The Emperor’s Angel of Death

A bizarre sound appeared in Sochoyan's ears, but there was nothing here. For the first time, he felt a sense of powerlessness. It seemed that after losing those powers, he had nothing left.

At this moment, his consciousness seemed to be cleaved, unevenly divided into two halves.

One consciousness was merely frustrated in vain, while the other watched coldly, sneering at his own lack of composure.

Suddenly, he raised a hand and saw a vivid mark in his palm.

It resembled an eye, or perhaps a vortex. He stared at the vortex, and the vortex eye also stared back at him.

Then, a scene different from the real world appeared before his eyes once more. It was a twisted world, like a giant snake turning over. Sochoyan continued to look forward—the twisted space he was in had become part of the eye, including himself.

His gaze started from his position, moving forward at an extremely fast speed, as if he were riding some kind of high-speed aircraft, constantly traversing the boundless space, and then back to his current position.

Sochoyan understood. He hadn't lost his power; it was an illusion. He was trapped in a bizarre time paradox, or rather, a Möbius strip. Not only would space form a dead loop, but time might also form a dead loop, giving him the illusion that he had reverted to being a mortal and was constantly being exiled.

The Grey Pith was still there. The Void Reaver reminded him subconsciously of what to do. Clearly, it didn't want to be trapped in this endless time loop either.

Understanding his situation, Sochoyan narrowed his eyes and raised Skyfire.

Clack!

A crisp sound that didn't belong to this world rang out. A silver thread burst, followed by another. Soon, the entire giant web woven by the bizarre creature in front of him was torn apart. A silver arm squeezed out from the rift in space-time, and then grabbed the creature's neck.

Immediately afterward, a second arm emerged, grabbing one of the creature's struggling hands.

Then, a silver god with an angry face and a shattered crown hovering above his head burst out of the air, directly grabbing the creature and smashing it hard against the obelisk behind it.

Once, twice, three times...

Finally, the battered creature turned into countless white sands in the ruins of the shattered obelisk, and the silver giant transformed back into Sochoyan in the black flames.

He gasped for breath, using his full power for the first time. It wasn't that he was making a fuss, but he felt at the time that if he didn't go all out, he might not be able to return—

The Chaos Gods, as expected, still had some trump cards!

Just as the obelisk shattered, Sochoyan heard a hiss. He turned around and saw Amnak picking up his sword from a pile of bubbling pus. At this moment, his power armor was severely damaged, his left shoulder plate was completely torn off, his right hand was almost severed, with only metal and flesh connecting it, there was a gash on his left face, and there were penetrating wounds on his legs and abdomen.

This was the first time Sochoyan had seen Amnak in such a disheveled state. He quickly sheathed his sword and walked over.

"Are you alright?"

"I—"

Amnak had just opened his mouth when his legs weakened and he almost fell. Sochoyan quickly supported him.

"You look seriously injured. Do you need to return to the ring?"

"NoI don't want to give up this body yet."

"Then I'll take you back for treatment."

"Umndamn it, Slaanesh still had this kind of thing hidden. It seems this is the capital He and Khorne use to fight the Eternal Blood War... What was going on with you just now?"

"Ah, I almost got trapped in a time loop. That thing can not only directly attack consciousness, but also control a virtual space, forming a Möbius strip inside. It's really bizarre and powerful. I'm afraid most daemons aren't as troublesome as it. I heard that the Necrons use hyperdimensional prisons to control C'tan shards. Perhaps the power of time is the C'tan's greatest weakness. Slaanesh came prepared. If this kind of thing had appeared during the Great Heresy, I don't know what would have happened."

"The Great HeresyThe Great Heresy was just a game, just a game between the Ruinous Powers."

Sochoyan recalled the feeling when he fought with that thing, and then said softly:

"It doesn't seem to be a creature with a soul. No, I can't feel that it's alive, but it's not a dead thing like the Necrons. It's really very strange. Perhaps, as you said, it's more like a mirror, a shadow. But it can actually control time and space, yet it doesn't belong to the warp. It seems its abilities are similar to the C'tan, Amnak. Say if it had appeared during the Great Heresy, could the Primarchs have dealt with it?"

Hearing this, a bitter smile appeared on Amnak's bloodstained face.

"Actually, you should know the answer to this question yourself."

Sochoyan pursed his lips. Amnak was indeed right.

But then Amnak changed the subject.

"However, in theory, this kind of thing shouldn't easily come to this world. Recalling that strange spiral obelisk just now, I suddenly have an idea."

"What?"

"That might be a creation of the Old Ones. There shouldn't be many in real space. Balzaveth getting this is probably also Slaanesh's arrangement. At least this kind of thing is definitely not easily obtainable. Collect those fragments. Perhaps we can study something from them. Slaanesh, as a new god, being able to compete with the other three old ones probably relies on more than just its own power. With the connection between the Eldar gods and the Old Ones, He has probably also plundered many of the Old Ones' legacies. Sochoyan, we've learned a lesson this time. We can't be arrogant just because of the power we have. The ancient galaxy still has many secrets that haven't been unraveled. The power of the Grey Pith, or rather the C'tan, is definitely not invincible. You still need to continue to strengthen yourself."

Amnak's words did hit Sochoyan's sore spot. Although he hadn't shown himself to be very arrogant, he knew in his heart that he had become very inflated compared to the past. He was certain that no Warp entity could do anything to him, and the power of the Grey Pith made him invincible in the material universe. That's also why he only brought combat robots and Amnak to deal with this group of Slaanesh warriors. In fact, he once thought that he alone would be enough.

Sochoyan was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Thank you for your reminder, Amnak. I will restrain my arrogance. Now I finally know that I have actually been walking on thin ice."

Just as the two of them staggered away from the shattered ship, Amnak suddenly noticed something. He then let go of Sochoyan's supporting hand and limped to the side, bending down to pick up Balzaveth's fallen Sharnabal saber, hanging it behind his waist. Sochoyan then remembered that Amnak had also retrieved one of these sabers after fighting Lucius in the Maelstrom last time. He seemed to be collecting these weapons that were exclusive to the Blades of the Old Court.

Immediately afterward, Amnak bent down again and picked up Whisper's Edge. It hadn't been blown into space like the other things, but was stuck in the ground. When Amnak held it, the originally huge daemon blade turned into a slender long sword in his hand.