At that moment, on the council platform.
Liu Zhipeng's situation had become utterly dire.
Keepers of Secrets, greater daemons of Slaanesh, and Daemonettes crowded around him. Like sharks scenting blood, they circled the divine body on the verge of falling, their eyes filled with greed.
"On your last legs."
Syll’Esske recalled their spear and delivered the cold verdict.
"Your fire is going out." Fulgrim licked the golden blood from his sword. "How beautiful... this struggle at death's door."
The two greater daemons closed in again. This time, they intended to give Liu Zhipeng no chance at all.
A dead end.
A true dead end.
Fuck... is this it?
Liu Zhipeng spat out a mouthful of flaming spit.
Still... getting those old fossils out of here makes it worth it.
He tightened his grip on his sword, preparing to blow himself up in one final blast.
"Come on, you freaks! Let's see who dies first!!"
At that critical instant.
CRACK!!!
An abrupt crash, like shattering glass, exploded across the sky.
But the sound had not come from Slaanesh's rift.
It had come from... directly above the battlefield.
The sky, once covered in pink and purple clouds, split down the middle as though someone had hacked a gash through it with a gigantic axe.
In that instant, every sound-the Noise Marines' music, the Daemonettes' shrieks, Fulgrim's wild laughter-seemed to be cut off by this sudden force.
An utterly terrifying presence, steeped in sulfur, blood, brass, and absolute fury, descended with the explosive force of a red supernova.
It was so overbearing, so utterly unreasonable, that even Slaanesh's perfect domain was torn apart in an instant, the pink sky immediately stained a chilling crimson!
"Blood for the Blood God!!!"
"Skulls for the Skull Throne!!!"
With that most iconic, most violent, yet most blood-stirring