vstars Chapter 272 The Demon Lord's Revenge
Chapter 272 The Demon Lord's Revenge
Deep within the warp, chaotic energy surged like a raging tide, and the whispers of the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord echoed through the distorted void. Its voice was filled with rage and resentment, as if it wanted to tear the entire warp apart.
"He banished me, a lowly mortal... This is a disgrace..." The voice of the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord echoed in the void, each word filled with endless pain and rage. Its body twisted in chaotic energy, and countless faces emerged on its surface, each face emitting different sounds—laughter, crying, screams, weaving together into a maddening symphony.
The Thousand-Faced Demon Lord knew it couldn't kill Russell personally. Its power was limited in the real universe, and Russell's golden psionic energy made it wary. But its anger and resentment couldn't be quelled; it had to find a way to retaliate.
Just then, a thought flashed through its mind—Woda Blood Glory.
Vodar Bloodrocket, the demon prince of Khorne, leader of the World Eater Warband. The Thousand-Faced Demon Lord had heard his story; that brute was still searching the universe for Russell, trying to wash away the shame of his banishment by mortals.
"A brainless idiot..." The Thousand-Faced Demon Lord's voice held a hint of mockery, but it was quickly replaced by malice. "But perhaps, he is exactly the pawn I need."
The Thousand-Faced Demon Lord's figure twisted in the subspace, and its voice pierced the boundary between reality and the void, reaching Woda Bloodrong's ears.
“Woda Blood Glory…” the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord’s voice was deep and seductive, “I know you’re looking for Russell… the mortal who banished you with an entrenching tool.”
Woda Bloodrocket's figure appeared in the warp, his battle axe "Blood Howl" gleaming crimson in his hand. His eyes were filled with rage, and his voice boomed like thunder: "Thousand-Faced Demon Lord! What do you want?"
The Thousand-Faced Demon Lord's laughter echoed in the void, tinged with malice: "I can tell you Russell's whereabouts... but you need to do one thing for me."
A flicker of wariness crossed Woda Blood's eyes: "What is it?"
The Thousand-Faced Demon Lord's voice carried a hint of temptation: "Kill Russell and bring his soul to me. I will allow you to wash away your shame and gain boundless power."
Woda Bloodrong was silent for a moment, then roared, "I don't need your help! I will kill Russell with my own hands and wash away my shame!"
The Thousand-Faced Demon Lord's laughter grew even more sinister: "Of course, you can choose to refuse. But Russell's power far exceeds your imagination. Without my help, you will never find him, let alone kill him."
Woda Bloodrong clenched his fists, the crimson energy on his battle axe burning ever brighter. He knew the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord's words weren't entirely without merit. Russell's power truly instilled fear in him, and his anger and humiliation were becoming unbearable.
“Fine…” Woda Bloodrong’s voice held a hint of reluctance. “I agree. But if you dare to lie to me, I’ll make you pay!”
The Thousand-Faced Demon Lord's laughter echoed in the void, carrying a hint of victorious joy: "Of course, Woda Blood Glory. Our deal is done."
The energy of the warp surged once more, and the figure of the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord gradually dissipated. Its voice echoed in the void, tinged with malice: "Russell... your end is near..."
Woda Bloodsong vanished into the warp, his battle axe "Blood Howl" gleaming crimson in his hand. His eyes were filled with fury and battle intent, like an awakened beast.
“Russell…” Woda Bloodsong’s voice was low and cold, “I will find you… I will kill you with my own hands…”
The energy of the warp surged once more, and whispers of chaos echoed through the void. The Thousand-Faced Demon Lord's plan had begun, and Russell's fate would face new challenges in this conspiracy.
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Deep within the warp, the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord's figure hovered silently in the chaotic void like a ghostly blue phantom. Its eyes were as deep as an abyss, and a halo of psionic energy shimmered around it, as if it could see through all illusions. Its heart was filled with anger and resentment, but even more so with a yearning for Russell's golden psionic energy.
“Golden psionic energy…” The Thousand-Faced Demon Lord’s voice was low and chilling, as if he were chewing on the word. His gaze pierced the boundary between reality and the void, sweeping over the entire empire. In the energy ocean of warp space, the Emperor’s golden psionic energy was like a dazzling sun, its radiance boundless and impossible to look directly at. Russell’s golden psionic energy, on the other hand, was like a speck of dust, faint yet unique.
The Thousand-Faced Demon Lord flicked his fingers, and psychic energy formed intricate runes in the air. His voice echoed through the void, tinged with malice: "Found you... Russell..."
Under the control of the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord, the energy of the subspace began to surge, and the whispers of chaos echoed in the void. Its psionic energy pierced the boundary between reality and the void, scanning every corner. Finally, in a distant star field, it detected a faint golden psionic fluctuation.
"Found it..." The Thousand-Faced Demon Lord's voice carried a hint of triumphant joy. Its figure twisted in the warp, and a psionic aura formed a portal in the air.
Meanwhile, Russell stood on the deck of "Starwing," his gaze fixed coldly on the distant stars. Golden psionic energy surged within him, as if warning him of impending danger.
Suddenly, a subspace storm struck.
The merchant ship trembled violently in the warp storm, and Arya's pupils were completely filled with purplish-black psionic energy. She stood before the navigation console, her slender fingers drawing eerie runes on the star charter, and the air on the bridge was filled with tiny crystal fragments—the remains of the Geller force field generator corrupted by chaotic energy.
"Warp coordinates locked." Arya's voice had a metallic, strained quality. Russell rushed into the bridge just as she plunged a dagger into the captain's throat, blood splattering onto the control panel that shimmered with eerie runes.
Golden psionic energy instantly enveloped Russell's entire body, and the force field of the Blood Drinker's entrenching tool emitted a sharp hum. But when he saw the writhing purple veins on Arya's neck, the blade of the entrenching tool stopped abruptly three centimeters from her temple.
"Reluctant to make a move?" Arya's lips curled into a wide grin, the voice of the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord surging from her throat. Her right hand suddenly transformed into a bone blade, piercing Russell's shoulder armor, the venomous black blood seeping into the seams of the power armor through the wound.
Russell grunted, the entrenching tool handle slamming heavily into the back of her neck. As Arya collapsed to the ground, a sudden burst of ghastly green light outside the porthole engulfed their entire field of vision. The merchant ship spun wildly like a die thrown into a rolling pin, and amidst the shrill screams of the hull tearing apart, Russell held onto the unconscious Arya tightly as they shoved her into the emergency escape pod.
As they crawled out of the burning escape pod, a blood-red sky greeted them. Grotesque plants writhed in the purplish-black soil, and a strange howl, like the wailing of a baby, echoed in the distance. Arya suddenly opened her pupil-less eyes, her fingers digging deeply into Russell's wrist: "You think this is mercy?" The chaotic mark on the back of her neck was secreting black slime. "When I transform her into an incubator, you'll be begging me to kill her..."
Russell covered Arya's forehead with his palm, and golden psionic energy formed a cage to suppress the chaotic energy within her. But the purplish-black patterns were visibly eroding the golden light, like ink dripping into clear water.