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Chapter 706 The Battle of Kamas 3
The impact points of the Chaos Drop Pods resembled festering wounds, spreading across the defensive positions surrounding the Crimson Crescent Monastery.

Thick smoke and dust mingled with the acrid smell of propellant, but even more unsettling was the visible distortion permeating the air, and the sensory-disorienting buzzing caused by the warp energy eroding reality.

The whistling of bombs, the roar of chainsaw weapons, the shouts of soldiers and the cries of the dying intertwine to create a bloody symphony, while in the background, there are silent screams of reality being forcibly torn apart.

Leona moved through the enemy ranks like the core of a deep green storm.

The Lion King's Sword transformed into deadly golden streaks in her hands, each strike precise and efficient.

A warrior with 10,000 eyes held a blaster and tried to aim. His armor was covered with pulsating, fleshy growths, and the barrel of the gun seemed to be slightly bent due to some kind of internal distortion.

A flash of sword light, and his arm and weapon flew off his body. Before he could scream, a backhand sword had already pierced through his neck armor.

Another Chaos cultist, wielding a power axe, roared as he charged forward, his movements appearing particularly bizarre due to the unnatural reverse twisting of his joints.

Leona sidestepped the illogical slash, her sword tip striking his mutated knee joint. The energy field tore apart the hybrid structure of terracotta and proliferating chitin, crippling his mobility, and then finished him off with a final blow.

Her fighting style is in line with that of Lion King Leon: direct, efficient, and without any redundancy, yet it also carries a touch of her own, more agile rhythm.

She is not only killing, but also guiding the battle, fighting against the chaotic forces that permeate this battlefield and attempt to distort the laws of physics.

Under her leadership, the mixed front of veterans of the Holy Blood Angels and new recruits of the Crimson Crescent Moon stabilized their position, fighting against the enemies whose forms had undergone terrifying changes, and even began to advance, suppressing the initial landing Chaos Assault Team.

"For Saint Gilles!" Tycho roared through the communications channel as his power sword cleaved a Chaos warrior in two, hot blood splattering onto his crimson armor.

However, Chaos's offensive was not solely reliant on brute force.

Behind the front lines, on the ruins of a destroyed anti-aircraft gun emplacement, space began to distort unnaturally.

A purplish-black ripple spread through the air, and the deep, blasphemous chanting seemed to penetrate directly into the minds of every living thing.

Leona immediately sensed this unusually powerful psionic energy fluctuation.

She suddenly looked up at the ruins.

A figure wearing a tattered, purplish-black robe was seen hovering several feet above the ground.

He was not a pure berserker of Khorne, but a wizard who served the indivisible gods of chaos.

His exposed skin was covered with twisted, writhing runes, his eyes burned with murky, ever-changing psionic flames, and he held a bone staff with several agonizing skull fragments embedded at its tip.

He is one of the Chaos Lords of the Thousand-Eyed Warband, named Malaka.

"Psionicist!" Leona warned sharply, as she charged toward Maraka.

Malaka emitted a non-human shriek, a mixture of laughter and incantations, as he swung his bone staff.

The ground in front of him instantly cracked, and thick, asphalt-like dark energy surged from the cracks, transforming into dozens of shadowy claws that grabbed at the approaching Imperial warriors.

A new recruit from the Crimson Crescent Moon was caught off guard and entangled by the shadowy claws. He let out a shrill scream as his power armor was corroded and peeled off at a visible speed, melting into a pool of filthy slime along with the flesh inside.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God! Skull offering to the Skull Throne!" Stimulated by the witchcraft, the surrounding Khorne followers became even more frenzied, launching a new charge regardless of casualties, attempting to buy time for Malaka's spellcasting. Company Commander Tycho attempted to fire his bomb gun at Malaka, but the bombs were deflected and detonated by an invisible psionic shield several meters away from the wizard.

"His shield is too strong!" Tycho roared.

Leona did not stop.

"Cover me! His spell needs channeling!" she commanded over the communication channel as she rapidly approached in a zigzag pattern, dodging the shadowy claws that kept emerging from the ground and the occasional bombs fired from the air.

Maraka noticed the threat that was rushing straight towards her.

He sensed a power within Leona that was similar in nature to, yet different from, the source of order he loathed.

He swung his staff again, this time aiming directly at Leona.

The air in front of Leona froze instantly, as if it had turned into transparent gel.

An immense pressure was pressing down on her from all sides, trying to hold her in place.

The power armor's servo system emitted an overload protest sound, and sparks flew from the joints.

"Imprisonment!" Malaka's hoarse voice was filled with mockery.

Leona let out a low shout, not relying on brute force, but resonating her will with the power of the Lion King's Sword.

The golden light on the sword suddenly intensified, dispelling the oppressive atmosphere around it like a miniature sun.

She took a sudden step forward, the blade slicing through the stagnant air with a tearing sound like cloth being ripped, forcefully breaking through the area confined by psionic energy.

A flicker of surprise crossed Maraka's murky eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a deeper malice.

He abandoned the sustained spells and prepared a more destructive attack. He raised his bone staff high, and ghastly green flames erupted from the eye sockets of the skull at its tip. The surrounding temperature plummeted, and frost even formed on the ground.

"Breath of Decay!" he shrieked, and a dark green shockwave, radiating extreme cold and corrupting energy, swept towards Leona.

Wherever it goes, metal rusts, rocks crumble, and even the air seems to freeze and poison.

A dark green energy wave swept in, covering a wide area and almost blocking all of Leona's possible evasion routes.

The armor of the Holy Blood Angel warriors who tried to provide cover behind her reacted violently the moment it touched the eerie green aura. It not only quickly began to smoke and dissolve, but also caused their vital signs to plummet.

Leona's pupils contracted slightly. Faced with this deadly torrent of magic, she did not choose to retreat, but instead held the Lion King Sword firmly in front of her, gripping the hilt tightly with both hands.

She mobilized the power within her that was of the same origin as the original body—this was not pure psychic energy, but a deeper authority derived from the very essence of the Emperor's creation.

In an instant, the dazzling golden light was no longer confined to the sword, but expanded outward from her center, forming a solid hemispherical halo shield.

The dark green breath, imbued with decaying power, slammed into the golden shield, and a chilling sound of energy erosion erupted at the point of impact.

(End of this chapter)