestine's attacks.
The dense clang of metal rang out. Man and beast seemed to become a whirlwind, sweeping across the vast battlefield. Celestine, faster and more agile, held the upper hand, luring the Orc Emperor into rampaging through the Orcs and Daemon Engines. Wherever the whirlwind passed, even heavily armored
Ork Bosses and powerful Daemon Engines alike were torn apart and destroyed in an instant.
Watching the two powerful fighters clash, Vashtor's eyes flickered. In the end, he reluctantly lowered his staff and slowly retreated into the Warp Rift.
He had survived in peace for so long by following one principle: lie low!
Before a battle, he weighed the risks and rewards. When it came to troublesome types like the subordinates of the Four Chaos Gods, it was best to avoid them whenever possible. As for insignificant nobodies who dared bare their teeth at him, he simply slapped them to death.
The moment the Holy Spirit Angel descended, Vashtor had already decided to retreat. He had no intention of antagonizing the Imperium of Man—not when that might draw the Emperor's attention.
In fact, his strategy had