"Why aren't you charging anymore?"
Liu Zhipeng strode toward the daemon horde with his greatsword resting on his shoulder.
With every step he took, the golden flames on his body burned brighter.
Behind him, the Aeldari warriors bathed in the light of the Primordial Fire stared blankly at the scene.
"He... he killed those daemons... for good?" one of the Dark Reapers murmured in disbelief. "There wasn't even a ripple of their souls returning to the Warp?"
"This... how is this possible..." The Prophet covered their mouth. "Only... only that legendary sword could do this..."
Liu Zhipeng walked up to the trembling daemons.
The Exalted Daemonette, who had once lorded over others and delighted in torment, was now backing away in terror.
"You... what the hell are you?!" she shrieked. "You're not Khaine! Khaine has nothing but rage! What's that foul stench of order coming off you?!!"
Liu Zhipeng looked down at the little creature, who barely reached his knees.
He grinned, revealing teeth dripping with golden magma.
"I'm your reckoning."
The battle turned into a one-sided slaughter.
Or rather, a one-sided "purification."
Liu Zhipeng was like a golden bulldozer, rampaging through Slaanesh's daemon horde.
Not a single daemon could withstand one swing of his sword.
Whether agile Seeker chariots or ridiculously tanky Fiends, all were equal before Golden Judgment-true-damage crits for everyone, followed by scattered ashes.
Even more terrifyingly, as he kept killing daemons, their dissipating energy did not return to the Warp. Instead, the Primordial Fire converted it into purer fuel.
The longer Liu Zhipeng fought, the brighter he burned.
The hotter he grew.
The more... he resembled a true god.
"For Khaine!! For Biel-Tan!!"
Inspired by this divine power, the once-despairing Aeldari warriors unleashed unimaginable fighting prowess.
They discovered that as long as they stayed within the