The strongest astral army in Warhammer 40K

Chapter 280 The Gray Knights Battle the "Villain"

The sky above the arena was dyed silver-gray by the exhaust plumes of the Thunderhawk gunship's engines, and the Gray Knight Dreadnought descended from the heavens like a mobile fortress. Its Stormblaster spewed Holy Flame Rune bullets, each bullet imbued with purifying psionic energy. The Bloodskull warriors were caught off guard by this sudden attack; their chain axes were blasted to pieces before they could even be raised.

"For the Emperor!" A deep battle cry echoed from the Dreadnought's voice changer as its powered gauntlets smashed a berserker's helmet, turning the flesh inside into a bloody pulp.

Woda Blood's eyes burned with rage, his battle axe "Blood Oath" drawing a crimson arc in the air: "You mere tin can, how dare you be arrogant in front of me!"

The Dreadnought's Stormblaster was aimed at Voda, but the Berserker was incredibly fast. He leaped up, stepping on the trajectory of the blaster, and his battle axe cleaved through the mech's shoulder armor, tearing the terracotta plates like paper. The Dreadnought's servo system emitted a piercing alarm, but it still retaliated with its power gauntlets, which Voda deftly dodged.

"Too slow!" Voda laughed maniacally, bringing his battle axe down again. This time, the blade embedded itself deeply into the Dreadnought's chest reactor. Crimson energy surged in through the crack, the mech's visors flickered a few times, and then dimmed.

Just as Voda was preparing to deliver the fatal blow, a silver light descended from the sky. Grandmaster Clement of the Grey Knights' Namesis Halberd pierced the ground, and the psionic shockwave sent Voda flying back several meters.

"Your opponent is me, the demon." Clement's voice came through the voice changer, carrying an undeniable authority. His power armor was covered in exorcism runes, each line shimmering with pure silver light.

A dozen or so Grey Knights and Terminator Warriors followed closely behind, their Namesis halberds tracing deadly arcs through the air. The Bloodskull Berserkers' prized power armor was like paper before these ancient weapons; each swing claimed the life of a Chaos Warrior.

"For the Emperor! For Holy Terra!" The battle cry of the Grey Knights echoed through the arena. Terminator warriors' heavy bombardment guns spewed flames, blasting berserkers who tried to approach into pieces.

Voda Bloodrong watched his men fall one by one, his eyes blazing with fury. He raised his battle axe, pointing it at Clement: "Come on, let me see just how much the Grey Knight Grand Mentor is made of!"

Clement did not answer, but simply raised the Halberd of Namses. The tip of the halberd gleamed with a pure silver light, as if it could purify all evil.

The battle erupted instantly. Voda moved with lightning speed, her battle axe aimed straight for Clemence's throat. Clemence swiftly swung his Namses halberd, silver light colliding with crimson energy in mid-air, unleashing a dazzling burst of light.

"For the Emperor!" Clement's roar echoed through the air. His halberd traced deadly arcs through the air, each strike imbued with purifying psionic energy.

Voda wielded his battle axe like a whirlwind, each strike carrying devastating power. His figure darted across the battlefield, a storm of psionic energy raging around him, yet nothing could halt his onslaught.

"Too slow!" Voda laughed wildly, bringing his battle axe down again. Claymond swiftly dodged, the tip of his halberd piercing Voda's shoulder armor.

A flicker of pain crossed Voda's eyes, but his offensive continued. He swung his battle axe fiercely, cleaving Clemens' halberd away. His fist slammed heavily into Clemens' breastplate, sending the Grey Knight Grandmaster flying several meters.

Clement crashed heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His eyes were filled with resentment, but his body was already unable to move.

Woda walked up to Clement, his crimson boots pressing down on Namesis's halberd, the serrated edge of his Bloodsworn Battle Axe pressed against the Gray Knight Grandmaster's carotid artery: "Is this all the Gray Knight Grandmaster is capable of?"

Ten meters away, five gray knights suddenly charged in formation. The Terminator warrior at the front had his shoulder armor pop open, revealing two rows of rotating Holy Flame jets. The instant the blazing white flames engulfed Voda, the gray knight on the right threw out a psionic chain to entangle his right arm, while the three on the left formed a strangulation formation with the Namesis halberd.

"A mere trick!" Voda's muscles suddenly doubled in size, and the chains melted into molten iron under the blessing of the Blood God. He grabbed the nearest Grey Knight's helmet and swung it at his companion like a flail. The Terminator's breastplate dented upon impact, and the Holy Flame fuel tank was pierced by the halberd, triggering a chain explosion.

Two Grey Knights were reduced to charred remains in the inferno, but a third's halberd had already pierced Voda's ribs. Just as he was about to inject exorcism runes, Voda's left hand suddenly transformed into a bone blade, piercing through his power backpack. The dying Grey Knight detonated his psionic core, and golden flames charred half of Voda's body.

“That was impressive!” Voda licked the charred flesh from the corner of his mouth, revealing newly formed crimson muscles beneath the burned skin. He leaped up, stepping on the remains of the Grey Knights, and the Bloodsworn Battle Axe cleaved through the psionic shields of the last two. The moment the axe blade embedded itself in the Terminator helmet, Clement suddenly sprang into action, piercing Voda’s knee with his broken halberd.

The psionic energy of the seven fallen Grey Knights resonated at this moment, their remains transforming into golden shackles that bound Voda. Clement's pupils turned completely silver-white: "In the name of the Emperor, judgment!"

Magic-suppressing shackles appeared from the void, but Voda's roar shattered the nascent seal. He tore off two ribs and hurled them like darts, smashing through a rock wall as Clement dodged. A bloody trail lingered in the air, like a defiant declaration of war.

The surviving Grey Knights knelt on one knee, blood dripping silently from their visors. Clement picked up a broken piece of the helmet, still bearing Woda's crimson scales: "Prepare for the tracking ritual. This hunt... has only just begun."