The tens of thousands of Bloodletters charging at the very front still held their blades raised to strike, their poses savage. The next second, they suddenly felt their bodies lose all weight. No, they had not lost their weight-the space ahead of them was collapsing toward the Obelisks at the speed of light.
"Huh?"
One burly Bloodletter uttered the most bewildered syllable of his life. He looked down in shock and saw his legs suddenly stretch like red noodles, flying uncontrollably toward the nearest Obelisk. His torso followed, then his arms, then his head.
Thousands upon thousands of the fallen, countless Daemons of every kind, and the roaring daemonic beasts beneath them all experienced what a "cosmic-scale giant noodle maker" meant at that moment.
They had no time to scream before that absurd gravitational force stretched their enormous bodies into thin, blood-red strands hundreds of meters long in midair. Their indestructible brass armor peeled away and shattered like scraps of paper. Their flesh, their souls, and the blessings of Khorne they were so proud of were utterly devoured by that invisible Abyssal Maw the instant they touched the Obelisks' surfaces.
Gluuug-
The Obelisks made spine-chilling swallowing sounds, frantically channeling this purest of Warp energy through the dark network into the purple ball of flesh where Liu Zhipeng was.
The charging formation Khorne's army took such pride in vanished in an instant. In its place appeared a spectacular, bizarre sight, like countless red waterfalls flowing backward into the sky.
Even the arrogant Greater Daemons of Khorne following behind Angron found themselves in an unprecedentedly wretched predicament.
A Greater Daemon named Skal desperately beat his tattered wings, vast enough to blot out the sky, trying to resist the suction. He unleashed flames all over his body and dug his feet hard into