strictlysupreme Chapter 393 The Battle for the Throne 3
Chapter 393 The Battle for the Throne 3
**The Royal Palace Foreground: The Battle of Ragnarok**
Harken's black wings whipped up a bloody gust of wind, and his spear, "Kiss of Pain," drew a deadly arc, aiming straight for Russell's throat. Russell dodged to the side, his Godslayer Axe sweeping across, the runes on its blade emitting a blinding golden light as it collided with the tip of Harken's spear—
**boom!!!**
The shockwave shattered the black stone tiles within a hundred-meter radius, sending the Imperial Guards and Chaos Warriors flying simultaneously. Harken laughed and soared into the sky, his wings scattering corrosive black feathers, each one as sharp as a blade.
"Your head will be my best trophy!" He hovered in the air, his spear brimming with crimson energy.
Russell did not answer. His left arm had been ripped open by Kahn's chainsaw axe, leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound, and blood dripped down his golden armor. But his hand holding the axe was as steady as a rock, and the golden light in his eyes burned even brighter.
Kahn lunged again from the shadows, and "Blood Child" let out a hungry shriek. Russell spun around abruptly, his axe handle precisely parrying the chainsaw axe. Sparks flew, and he delivered a powerful knee strike to Kahn's abdomen—
"Crack!" The Chaos Terminator's breastplate dented.
But instead of retreating, Kahn advanced, letting his ribs break, and swung his axe at Russell's shoulder armor!
“This time…you die…” Kahn’s mechanical vocal cords emitted a distorted laugh.
Russell staggered backward, blood blurring his vision. Harken seized the opportunity, swooping down and thrusting his spear straight for his heart!
At the critical moment, Russell suddenly released the axe handle, letting the "kiss of pain" pierce his right chest—then he gripped the spear shaft tightly!
"What?!" Harken's pupils contracted sharply.
The Godslayer Axe hovered in the air, all the runes on its blade glowing. Russell's blood-stained hand clenched in mid-air—
"In the name of the Emperor."
The giant axe transformed into a golden beam of light and pierced through Harken's chest!
The Skull Raider looked down in disbelief and saw a huge hole in the location of his heart, its edges burning with golden flames. His black wings shattered inch by inch, and his body dissipated as if weathered away.
"No...it's impossible..." These were his last words.
Kahn's chainsaw axe came crashing down again, but this time Russell was lightning fast. He caught the axe blade with one hand, ignoring the serrated edges tearing his palm, and with his other hand, he summoned back the Godslayer axe and brought it down on his head!
Kahn barely managed to raise his axe to block, but the power of the Godslayer's Axe far exceeded his expectations—
"Clang!!"
The "Blood Child" was severed at the root, but the axe blade still had momentum, splitting open Kahn's shoulder armor and almost cutting him in two diagonally!
The Chaos Champion collapsed to his knees, his internal organs spilling from his ruptured chest cavity. But his eyepieces still glowed red, and his mechanical vocal cords emitted a hoarse laugh:
"Finally... an interesting... battle..."
Russell raised his axe, but stopped at the last moment: "You could have been a hero."
Kahn's response was a sudden, explosive attack, thrusting half an axe handle towards Russell's eye—
A flash of golden light, and the traitor's head flew into the air.
As Russell dragged his battered body toward the throne room, deafening cheers erupted outside the palace—Guilliman had led the remaining Ultramarines back to Terra Orbit, and Vulcan's Eternal Flame was burning the Necromancer fleet.
But Russell's gaze was fixed on the throne.
The emperor's figure was even more transparent than yesterday, and the light of the golden throne was almost extinguished.
"Is it over?" Valerian arrived, panting.
Russell shook his head and inserted the Godslayer Axe into the groove before the throne: "It's just the beginning."
The runes on the axe blade resonated with the throne, and an unprecedented golden light shot into the sky, piercing through the clouds and reaching the end of the Milky Way—
…………
Abaddon's roar shattered the crystal display screen on the bridge.
"Harken is dead?! Kahn is dead too?!" His Four Blessings surged violently across his armor, and the Dracani Sword uncontrollably spewed chaotic energy. "That damned Imperial Guard—!"
He turned abruptly, preparing to issue the order for a full-scale assault on Terra, but at that moment, the air on the bridge suddenly distorted, and a purple mist seeped out from the ventilation ducts, condensing into the figure of the shapeshifter, Saint Ives.
“Anger has blinded your wisdom, Warlord,” Saint Ives’s voice rang out like a thousand ravens. “Look at the real battlefield.”
With a light tap of his scepter, the holographic star map suddenly expanded—
On the other side of the battlefield, the Necromancer fleet was quietly regrouping. Those "wrecks" once ignored by Chaos and the Empire suddenly unfolded, revealing their hidden **World Engine cores**. Even more terrifying, their weapon arrays all shifted—**no longer targeting Terra, but locking onto the Chaos fleet**.
"The Silent King has never truly fought the Empire," a sinister grin appeared on Saint Ives's mask. "He's just waiting for us to both be weakened."
The warlord's scarlet goggles flashed wildly.
After three seconds of silence, he suddenly slammed his fist on the communications console: "All fleets! Turn your guns around immediately! Target—the Necromancer's Engine!"
The adjutant exclaimed incredulously, "Ketara is right in front of us! We just need to—"
“Don’t you understand yet?” Abaddon’s sword tip pressed against his lieutenant’s throat. “Those metal skeletons don’t want Terra, they want the reset of the entire galaxy!”
As the order was given, the Chaos Fleet traced eerie arcs through the void. Khorne's blood gunships and Tzeentch's psionic warships, in a rare coordinated attack, unleashed devastating firepower upon the undead fleet.
The space necromancers reacted with astonishing speed.
In a flash of green light, their fleet instantly completed a phase shift, and the first salvo from Chaos missed its target entirely. Immediately afterwards, millions of nanites were released from the necromancer's hull, swarming towards the Chaos warship like a blizzard of living metal.
The port side armor of the "Soul of Vengeance" was instantly corroded, creating huge holes, and hundreds of Chaos Warriors turned into blood amidst screams.
"They were prepared!" the navigator screamed. "This isn't a makeshift defense; it's a pre-planned trap!"
Abaddon grinned maliciously as he activated the ultimate form of the Delacrani Sword: "Then let them see what a real trap is!"
The blade pierced the bridge floor, and the power of the Four Gods spread along the electrical circuits throughout the entire ship. The entire "Soul of Vengeance" suddenly transformed, and gigantic, fleshy maws emerged from its surface, swallowing the approaching undead ship whole!
Inside the Terra Palace, Russell, covered in blood, suddenly looked up.
“The Chaos Fleet…is attacking the Undead?” Valerian stared incredulously at the orbital monitor.
Guilliman's holographic image appeared on the communicator, his blue armor almost blackened: "Not an alliance, but a three-way war. Activate the Final Protocol immediately!"
Russell looked at the Golden Throne—the emperor's phantom had faded to almost transparent, but there seemed to be a hint of...relief at the corner of his mouth.
“Now is the time.” He gripped the handle of the Godslayer Axe. “When chaos and the undead tear each other apart—”
The runes on the axe blade suddenly lit up, and the roar of machinery emanating from beneath the throne filled the air. The entire palace began to tremble, and deep underground, some creation that had slumbered for millennia was awakening.
On the other side of the Milky Way, eighteen ancient black stone arks simultaneously lit up their signals.
Vulcan stood on one of the decks, the eternal flame in his hand a guiding lighthouse: "Brothers, it's time to go home."
Llane's fleet leaped from the warp rift, the Imperial Shield reflecting the light of a distant star: "For humanity!"
Deep within Terra's core, the outer shell of the Golden Throne peels away layer by layer, revealing the ultimate weapon—a fusion of Ancient and human technology—
It's not a weapon, but a key.