Warhammer 40: Saviors Emerging from the Bottom

"My dear Miss Etheril, can you tell me what you have done?" Xiao Yi stared at the woman in front of him with a cold gaze.

If anything seems amiss, he will immediately activate the tearing force field of his power sword and decapitate the opponent.

Faced with the sudden threat, Liu Ying did not panic and become incoherent like an ordinary person. Instead, she widened her eyes and stared intently at Xiao Yi with an extremely innocent look.

"What are you saying? I don't understand. Could you please put the sword away? I'm a little scared."

Her slender fingers pressed against the sword, which had not activated its tearing force field, and pushed it away from her neck.

The pitiful voice softened Xiao Yi's heart, and he suddenly realized that he might have gone a bit too far.

Holding a sword to his fiancée's neck is hardly gentlemanly.

Wait, why are the words "fiancée" and "gentleman" popping into my head?

Xiao Yi instantly became alert. Without him realizing it, the other party had already begun to influence his thinking.

Taking a deep breath and casting aside all his reluctance, Xiao Yi gritted his teeth and activated the tearing force field of his power sword.

However, the moment the crimson light flashed, Liu Ying, or rather, Aetheril, vanished right before his eyes.

Psionic teleportation!

Xiao Yi immediately expanded the range of his psionic perception, but before he could find Aetherel's figure, a melodious voice filled with resentment entered his ears.

"Hmph, I didn't expect you to be so heartless!"

Looking in the direction from which the sound came, Xiao Yi saw Aetherel sitting in the center of the stage.

The actress, who had collapsed from poisoning, was lying face down on the ground, serving as her chair.

The once pure and flawless soul has completely shed its disguise and turned into an indescribable purple substance.

No matter how severely a human soul is infected, this situation will not occur; only demons can cause it.

In other words, from the beginning until now, all he has seen is the Slaanesh demon Aetheril.

"I'm very curious, how exactly did you manage to deceive so many people and disguise yourself as the granddaughter of the Governor of Aurora?"

Upon hearing this question, Aetherel, who had been sulking, broke into a captivating smile.

"Do you want to know? Beg me and I'll tell you."

"Then forget it!"

Xiao Yi turned his head and gestured to Charles and the others to surround the servants and maids who remained calm in the face of chaos, while he himself slowly walked towards the direction where Aetheril was.

Realizing something was wrong, Xiao Yi signaled to his guards not to touch anything at the scene.

It now appears that everyone executed his orders perfectly.

"Can't we talk this out properly? Why do we have to resort to violence every time we meet?" Aetherel rested her chin on her hands, looking at Xiao Yi with resentful eyes.

"What are you talking about?"

"Let's talk about our wedding. Haven't you always wanted this planet?"

Aetherel sat up straight, smiling as she looked at Xiao Yi and continued, "Now, it's yours. Are you happy?"

"This is a wedding gift from the Prince of Pleasure to us. Once we complete our wedding, this planet will be transported to the warp and become part of Slaanesh territory."

"Then we can work together to govern this planet and fill it with love."

When she got excited, Aetherel couldn't help but wave her arms like a music conductor.

Looking at her, Xiao Yi suddenly remembered the secret chamber of Governor Bakda's mansion, where the Slaanesh cultists' creations flashed before his eyes.

That contorted posture sent chills down Xiao Yi's spine, even though he had witnessed countless bloodshed on the battlefield.

The guys in Slaanesh's palace are 1 times more perverted than them. Xiao Yi couldn't imagine what he would encounter if he went there.

Happy? How could I possibly be happy?

Seeing Xiao Yi's troubled expression, Aetherel's face instantly darkened.

"I knew you'd been blinded by that damned witchcraft salted meat."

"Don't worry, I'll help you get out of there, and then we can be together forever."

Aetheril waved his hand, and the servants and maids who had been standing motionless like statues throughout the banquet hall opened their mouths and reached into their throats to pull out a sharp blade engraved with exquisite patterns.

The light shone on these distorted weapons, giving them a pale purple glow.

Without a doubt, it must have been coated with some kind of special poison; once you get scratched, you could be doomed.

"Everyone be careful, form teams of three, and clear out these grunts as quickly as possible."

Charles offered a word of warning, then rushed toward the nearest servant.

Because they were attending a banquet, the guards did not carry any firearms.

In fact, apart from the knights from Vornheim who carried knightly longswords that symbolized their status, everyone else came empty-handed.

So when a fight suddenly breaks out, they can only grab whatever is at hand, like a knife or something else.

Charles was lucky; the old nobleman who had collapsed from poisoning happened to have an iron sword that was more like an art piece on him.

Although it doesn't look very useful, I can't worry about that now. It's good enough that I have something to use.

Seeing the servants rushing towards him, Charles slightly bent his knees, lowered his center of gravity, and kept calculating the distance between them.

When the two were about 20 centimeters apart, he twisted his body and swung his sword at the other's chest.

The servant reacted quickly, immediately holding his blade horizontally in an attempt to block Charles's attack.

With a clang, the two weapons clashed together.

The purple-tinged blade sliced ​​the iron sword in Charles's hand in two.

"So brittle, it broke right away?"

Just as Charles was in shock, the enemy's second wave of attack had already begun.

The intense attacks slowed his breathing considerably.

Despite being outgunned, he could only struggle to hold on and retreat continuously.

Under the enemy's meticulous planning, he was gradually forced into a corner of the banquet hall.

The servant's face remained expressionless throughout, but his gradually brightening eyes told Charles that the enemy before him was rejoicing at his impending death.

However, this was not a one-on-one duel. A standard knight's longsword from Vornheim cleaved the squire's arm as he held the weapon from above.

There was no pain, and no screams.

Even after losing an arm, the servant showed no sign of stopping.

He reached out his other hand and grabbed Charles's neck, attempting to suffocate him by strangling him.

The Vornheim knights who came to his aid certainly wouldn't give him that chance. He swung his longsword and sliced ​​off half of the servant's head with one stroke.

The servants and maids who remained at the scene were all assassins carefully trained by the Slaanesh Cult.

They are agile, skilled in various combat techniques, expressionless, and incapable of feeling pain. They only obey their master's orders to kill those enemies who oppose the Order.

If an ordinary soldier encountered an enemy of this caliber, he would most likely not survive.

However, Xiao Yi's guards were all veterans who had been through countless battles. The situations they faced on the battlefield were ten thousand times more dangerous than what they were facing now.

Even without suitable weapons, they were still able to eliminate these puppets controlled by demons with minimal losses, relying on their combat instincts and tacit cooperation.