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Chapter 253 60, Efilar VS Luo Jia
The saint's spear was thrown to the earth, and the fire storm it set off expanded among the ranks of demons and betrayers, bringing destruction to all blasphemers equally.

She wielded the sacred sword and was unstoppable; the red flames dispelled the haze in the soldiers' hearts and brought them courage.

Saint Efilar descended here, and the demoralized imperial army regained its fighting spirit almost instantly.

When the girl chosen by the Warmaster appeared, it was as if the Warmaster himself was present.

"The time of your destruction has come," the saint declared.

She erupted in a raging fire of disaster, and the sword in her hand was also burning.

Some demons that tried to get close to her were turned into charcoal in the rage of their hearts.

Even the demon primarch Lorgar had to be wary of her presence at this time.

The Primaris Space Marine who was tortured by Lorgar took advantage of this gap to quickly escape and save his own life.

Seeing this, the loyalists cheered together, raised their weapons and aimed at the demons and fallen warriors, launching a counterattack charge.

Anyone who dares to harbor malicious intent against the empire will be struck down.

With wings burning, the saint single-handedly pierced through the tide of demons, effortlessly, as easy as a hot knife through cheese.

The demons that were defeated one after another at one time actually retreated in fear.

The saint's role on the battlefield was so great that he almost turned the situation on the entire battlefield around in an instant.

But even after seeing such power, Luo Jia was still not afraid, but instead revealed a vicious smile.

Saint Ephilar noticed this smile, and a mist of mind flowed from her eyes. She secretly vowed to make this complacent demon primarch pay the price, and personally cut off the traitor's head and present it to the Warmaster.

In the fierce battle, no one noticed that hundreds of thousand-year-old veterans of the Word Bearers were hiding in the waves of demons.

In such a grand battlefield, even the Word Bearers, who have been wreaking havoc in the galaxy for more than ten thousand years, seem insignificant.

Together, these Word Bearers built a huge altar and chanted an ancient spell. They had been preparing for a long time just for this moment.

Lorgar raised his scepter above his head, and the same chanting sound was heard in the air, in tune with the chanting of hundreds of Word Bearers.

The blasphemous spells overlapped each other, growing louder and louder until they became a majestic sound that eclipsed the entire battlefield.

The violent spiritual energy that covered the sky and shook the earth gathered in the chant, and the thunderous explosion was like the last sigh of the destruction of the universe.

At this moment, morbid thunder crossed the sky, as if splitting the sky into a terrible scar. The breath of the gods spread, and the whole world fell into madness.

Purple, green, blue, and blood-red, the four-colored mist gathered into a vortex and enveloped the saint.

The saint stood in the center of the vortex, the barrier of her mind blocking the infiltration of the fog. The fire in her body did not go out, but became even more intense at this moment.

The negative energy of the Warp was boiling and seething in the flames. Countless demons were burned and howled in pain.

Pure white spiritual energy burst out from Efilal's eyes and lips.

The sticky fog of the plague was dispersed by this energy, the bloody hound's spine was broken, and cracks appeared on the crystal.

As girls chosen by the Warmaster, if Shivara is the most powerful user of the life magnetic field in the heart network, then Aiferal is the most powerful spiritual practitioner.

The saint's heart was as flawless as her appearance.

Even the mighty power of the gods seemed to have little effect.

Even Luo Jia, who cast the spell, thought that this plan would end in failure.

But at this moment, a purple veil came rolling in. This soft veil was not as fierce as the other visions, but it easily broke through the mental barriers and wrapped Efilar in an instant.

Shrouded by the veil, all sorts of blasphemous visions appeared before Efilar's eyes.

The saint's burning wings spread out angrily, and the scorching flames frightened countless demons.

But the flame could not burn the purple veil. No matter how she struggled, she could not break free from the seemingly soft veil.

All sorts of blasphemous scenes continued to appear, and no matter how powerful she was, it was of no use.

Realizing that the saint was in danger, the loyal warriors collectively fell into violent rage, and they roared and rushed towards Efilar's direction.

The soldiers waved their weapons, trying to rescue the saint.

But the demons that had been driven back by the saints before surged forward again, blocking their way.

A pillar of red fire shot up into the sky. The saint endured the annoying illusion and struggled to stand up again.

With her burning wings flapping, Efilar threw the spear in her hand out again with all her might.

The moment the spear left his hand, it penetrated a distance of more than ten kilometers. Red flames burned, leaving a blazing trail in the air.

At this moment, Luo Jia in the distance let out a painful roar.

The Demon Primarch underestimated the Saint's fighting ability, and he also underestimated the weapon in the Saint's hand.

The spear forged from Argentum pierced through the Primarch's demigod body in just a moment, leaving spider-web-like cracks all over Lorgar's chest.

The flowing demigod blood was evaporated by the flames carried by the spear before it even dripped.

Luo Jia did not expect that even if he had made sufficient preparations, the saint would still be able to burst out with a terrible fighting will.

The demon primarch endured the severe pain caused by the spear piercing him and quickened his chanting.

More veils came over, overlapping layer by layer to cover the saint.

Six layers of veil wrapped around the saint's body. The only thing left in Efilar's mind, that little possessive desire for the warmaster, was now magnified infinitely.

The lascivious music rang in her ears, and the illusion became more depraved.

The saint forced herself to ignore these things, but the annoying desires and inappropriate thoughts were like a veil wrapped around her body. The more she fought against them, the more she forced herself, the tighter the veil of desire wrapped around her.

In the constant tug of war between reason and desire, the saint was shaken, and ripples began to form in his pure and innocent heart.

The soldiers were grief-stricken at the sight, and Asmodai clearly saw an unnatural blush on the saint's porcelain cheeks.

They had no idea what had happened to the Saint, and they would never have imagined that on this bloody battlefield, Lorgar would mobilize the power of the gods to show the Saint images of Slaanesh.

In the eyes of the Empire's loyalists, the saint must have encountered a terrible psychic curse, otherwise why would the flawless saint have red face, trembling all over, and even breathing becoming heavy.

The saint's suffering drove countless warriors mad.

How could the spokesperson of the Supreme War Marshal be harmed by demons?

They charged forward recklessly, terrifying streams of energy bursting out from the psyker's eyes.

But the demons also launched a more ferocious counterattack at this time, overwhelming the loyalists like a tide.

Chaos would not allow their plan to have any flaws. As long as Saint Efilar fell, the Empire's warmaster would lose a powerful arm before the war. In despair, a series of light and agile figures suddenly leaped on the battlefield.

They are dancing elves who use their exquisite dance moves to turn killing into a performance.

But their role is not limited to this. The dance of the Veil Walker seems to have some kind of magic. As she dances, the veil covering the saint is gradually blown away.

Lorgar waved his scepter, and the Word Bearers stepped forward, trying to tear apart these suddenly appearing Eldar clowns.

The Demon Primarch would never allow anyone to ruin his plan, but the clowns who came to support him began to dance. They carried the oracle of the God of Laughter, Silogo, and even the weapons in their hands were blessed by the God of Laughter.

With swift steps and blessed weapons, even Fallen Space Marines can be chopped into pieces easily.

The clown's magic began to take effect. The Curtain Walker Sinland stepped barefoot on the ground, and his graceful and beautiful dance carried countless points of light.

While the Eldar were being ravaged by Slaanesh for a long time, they also figured out a way to deal with the evil god.

The veil on Saint Efilar was peeled off layer by layer. When the last layer of veil fell from her face, the Curtain Walker saw the saint's cheeks like the sunset and her eyes like autumn water.

But the next moment, the saint suddenly stood up and rushed towards Luo Jia regardless of everything.

The sword in her hand carried unimaginable energy, emitting dazzling flames like a blazing sun.

"boom!--"

The saint launched an angry attack, and before Luo Jia could even come out of the spellcasting state, the flaming sword pierced his shoulder.

The overflowing energy hit the earth, and like an earthquake, the entire planet was shaking.

In the aftermath of the flames, all creatures that stepped on the ground, whether they were powerful demons or Primaris Space Marines, lost their balance and fell to the ground.

The earth was opened up layer by layer, and deep and bottomless rifts appeared on the surface of the planet.

The continents of Planet Belia IV are changing rapidly.

But the saint still did not give up the attack, she rushed into the fire with sword in hand.

Facing the extremely angry saint, if Luo Jia had not run fast enough, he might have died here today.

The saint unleashed a power that made all dark beings tremble, and the demon army had to retreat temporarily.

When the storm of fire dissipated, people saw the flawless saint with flaming wings, standing proudly under the sky with spear and sword in hand.

People cheered, but the next second, Efilar fell unconscious, his wings made of fire went out, and he fell from the sky.

The outburst just now was not without cost. It was not easy to defeat a well-prepared Demon Primarch. Her power was overdrawn too seriously.

The nuns caught the saint together and sent Efilar to the rear under the escort of the soldiers.

Although they achieved a short-lived victory, they also paid a price.

Many compatriots have died on the battlefield, and their desperate fate has become clear. Without the saint, an important fighting force, countless demons will devour them.

Their bodies and souls will also be desecrated, and everything is so hopeless.

With the fall of Ephilar, the loyalists desperately need a powerful elder to lead them.

In this critical moment, Asmodai from the Dark Angel took the initiative to assume this heavy responsibility. His sense of guilt spurred him on and he volunteered to devote all his strength and talents to this war.

He was powerful enough, famous enough, and had extraordinary qualifications, so the command center quickly agreed that several think tanks would help him develop the most effective war strategy.

What Asmodai needs to do most now is to use his talents to ignite the fire in the hearts of the loyalists again, so as not to let the soldiers fall into despair.

But even if he dedicated everything to the war, it was still difficult to change the bad situation of the war.

The demons of Khorne broke through the last line of defense and entered the core area of ​​the temple city.

The unclean flames spread to every part of the Eldar ruins. The loyalists mobilized all their heavy firepower, and intensive artillery fire exploded one after another.

The demons also deployed terrible war engines.

The Fallen Warband, the World Eaters, the Death Guard and other heretic Astartes also invested heavily in the war at this time.

The elite among these traitors dealt a heavy blow to the loyal soldiers. The entire temple city became a terrible meat grinder, and the fighting between the two sides was inseparable.

Abandoned wraith buildings collapsed one after another, statues of the Eldar gods were set ablaze by the flames of war, and the terrible aftermath of the war wiped out all traces of civilization.

Led by the Veil Walkers, the Eldar Harlequins actively roam the battlefield, doing their best to help the Human Empire.

Xinland knew very well that if they wanted to gain the recognition of the warlord favored by the Mother Goddess, they must actively demonstrate their value.

The voices of officers at all levels echoed throughout the communication channel. Heavy laser weapons and Destroyer cannons kept firing, and according to instructions, saturation strikes were carried out on the coordinate points.

The loyalists do their best to vent their anger on the blasphemers.

However, the disparity in strength still caused them to retreat step by step. The temple was divided and the artillery positions were captured one by one by the demons.

The hell beasts of Khorne roared into the Imperial camp, madly biting every living thing.

Swarms of Nurgle's Flys swarm the sky, spreading the Gift of Blessing across the battlefield.

The unclean ones of Slaanesh blasphemed everything, they laughed happily and enjoyed the fun of fighting.

Crystal saucers hovered in the air, throwing balls of warp fire towards the Imperial lines.

Asmodai was caught in a wave of demons and was besieged by countless demons.

Countless warriors have tied melta bombs to their bodies, and the fighting brothers gave each other their final blessings.

Even in death, the Emperor's soldiers will never submit to Chaos.

Just when all hope seemed lost.

A huge golden sky eagle projection suddenly enveloped the entire galaxy. The dark color of the sky was instantly replaced by sticky golden light, and the salvation of the Supreme War Marshal descended on the battlefield.

In the core area of ​​the Eldar city, a brilliant light suddenly erupted, and a huge star gate appeared in the sky.

Thousands of imperial warships and huge rams emerged from the star gate with unparalleled power.

One after another, huge warships suddenly leapt into the sky, blocking out the sun. Their scale was so huge that it made all beings tremble.

Thanks to the webway, the time it took the Empire to reach Belia IV was shortened by more than half.

The first to airdrop onto the ground battlefield were millions of Catachan soldiers equipped with armor of destruction.

Flames blazed across the sky, and the rain of fire swept away the darkness, illuminating the battlefield in one fell swoop.

(End of this chapter)