The humorous atmosphere lasted only a moment.
The caution shown by Elaine was not false, and although she did not explain the source of this caution, they also strictly performed their duties as guards of the Primarch.
Sonorous and powerful steps echoed in the forest of flesh and blood.
Not long after, they walked out of the strange forest filled with dense poisonous fog.
However, the suddenly opened vision made their mood hit rock bottom.
The enemy has been waiting for a long time.
In front of them was a demon army belonging to Slaanesh - although it could not match the army of Khorne they had fought against in the past, it was still a force that should not be underestimated.
At the forefront of the demon army, a lazy Keeper of Secrets was yawning on the throne of flesh and blood.
When he noticed Elaine and her heirs, the secret keeper suddenly became energetic:
"Oh...you are here, dear Miss Elaine. Sure enough, the words our Lord confided in us are not wrong - as long as we chase your heirs, then a sticky and sweet fight will end behind the curtain. Will be revealed next.”
"You are a beautiful dancer who competes with the Blood God with your perfect body. Every perfect scar on your body makes me happy... What an intoxicating tenacity, what a longing pain..."
"You are a perfect dance partner, Miss Elaine. I long to perform a depraved dance of torture with you - oh, oh... I'm so sorry. I forgot to introduce myself..."
As he spoke, a strange smile appeared on the secret keeper's twisted face, and his blurred eyes wandered up and down Elaine's broken power armor.
"My name is Amnak - the perfect dancer under my lord. I have waited for you for a long time... the unyielding one favored by the Prince of Darkness."
"I wonder... do you have any intention to dance with me...?"
Boom, boom!
As soon as the words fell, the sonorous and powerful steps of the magnetic boots seemed to answer Amnak's words. Kahn and a group of Primarch guards immediately came to Elaine without any hesitation, with bolt guns loaded and chain saw axes. roar.
They could not bear the filthy words this filthy warp creature spewed against their mother.
Regardless of the outcome, the Blood Fingers are ready for a fight to the death.
"...Sure enough, as expected."
Elaine looked helplessly at the Great Demon of Slaanesh in front of her, lamenting once again her ill-fated fate.
Ever since she set out on the road to confront subspace, all kinds of bizarre encounters have followed.
The Daemons of Khorne deep in the core of the Forge World, the Daemons of Tzeentch in the ancient Ironmen ruins of Colchis, and the Daemon World of Slaanesh that fell into Commorragh.
She even thought that she might not be the Primarch of the Twelfth Legion, but the Primarch of the future Gray Knights.
Otherwise, why would I always encounter these big demons one after another? And each one became more difficult than the last, causing her plans for the Great Expedition to continue to be hindered.
It turns out that Angron in the world line had poor performance in the Great Expedition because of his poor brain...
But now she will be forced to face the threat of subspace every now and then, and in a few decades she will face the Ullanor Green Tide sweeping across the galaxy... But she hasn't even conquered a decent territory.
It’s really…
"well."
Elaine sighed slightly and slowly stepped onto the throne of flesh and blood under the puzzled eyes of his descendants.
Of course she couldn't let Kahn and the others fight against a great demon of Slaanesh.
Whether as the Primarch or as their genetic mother, she had no reason to let her bodyguards fight against opponents they could not fight against.
If you want to fight against the enemies of the subspace, you must first have the means to banish them: such as psychic powers, artifacts, light spears, and macrocannons.
Obviously, because this trip was to find herself, her descendants did not carry heavy weapons, and there were no psykers among them - unlike that time when they were blessed by the Corpse Emperor. War, they now have no means to banish the demons.
So, the only one who could stand up to these demons of Slaanesh...she was the only one.
The demon Slaanesh seemed to have expected this, and sent a great demon Slaanesh to challenge him.
Slowly clenching the power fist, Elaine took a deep breath.
The Lord of the Red Sand looked up at the Keeper of Secrets on the throne of flesh and blood, his heavy and powerful steps constantly imprinting on the stairs of flesh and blood.
The gilded flames once again ignited in the pupils under the shadow.
"I don't know what your dirty master has planned."
"I don't want to know what filth is hiding in your dirty thoughts."
"If you want to challenge me, go ahead."
The Lord of Red Sand said indifferently.
The power fist buzzed, and the rupture stance flashed with surging arcs of electricity.
Although she didn't know what the great demon of Slaanesh wanted to do, she didn't see any explicit hostility in Amnak's playful eyes, but only the desire to face a powerful enemy and the desire for corruption. .
And the demon army behind it didn't seem to be restless, and even looked at him with a strange... fear?
Perhaps it was because it was too appalling to lead his descendants against the Demonic Army of Khorne and massacre the Demonic Domain of Tzeentch with one person.
Whatever the reason, Elaine could not see the desire for battle and killing among these Slaanesh demons.
It seems that they are more interested in the black bean sprouts of Comoros than themselves.
That makes it easier to talk about.
As it happens, this isn't the first time she's beaten up the Riddler.
not to mention--
The Riddler's gaze in front of him was a bit untruthful.
boom! !
The slow climb turned into heavy steps in an instant, and the flesh-and-blood stairs were torn apart like tofu by the sudden burst of force. The terrifying power exerted by the demigod's body gave Elaine extremely high acceleration in just an instant. , the whole person rushed towards the lazy secret keeper like a red comet.
"Oh my, it's really cruel..."
Amnak seemed not surprised by this. Its slender and perfect figure slowly stood up from the throne, and several magic swords appeared on its four arms at some point - compared to other offensive and defensive weapons. As far as the Keeper of Secrets is concerned, this perfect dancer never cares about defense, so there is no option of [shield] in its armaments.
In just an instant, its fair figure disappeared from where it was——
Instead, there was a violent wind blown by terrifying speed.
Buzz—!
Waves of turbulent air suddenly erupted in the air, and the harsh sound of metal and iron also buzzed wildly.
The original body guards and Slaanesh demons looked up one after another. It was the red fist wrapped in the decomposition stance and the four magic swords coated with venom that were fighting fiercely.
…
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It’s been a long time since I wrote a serious fighting scene!
(End of chapter)
