Warhammer 40: Saviors Emerging from the Bottom

Contrary to Xiao Yi's idea, the reason why the noble alliance was stagnating was not because they were preparing some evil ritual to summon demons from the warp, but because they were having a party.

All sorts of parties that would make normal people feel nauseous. Slaanesh followers are unrestrained and dislike the constraints of rules. Even Salona's orders cannot make them give up their fun.

The phrase "entertainment to death" perfectly describes these guys. Of course, this situation doesn't entirely stem from the nobles wanting to fill their inner emptiness.

More importantly, they were using this method to express their dissatisfaction with Corra, this lowly maid.

How could a nobleman, high above all others, willingly obey the orders of a servant?

However, openly resisting would likely result in public execution, so they could only continue to hold banquets under the guise of celebrating the Prince of Pleasure.

If Corra punishes them for this, the disgruntled nobles can use it as an excuse to unite and rebel against her.

In this respect, Slaanesh believers are clearly inferior to Khorne believers.

For warriors who love red and heads, whoever can prove themselves the strongest with their own weapon is qualified to become the leader, regardless of whether they have so-called noble blood flowing through their veins.

Internal strife severely hampered the advance of the battle lines, but Lady Salona's orders could not be ignored. They knew very well who the Prince of Pleasure's true favorite was, so the two sides eventually reached a secret agreement.

Unable to lower their proud heads, the nobles continued the banquet. In exchange, they were required to hand over all the cannons and shells in their family warehouses, which Corra would then use to blast the entire enemy camp to ashes.

Xiao Yi arrived at the new command post just before the disaster struck.

At the flag bearer's command, thousands of shells were fired simultaneously, followed by a second and third volley. They did not stop for a moment, trying to destroy the enemy in front of them as quickly as possible.

The dense barrage of shells blocked the artificial light source above the nest, and if they were allowed to explode in our own camp, it would be a devastating disaster.

Watching the cannonballs trace perfect parabolas in the air, Xiao Yi felt a sense of pressure. He wasn't sure if he could save the lives of tens of thousands of people as Aria had hoped, but he had to try no matter what.

"Let's give it our all!"

Xiao Yi took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to fully mobilize the Star God Power within his body. Green lightning swirled around his body, and the surrounding gravity began to lose its restraint.

"What's going on here?" Looking at the weightless space in front of him, Robert curiously reached out to touch it, but before he could get close, a sudden burst of lightning startled him back.

The thrust generated by the gunpowder explosion propelled the shells to their highest point. Under the influence of gravity, they began to fall, but before they had traveled more than a few meters, they were lifted into the air by an invisible hand.

The soldiers below, feeling desperate, stared blankly at the suddenly stopped artillery shells.

"What's going on? Am I hallucinating? Why are all these shells frozen in mid-air?"

"Hiss, what are you doing?"

"Does it hurt?"

"Of course it hurts."

"If it hurts, then it proves that this isn't a dream."

"Shouldn't you be pinching yourself right now?"

The green energy, invisible to the naked eye, wove together a giant net that covered the entire camp. Once a shell touched its edge, it would immediately brake and stop there.

This was the first time Xiao Yi had used the power of the Star God on such a large scale. Because he was afraid that something might go wrong and he wouldn't be able to intercept all the cannonballs, he squeezed out as much of his potential as possible.

The artillery commander on the opposite side froze in place after seeing this scene. It took him a while to convince his brain that this seemingly unbelievable scene was indeed happening in front of him.

This caused a brief lull in the previously intense shelling, which Xiao Yi took advantage of to change the direction of the falling shells that had lost power and were suspended in the air.

They turned around in perfect unison, like well-trained soldiers, and began to walk the path they had come from.

"These good things are all being returned to you."

With a wave of his hand, the cannonballs, no longer restrained by the green energy net, began to fall faster under the pull of gravity.

"What, what's going on?" An artilleryman holding a shell and waiting for his superior's order to fire looked at the shells heading in his direction with a look of panic. One of them was about to hit him less than half a meter away. If he stayed in the same spot, he would surely die.

Driven by his survival instinct, he threw away the shell in his hand and ran towards a slightly safer spot behind him.

Hopefully, I'll be lucky enough to survive.

"You fucking stop right there!" Completely unaware of the impending danger, the artillery captain drew his pistol, intending to finish off the deserter.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, a cry of alarm rang in his ears: "Up, up, a shell!"

These incoherent words temporarily distracted the artillery captain, who looked at the sky with a puzzled expression. A deathly curtain made of artillery shells enveloped the location of the artillery camp.

"Why did the shell come back by itself?"

"How would I know?!"

"The enemy possesses powerful equipment that we are unaware of; it must have deflected the shells back."

"What are you babbling about? Get out of my way or you'll be blown to bits."

Faced with death, no one yielded; the artillerymen rushed towards any potentially safe place around them like madmen.

As a result, due to the overcrowding, everyone was stuck halfway.

This allowed a small portion of the shells falling from the sky to achieve precise harvesting, but the vast majority still landed on uninhabited open ground.

Bounce back the shells is the limit of what Xiao Yi can do now; he will need more training to accurately lock onto the target with each shell.

The series of explosions startled the nobles who were celebrating their banquet ahead of time. They hurriedly put down their wine glasses and squeezed out of their luxurious tents.

"What are those damned bastards good for? They actually blew up the armory. I'm going to punish them severely."

"Put him on a cross, skin him alive, and make him suffer endless torment, hahaha."

Just as everyone was discussing how to punish the artillerymen for their mistake, dozens of shells fell around them, killing several unfortunate nobles on the spot.

Seeing the blackened ground and the charred corpses around him, the surviving nobleman instantly regained his senses.

Although we still don't understand what happened, it's all related to those damned traitors.

"They actually dared to fire cannonballs at us! The guards immediately organized the army to launch an attack. I want to personally cut off the heads of those Corpse King followers."

The guard standing nearby trembled upon hearing the words "Corpse Emperor," but he quickly recovered.

The guard replied in a cold voice, "Yes, sir."

He then turned and left, preparing to launch the most brutal offensive and defensive battle since the start of the war.