The Emperor’s Angel of Death

“The energy value of the Shield Weaver Projector has dropped to 82%, and it’s still decreasing! How long can it last!?”

Loken, busy operating within the thick bulletproof glass enclosure, didn't forget to remind Dogo below via the communicator about the status of the Shield Weaver Projector. This device, which Dogo had somehow managed to bring in, stood behind Loken like a giant sphere. It employed an energy weaving technology known as 'Weaving,' which intertwined the energy frequencies common in refraction and conversion field technologies with more exotic energies. The resulting multi-spectral energy shield could project outwards, forming a protective dome, widely used among Hearthkyn Warriors and mining teams. Large Shield Weavers could even intercept ship-level firepower.

Seeing that his firepower couldn't break through the shield, the Slaaneshi Knight roared, swinging his arms as he advanced, his whip lashing at the circular shield.

“.Energy value dropped to 56%!”

Dogo, who had switched to a different weapon, was using a railgun to shoot at the ghostly Lucius, who was constantly moving around outside the shield, and shouted:

“Where the hell is Klaren, that damn greenskin! His—”

With a deafening boom, the metal wall suddenly burst open, and a roaring behemoth stormed in.

This surprised not only the rest of the Third Legion but even Lucius paused in astonishment.

“By Slaanesh, what is that thing?”

“For the Golden Big Boss! WAAAGH!”

The warcry emanating from the massive metal shell, along with the violent shaking of the ground, heralded the arrival of a giant golden machine that looked awkward from every angle!

It had a sturdy, barrel-shaped body, with guns and rockets covering its head and sides. One arm was a giant mechanical claw, while the other wielded a ferocious rotary cannon. From every perspective, it resembled something made by an Ork.

However, its front was emblazoned with a very conspicuous Aquila symbol and a battle cannon. As for its head, well, its chin protruded, but its face seemed to have been stolen from an Imperial statue or something similar, even sporting a golden laurel wreath. One mechanical eye was also golden.

As a Mekboy, Klaren naturally possessed an irrepressible desire to create. Over the years, he had been secretly hoarding materials to build his own Morkanaut, but Rozhim discovered this and made him change it into an Emperor-naut.

However, despite the modifications, it mostly gathered dust in the cargo hold of the *Dik*, and might not have seen the light of day if not for this invasion.

“What is that thing??”

Eidolon was also dumbfounded. He recognized the Imperium's war machines, but he had never seen this one before.

The Slaaneshi Knight, enraged by the sudden appearance of the Emperor-naut, turned around and charged at it, roaring. The Emperor-naut, unafraid, raised its sharp giant claw to meet the attack.

The two war machines clashed in a deafening roar.

Although the Slaaneshi mech should have been more agile, powerful, and blessed by Slaanesh, and capable of suppressing, if not instantly killing, this machine cobbled together from scrap.

The reality was that, upon approaching the machine, the blessings of Slaanesh seemed to weaken, and the materials used to build this mech were also ridiculously sturdy. The mutated pincers, capable of tearing through meters of alloy, scraped against the machine's outer shell without even scratching the paint!

Just as the Slaaneshi mech attempted to wrap its whip around the Emperor-naut's head, the latter's mechanical eye suddenly emitted a golden beam of light, instantly tearing off the mech's left arm, causing the tendrils to fall to the ground and writhe.

The Slaaneshi Knight let out an angry shriek and, with a sudden burst of strength, pushed the Emperor-naut out of the central hub. All that could be heard afterward was the sound of the two machines clashing in a furious battle.

Realizing that the Slaaneshi Knight might not be able to handle the opponent in the short term, Eidolon pulled out his trump card.

“Sing! For the Dark Prince!”

Following Eidolon's instructions, the Noise Marines, who had been dodging the automated turret fire and hammering at the shield with their weapons, suddenly stopped. Their rapid movements possessed a terrifying uniformity, as if driven by some gestalt force.

Chief Lord Commander Eidolon grinned, tearing the tortured skin around his lips.

Rozhim, who had finally managed to wriggle free of his armor, widened his eyes when he saw the Noise Marines opening their mouths to their maximum extent and turned to shout at Dogo.

“Take cover!!”

The next second, his figure was drowned in an unnatural scream.

Each Noise Marine opened their twisted, swollen throat, and space itself seemed to split apart with a unified death shriek. The moment the invisible shockwave swept past the shield, the Shield Weaver Projector behind Loken exploded in a shower of sparks, followed by an unparalleled wave of destructive psychic energy that swept through the entire central hall. The turrets were blown into metallic shards that flew through the air, the massive cogitators were overturned like trash cans, and the lighting orbs shattered in unison.

When everything subsided, the emergency lights came on, and besides the sparks and explosions of damaged machinery, only Eidolon's laughter could be heard, and only he continued to laugh.

“Is that all? I thought Soshjan had prepared something. Just these laughable toys, hahaha—”

But then, his laughter stopped, and he narrowed his eyes.

Amidst a pile of metal wreckage that looked like a small mountain, a bare-chested, short, and stocky figure stood up, wielding a burning plasma battleaxe. The mohawk of red hair on his head resembled a burning flame, and strange tattoos snaked across his rock-like muscles, burning.

And his eyes, like coals, smoldered with contempt and rage.

“Abomination of the Upper Heavens, come meet your doom at the hands of Dogo!”

Behind him, Rozhim also propped himself up on his hands, trying to climb out of the rubble. His clothes were torn into strips, and he was not only covered in dirt, but he also couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood as he got up, and collapsed again. At this moment, he felt as if his ears had gone deaf, and his internal organs were spinning.

At this time, Dogo turned his head and said in a low voice:

“You go, find those golden baldies, only they can stop these people.”

After speaking, he leaped up, raised his battleaxe, and roared as he charged towards the Third Legion.

“Interesting.”

A cold laugh came from the darkness, and then a cold light flashed. Dogo immediately felt a cold blade approaching his throat, so he instinctively used his battleaxe to parry upwards with force.

“Oh?”

Amidst the clash, the Deathbringer revealed himself, looking slightly surprised at the enemy who was only slightly taller than his waist.

“A short one? Interesting.”

Grinning, revealing his black fangs, Lucius slashed his longsword diagonally, like a bolt of lightning towards Dogo's head. The Hearthkyn spun on one foot, returning with a sweeping swing of his battleaxe.