The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Chapter 3462: Dual Kings' City Massacre

“Wahahaha! Of course, it's me! Champion of the Crimson God! The invincible Valgûl!”

With a roar, a metal chariot crashed through the roof of the Senate. It shimmered with the silver light of living metal, its silhouette resembling a giant scorpion, with sharp scythe-like edges on both sides. Two Flayed Ones, fused with weapons, were positioned on the front left and right. Its hooked tail was covered in repulsive spikes, hung with bloody heads and flesh, like a curtain of gore. Inside, it carried the terrifying Bone Lord, who dragged a chain in his hand, tethered to hundreds of Genestealer heads of various shapes.

“What a feast! What a joy!”

The Bone Lord let out a laugh that chilled even pureblood Genestealers to the bone. He raised his scepter high, leading the Crypt Ghoul guard, who burst out of the Senate, into the Genestealer Cult's manufactorum.

The gathered Genestealers immediately tried to resist, but their traitorous power was meaningless against the Flayed Ones. The hastily organized Solanta Defense Force scattered before the Bone Lord like waves split by a prow. When he got excited, he would even raise his scepter and unleash a dazzling green lightning bolt, blasting dozens of screaming Genestealers into fragments of bizarrely dissipated matter—the harvest of this hunt was already plentiful. They didn't lack flesh; they were merely satisfying their bloodlust and the Crimson God's mission.

Behind him, the Crypt Ghouls, gigantic and running like the wind, followed closely, tearing at those with xenos blood with their claws and sharp teeth.

But even more terrifying was the red mist from below. Shrieking Flayed Phantoms appeared like ghosts behind the rebel soldiers, skinning and dismembering them. At the same time, tens of thousands of Bloodscarab Beetles with spikes and mouthparts poured out of every crack in the ground. They were even more terrifying than the Flayed Ones. Wherever they went, all living things would disappear in an instant, leaving nothing behind.

The terrified rebels began firing at everything in front of them. Machine guns howled, spewing hot bullets, but this only attracted the elusive Flayed Phantoms.

The Soulscourge Lord floated across the battlefield, occasionally descending rapidly like a meteor shower. Wherever it landed with overwhelming force, it would snap countless twisted necks and skulls before rising into the sky again.

After dozens of fire points were successively slaughtered, no Genestealer dared to operate those weapons anymore.

“Captain! Retreat!”

The Flayed Ones' intervention suddenly reduced the pressure on the Emperor's Scythes. Menelaus quickly suggested to Agesta, but Agesta stared blankly at those being slaughtered, muttering:

“What can we still save…”

“Save ourselves! Save those who can still be saved!”

This sentence reminded Agesta, and he nodded.

“Retreat! Move to the right!”

As the Emperor's Scythes retreated, the Flayed Ones still showed no interest in them, only caring about slaughtering other living beings. The Genestealers, who had started the uprising in haste, had lost their Patriarch and Magus and could not organize effective resistance at all, relying only on a few leaders to make decisions. Their decision was to occupy this city and wait for the arrival of the angels, but now it seemed more likely to become their tomb.

While Solanta trembled in the Flayed Ones' slaughter, Soshjan had already entered the true interior of the Pharos.

When it was abandoned, the Ultramarines sealed all the passages inside the Pharos with a huge amount of molten iron, which would be difficult to break through under normal circumstances. But Soshjan at this time obviously could not be measured by normal standards, using the phase shifting mode to directly pass through the rock layer.

However, after arriving inside, Soshjan found that the Pharos was different from ordinary Necron tombs. Its structure was quite incredible. For example, Soshjan could walk on the ceiling of the passage without being affected by gravity, and on the surface, he was walking upwards, but in reality, he was going downwards, or repeatedly passing through the same area without actually going back.

Soshjan walked through the passage, and the forks in the road appeared more and more frequently, and they became wider and wider. Soon he encountered ancient walkways and plasteel steps.

“Is this Imperial?”

Soshjan checked the equipment and saw the Mechanicus symbol printed on the metal, but this was not surprising, after all, Guilliman had already used this place ten thousand years ago.

Following the route of the machines, Soshjan passed through an open spiral tunnel. At the end of this road, it twisted and wrinkled into the black rock.

Soshjan directly entered phase form, passed through the black stone barrier, and entered a huge cave.

The ground here was covered with the remains of scarab beetles. Although many years had passed, their silver surfaces still glittered.

The Ultramarines at that time may have triggered the internal defense system of this device. Soshjan raised his hand, and quantum red mist drilled into the bodies of those scarab beetle remains.

Accompanied by a creepy, dense clicking sound, the bodies of these scarab beetles began to mutate, growing sharp claws, spikes, and scythe blades, and eventually turning into Bloodscarab Beetles for the Flayed Ones to use—the Flayer Curse also applies to constructs.

In a few seconds, countless red scarab beetles surrounded Soshjan like a red cloud. These reactivated scarab beetles became terrifying killing machines. As the Flayed Ones walked the path of slaughter, they would devour those victims, taking the flesh back to the temple and the Flayed Ones' gathering place, just like worker ants feeding the queen.

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But now, they were just Soshjan's tools.

Soshjan's gaze swept across the Black Stone Hall. He could see glowing shapes moving deep within it. Many tunnels led outwards from the cave to unknown places. These caves varied greatly in size, from micropores for scarab beetles to enter and exit to large enough to accommodate a Knight Titan.

Suddenly, he felt something and pressed his hands on the ground.

A tremor, very weak, and still weakening.

Panic.

After a moment, Soshjan retracted his hand, revealing a smile.

“No need to hide, Zahurash. You know I've come, and I know you're here.”

Still silence. Soshjan raised his hand, and countless Bloodscarab Beetles swarmed out, quickly dispersing along the tunnels.