"It seems your method doesn't work."
Taking advantage of the moment when Khayon was beaten back, Ahriman decisively summoned his flying disc and quickly distanced himself from his former comrades.
The flying discs commonly used by Thousand Sons wizards are actually a kind of demon. These flying discs are driven by vortex energy and drift in the realm of chaos. These colorful demons curse the souls of the world. They are like wild and twisted invisible objects on the plane. Twisting.
When used, it becomes psychically connected to its owner, making its mind one with its owner's.
The owner of the flying disc can control these flying discs as if using his own limbs. These flying discs even have undulating eyes. These eyes are connected to the spirit of their owners, allowing the wizard to see the blind spots in their vision. Demon Frisbees are also equipped with thorn blades and sharp teeth, which launch attacks on enemies who dare to approach their masters. The way the Frisbees fly is different from ordinary flying vehicles. Some fly through the thrust generated by psychic flames, while others fly by twisting the surrounding environment. space to move.
But like all Tzeentch creations, the flying disc is not that "stable". However, once it senses that its master has become weak, it will open its mouth and devour it without any hesitation.
But in general, for the Chaos Wizard, this is still a demon servant whose benefits outweigh the disadvantages.
With the help of the speed of the flying disc, Ahriman avoided getting into a close battle with Khayon. The two sides began to throw spells back and forth at each other, but there was no doubt that Ahriman seemed more comfortable.
The reputation as the number one wizard of the Thousand Sons is by no means in vain.
In desperation, Kayon had no choice but to summon a flying disc in order to keep pace with the opponent.
"In this case--"
After a long battle, Khayon once again sacrificed the demon he enslaved.
As a stack of cards flew out, scarlet light flashed out of the smoke, and roaring demons jumped out one after another.
The strongest among them is the Blade Caresser he captured on Pai Mao. This is a Slaanesh demon. It is as huge as a Sentinel mecha. Its whole body is covered with sharp crystal blades. Even its four arms are made of blades. shape.
Ahriman also responded calmly. He waved his staff, and three bolts of lightning shot out from the crystal at the top, hitting grooves on the demon's metallic skin. However, the opponent continued to walk despite the smoke, his blade arm Lightning flashed from the tip.
Ahriman stepped back and cast another spell.
This time it was black light, and the demon staggered with painful noises, blinded.
Started waving his arms wildly.
The blade hit the ground, crushing a nearby unlucky red letter into powder.
Then, Ahriman raised the wizard sword in his hand, and a huge sword shadow appeared behind him.
The next moment, the sword shadow slashed down violently, making a joyful sound as it split the demon's body, leaving deep cracks on its chest and fallen head, scattering sparks and smoke into the air.
"Damn it!"
Khayon quickly injected power into the demon, and the light in its eyes flickered out before, but lit up again, emitting electricity and sparks.
The Blade Caresser suddenly picked up speed, raising its massive arms again.
Once, twice, three times——
Ahriman nimbly dodged all the swift and violent attacks.
Then the Slaanesh demon suffered a counterattack of unprecedented strength, and its entire body was shaken, folded and bent, and caught on fire as it died.
It fell forward, let out a loud roar, burned with fire, and quickly withered.
But its sacrifice had achieved its goal, and a beam of light flashed out, causing Ahriman to lose his sight for a moment.
"Um?"
When he could see again, Kayon was already in front of him.
Blue flames burned in the eye sockets of the Jackal's helmet.
"It seems that you have improved compared to before, Kayon."
Ahriman said, before the sword in his hand suddenly transformed into a pistol and he pulled the trigger.
The other Scarlet Letters fired at Khayon at the same time, and all who could fire did so.
In an instant, light shone around the two of them.
But when it dispersed, Khayon remained standing, the blue flames in his eye sockets brighter.
"enough."
After Kayon finished speaking, all the red letters were nailed in place, and silence covered the floor like a shroud, with specks of darkness, making the whole world as pure as feathers.
Then he rushed towards Ahriman, so fast that he could barely see. The chief wizard of the Thousand Sons worked very hard to catch the jackal's attack with his staff.
"Brother, the way you look at me is filled with hatred."
Ahriman's voice had a double echo of the sounds Khayon had known.
"Because you're a monster."
With a twist of Khayon's wrist, the scimitar swung away the opponent's staff and swung out a shining arc. This was the fastest speed he could achieve.
Fast enough to cut down this powerful wizard.
In the blink of an eye, the blade drew a thin red line on Ahriman's hand holding the staff, and black blood touched the air.
At this moment, Ahriman suddenly stretched out his free palm, and in his palm was a ball of rotating black energy.
Kayon also extended a palm to greet him.
The moment the two sides touched, Kayon felt that his entire arm was numb.
He failed to catch the blow, and the black flames burned through his armor, burned through his palms, and hit his chest.
Khayon flew out.
"I'm not a monster."
Ahriman glanced at the scar on his wrist. It was so deep that it almost cut off his entire hand.
"The galaxy is changing and we must change too. To survive we must change."
"No."
Khayon struggled to his feet.
"How long has it been since you saw your real face?"
Ahriman shook his head and said coldly:
"Appearances don't matter."
"In that case, how do you explain the scarlet letter?"
"I just want to prove something."
"What?"
"We can also save ourselves."
"ridiculous."
"Is it ridiculous? No, we have dedicated our lives in His name, fighting, bleeding and killing for Him, but when our bodies fail us, when we ask Him for help, He moves His golden eyes to Elsewhere, after all we’ve done.”
"Do you think I still care about this?"
“The real tragedy is to know that great power is at hand, but to fail to use it, that with the scarlet letter I can change everything, I can undo all these broken years, I can twist the rope around our necks and untie it. "
"But you failed."
"Perhaps, but only temporarily. All failures can be corrected before it's too late."
Ahriman's eyes burned with blasphemous fire, and he stretched out his hand toward Khayon.
"I can help you, I can save everyone. Do you want to get your Eldar back? I can help you too."
At a certain moment, Khayon seemed to think about it.
Then he threw two fireballs with lightning directly at Ahriman with lightning speed, and the explosion was mixed with his ridicule.
"You are still as arrogant and stupid as ever. Everyone is right. You are a hopeless idiot, Ahriman."
