A laugh?
Sviet sensed that something was off.
But there was no time to think about exactly what was wrong. These people had come here to wreak havoc, so driving them back and holding this place was what mattered most. Everything else had become far less important.
The Harlequins' assault drew a massive amount of fire.
The pressure on the guards abruptly intensified.
And as the pressure on the guards increased, the Harlequins brought in even more Chaos daemons.
These Slaanesh daemons moved across the battlefield as if no one could stop them. They were almost impossible to intercept.
"When did these Ynnari clowns get into Commorragh?"
"My lord, it isn't just the Ynnari clowns. The defenses in Block Thirty on the western side have been breached. We need help from the Wych Cult!"
"Has Lord Valde been informed?"
"We are informing Lord Valde now."
As the Aeldari warriors on the battlefield struggled, the Slaanesh daemons, accompanied by the casting of Slaaneshi sorcery and the inscribing of blasphemous psychic runes, began altering the terrain before them. Slaanesh's gaze seemed to pierce straight through the Warp, stabbing into their bodies and seeing the souls hidden within.
Every soul touched by Slaanesh's gaze seemed to be drained away, rapidly becoming shriveled and feeble. Some even seemed to forget how to resist.
The Aeldari warriors whose souls had been taken let out shrill roars. The color drained from their faces as if sucked away by some force, leaving them ashen. Even their limbs began to wither.
The soulless Aeldari warriors did not die. Their souls had already been claimed by Slaanesh.
What remained were merely shriveled shells. Though they could still move by instinct, they would soon perish completely after losing their life force.
"These bastards!"
"They deserve to die!"
"Lord Sviet, something