Russell's logic is simple and unpretentious, but practical:

Since the death of the orcs will cause chaos to lose its balance, then clean the chaos first, and then slaughter the greenskins.

His consciousness is projected in the subspace as a void void, suspended in a higher heaven than the supreme heaven, endlessly siphoning the waters of the sea of souls, somewhat similar to the mythical ruins, and its extraction and traction of psionic energy reminds Russell of the aetheric engine built by the Human Federation.

To put it simply, it's a psionic pump.

The constant psionic siphon effect drained away all the foul-smelling Nurgle, and Ba'o, who was rooted in the flesh and blood of the orc warlord, was purified, and although the body of the wooden roots was scarred, there was no dirt on it.

Immediately after that, all you have to do is kill the orc warlord who is sitting on the throne and dying, and the orc war is over.

So Russell raised the Huntress Blade.

"It has to be fast."

There are still a large number of greenskins alive on the surface of the battle moon and the orbital battlefield, and the gray wind is struggling to support the two battlefields, and the greenskins are gathering together in waaagh!! With the blessing of energy, the damage inflicted by Chaos on the orc warlord will soon be restored.

"It has to be fast."

The hive fleet is drifting towards Falla in the dark, and the shadow of the hive's will is about to fall, and he must end the matter here as soon as possible, freeing up his hands to deal with the more urgent crisis.

"Gotta be fast...... Gotta ...... fast."

It was as if a voice whispered in Russell's ear, urging him to stab the deadly blade, and in a trance, it seemed as if the flow of time had slowed down.

The Astarte monks scattered in the throne hall watched in silence, and the warband leader Milak was silent, and all eyes were focused on the long knife in Russell's hand, as if waiting for the final result.

The mist of psionic energy covering Russell's facial features slowly wriggled slowly, and no one saw under the mist, and he smiled.

The Huntress Blade in Russell's hand stabbed down, but instead of piercing through the orc warlord's head as it had originally stabbed, it cut sideways into the gap between Bao and the orc warlord.

The blade wrapped around the psionic disintegration force field quickly and neatly severed all the dense roots that had penetrated deep into the orc warlord's body.

Then, Russell flew up and kicked the severed tendrils of Bao from the Iron Throne with a huge repulsion, and his limp body collapsed to the ground, reminiscent of mollusks such as octopuses or squid, and in the "belly" of this soft humanoid creature grew a hideous and evil strange human face.

This face has a bloody mouth full of fangs, and shows an exaggerated and honest smile, laughing and spitting out a question: "How did you find me?" ”

"I'm just going to ask you how you survived......" Russell casually stuck the Huntress Blade in his hand on the Iron Throne, like a dinner knife into a cake: "You hide very deeply, you haven't revealed any psionic fluctuations, and other psionics may be deceived by you, but I won't, because ......"

Then he whispered, "...... Because I'm not technically a psyker. ”

Russell's reaction was muted, but not the others present, especially the four think tanks in the commando, who knew better than anyone what the face that grew in the abdomen meant.

"Bao has been possessed by a demon!"

Before the words could be spoken, more than a dozen blasters opened fire at the same time, and the raindrops of explosive bombs poured down towards the strange human form that was paralyzed on the ground, causing a series of violent explosions, and the psionic spells of the think tanks followed. At the same time, the Silent Nun was already holding her two-handed greatsword, and under the cover of the blast salvo and the think tank spell, she rushed in front of the demon with great agility.

She raised her two-handed greatsword above her head, and in the face of that slightly innocent and exaggerated smile, her heart did not waver, only the anger that was eager to vent ignited the blade in her hand, and slashed at the filthy demon with thunderous speed.

In the name of the Emperor......

It was an incomparably powerful slash, and under the influence of the Silent Nun as an untouchable person, even demons would be weakened by the disconnection from the subspace, unable to resist and die tragically by the sword.

Amazing reaction speed, impeccable tactical choice, flawless tacit coordination, and fierce will to fight.

The fighting qualities of the Emperor's Claw and the Angel of Death, Russell learned today.

"It's a pity that not all strong enemies can be solved by fighting quality." The mist of psionic energy on Russell's face squirmed slightly, and he stared indifferently at the end of this female warrior loyal to the emperor.

The blade of the sword, driven by rage, sank deep into the hideous and evil human face, and the hard steel sliced through the soft biological tissue, and it was extremely smooth.

But the severed face was still smiling, grinning with a muddy laugh:

"Father loves me, and your anger burns in vain, but it can only ignite yourself; Your struggle is meaningless, and you are constantly losing because my father loves me...... My father loves me......"

The fanged mouth opened and closed with laughter, blasphemous mantras wafted out of its mouth along with a foul-smelling poisonous mist, and the Hall of the Throne, which had just been decomposed and purified by the "Void", fell into the influence of subspace again in a very short time, and the muddy slime fell to the ground dripping to the ground.

A long, slimy tongue protruded from the crack in Bao's abdomen, wrapped around the sword like a python, and crawled down the blade onto Sister Silence's wrist, the stench of saliva that corroded the golden armor that wrapped around her arm.

At this time, it is too late to let go and abandon the sword and evacuate.

The demon's long tongue wrapped around the nun's arm and crawled upward, the tip of the tongue invading through the weak parts of the armor of the limb joints, piercing her ribcage and then reaching out of her back, nimbly grabbing her neck to remove the helmet and lift the unprotected skull.

Suddenly, the sweet blood soaked the base of the demon's tongue.

"For... What ......" Sister Silence's eyes were filled with shock, and she swallowed the last and first words of her life with hatred.

Hungry for the blood of the untouchable, its root-like limbs filled with abundant subspace energy, Bao's head quickly became bloated and bulky, and it staggered up from the ground, and the face on its head laughed in unison with the face on its belly, as if defiant:

"My father loves me......"

But while it stretched out its long tongue to torture and kill the Silent Nun, the four think tanks did not hesitate to pull out their daggers one after another, and the short blades blessed by spiritual energy pierced through the ceramic steel armor and went straight into the chest, simply shattering their own hearts.

Astarte's viscous blood slowly slid down the dagger, and the shattered heart flowed out of his chest along the blood from the bloody ritual, staining the black power armor of the Confessional Fire Warband with a tyrannical red, and around the bodies of the four think tanks, the scarlet bloodthirsty fury spread like water waves.

In exchange for sacrificing a heart, they unleash a forbidden subspace spell called the Fallen Heart to demand tyrannical power from the evil gods.

Four bloodied think tanks closed the golden skull-embellished manuscript of the Emperor's Sacred Sayings, and instead copied their greatswords and power hammers, transforming from calm and wise scholars to brutal and savage monsters, roaring and pounced on the demon-possessed Bao.