The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Bang, bang, bang——

Suddenly, several sparks erupted on the Wraithlord's spiritbone shell, as a Chimera armored vehicle in the distance was trying to stop this massive Aeldari machine like an ant trying to stop a chariot.

In response, the massive wraith machine lowered the cannon on its shoulder, and the heretics in that Chimera immediately screamed and frantically reversed, not even caring if they ran over others, but this could not delay their demise. With a beam of light carrying a psychic halo, the entire Chimera instantly turned into countless flying fragments, without explosion, without loud noise, silently 'disassembled,' along with the heretics inside.

But this was just the beginning. After that, every burst of light from the Wraithlord meant that dozens of enemies were erased.

The battle was already without suspense at this point.

But the scene that truly made all the invaders despair came from the sky——

"What!"

The priestess, who was trying to escape the Harlequin Troupe's pursuit, heard the roar deep in the sky and raised her head in horror, only to see a meteor shower falling from the sky.

Countless burning fireballs of various sizes were tumbling towards the planet's surface, but they would soon disappear in a flash of light. She even saw a huge fragment, shaped like the bow of a frigate, rotating in the distant sky. At this moment, she suddenly hated the powerful vision that the Dark Prince had granted her. Perhaps if she hadn't seen it, she wouldn't have been so desperate.

All of this only represented one thing: the fleet in orbit was finished!

Then they were finished too!

The priestess began to flee desperately. She knew that her father was still alive, and he would soon achieve his goal. As long as he could ascend, she would also gain eternal life.

Now, her most important thing was to return to her father's side!

However, that terrifying laughter approached again. The priestess screamed and ordered the Slaaneshi Daemonettes to protect her, while her legs ran towards an off-road vehicle. She no longer cared whether it was the transportation of the lower people.

But suddenly something hit her left kneecap, causing her to fall to the ground with a scream.

"No! My leg!"

The priestess looked down and saw that the knee of her left leg had disappeared, and she screamed miserably.

The Harlequins had already surrounded her, their masks were blatant mockery, and then suddenly took action.

One of them spun wildly with violent dance steps, the blade in his hand entwined with pale purple light, and threw out something like a ribbon to entangle a screaming Slaaneshi Daemonette.

The bound Daemonette struggled desperately, and purple light shone from her wide-open mouth and thin, paper-like skin, and then her head was cut off by the opponent's blade, and her body turned into pus and dissipated.

Another Slaaneshi Daemonette was also struggling in vain, trying to break free from the shuriken and short spears that pierced her body, but a short sword pierced her neck, and then pierced her throat.

With the last struggle of the Daemonette, purple mist diffused around.

The priestess, who was trying to crawl towards the off-road vehicle, was convulsing and screaming. This was simply not a sound that a human could make, but a chorus of many painful wailings, the degree of distortion and roar was indescribable.

But then a boot kicked her in the back, knocking her to the ground, and then the Troupe Master of the Frost Star sang a melodious high note while shooting a bullet into the priestess's back.

"What! This is——"

The priestess watched in horror as the light passed through her flesh, even breaking through her skin. As the screams intensified, larger cracks began to tear her flesh.

The torment lasted for several seconds, and when it ended, her limbs were twisted, her bones were broken, and her movements seemed to be pulled by invisible ropes.

The Troupe Master then bent down and chopped off her head, and then tied a rope to it. When he released the rope, the priestess's head floated into the sky like a ridiculous balloon, and laughed in the horrified eyes of all Slaaneshi believers, and finally exploded into a cloud of powder.

"Your Highness, Giullio Prastine Marshal reports that the enemy flagship has been destroyed, the large ships have been basically annihilated, a few ships are trying to break away, and the final hunt is now underway."

The report read by the Seer, who served as a mouthpiece, did not surprise Sojyan, because he knew very well the strength of the Death Moth. Even without other ships, this ancient and terrifying warship was enough to sweep the human fleet in orbit.

"Your Highness, the enemy leader has been hunted down, and all the demons have been banished."

"Your Highness, the Hearthguard are conducting in-depth pursuit according to the original plan."

Realizing that only the finishing work was left here, Sojyan looked at Luvia Grita.

"Spiritseer Luvia Grita, we will go to the main island, and the injured residents or non-combatants will stay on the Prayer Island."

"Yes."

Then he looked at the Warsmith who spoke before and said slowly:

"Warsmith Ugalov, lead the troops under your command to coordinate the Hearthguard's Ironsworn to carry out the final cleanup of the Prayer Island. Do not leave behind a single fallen one."

The other party put on his helmet and turned around and bowed slightly at an extremely fast speed.

"As you command."

"Everyone else, go to the main island."

"Your Highness."

A Seer hesitated for a moment and said softly:

"The Howling Banshees of the Screaming Blade Shrine are still pursuing."

Sojyan frowned.

"Have they not received orders?"

"They have, but."

The Screaming Blade Shrine was the Howling Banshee Shrine where the Dorar couple used to be. Sojyan guessed that perhaps because of the high status of the two in the court, they were a little arrogant.

Dorar reacted quickly and immediately turned around and said:

"Your Highness, I will immediately——"

"No need."

Sojyan raised his hand to interrupt Dorar, turned to the Seer and said in a deep voice:

"In large-scale battles, discipline is important. You tell them that if I don't see them within a minute, then I will use the authority of the Phoenix Lord to deprive them of their war masks, and they will be non-combatants for the rest of their lives to be good wives and mothers!"

Sojyan's words made all the Aeldari on the Golden Barge look sideways slightly.

The war mask is the most important equipment for the Path of the Warrior, especially the Path of the Howling Banshee. Only by wearing the mask can they devote themselves to the war wholeheartedly without worrying about their hearts being swallowed by the blood and violence of the war. Even the Autarch is not qualified to directly deprive a Pathwalker of their war mask. At most, they will be driven out of the Shrine.

Sojyan's words were quite heavy, not only depriving them of their war masks, but even possibly prohibiting them from joining any combat path again.

In less than fifty seconds after he said these words, the blood-stained Howling Banshees returned to his sight. The leader even took off her mask and stared at Sojyan a hundred meters away. Her face filled with anger slightly opened her lips and was about to say something, but directly met Dorar's cold gaze.

So she immediately lowered her head, put on her helmet again, and returned to her sisters without saying a word.

The end of the battle was a one-sided massacre. Every living human on the Prayer Island was killed. The Hearthguard also hated these Chaos worshippers. Their corpses were also regarded as filth and burned by fire. As early as when these follow-up works were carried out, Sojyan had ordered to support the main island.

The Sahaduin drove their unique gliding vehicles into the sea, and the Qikanti raided from the sea in their invisible hovercraft. Their task was to clean up the coastline of the main island.