Warhammer: Lord of the Endless Monster Horde [132]

The golden-armored giant stood tall on the planet, like a war god descending into reality. So powerful, so immense, it radiated an unimaginable divine brilliance! Like a golden sun, it illuminated the blood-red night of the planet. The daemons surrounding the golden-armored giant were vaporized in an instant.

At this moment, all of the Slaaneshian forces looked at this towering figure in golden armor with dread and trepidation.

What on earth was this? The golden light emanating from the giant's body instantly vaporized lower daemons upon contact, as if they were destroyed by some intense heat. What was even more terrifying was that these daemons seemed to be completely obliterated—reduced to nothingness—losing even the chance to regenerate in the Warp.

The golden-armored giant wasted no time. Wielding the long sword in its hand, it swung, unleashing a golden sword wave hundreds of meters long. Wherever it passed, every Slaanesh daemon lord was burned to ash.

The golden slash annihilated countless daemons along its path, only stopping after splitting a massive mountain in half with a resounding crash.

The once-chaotic battlefield fell into an eerie silence. The armies of Slaanesh's daemons stared in alarm at the golden-armored giant standing before them.

"What is this? What in the world is this!?"

The Chaos Daemon Slayer smirked coldly, brandishing the golden sword in his hand as he charged into the daemon horde, who seemed no larger than ants in his eyes.

It was a massacre—a bloody slaughter without mercy. With every swing of the golden greatsword, the daemon horde was reduced to ash in an instant. And this was only the beginning. The golden-armored giant's palm continuously emitted golden energy blasts, which detonated amidst the demons with violent explosions. The golden light consumed countless daemons in an instant.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The explosions resounded one after another! In close combat, he swung the golden greatsword, while from afar, he launched golden energy blasts. The Chaos Daemon Slayer demonstrated an unimaginable efficiency in slaughtering, utterly suppressing the demons with the Emperor's holy light.

At this moment, all the corrupted Slaanesh Sisters stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the golden-armored man before them, who was wielding a massive sword and slaughtering daemons with abandon.

"No! This can't be! This is impossible!" screamed one of the Slaanesh Sisters, her eyes filled with fear, shock, and utter disbelief.

"This is... the Emperor. No! No!"

"How could it be? How could it be him? It's impossible! The False Emperor! The False Emperor! He's supposed to be sitting on his throne, unable to leave! He can't be here! He can't be here!"

A Slaanesh Sister threw her weapon to the ground, her grotesque tongue lolling out as she clutched her head in despair, screaming madly.

Once, before their fall into corruption, when they were still in the convent, led by their Canoness, they had sung hymns of praise and worshipped the Emperor. In their countless prayers, the image of the Emperor they had envisioned was none other than the figure now standing before them—this golden-armored giant with an unimaginably majestic form, wielding a golden greatsword. This was the Emperor Himself!

"Silence! He is not the False Emperor! The true god is our master, the supreme being! He is nothing but a pretender!"

Slaanesh Champion roared in fury, swinging her rune-inscribed daemon sword, the Tormentor, and decapitating a few of the maddened Slaanesh Sisters.

Yet even now, her body trembled. Her legs shook uncontrollably as she stared in terror at the golden giant wreaking havoc across the battlefield. The daemon-possessed armor she wore, blessed by Slaanesh, seemed to sense her fear and writhed violently. This power armor, deeply fused with her body, was reacting to her growing dread.

"Ahhh!" A Slaanesh Daemonette screeched, lashing out with her whip and firing violet energy bolts at the golden-armored giant.

With one attacker leading the charge, the other Daemonettes followed, raising their hands to unleash destructive psychic blasts at the golden-armored giant.

"Kill him! Kill him!" Slaanesh Champion shouted, drawing her bolter and opening fire on the golden giant.

Under her leadership, the other corrupted Sisters mustered their courage, drawing their tainted bolters and launching a ranged assault on the golden-armored figure. Meanwhile, nearby Chaos Sorcerers began casting malevolent psychic spells.

For every low-tier daemon that died, countless others surged forward, determined to overwhelm the golden-armored giant.

The daemons transformed into a vast purple ocean, attempting to drown the golden-armored giant.

Faced with the incoming ranged attacks, the Chaos Daemon Slayer curled his lips into a cold smile. The slayer's combat armor, strengthened to its absolute limits by its master, already possessed unimaginable defensive power.

What's more, it was protected by the Holy Light. Any attacks that came close to the armor were dispersed by the golden light of the Emperor before they even made contact. The Emperor's sacred psychic energy inflicted devastating damage on daemon-kind, while also defending against the attacks of these corrupted beings, surpassing even the enchanted armor of the Grey Knights by an unimaginable degree.

"Roar! Roar!"

The Chaos Daemon Slayer let out a deafening roar. He raised the massive sword high in his hands, channeling an even more intense golden psychic light into its blade. The sword radiated violent waves of energy, illuminating the entire sky.

With a powerful swing, he slammed the massive sword into the ground. The golden psychic energy erupted instantly, transforming into a golden shockwave that annihilated countless armies of the lust daemons.

"Hahaha! Your end has come, damned daemons! Cursed Slaanesh Sisters, you deceived me. But now divine punishment has descended upon your heads. The Emperor has arrived, the Emperor has come!"

The planetary governor, tortured to the point of being unrecognizable, let out a chilling laugh. Once, he had wielded unimaginable power, but his insatiable greed drove him to secretly align with the cult of the lust god.

In secret, he had funded a warband of Chaos Space Marines, who helped him solve many of his problems and allowed him to plunder vast wealth. Later, a Slaanesh Champsion was introduced to him by the warband's Chaos Space Marine lord. Enchanted by her, he foolishly agreed to her demands.

He sacrificed half the population of the planet, offering all their souls to the great Prince of Slaanesh, the lust god. He opened the Warp Gate to summon daemons, waiting for divine blessings to ascend as a daemon prince.

But what awaited him instead were mockery, whips, knives, and saws. His legs were sawed off, his hands cruelly hacked apart, and his flesh was stripped away piece by piece. His wives were slaughtered, his sons butchered, and his daughters tortured beyond imagination.

Yet, just as he was about to succumb to despair and death, a towering golden figure descended.

"O Great Emperor! Only at this final moment do I dare to repent to you. I no longer seek your forgiveness. I do not ask to return my soul to the Golden Throne. I beg but one thing: annihilate these daemons!"

Slaanesh Champion of Chaos, roared and swung her tormentor's daemon blade, beheading the planetary governor.

In his final moments, the governor felt a fleeting sense of joy. The end of these lying daemons was near!

"Where's that bastard Zarathur? Get his flagship into the air and blast this monster to pieces with macro cannons! Kill him!" Slaanesh champion Miriael Sabathiel bellowed.

Her faction's ranged attacks were completely ineffective. The power displayed by their opponent far surpassed that of any ordinary Titan-class unit. The harm inflicted upon her Chaos forces was devastating. The lowly daemon troops could only stall him for a brief moment.

"Lady Miriael, we've already contacted Chaos Lord Zarathur. He said his flagship is launching soon and will begin macro cannon bombardments." A Slaanesh Sister reported.

"I understand. Order the sisters to retreat temporarily, withdraw to a distance where they cannot be attacked, and drive the lowly daemon creatures to assault the giant relentlessly. Let them tire him out. Whatever this thing is, we must kill it here today and offer its soul to our great master," Miriael said, trembling.

"Yes, Lady Miriael! I'll inform the sisters immediately."

Countless purple daemon troops continued to besiege the Chaos Daemon Slayer, while the Slaanesh Sisters and higher-ranking Slaanesh Daemons quickly distanced themselves from the golden giant.

Soon, the Chaos Space Marines received the news. Zarathur, a former Emperor's Children Legionary and now a Chaos Lord, immediately ordered his forces to board their battle barges and ascend into orbit.

As Zarathur observed the golden giant wreaking havoc below, his body trembled uncontrollably.

The resemblance—how could this be possible? It was too similar!

He was a veteran of the Great Crusade, a millennia-old warrior. During his campaigns with Fulgrim, the Primarch of the Third Legion, he had been fortunate enough to see the Emperor in person.

This golden-armored giant bore an uncanny resemblance to the Emperor himself, aside from the obscured face. His invincible presence, the golden radiance emanating from his body—it was as if the Emperor himself had returned.

But even the Emperor wasn't this tall! The Emperor's height had never reached Titan-class proportions. What exactly was this golden giant?

"Lord, the battle barges have launched," a Chaos Space Marine reported.

"Relay my orders! Activate the daemon engines on the ships. All macro cannons target the golden giant. Blast him into fragments!" Zarathur roared.

It couldn't be. It was impossible for the False Emperor to rise from the Golden Throne. He couldn't rise.

The Chaos Daemon Slayer noticed the battle barges in the sky and smirked coldly. His body shot upward, transforming into a golden meteor streaking toward the Chaos warships.