With the Greater Daemon's fall, the Slaaneshi Daemons on the battlefield utterly collapsed.
The remaining daemons fled wildly, trying to scramble back into the Warp Rift.
"Leave none alive."
Liu Zhipeng coldly issued the order.
The army of Spirit Warriors and Biel-Tan's surviving warriors began the final mop-up.
When the last Daemonette vanished screaming in golden flames, Liu Zhipeng planted his greatsword back in the ground.
He raised his head and looked at the slowly closing Warp Rift.
On the other side of the rift, in the distant depths of the Warp.
He felt a gaze upon him.
It was a... spine-chilling gaze.
That gaze held three parts surprise, three parts anger, and four parts... nauseating interest.
It was Slaanesh, the Dark Prince.
She/he had noticed this place.
Had noticed this strange Khaine who could kill daemons permanently and carried the scent of that "annoying so-and-so."
Normally, drawing the attention of one of the Chaos Gods meant your time was up, or that something worse than death awaited you.
Liu Zhipeng felt a shudder rise from the depths of his soul. Even with the body of a demigod, he was insignificant before a true deity in person.
But he did not back down.
He knew that if he chickened out now, he really would be finished.
Facing the rift that was about to close, facing that indescribable gaze.
Slowly.
He raised his middle finger.
"What are you staring at? Never seen a handsome guy before?"
"Come down here if you've got the balls."
"If I don't beat the shit out of you, I'll assume you've already wiped yourself clean."
The other side of the Warp seemed to fall briefly silent.
Then the rift slammed shut.
Liu Zhipeng did not know whether Slaanesh was furious or preparing some devastating move. But