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Chapter 707 The Battle of Kamas 4
Two completely opposite forces clashed fiercely. The shield's surface rippled with golden light, yet it stubbornly withstood the impact of the green breath.

The violent shockwaves generated by the mutual annihilation of energy spread outwards, sending several Chaos Warriors and Imperial Soldiers who were fighting nearby flying.

Malaka's face was contorted from the effort of maintaining the spell; he couldn't believe that his opponent could stand up to his masterpiece head-on.

"What...what exactly are you?!" he roared hoarsely, a hint of wavering in his voice for the first time.

Leona had no time to respond.

Resisting this wave of attacks consumed a lot of her energy, but she keenly caught the barely perceptible gaps between the opponent's spells.

Without hesitation, she exerted her strength once again!

The golden shield suddenly expanded outwards, completely dispersing the remaining green energy.

At the same time, she herself shot off like an arrow, breaking through the aftershocks of the energy collision and rapidly closing the distance to Maraka!

Malaka reacted swiftly, and upon seeing Leona approaching, she immediately cast a Chaos spell.

An invisible mental shock, like a poisonous thorn, struck deep into Leona's consciousness, attempting to distort her perception and overwhelm her with hallucinations and excruciating pain.

However, this mental attack, which was enough to instantly incapacitate an ordinary Astartes, was like a wave crashing against an ancient reef the moment it struck Leona's barrier of will.

She paused almost imperceptibly, a fierce glint flashing in her eyes, before continuing her forward momentum with almost no decrease.

Her unique nature endowed her with a high degree of natural resistance to such subspace whispers.

"This is impossible!" Malaka finally showed his surprise, and he hurriedly swung his bone staff in an attempt to block.

But Leona has already entered her absolute domain.

The Lion King's Sword, with a piercing shriek that seemed to tear through the air, slashed toward Malaka's neck.

The wizard's psionic shield shattered like fragile glass before the artifact imbued with the power of an emperor.

At the last moment, Malaka desperately tilted his head back while trying to deflect the sword.

The blade grazed his helmet, shattering the enormous evil eye ornament embedded in his forehead, and also slicing off half of his scalp and ear, revealing the writhing, inhuman flesh beneath.

"Ah!" The excruciating pain caused Malaka to let out a shrill scream. He could no longer maintain his levitation and crashed heavily onto the ruins.

Without pausing, Leona stepped forward, her sword tip aimed directly at Malaka's heart, ready to deliver the final blow.

The fear of near-death awakened Malaka's final potential.

He discarded the bone staff and plunged both hands into the runes on his chest, squeezing out his last bit of spiritual energy in a self-destructive manner.

"In the name of the gods! Fall with me into the abyss!" he roared, his body swelling as if inflated, the runes beneath his skin emitting an ominous, blinding light, clearly indicating that he was about to commit a suicidal psionic detonation!

If successful, intense subspace energy will sweep across the entire region, with unimaginable consequences.

Leona's eyes narrowed.

Her sword strike, which was originally aimed at her heart, instantly changed. She gripped the sword with both hands and delivered a clean and decisive vertical slash from top to bottom!
The golden sword light, like lightning from the heavens, precisely sliced ​​through Malaka's expanding body.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment. A straight golden line appeared in the center of Malaka's body.

His crazed expression froze instantly, his swollen body seemingly frozen in time.

The next second, he was neatly split in two along the golden line and fell to the left and right.

No blood gushed from the cut surface; only chaotic energy sparks flickered wildly before quickly turning charred and carbonized.

The impending burst of psionic energy lost its vessel, and with a muffled thud like a punctured balloon, it dissipated into chaotic psionic winds, causing no further damage except for briefly stunning nearby warriors.

Chaos Lord Malakka has been confirmed dead.

Leona stood atop the ruins, sword in hand, catching her breath.

Although the battle ended quickly, fighting against a Chaos Wizard of such a level had indeed taken a toll on her energy.

She looked around. With Malaka's death, the shadowy claws he had summoned were rapidly dissipating, and the Khorne followers, who had been enhanced by his spells, seemed to have lost some of their support, their offensive noticeably weakening.

"The lord is dead!" Leona raised the Lion King's sword, still gleaming with golden light, and her voice echoed across the battlefield through the megaphone, "For the Emperor! Purify them!"

The morale of the imperial side was boosted.

The warriors of the Holy Blood Angels and the Crimson Crescent roared and launched a resolute counterattack against the enemy forces, who were briefly thrown into disarray.

Company Commander Tycho Brahe led the veterans forward, striving to expand their gains and stabilize the crumbling defenses.

Meanwhile, in the fortress command center, Chen Xi calmly observed the subtle changes in the battle situation.

He saw the local advantage Leona gained from killing the Chaos Lord, but he also saw the enemy forces regrouping after the initial chaos, under the command of other officers or the Chaos Champions.

"Artillery units, extend your firepower to hinder the approach of the enemy's follow-up echelons and focus your attacks on their assembly areas." He revised the order, his tone still calm. "Reserve units, move into the left flank through passage number three and stand by to reinforce the flank positions and prevent enemy infiltration and counterattacks."

"At the orbital level, 'Indomitable Truth' reports that the enemy fleet's offensive has slowed slightly, but the main force has not yet disengaged, and some ships are making tactical adjustments." A communications officer reported that the red dots representing the enemy fleet on the star map were regrouping, not disintegrating.

The temporary easing of tensions on the ground did not fundamentally change the situation of the enemy outnumbering us. Serafax's main force still existed, and its frenzy did not subside due to the temporary setback.

He knew that this was more like a brief respite before the storm.

Leona did not participate in the pursuit, knowing full well the limits of her counterattack.

She handed over command of the front lines to Tycho Brahe and Cassius, and retreated to the rear of a relatively intact defensive fortification for a short rest, while her sharp eyes vigilantly scanned the entire battlefield.

She saw in the distance that more airdrop pods were burning through the atmosphere, and that the enemy's scattered infantry were regrouping into combat squads amidst the roars of their superiors. Further away, heavy units—possibly demonic engines—were vaguely visible, their menacing outlines emerging from the smoke and dust.

She took a deep breath, letting the air, thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood, fill her lungs, and gripped the Lion King's Sword tightly in her hand.

Victory on the ground is far from over. Killing a Chaos Lord was merely a thwart of a key tactical attempt by the enemy, but it may also have provoked an even fiercer counterattack.

The Lion King's plan requires them to hold their ground, draw in and wear down the enemy, and the most brutal battle is probably only just beginning.

She and all her loyal warriors must prepare for an even fiercer storm.

(End of this chapter)