(Content warning: mildly nasty humor, mildly explicit content. Reader discretion advised.)
"Is this right?!!!"
Slaanesh's favored one was shrieking. The towering Serpent Daemon suddenly bent over, death rays barely grazing her scales before screaming into the ground and bursting in dazzling explosions.
Beside her, Vokes said nothing as he viciously kicked the towering Necron guard opposite him. The warrior blessed by Khorne possessed tremendous strength, and Lady Psyche watched helplessly as spiderweb cracks spread across the Necron's frame.
"Th-this really is a little wrong!"
Typhus's reply rang out from afar. Amid the hail of gunfire, that distant WAAAAGH was utterly jarring.
"Why don't we link up with the Imperium forces?!"
Typhus shouted with all his might, hurling down a vial. It smashed against the ground, instantly spraying up a cloud of acid mist. The Necrons surrounding Typhus seemed to jam up, their scythe blades carving arcs like crescent moons as Typhus panted and hurried toward his two companions.
"Why are there Greenskins?"
Typhus sincerely asked the question. They had already entered the war zone commanded by the Silent King. Two Angrons were now leading Imperium troops against the Necrons here,
but because the flanks held by the two Vulkans had fallen and Angron had made a strategic misjudgment, the two Angrons had unfortunately become an isolated force deep within the Silent King's war zone.
But—what were those WAAAGH cries doing here?!
This was the central war zone, where the fighting was at its fiercest. How had those Greenskins gotten in?!
"I think those damned green Orks are coming!!! Those damned idiots who don't even have genitals!!!"
Lady Psyche abruptly hunched over and covered her ears. The next moment, she unleashed an ear-splitting sonic wave. The air seemed to become a surging sea, crashing directly into the metal skeletons.
"They!! Are!!