Faced with the Death Guard and the Nurgle Demon Army, who were gradually detached from the battlefield, Saint Celes did not come forward in pursuit.

He shook the white wings behind his back, slowly descended from the sky, and entered the Imperial side's main formation.

Thanks to the timely action of the archangels, and the dispatch and command of Leontus and others, the imperial phalanx that had been overwhelmed by Motarian had already resumed its operation.

When the holy relevant descended into the crowd, all the soldiers looked at the radiant holy angel in front of them, as if they had witnessed a miracle, and they all held their breath.

"The Emperor is above, the Great Holy Legion, the Ninth Legion Genetic Prototype, the Archangel, you have really returned to us!"

Leontus immediately bowed down in front of the archangel, his tone and expression were extremely excited, and the other imperial soldiers around him also saluted, offering their highest respect to this mythical hero.

"You don't have to, Sun Lord, and I can't return to you, my presence is short-lived, and you are not allowed to record any information related to it when you return - if you don't have to, the emperor doesn't want the subspace to affect the real universe too much, which means the collapse of order, and the boundary between the two realms will gradually collapse because of this."

Saint Celes smiled and supported the mortal commander in front of him, his voice and face were full of softness, making people feel like a spring breeze.

"Even so, under your leadership, we will surely be able to sweep away the demons in this realm—I am willing to put the command of the Imperial forces in your hands."

There is no one more competent to command this battle than a loyal Genogen, not to mention that this Genogen has accompanied the Emperor to the final end, knowing his fate but still dying generously.

Therefore, although changing the battle is a taboo for soldiers, Leantus did not hesitate, it is only applicable to mortals, and the genetic prototype in front of him belongs to a powerful demigod.

"I'm very sorry, Sun Lord, it's your responsibility to command the mortal army, and I can't interfere."

Saint Leves shook his head regretfully, though he also wished to be able to share the burden on Leontus.

"I took the liberty of it, my lord."

Leontus said humbly.

He didn't know much about the rules of the subspace, and although the beings inside seemed to be reckless and crazy, they actually followed a certain set of rules.

"I did, though, bring the Emperor's guidance - the reinforcements sent by Nurgle to the Maelstrom are coming, and you must lead the Imperial forces to intercept them." Saint Leves reminded.

"Yes, sir." Leonthus nodded, then asked, "But what about the Aeldarins?" ”

The pointy-eared bean sprouts were charging forward at the moment, and they suddenly turned around to get reinforcements from Nurgle, which was strategically fine, but it would always have an impact on those allies.

"You don't have to worry about this, there are still two demon armies of the Great Changemakers and the Great Aspirants are coming. Until the real loot, Aisha, the goddess of life, is handed over by Nurgle, these forces will focus on striking at the Black Castle. Saint Leves replied.

In other words, the moment the goddess appears, the real melee begins.

"I see."

Leantus nodded, and then began to let his troops shrink their formation, moving in the direction of Nurgle's reinforcements.

Saint Leves continued to lead the Legion of Curses back and forth through the Plague Garden.

On the Elven Alliance's side.

Evelene is leading a group of Phoenix Lords to attack continuously.

Thunderbolt's psionic lightning resounded on the battlefield, and the skyrocketing flames continued to burn the filth around them.

Without warning, spore tumors grow from the tumor, and the poison gas is spread everywhere with an explosion.

Death worms stir the land, unleashing a sneak attack from the ground on the unguarded Eldar warriors.

For them, there is only one chance.

The forces that were finally assembled, the time that they finally waited, and the great mission of revitalizing the entire race were on their shoulders, and this time they were sure to save the goddess of life.

Typhonse personally led the first company of the Death Guard to intercept it, accompanied by a large number of Nurgle demons.

These damn pointy-eared bunches are a lot tougher to deal with than the big heads of the Empire, and all sorts of weird tricks are coming up one after another.

Despite the tactics used by Typhonse to try to slow down the advance of the Elven forces, the Death Guard's line was broken through little by little, and they were getting closer and closer to their important black castle, where the god of the blight himself was.

Of all the pointy-eared enemies, the three Kane avatars were the most tricky.

They are the fragments that the Eldar God of War cracked apart when he died, and are usually activated only in the most critical moments, helping the Ark Elves defend themselves against powerful invaders.

Now the Spirit Clan has taken out a total of three fragments, which is equivalent to losing three life talismans and three noble warriors.

Only with the noble blood as a sacrifice can the fragments of the dead god be able to unleash the final afterglow.

And the devotees have long since looked at death as their home.

After the sacred ceremony, three tall and mighty warriors, covered in lava and emitting deadly heat, appeared in front of everyone.

The powerful being who once defeated the Star God Night-Keeper and defeated Slaanesh with his weak body, the Bloody Hand God of War, although there are only a thousand fragments left, still possesses a terrifying power.

Armed with a scarlet sword, they could kill more than a dozen demons in a single blow, and the Plaguebringer's fat, durable flesh had no effect, slicing through them like hot knives slicing through butter.

The poisonous miasma dissipated automatically in front of Kane's incarnation, and the creatures of the subspace trembled under his might.

The lava fell to the ground, and the filthy soil of the Plague Garden was purified.

With Kane's fury, the Eldar warriors howled and launched a heroic assault on the Death Guards' positions.

"Their attack was so fierce that our forces couldn't help but wear it down." The Death Guard Legion's personal guard, a member of the Death Shroud reported to Typhons.

Even if the other party doesn't say this, Taiphons can feel it intuitively.

The punch that the Spirit Clan threw out of the family was indeed something, and it was not so easy to resist.

"What about the original? Have you reached him? ”

If it weren't for Motarian leading most of the Death Guards to attack the Empire, the battle line wouldn't be so tight now.

The Elves were clearly the main force in this attack, and only they could save their own goddess of life, the humans had no connection with Aisha, and they wanted to do this unless they pushed the entire black castle flat.

However, the Lord of Death of their family ran to the Empire because of a personal vendetta, and also cut off the communication connection with him.

What a wayward guy.

If Taiphons' plan was to use the overwhelming combat power of the original body to carry out movement battles, these so-called Phoenix Lords would have to be killed by more than half of them.

With no corresponding enemy to contend with, the Genoplasma rushing into the enemy line is simply a wolf into the flock.

"I don't know, my lord, the scene has become more and more chaotic since those ghost warriors of the empire appeared." "But the good news is that the troops we've sent outside are coming back soon, and when the time comes, we can flank these invaders with them." ”

Things seemed to be turning around, but Typhonse knew the real test was coming.

"No, let the troops shrink their lines further, and we will defend the black castle."

(End of chapter)