Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 58 Fierce Battle to Repel the Demons
The thousand Night Guardians are resolute and fearless in the face of the demons. Decades of rigorous training have honed their will to perfection.

The swords, spears, and halberds in their hands emitted cutting rays that cleaved through everything, weaving into a deep blue net of light.

The soldiers meticulously calculated each firing interval and coordinated with their colleagues to take turns firing, ensuring continuous firepower.

Fearless!

The Slaanesh demons, adept at sensing emotional shifts, perceived in their enemies a fearless courage and a deep sense of contempt.

It was an innate contempt, an aversion to ugliness.

The demon found himself in a difficult position against such an opponent.

The Great Demons, including Sharasi, the Keepers of the Secrets, used their elegant dance moves as brushes, their demonic hooves striking out drumbeats, drawing upon the surging subspace energy of the magic array within the city.

The ritual circle responded to the Great Demon, and the mottled power of the evil god soared into the sky, pouring down upon the demon legion and bathing them in it.

Then a gust of wind blew, blowing towards the position held by the Night Guard.

The sudden gust of wind, carrying with it the hallucinogenic scent emanating from the demon, swept towards the position of the Night Guardians.

The supernatural fragrance was difficult to filter through the breathing grille, and even entered the Night Guardian's mouth and nose through the gaps in the power armor.

Inhaling the unclean fragrance, intense hallucinations washed over them. The soldiers no longer saw ugly demons, but their families, lovers, and those they missed.

"false!"

Without hesitation, the Night Guards fired at the false illusions, their resolve unwavering, knowing full well that it was the demons interfering with their vision.

"Fellow countrymen! Cleanse your hearts! These things are stirring up our emotions!"

One of the Night Guards let out a low, angry roar. He felt a surge of bloodlust within him, far exceeding the normal threshold.

If one becomes addicted to it, one will become a puppet addicted to killing, rather than a noble warrior.

"Not just emotions! Be wary of any sign of mental relaxation or fatigue!"

A fragrant breeze wafted by, raising the guards' vigilance to its peak.

The hallucinations flashed before my eyes in a way that was hard to believe, and an irresistible feeling of exhaustion washed over my body. A jumble of thoughts arose deep within my mind, impossible to shake off!
The Night Guardian resists illusions with willpower, constantly applying psychological suggestions to remind himself that what he sees and feels is all an illusion.

The clash between the two sides was not limited to the material realm; the battle of conscious thought had already begun long before the physical confrontation.

The demon army was shrouded in fragrant mist, its ghostly figures appearing and disappearing nimbly in the haze as it gradually approached the stone pillars and barricades at the forefront.

Sharasi narrowed its demonic eyes, its gaze piercing through the mist as it carefully examined its opponents—those formidable warriors clad in white armor and wielding sharp blades.

Although they were mortal beings without the blessing of the Blood God, they were as fearless as the army of Khorne, yet not as madly bloodthirsty as the servants of the Blood God.

They faced the demons without fear. The ever-effective Slaanesh mist was resisted by their unwavering will.

If it weren't for the constant flow of warp energy, the Mist of the Prince of Pleasure would have already returned to the warp.

Even so, the Slaanesh army suffered heavy losses. The swords that spewed blue light ignored the supernatural bodies blessed by the evil god, cutting the demons to pieces.

Two guardians have already fallen to the dense barrage of fire, their demonic essence returning to the magic circle, awaiting the reinfusion of power to return.

Both the Lustful Demons and the Slaanesh Beasts suffered heavy losses, with the Slaanesh Horses, capable of rapid advances, being the primary targets.

What was expected to be a bloodbath turned into a brutal massacre, with the charging legion losing half of its demons in less than a minute.

The Prince of Pleasure had warned it that it needed to carry war machines and should not underestimate the enemy.

Sharasi arrogantly rejected his master's offer, believing that the cowardly mortal army could be easily defeated with a single charge from a rapid assault force.

Behind the curtain, Slaanesh was indeed watching the battle closely.

He lay on his soft, luxurious bed, playing a game with the palace maids. He needed to vent; Sharasi's regret and resentment pleased the god of pleasure.

His servant had always been arrogant and disregarded everything.

The complex emotions emanating from the unexpected battle situation are quite palatable.

The gods had no intention of helping their servants; instead, they gloated over their defeat.

In the eyes of the evil god, what is the greatest demon under his command? It is no different from the Chaos Egg. When a work that satisfies Him does not satisfy Him, He does not mind creating another one to please Him.

Those things that are worthy of pride and cherished are worthless in the eyes of the evil god.

A supernatural purple-pink mist approached the front line, and the Night Guard's shots were like throwing mud into the sea; no detection equipment could see inside the mist.

Amidst the continuous blind firing, the fog suddenly sank and a twisted centaur monster burst forth!

Slaanesh Beasts! Sixty-six Slaanesh Beasts, extraordinary behemoths specifically prepared to overturn enemy defenses.
It leaps high out of the mist like a whale, its agile body sinking back down, its front and hind hooves growing in opposite directions, giving it incredible mobility.

The Seraphim leaped up nimbly, tumbling once in the air to clear the obstacles on the ground. Its long tongue, like a whip, lashed out at the Night Guardian, intending to swallow it whole.

"Beast!"

A roar! The deep growl suppressed his rage as the Night Guard instantly released his weapon's binding force field and charged toward the monster that was about to hit the ground.

In the instant the cutting ray extended, he roared and swung down his spear, unleashing a hundred-meter-long blade of light that pressed down with unparalleled force, cleaving the monster in two!

His perfect timing allowed him to deliver an incredible blow!
The Nuer Crystal cannot be overloaded for extended periods. Its firing principle involves inputting far more energy than is required to sustain the blade into the crystal within milliseconds, generating an exceptionally long blade. However, it cannot be continuously overloaded; if the duration exceeds ten milliseconds, the crystal will shatter due to overload.

Among the Night Guardians, only a few can master this skill, enabling them to unleash massive slashes.

Purple demonic blood splattered, and ugly entrails spilled all over the ground. The Slaanesh Beast, with the pleasure of death, turned into ashes and disappeared before our eyes.

The Slaanesh raid symbolizes the beginning of the demon army's charge!
The Keeper of Secrets laughed and spread decadent music as his slender body stepped into the line of the Night Guards. The two sides clashed in close combat and began a brutal hand-to-hand battle.

Several Night Guardians rose up and surrounded the Keeper of the Secrets, helping to slay the repulsive monster.

The longsword in their hands slashed at the great demon, while they launched attacks from several directions simultaneously, their coordination seamless.

The Guardian's horizontal demonic eyes gained a wider perspective, taking in everything around it. It waved its four arms, its twisted longsword meeting the attack head-on.

"Ding!"

The crisp sound of the collision startled the Night Guard for a moment.

No physical weapon has ever been able to withstand the dimensional light blade and remain intact.

The weapon, blessed by the gods, defied the laws of physics and blocked the indestructible blades of the Night Guardians.

The Great Demon's lips curled into a smile as it gracefully danced within the encirclement, its limbs and arms spinning to repel the Night Guard's attacks.

"Mortals, die!" Its voice was low and hoarse, full of allure, as it roared and thrust its longsword at the guard who was slightly slow to react.

"Dang~"

There was no blood splattering as expected, no painful cries; what the longsword transmitted back was the violent impact and shockwave.

The Great Demon was puzzled.

It glanced sideways and saw the stabbed human, whose body was flashing with blue light, flying backward.

It was puzzled. Just as the Night Guard was puzzled, it was also puzzled.

The weapon in the Great Demon's hand was personally blessed by the evil god, and no shield or armor could block it. Now it is being blocked by the Dimensional Shift Shield.

Both sides found it incredible when they first met.

The Night Guard's once invincible weapons are no longer sharp, and the demon's swords, which ignore armor, are blocked by the dimensional shield.

"Surround this beast!" The Night Guards continued to join the battle, their attacks fierce and dense, leaving almost no gaps.

The Great Demon Keeper of the Secrets felt the pressure; these lowly humans possessed extraordinary skills.

Although their strength was inferior to their own, at the moment of weapon contact, they used superb skills to deflect the blades and dissipate most of the force.

The skills they were so proud of were finding their space to survive increasingly smaller within the encirclement.

The demonic eye surveyed the surroundings; all the Slaanesh beasts had been slain, and the cavalry had been driven to the edge of the area.

After the illusion wore off, the lust demons were even more vulnerable and were slaughtered in pieces.

Having dodged the ranged attacks of the four Guardians, including the arrogant Sharasi the Demon, they were all surrounded by the white-armored warriors, their strength gradually dwindling.

Defeat was only a matter of time. Although some white-armored warriors were killed, the few killed could not change the overall situation.

Sharasi was also in a bad situation. It kept swinging its double-headed blade, switching it nimbly between its hands, and constantly forcing back the warriors that surrounded it.

The once invincible demonic blade is now finding it difficult to kill the enemy.

The magic shield appears like a phantom, swift and precise, deflecting attacks from afar and preventing the body from being struck by tearing rays.

The divine blessing that protects against ranged attacks is useless at this moment.

With a normal ranged weapon, thanks to his extraordinary demonic body and the ability to turn pain into pleasure, Sharasi managed to withstand the damage and break through the encirclement.

Finally, a cunning ray slipped through a gap in the shield's defenses and tore open its Achilles tendon.

"Humble mortals!" Xia Laxi disregarded the need to dodge and fought desperately, wielding his sharp blade and claws, piercing through two Night Guards.

A strange, male-female voice screamed: "I will return! I will wash away this shame!"

"Die! You disgusting bastards who defy humanity!" The Night Guards, suppressing their rage as they watched their comrades die, unleashed deadly attacks.

With its Achilles tendon pierced, Sharasi was no longer agile; it resembled a springing antelope with a broken leg, waiting to die in the encirclement.

The Night Guardian's blade pierced its heart, severed its joints, and tore its throat and tongue apart.

With its death, the other guardians could no longer hold on, and the battlefront was wiped out in an instant.

As the mist dissipated, the demon's body turned to ashes, and even its weapons vanished.

The Night Guardians, panting, withstood the demons' onslaught and defended the fortified stronghold.

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