The Protoss in Warhammer

Chapter 111 104. The Power of the Ancient Saints

The captain of the first company stared at the young man floating in the air in front of him. Although the other party looked very handsome and even beautiful, he would not easily think that this was a soft persimmon. On the contrary, he could clearly feel the powerful psychic power from this life form, or this object.

This terrible power was no less than the feeling of facing the original body, and even slightly better.

From the outside, Cole seemed to have set up his attack and was ready to launch an attack at any time, but Gray standing in front of him could clearly feel the heart of the Chaos servant in front of him. Obviously, this shameless guy was ready to find an opportunity to escape from here.

"Die!"

Cole roared, and everyone including his brothers thought that the captain of the first company was about to launch a charge, but he threw out a few tarot cards and then ran away immediately.

Gray took a look and immediately understood what was inside, and was a little speechless. Do Chaos wizards throw a few demons when they run away?

Under the stunned gaze of all the mortal soldiers and Astartes, a colorful smoke enveloped the battlefield, and the messenger of the Lord of Change and his demon army arrived on the battlefield.

A bird-shaped monster several tens of meters long came to the battlefield, and three pairs of yolk eyes stared at the Word Bearers and mortal servants in front of him.

"Damn Khayon!! Where did you take me?!"

The Tzeentch demon let out a sharp and unpleasant roar, waving the magic wand in his hand. And under his feet, a large number of Tzeentch demons screamed and launched an attack, pink fear demons, floating demon fish, and those demon soldiers stepping on flying discs screamed out. These demons were obviously in a very bad temper, and they obviously wanted to hit something to vent their anger.

"I am the messenger of the Lord of Change! The prophet of the warp, Ah... Sindre! What the hell is this!!!"

Just as the blue bird-headed demon in front of him was about to say a few harsh words, he suddenly found that Gray, who had been gloomy, was staring at him, and he screamed in fear. In just a few seconds, he had quickly figured out the thread and direction of fate and discovered his own tragic fate.

The Great Demon chanted his strongest spell in despair, and when he released all the power he had accumulated over thousands of years through his brass staff, he hoped that he could resist the opponent's future actions and buy time for his escape.

This terrible attack was enough to damage the Primarch, but Gray looked at the energy ball in front of him that was nearly as big as a car, and just waved his hand impatiently, dispersing the energy that was very weak to him.

The Astartes and their slaves were so surprised that they couldn't say a word after seeing this scene, and some of the more clever people had discovered that their demon allies had suddenly disappeared, and now only the Tzeentch demons that had just been released were left on the battlefield. But they didn't have much energy to continue fighting. After seeing Gray, these creatures in the warp let out miserable cries and fled in panic like a tide.

An old Word Bearer soldier looked at the scene in front of him and said in disbelief

"This is impossible..."

For this soldier who had participated in the siege of Terra, he had seen these demons charge fearlessly, even when the white-scarred Primarch in front of them waved the artifact in his hand and had no intention of retreating. But now, in front of this alien who was no different from a mortal, they actually retreated in fear.

The other party did not wear any tools to isolate psychic energy, no black stone, no spirit bones, he just stood there and scared away an entire demon army.

Gray squinted his eyes and looked at the ugly demon in front of him. The six eyes of the demon also looked at the warp power in front of him in horror. Perhaps in the eyes of those creatures without the favor of the warp, this was just a beautiful neutral youth facing a powerful demon, but the actual situation was completely the opposite.

The young man with long blue hair condensed a dagger made of pure warp power out of thin air and gently threw it at the big demon in front of him. The birdman frantically flapped his wings, trying to escape the fatal attack, but as a creature of the warp, he had no way to escape, and the dagger pierced his heart.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!"

Accompanied by a heart-wrenching scream, the demon fell from the sky powerlessly and hit the ground hard, with six golden eyes wide open.

The veteran who had just made a shocked sound carefully touched the demon in front of him and murmured

"He is dead, without a trace of soul left..."

All the Astartes and mortals were unusually quiet, but their hearts were like a volcanic eruption. Yes, a powerful demon, in the true sense, died.

Because demons in the warp will not die in the strict sense, they will only be expelled from the physical universe back to the warp, waiting for the next arrival. But now a powerful devil is really dead, his soul did not return to the sea of ​​souls but disappeared out of thin air.

The Astartes turned their eyes back to the "person" who launched the incredible attack. Gray's left hand was holding a blue soul that was roaring in pain. No matter how the soul wailed and cried, the young man still kept a cruel smile and refused to let go.

The young man ate the soul slowly, like sucking a milkshake, and licked his fingers after eating it. He commented

"The soul of the subspace creature... is really delicious..."

"And here, there are so many... delicious things."

Gray looked at the Chaos believer standing in front of him, frightened and motionless, and said with a gloomy smile

"So, who wants to be the next one?"

The captain took a deep breath, and then

"Gods be above!!!!"

The morale of the Chaos believers collapsed. The mortal servants and rebels pushed each other and screamed and ran to the back. Even the Astartes were infected by those lowly lives. Their hands holding guns began to tremble. The fear from the soul finally overcame the biological transformation. They pushed away the mortals behind them and started to run for their lives.

This is not surprising. They who live in the Great Eye have always believed in the power of the Chaos Gods, but now his messengers have been quickly and easily eliminated, which makes it impossible for people to calm down.

Especially for the Word Bearers, they don't have the iron will of the other Chaos Legions. Only by staying alive can they have a chance to continue to work for their masters. At least in their eyes.

The two- or three-story-high war machine reversed without caring about the safety of the soldiers behind it, running over the crowd with bloodstains. Hundreds of thousands or even millions of troops were scared away by one person, and the crisis threatening the entire fortress was instantly resolved.

The surviving defense forces of the fortress were also scared and stayed where they were, not knowing what to say, but they should be glad that the Chaos troops escaped.