Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 869, 08.868: "The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind."

Ping-buzz! Ping-buzz!

The disintegration force field contained in the Machine God Axe would produce a tooth-grinding, high-frequency resonant hum with each collision with the crudely made, rusty machete in the twisted abomination's hand.

The dazzling sparks, like fleeting stars, burst forth and faded repeatedly in the dimly lit engine bay.

The technical priest, Lati, remained expressionless. Her remaining organic eyes reflected a chilling rage, while her crimson prosthetic eyes analyzed the malevolent creation before her—a creature pieced together from three heads and six arms—with pure logic.

Her only thought was to tear it to shreds to demonstrate the absolute superiority of the machine god's creation.

Before them stood a mountain of flesh, each of its thick arms wielding a sharp blade.

Although it had long since lost its mind, the Dark Eldar's innate and incredibly swift combat instincts remained.

Six battle blades unleashed a dazzling storm of steel, slamming into the tech priest before them.

Latti responded with a full-body mechanical construct.

On the eight-legged altar where she resided, two above and two below, a total of four auxiliary engineering prosthetic limbs extended out like venomous snakes, with diamond drill bits and chainsaw blades at their ends spinning wildly at maximum speed, facing the storm of blades.

This is a duel between inhuman beings, a clash between cold logic and frenzied flesh, the intensity of which has long surpassed the comprehension of mortals.

The bloody battles between the Casteran mechs and the Whiplash servants and the Abusers around them had no effect on the duel between these two giants of steel and flesh.

Just as the axe blade and the knife clashed, an inconspicuous auxiliary twig on the right side of Lati, like a coiled venomous snake, suddenly sprang out at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, piercing straight into the chest of the twisted abomination.

puff!

The sharp dendrites easily pierced through the tough skin and muscle, sinking deep inside.

The internal metal hoses then began to twist and writhe wildly, churning and tearing between the warm flesh and blood, doing everything in their power to cause maximum internal damage.

Eldar and humans share many similarities in their physical structure, such as the location of the heart.

Logically, any living being would die instantly if such a vital organ were damaged.

However, as her combat logic unit anticipated, this monster probably has more than one heart.

She manipulated the dendrites, weaving through the opponent's viscous flesh and blood, piercing every possible source of life.

The twisted abomination let out a deafening roar, its massive body shuddered violently, and its huge triangular head twisted wildly, ignoring the severe injuries inside its body, transforming into a ball of flesh and charging towards Lati.

"You can actually fight back? Interesting! Interesting! Just how many hearts do you have? You damned alien creation! Hahahaha!"

His fighting spirit was completely ignited, and Lati let out a maniacal laugh mixed with binary noise.

The eight legs beneath her feet quickly retreated, creating distance, while she held the Machine God Axe horizontally in front of her like a chevaux-de-frise, precisely meeting the twisted abomination that had transformed into a flesh bomb and was charging towards her.

The axe blade pierced deeply into the monster's chest.

Immediately afterwards, she raised her hand sharply and, with the force of a thunderbolt, launched the heavy mechanical axe like a crossbow!

The decomposition force field emitted a piercing shriek from the semi-gear-shaped axe blade, brutally and ruthlessly tearing the monster's flesh apart from the inside!

Lati laughed wildly, completely immersed in the ecstasy of utterly crushing his competitor's bio-creation.

The retreating action transformed into a counterattack in a matter of milliseconds.

Her hands and the prosthetics behind her reached out at the same time, clamping tightly onto the twisted, abominable arms that were still twitching.

Under the cutting and destructive force of the sharp blade, the artificial super skin on her arm was damaged, revealing a dazzling gold underneath—a gold that was unusual and made of a material that could not be found in ordinary metals.

She held all her prosthetic limbs in front of her, shaping them into a cone, like a human cannonball, and leaped into the huge wound torn open by the Machine God's Axe in the twisted abomination.

puff!
Upon plunging into it, the mountain of flesh instantly collapsed inward, then suddenly exploded, turning into a rain of blood. Lati, covered in blood, burst forth from the completely hollowed-out remains of flesh and blood, like a war goddess born from a sea of ​​blood. Her prosthetic limbs spread out like a peacock's tail, resembling the Thousand-Armed Guanyin in ancient Terran mythology.

However, at that moment, a twisted, laughing face appeared in Lati's prosthetic eye without warning.

That pale, thin face, with only a few tufts of white hair on its head, belonged to the Blood Actress.

He had been lurking nearby, and now, with his four long arms, he pounced on Lati, who had just broken through the mountain of flesh, like a spider hunting its prey.

Lati's organic pupils suddenly widened.

Her combat modules reacted, and all her metal prosthetics—her "three heads and six arms"—instantly aimed at the Bloodwalker, like a shield made of blades and drills, precisely blocking the twisted, blood-stained "surgical tools" in the Bloodwalker's hands.

She did manage to prevent it.

However, at the very moment the metal collided, a short, deformed, and withered parasitic hand emerged from beneath the Bloodthirsty Man's dark purple robe.

That hand looked as if it had been forcibly transplanted or grown from the body, filled with a nauseatingly grotesque and terrifying appearance.

In his deformed, withered hand, he was holding a syringe filled with a dark green solution.

With the speed of a viper's tongue, it pierced Lati's Martian Holy Robe, injecting all the unknown potion inside into Lati's body.

"No! How dare you..."

Lati let out an angry roar, accompanied by static crackling sounds.

But before she could finish speaking, the world before her eyes began to roll downwards, her vision filled with scarlet garbled text and warning runes indicating a system crash.

Warning: Unknown biotoxin has invaded. Nervous system... Logical pathways... Emergency repair protocol activated... Repair failed...

Pfft!
As if all power sources had been instantly cut off, Lati's massive mechanical body, like a skeleton stripped of its soul, fell heavily to the ground, motionless in the gradually accumulating pool of blood.

"Heh heh, soon I'll find out exactly what you are." The Blood Spirit let out a cold, curious laugh.

In the distance, the last Casterland mech was still fighting against more than a dozen tyrants that were besieging it.

All of its whip-wielding servants had been destroyed in battle, leaving it alone to carry out its final command to "protect its master."

Even when it sees its master lying on the ground, it remains unmoved without giving any new commands, continuing its futile killing spree.

The Blood Man sneered. He grabbed Lati's limp body as if dragging a precious trophy, threw her onto the torture throne made of twisted flesh, wrapped her up, fixed her and imprisoned her there, and then turned and walked back to the broken door he had come from.

Boom!
Suddenly, a huge tremor spread throughout the entire cabin, causing the deck beneath the Blood Spirit's feet to shake. The wall lamps on the corridor walls also flickered, plunging the entire cabin into a brief darkness before being illuminated again.

It glanced up at the violently shaking ceiling, clicked its tongue in displeasure, and quickened its pace to leave.

He had just stepped out of the engine room when a dark shadow shot out from the dark corridor to the side, whistling through the air, and with a "thud," it was firmly embedded in the wall beside him.

It was an Imperial-issue Astartes tactical knife, utterly ordinary.

Bloodlust abruptly stopped, coldly staring at the bottomless dark corridor to his left.

A trickle of purplish-red alien blood slowly flowed down its cheek from a wound that had just been cut open by a blade.

It stretched out its long, forked tongue and licked the blood off its face before turning its entire body into the darkness.

In the darkness, a pair of scarlet optical lenses slowly lit up. It revealed a tall warrior clad in full black power armor, his skull-patterned mask grotesque and terrifying.

On his left shoulder was a broad shoulder armor covered with silver inscriptions; while on his right shoulder, there were no emblems or marks, only a blank black expanse, making it impossible to identify his identity.

(End of this chapter)