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The latest website: What appeared in front of him was a wide boundary, not as narrow as before. But it's still brutal—hundreds of Astartes on hoverbikes are battling aliens several times their number.

Seeing this scene, Tamari adjusted the insurance without the slightest hesitation, and took a posture ready to shoot. Do you still want to support who? Those Astartes showed no signs of depravity.

The light gun fired, accurately hitting the chest of an Eldar. He was surprised to see five more holes in his chest abruptly, and then fell to the ground. The sound of the light gun did not stir up any waves in this battle, but the death of the first Eldar officially announced their arrival.

"Keep shooting, Tamari." He Shenyan said to him without looking back. "You alone are an army, and the Astral Army is here, fighting side by side with you."

"Follow your orders, my lord!" Tamari roared, his emotions were extremely excited. He didn't know that his eyes had turned golden, and he didn't know that what the mage just said was not a pre-war declaration to mobilize emotions.

but a declaration.

Tamari is still shooting, non-stop. He seemed to have mastered the method to keep the weapon from overheating, and it was often able to cool it quickly between shots. But I don't know from the first round, the number of beams emitted by the light gun has changed.

One, two, ten, hundreds of thousands... The golden beams like raindrops fell among the aliens, and death came to them in an instant. The advantage of the number of people that was originally dominant was completely turned into nothing at this time.

Tamari looked back in shock, and the heroic spirit with a golden body was standing beside him, really fighting alongside him. Their military uniforms and even their carapace styles are different, and even the styles of their weapons are different. The only thing that is the same may be only one point.

Something he understood immediately.

They are all astral forces.

The Astral Army who is dead, but still wants to fight... Fearless mortals stand here, fighting side by side with their lone descendants.

Seeing this scene, Chagatai Khan, who was beheading two alien-shaped heads with one sword, could not help but let out a long howl full of complicated emotions - it turned out that he had not forgotten himself...

Just, what's going on outside?

With the knife in hand, he was ready to find the next target. Originally, the best way for the white scars to fight is to ride a hoverbike into the enemy's heart like a blade.

But they ran out of fuel. This embarrassing situation resulted in them having to fight on foot.

At this moment, an unfamiliar voice entered his ears: "Don't rush to fight, Chagatai Khan, the enemy who really needs attention has not yet arrived."

Chagatai Khan turned his head back, but what appeared in front of him was not an enemy, but a tall, thin man in a black robe with a pale face like a ghost. Like him, he has an oriental face, but his eyes that were supposed to be black were now surging with golden flames.

"Who is Your Excellency?"

"A mage... Of course, I also have an identity that you may be more willing to accept."

He raised his right hand with a smile, and the deafening thunder sounded in the depths of this dark network. Lightning choked, and he held it in his hand, turning it into a golden lightning sword. Khan Boy Kong Shrinks - Psionics?

What level of psionicist does this have to be? Is the return of those heroic spirits also related to him?

His thoughts didn't last long, because the killing had already come. The man raised his hand, and the sword of lightning, with countless tiny lightnings dancing on its body, slashed a fatal arc in the air, and thousands of lightnings poured out of it, creating a scene of living hell among the dark spirits.

The cabal members finally realized the seriousness of the problem when the charred corpses of their companions appeared before their eyes. They were in a hurry to get away - but how?

Relying on their vehicle to get here? I'm afraid not, let alone the sword-wielding man and the Astartes, even those mortal heroic spirits who appear inexplicably are not something they can deal with.

To the roar of chainsaws, bolters, and lightning and light guns, none of them survived. Chagatai Khan did not relax his vigilance. He still remembered the sentence "The real enemy has not yet arrived". Sure enough, the mutation happened in the next second.

Every Dark Eldar soul has a wound that can only be healed with pain, a void that can only be filled with torture, a longing that can only be quenched with blood. They don't have the means to protect their souls like other Eldar, so after death their souls are bound to fall into the hands of Slaanesh.

The corpses of the Dark Spiritual Race slowly trembled, and the blood was glued together by some inexplicable attraction, and began to boil, and even the air was distorted by the high temperature. But the strange thing is that the blood itself has not lost the slightest, and it is still huge, like an overwhelming net.

The corpses stood up under the net, their faces pale and bloodless, their limbs stretched and twisted under the pull of strange forces. Transformed to Sharnaeth's liking - until a man spoke up to interrupt the process.

"Enough," he said. "Stop showing off your pathetic aesthetic and come out and face me."

Everyone held their breath, even the Chaghatai Khan. The terrifying and huge sense of oppression came in an instant, just like a tourist watching a tiger in a zoo. You can be unscrupulous because you know that the tiger can't hurt you.

But what if the cage holding the tiger is broken?

- The cage was broken, and the tiger stretched out its claws and exposed its fangs. So people shuddered.

"You..." a faint voice moaned. "I like you very much, Mage."

"That's a pity."

He Shenyan's expression was unprecedentedly serious, and the golden flames flashed away, protecting the souls of everyone present from depravity. He snapped his fingers again and used the portal to send them out of here. But from start to finish, Slaanesh had no intention of stopping him.

She just watched him lovingly through the veil of blood and twisted monsters.

"What a pure and perfect gem...why not enjoy it with me? I know you also have an indulgent side in you...what can he give you?"

"What you can't give."

"yes?"

Slaanesh smiled softly. At this moment, her power broke through the limitations of the warp space and truly appeared in front of He Shenyan. What she asked for was not to attack, nor to sow corruption in He Shenyan's heart. Seed.

She only did one thing.

She gave the mage a loving kiss.

"I look forward to that day," she said firmly. "Whether it's your fall, or my death...I accept it with joy, and you will surely give me a supremely happy death, gem."