Buzz—! ! !
The high-pitched roar of the chainaxe still roared across the hills of flesh.
Elaine sat a little tiredly on a Tzeentch demon whose limbs had been removed. Her originally blood-red power armor had been smeared scarlet by countless demon flesh, and its solid and thick ceramic steel shell was also like a scarlet one at this moment. The surface of the moon is generally full of pits and scars, and there are even several horrific scars that completely penetrated the power armor.
It was obvious that even a demigod Primarch would feel a little tired after a terrible battle.
Elaine casually glanced at the still struggling Great Demon of Tzeentch beneath her. The miserable condition of being dismembered by herself and making it look like a demon made no one think that it was a Great Demon.
In this era before any renegade Primarchs have been born, there are only a few great demons who can compare with the Primarchs.
What's more... her force value among the Primarchs should be among the best.
At least stronger than Guilliman.
Looking at the endless mountain of demon corpses around her, Elaine thought a little nonsensically.
Due to her knowledge in her previous life, she had a favorable impression of the brother she had never met, but she could not conceal Guilliman's disastrous record in the future.
After all, Old Thirteen is really good at fighting...
"G-ji...you-roar...!!"
Suddenly, a fragmented roar interrupted Elaine's thoughts.
It came from underneath her—the great demon of Tzeentch who had been dismembered and lost his demonic form.
Under the heavy pressure of Elaine's huge size and power armor, no matter how hard it struggled, it could not break free, not to mention that the Tzeentch demon was not good at strength.
And its fragmented roar was also because Elaine's chain saw ax was embedded in its neck, completely cutting off its vocal function.
Seeing this, Elaine showed a cruel smile.
Buzz—! ! !
"Why—are you not willing to give in?"
Accompanied by her morbid voice, the chain saw ax that had been deeply embedded in the neck of the Tzeentch suddenly started, and the high-speed running single-molecule saw teeth were tearing apart its remaining flesh like a meat saw, visible to the naked eye. The horrific wounds show that most of the flesh, flesh and cervical vertebrae have been severed, and only a little flesh is left to connect its head and body - and as a great demon of Tzeentch with tenacious vitality, this level is still far away. Less than real death.
"Uh-gu...!!"
The great demon of Tzeentch struggled painfully, and the feeling of being so tortured but unable to resist was absolutely uncomfortable - even as a demon that could be constantly resurrected in the warp, this humiliating torture was terrifying enough.
At this moment, under Elaine's half-broken helmet, there was a terrifying sight like a bloodthirsty beast, and a cruel smile loomed under the shadows.
"If you are not willing to give in, then resurrect a few more times and be killed by me a few more times..."
"Anyway, you bastards can keep coming back to life, right?"
Elaine's cold voice revealed contempt, almost like looking at an animal waiting to be slaughtered.
"This is your domain - the physical rules are completely different from the real universe, and there are also all kinds of weird traps and spells..."
"But I'm different. I don't have a body that can be resurrected indefinitely. Endless fighting will also consume physical strength, and I also have weapons and armor that will be damaged due to durability-"
With that said, Elaine stood up slowly and looked around at the next wave of demons surging around her.
And the Tzeentch demon beneath her was obviously the last survivor of the previous wave of demon army.
"I may get tired, I may die, I may escape back to the real universe, but I may also kill you bastards until I won't be resurrected."
"You may have lost your will to fight long ago, but you are still driven by some [will] and continue to die."
Facing the oppression brought by the scarlet shadow, there was only fear in its eyes.
"Now, let me see..."
"What does [He] that you are loyal to want to get from me?"
…
This waltz of killing is far from the end, this trial of the brave has just begun.
The huge shadow on the Skull Throne is always looking at the red evil star that is rampaging among the demon army.
At the same time, the unpredictable shadow hidden at the end of the crystal maze is also watching this outsider who is acting recklessly in his own field.
Hysterical resistance, inheriting the responsibility of the fire stealer, how familiar...
Yes, Tzeentch once saw her in the Black Library——
At that time, she was still shivering in her swaddling clothes. Facing endless illusions, I was gradually overwhelmed by the fear that counted for thousands of years.
For such a small, fragile soul, it was an indescribably horrific torture.
Unlike the reckless man who only longed for fighting and blood, the Lord of Changes had a strong curiosity about this tiny unknown existence.
He watched the tiny baby gradually move toward decay, and also watched the newborn girl transform from swaddling clothes into a powerful "change," facing his fellow Primarchs who had the same fate of depravity as himself. The [Change] that tries its best to change the gears of destiny, the [Change] that leads the endless souls destined to be broken into the subspace, and launches a resistance to the Lord of Skulls, change, change, there is only change at the end of everything——
On this long and interesting road of change, even His curiosity gradually grew stronger.
What is the will that drives the weak soul of the past to move forward? What is the driving force that urges her to take the long road of resisting fate?
Interesting questions come one after another, and Tzeentch is happy to structure those weird and wonderful questions.
As the end of endless wisdom and the end of all questions, He is always peeping at all the questions and answers in the entire galaxy, from the innocent imagination of young children to the ultimate answers of ancient sages who exhausted their lives, all changes and results will lead to the answer from the Lord of Changes.
Now, an existence full of mysteries appears before our eyes, and her existence is one of the twenty-one cores in the 30th millennium. As the hub of changes in the times, she is also the carrier of that human being. The Lord’s vision for future change.
Unlike Khorne's boring desire for blood, all Tzeentch wants is to touch the strings of her destiny that are full of endless variables and unknowns.
Even if his territory has been turned upside down by her, even if all his tentacles are destroyed by her sharp edge, the price of all this is no more than a piece of dust in the eyes of the Lord of Changes.
As a result, the curtain gradually lifted under that great will - the web of conspiracy of the Lord of Changes was unfolded by her alone.
Tzeentch's messengers hovered beside her throughout.
He was looking forward to what kind of changes this being who challenged fate would bring.
…
Kill kill kill kill kill! Kill all the Riddlers!
There was something unexpected two days ago, I will try my best to make up for it today!
(End of chapter)
