The witty atmosphere lasted only a moment.

Elaine's caution wasn't fake, and while she didn't explain where it came from, they were rigorously carrying out their duties as Primordial Guards.

The sonorous and powerful steps reverberated in the forest of flesh and blood.

It didn't take long for them to walk out of the eerie forest filled with poisonous mist.

However, the sudden opening of their horizons made their mood fall to the bottom.

The enemy has been waiting for a long time.

Before their eyes was an army of demons subordinate to Slaanesh—a force to be reckoned with, though not as powerful as the horrific hordes they had fought against in the past.

At the front of the demon army, a lazy keeper of secrets yawns on the Throne of Flesh.

Upon noticing Elaine and her children, the Keeper of Secrets suddenly came to her senses:

"Oh... Here you are, dear Miss Elaine. Sure enough, there is nothing wrong with what our Lord has said to us—just chase your heir, and a sticky and sweet battle will be revealed under the veil. ”

"A beautiful dancer who confronts the blood god in perfect form, every perfect scar on your body makes me happy... What an intoxicating tenacity, what a longing for suffering..."

"You're a perfect dance partner, Miss Elaine. I'm longing to perform a depraved dance of torment with you - oh, oh... I'm so sorry. I forgot to introduce myself..."

As he spoke, a strange smile appeared on the Keeper's distorted face, and his misty gaze wandered over Elaine's shattered power armor.

"My name is Amnak, the perfect dancer of my lord, and I have been waiting for you for a long time... The Indomitable favored by the Prince of Darkness. ”

"I don't know... Would you like to dance with me...? ”

Knock, knock!

As soon as he finished speaking, the sonorous steps of the magnetic boots seemed to answer Amnak's words, and Karn and the other Primal guards immediately arrived in front of Elaine without hesitation, the blaster loaded and the chainsaw axe roaring.

They couldn't stand the filthy words that the filthy subspace creature confided to their mother.

Whatever the outcome, the Bloodfingers are ready to fight to the death.

“… Sure enough, as expected. ”

Elaine looked at the Slaanesh Demon in front of her with some helplessness, and once again lamented her fate.

Ever since she embarked on this path of confrontation with the subspace, all kinds of bizarre encounters have followed.

The sadomasochistic demons in the depths of the Forge World, the Tzeentch demons in the ruins of the ancient Iron Man of Colchis, and the demon world of Slaanesh who fell into the Comoros.

She even thinks that she may not be the genetic prototype of the Twelfth Legion, but the genetic prototype of the future Grey Knights.

Otherwise, why do you always encounter these big demons one after another? And each one is more difficult than the other, so that her plans for the Great Expedition are constantly blocked.

It turned out that Angron of the world line had a bad brain, which led to the poor performance of the Great Expedition...

But now almost every once in a while, we will be forced to face the threat of subspace, and in a few decades, we will have to face the Ulanno green tide that has swept the galaxy... She didn't even take down a decent territory.

Is...

"Ugh."

Elaine sighed slightly, and slowly stepped onto the Flesh Throne under the bewildered gaze of her children.

Of course, she couldn't have put Karn and them against a Slaanesh archdemon.

Whether as a genetic protogen, or as their genetic mother, there was no reason for her guards to pit against opponents they couldn't fight.

If you want to fight the enemies of the subspace, you must first have the means to exile them: psionic powers, artifacts, light spears, and macro cannons.

Obviously, her heirs were not carrying heavy weapons and none of them were psykers as they were on this trip to find themselves—unlike the Holy War blessed by the Corpse Emperor, they had no means of banishing demons now.

So, the existence of being able to fight against these Slaanesh demons... She was the only one.

And the Slaanesh Demon seems to have expected this, and sent a Slaanesh Demon to challenge him.

Slowly clenching the power fist, Elaine took a deep breath.

The Lord of the Red Sand looked up at the Guardian of the Flesh Throne, his heavy and powerful steps burning on the Flesh Staircase.

The gilded flame rekindled in the eyes under the shadows.

"I don't know what your filthy master is having."

"I don't want to know what filth is hidden in your filthy mind."

"If you want to challenge me, come on."

The Lord of the Red Sand said indifferently.

The power fist hummed, and the cracking stance continued to flicker with a stirring arc.

Although she didn't know what the Slaanesh Archdemon was trying to do, there was no overt hostility in Amnak's playful gaze, only a desire to face a powerful foe and a thirst for depravity.

And the demon army behind it didn't seem to be restless, and even looked at it with a weird gaze... Fear?

Maybe it's because it's too appalling that he led his heirs against the Sadistic Demon Army and slaughtered the Tzeentki Demon Domain with one person.

Whatever the reason, Elaine couldn't see the Slaanesh demons' desire to fight and kill.

They seem to be more interested in the black bean sprouts of the Comoros than they are in themselves.

That's easy to say.

It just so happened that it wasn't the first time she had beaten the Riddler.

What's more-

The riddler's gaze in front of him was a little untruthful.

Rumble!!

The slow ascent turned into a heavy step in an instant, the staircase of flesh was torn apart like tofu by the sudden burst of force, and the terrifying power exerted by the demigod's body gave Elaine a high acceleration in just an instant, and the whole person rushed towards the lazy keeper like a red comet.

"Oh, yes, it's so violent..."

Amnak didn't seem surprised by this, its slender and perfect form slowly rose from its throne, and several magic swords appeared on its four arms at some point—compared to other offensive and defensive guards, this perfect dancer never cared about defense, so there was no choice of [shield] in its armament.

In just an instant, its fair form disappeared in place—

In its place, there was a fierce wind blown by terrible speeds.

Buzz——!

Turbulent waves of qi suddenly erupted in the air, and the piercing sound of the clash of gold and iron also hummed wantonly.

The Primordial Guards and the Demons of Slaanesh looked up at each other, and the crimson punches wrapped in the disintegrating stance and the four magic swords coated in venom were fighting to the death.

……

……

It's been a long time since I've written a serious fight!

(End of chapter)