Warhammer: The Time Traveler

Chapter 371 Sword Slaying Demons (Sixth Update)
Just as the remaining Black Templar warriors were about to be driven to the brink of despair, and the Chaos Demon's blasphemous claws were about to tear apart the last line of defense—

Heavy, swift footsteps echoed from the end of the passage.

Sigismund's figure, like a sharp blade tearing through the shadows, suddenly burst onto the battlefield.

Without the slightest hesitation, or even a battle cry, the power sword seemed to come alive in his hand, bursting forth with an unprecedentedly intense light.

Faced with the claws of the Chaos Demon that were powerful enough to shatter Lemanrus's armor, Sigismund displayed the prowess of the Empire's foremost swordsman.

Instead of confronting him head-on, he slid to the side with incredibly precise footwork, his power sword drawing a simple yet deadly arc, aiming straight for the Great Demon's wrist joint.

This attack forced the monster to withdraw its offensive, instantly disrupting the rhythm of the battle.

"Reorganize!" Sigismund's voice was as cold as iron, coming through his helmet: "Flanking maneuver, and avoid direct eye contact!"

His arrival immediately changed the course of the battle.

The power sword danced in his hand, transforming into a continuous curtain of light, and he fought a fierce and evenly matched battle with the Chaos Demon.

Sigismund's every swing of his sword was precisely aimed at the weak points of the great demon's attack. His unparalleled swordsmanship even subtly suppressed the terrifying creature, forcing it to let out an angry shriek.

However, even someone as powerful as Sigismund showed a lack of experience when faced with this terrifying entity from the depths of the warp.

He was able to contend with and even gain the upper hand against it with his extraordinary martial prowess, but he didn't know how to completely eliminate this blasphemous being.

Although each of his strikes leaves a wound on his opponent, the wound is almost instantly repaired by the writhing flesh and fel energy.

Just as the battle reached a stalemate, Chen Yu's massive mechanical body finally arrived on the battlefield.

He was a step slower than Sigismund, but the object he was carrying immediately drew everyone's attention—a triangular stone pillar that shimmered with a strange, emerald-green light.

A sphere covered with luminous green patterns is embedded in the center of the stone pillar, and it is currently emitting a peculiar energy field.

The moment this energy field spread out, the Chaos Demon let out a painful shriek.

The fel energy aura around it noticeably dimmed, and its constantly rotating eyeballs momentarily froze.

Even more surprisingly, the abnormal mutation on the black Templar warrior next to him, whose body was covered in light blue down, began to slowly fade away!

Under the suppression of the exorcising energy field, the Chaos Demon's power rapidly declined, and its movements became sluggish.

Sigismund's offensive suddenly became even more ferocious, his power sword repeatedly slicing through the great demon's defenses, leaving deep, bone-revealing wounds on his body.

Even so, those wounds are still healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This thing can't be killed!" Sigismund roared during the fierce battle, his sword tearing through the great demon's wings once more, but the wound began to heal in an instant.

Chen Yu's synthesized voice rang out smoothly between the clash of weapons and the blasphemous shrieks: "The spirit-driving force field can only temporarily suppress its regeneration and subspace connection."

Instead of raising the weapon, his massive mechanical arm precisely retrieved a special explosive round from a hidden storage compartment on his chest. The round was slightly larger than the standard size, with complex geometric patterns engraved on its casing and a faint glow.

Instead of using it himself, he handed it to a Black Templar warrior beside him who, despite his damaged armor, was still quite agile.

"Use this," Chen Yu's instruction was concise and clear, "aiming at its core." Although Sigismund was in the midst of a fierce battle, his exceptional combat awareness allowed him to instantly grasp Chen Yu's movements and intentions.

Without a word, his swordplay suddenly changed. The light screen unleashed by "Emperor's Wrath" became denser and more oppressive. A series of exquisite slashes and thrusts wove a net of death, forcibly restraining and sealing all of the Chaos Demon's attention and counterattack routes in front of him.

Just as the Great Demon revealed a brief opening due to Sigismund's fierce attack, the Black Templar warrior who received the order had already raised his gun, aimed, and fired.

The specially made bomb traced an unusual trajectory and silently pierced the Great Demon's chest, which was filled with eyeballs.

There was no violent explosion.

Instead, an unnatural, dark ripple, seemingly capable of absorbing light, erupted from the point of impact.

The Chaos Demon let out a distorted and mournful howl, and its massive body, constructed of fel energy and malice, began to tremble and twist violently, like a holographic image with a faulty signal.

The subspace energy that constitutes its existence becomes extremely unstable, and the terrifying bird-headed monster form flickers and dissipates wildly between reality and illusion.

In that brief moment, deep within the constantly twisting, almost collapsing blasphemous form, a blurry but faintly discernible withered humanoid silhouette belonging to the old navigator emerged like a drowning person.

Sigismund would not miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

His movements were lightning fast; his power sword, imbued with a resolute will to purify everything, drew a cold arc of light—

As the sword flashed, the twisted head, still wailing, that lay somewhere between a bird's head and a human's, was severed.

Sigismund adjusted his breathing slightly, and the power armor servo system emitted a slight depressurization sound.

He looked at Chen Yu, pointed to the twisted wreckage on the ground that was gradually dissipating, and asked in a deep voice, "What kind of bullet did you use?"

Chen Yu responded calmly in a synthesized voice: "A type of special munition targeting subspace entities, the core of which contains the ashes of untouchables. This is one of the results of my research on how to effectively counter subspace threats during the Great Insurgency."

Sigismund immediately realized the value of this ammunition, especially when facing terrifying beings like the Chaos Archdemon.

“The Black Templars need this weapon,” he stated firmly, rather than pleading.

"The manufacturing process of the ammunition itself is not complicated; the key lies in the materials," Chen Yu explained. "Untouchables are extremely rare, and suitable individuals are even rarer. I only obtained one by chance, and eventually made about two hundred of these special explosives."

Sigismund looked at the broken gate of the Navigator's Spire with a grave expression: "We'll probably need it a lot for the rest of our voyage."

Without saying much, Chen Yu's mechanical hand reached into the storage space again, took out a metal magazine containing twenty special explosive rounds that gleamed with a dark light, and handed it to Sigismund. "Use with caution."

Sigismund took the magazine and carefully put it away.

His gaze then fell once more on the twisted breach in the Navigator's Spire, his brow furrowing.

The loss of its navigator means that the Eternal Expedition has lost its eyes and compass in the warp.

“We must leave the warp immediately,” he decided. “Blindly sailing until we find a new navigator is tantamount to suicide.”

(End of this chapter)