Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 850, page 08.849: 'A Gift Like Fire'

In this cruel universe where all sorts of monsters and demons roam, when it comes to the power of a single individual, humanity has never been considered powerful.

Compared to the perfect bodies of the Adarin, which seem to have been sculpted by the gods and born for battle, human bones are so fragile, muscles so loose, and nerve reflexes so slow.

An Adarling who has received basic combat training can easily slaughter an entire squad of Astragalus soldiers.

However, humanity still possesses a formidable quality that makes the universe tremble—a reckless fanaticism rooted in faith.

In the epic saga of galactic expansion spanning tens of thousands of years, humanity made unprecedented breakthroughs in biology and pharmacology in order to unify Terra and fight against aliens far more powerful than itself in the boundless sea of ​​stars.

Since the legendary era of the Thunder Warriors, humanity has been using large quantities of potent combat drugs.

Many of the most powerful formulas are said to have originated from the unfathomable wisdom of the emperor himself.

Even in the darkest of the forty-first millennium, when the Lord of Man sat immobile on his golden throne, his wisdom and will still flowed across the battlefields of the human world through these battle potions.

They were bestowed upon the most loyal warriors—the monks of Astartes and the elite of the Imperial Academy of Loyal Succession, including the iron-willed Imperial Ministry of Justice bailiffs who emerged from the Academy, to use the short-term enhancements they provided to accomplish seemingly impossible tasks.

The savage monkey before them, whose strength had suddenly become extraordinary, unleashed a reaction and power completely beyond the limits of its species.

Chief Justice Javert's stun baton crackled with electricity, sending arcs of electricity through the air as he delivered three swift and devastating blows, like three bolts of lightning, to the Ducalli leader.

The alien leader managed to parry twice thanks to the natural elegance and speed of his race, but under the overwhelming force of the third attack, his seemingly perfect balance was finally broken, and he had to retreat hastily, trying to create distance again.

"Hmph, just a bunch of savage monkeys, no different from those drug addicts in the Witch Spirit Cult, relying on crude potions to make up for the lowliness of their race." The Dukali leader steadied himself and mocked in sharp Ida language, trying to break the other's will with words.

The Witch Spirit Cult he spoke of differed from the typical Dukali who preferred to absorb painful energy; those madmen were obsessed with various highly addictive combat potions concocted by the Blood Spirits.

But he didn't know that the combat drugs used by humans were fundamentally different from the sensory-stimulating drugs used in Comoros.

They contain the divine wisdom of the Lord of mankind, and are the final blessing and test bestowed upon His most loyal servants.

These drugs can enable well-trained and experienced warriors to unleash combat potential beyond their physical limits in a short period of time, but at a huge cost—each use means incalculable damage to the body, and a long interval must be allowed between uses to recover, otherwise permanent and irreversible damage will be left.

To ensure that this power is truly used for the most critical holy wars, rather than becoming a source of entertainment for addicts, the Lord of Humanity used a unique formula when designing these potions.

It does not bring any addictive pleasure, but only makes every nerve and every inch of flesh of the injector feel intense pain as if they are being roasted by fire.

Those who embrace it are only those resolute souls who are willing to give everything to defeat the enemy of the God Emperor and possess an iron will of forbearance.

"Aaaaah!" The Grand Counsel gritted his teeth and let out a roar that suppressed endless pain. He ignored the excruciating pain that was enough to burn away the will of a mortal, and instead transformed it into pure, cold rage, and once again approached the alien in front of him at an astonishing speed.

Beneath his thick, black armor, his muscle fibers bulged abnormally, veins stood out like twisted venomous snakes, and every inch of his skin was stretched to its limit by the burning sensation.

The Dukali leader remained calm and even morbidly appreciative as he watched the savage monkey before him squeeze out its life potential, making this duel, which was a life-or-death gamble, even more interesting.

However, just as he was about to once again gracefully toy with his opponent, a shocking baton crackling with electricity suddenly shot out from his side and slammed hard into his shoulder! With just one blow, his ornate shoulder armor shattered and fell off, and the poisoned barbs on it were brutally broken off.

Ducalli's leader turned his head in surprise to see that the person who attacked him was another bailiff.

These black-armored savage monkeys seemed to share some kind of Gestalt consciousness with their chief legal officer.

The moment he injected the combat serum, all the bailiffs, without hesitation and in perfect unison, injected the strange golden serum into their own bodies.

A moment later, the air inside the entire boarding sheath seemed to become scorching hot and viscous.

These black-armored monkeys, with expressions that were difficult for ordinary people to understand—a mixture of pain and ecstasy—launched a desperate charge with astonishing courage and pure brute force against the aliens who had just absorbed a large amount of painful energy and were becoming increasingly frenzied.

The ferocity and intensity of the battle escalated to a new level. Amidst the flashing blades and sparks of electricity, an extremely primal and savage unrestrained fight erupted, fueled by the suppressed screams of the bailiffs and the frenzied howls of the ducarries.

The bailiffs completely ignored the wounds on their bodies caused by sharp blades, because no physical pain could compare to the intense, pure heat coursing through their veins, like magma.

When they swarm in, the limited space of the boarding sheath greatly restricts the maneuverability and evasion that Ducati are so proud of.

The riot shields, like a moving iron wall, pushed forward aggressively, roughly shoving and squeezing the ducalties together, as if they were being crammed into a narrow sardine can.

The shock baton, crackling with electricity, lashed out haphazardly yet deadly at the alien's body and skull. The crisp sound of bones breaking echoed incessantly as their limbs were snapped, hanging limply from their torsos like kites with broken strings.

The energy of pain in the air became unprecedentedly intense.

This time, however, the source is no longer the victims of the Dark Eldar, but the perpetrators themselves.

Bang! With two muffled explosions, the thermoelectric cutting bomb burned through the thick outer shell of the boarding sheath from the side, opening up two new passages.

The scorching air, carrying the smell of molten metal, rushed in, and two blinding beams of light suddenly shone into this cold, dark, cramped space filled with blood and death.

"Quick! Get out this way!" Imperial Navy boarding crews used molten cutting bombs and powered demolition axes to artificially carve out new passages from both sides.

A sergeant took the lead and stepped into the chaotic fighting zone, where they struggled to pull the trapped crew members away from the chaos.

*Splat!* A stream of warm blood suddenly splattered onto the sergeant's goggles.

He instinctively wiped away the blood with his hand, which was covered in a gloved mask. He then saw a bailiff standing right in front of him, instantly hacked into a human pig by two rapidly spinning scimitars.

But the next second, the abusive alien was knocked to the ground by a shock baton swung in the chaos, followed by a rain of electric batons hitting him.

Finally, a bailiff picked up a power tomahawk dropped by a fallen naval demolition expert and smashed it down on the alien's head with all his might, finally ending the desecrated and evil life that had been beaten beyond recognition.

The duel between Chief Justice Xavier and the leader of Nadukali continues.

With the aid of combat potions, one was as brave as a god, and the other as swift as a ghost. For a time, the two fought to a standstill, evenly matched.

However, as time went by, that borrowed power eventually began to wane.

As the Chief Justice's strength rapidly diminished, his movements slowed, each swing of his baton felt like dragging a heavy burden, becoming increasingly sluggish.

"What's wrong, you savage monkey?" The Ducali leader noticed the change in his opponent. He let out a pleasant chuckle, and the attacks with his scimitar became even more gorgeous and deadly. "Your frail body can't withstand this small price anymore? Heh, I thought you were something special. It seems that a savage monkey is just a savage monkey after all."

However, the Dukali leader also paid a price.

Faced with the relentless onslaught of these fearless lunatics, he gradually felt overwhelmed.

Just then, a perfectly cut dark gem at his waist began to emit an ominous purple glow.

Upon seeing this beam of light, a confident and cruel smile returned to his otherwise grotesque and handsome face, which was now slightly contorted from the battle.

He wasn't going to play along any longer.

His accomplices had already reached the designated rendezvous point, and the teleportation crystal belt around his waist, crafted by the most elite Bloodcrafters of Comoros, was his last guarantee for a safe retreat.

However, before leaving this ridiculous monkey warship, he planned to claim one last... sweetest reward filled with despair and endless suffering.

He would never let this sweet treat slip through his fingers.

(End of this chapter)