(POV: Magnus)
I was moving toward the place where my soldiers were fighting with Khorne's daemon to end this prolonged hunt and prepare for what's to come.
The time I spent in this verse was smooth, which lulled me into thinking it might not be so bad to be reborn in 40k. But I was very, very wrong about that.
Suddenly, I had a premonition that there was something very wrong, and I had this urge to run without looking back.
I sprinted toward my soldiers only to find they were ground into dust by a Khorne daemon, and they were summoned back to the City of Calamity.
The area where they fought was proof that they fought valiantly, but in the face of absolute strength, bravery meant little.
As I was surveying the area where the scars of battle were obvious, a shadow appeared on my back.
In a millisecond, I tried to evade the axe, but it was too late. Suddenly, I felt a pain not from being cut out but from the blunt force trauma.
True, I was in adult Magnus form, but I had 1/1000 of the overall stat of the demigod physique, so it still hurts a lot.
I recovered from the pain, and I turned to see my opponent. The scene that presented before my sight horrified me.
It was hell; vast legions of Khorne and Tzeentch were there. As far as I can see, there was a sea of crimson and blue trying to drown me.
My subordinate daemon has likely fled from the scene.
I alone was facing the legion of daemons. There was one thing to do: run.
I started flying to flee from daemons, but suddenly Khornes' flying daemon-wielding axe hit me, sending me sprawling across the battlefield.
I limped my way to escape this hell, but azure flames blasted my back, ragdolled me to the boulders, and small rocks splintered from the boulder due to impact.
'I underestimated this cesspit. I should have planned properly. I should have proceeded with caution.' I thought bitterly.
Then an idea came to my mind: there was a teleportation spell that I learned from a Tzeentch daemon.
I started running to put some distance between me and daemons because it takes 10 to 20 seconds to activate a spell for a rookie.
Clutching my side that hurt like hell, I moved with single focus on my mind, that is to escape this nightmare.
But I was robbed of that chance as a heavy mace hit my shoulder, causing me to shoot through and hit the rocks.
There was no moment of respite, I just wanted to escape, but these chaos scum are not leaving me a chance.
I shouted with the top of my lungs, "EMPEROR! SAVE ME! NEOTH SAVE ME!"
'To hell with the consequences of being discovered as an anomaly by the Emperor.' I thought.
Instead of finding a blinding cold sun, the thing I got in return was silence.
That's when despair took hold in my heart; there was no one coming to save me.
I am all alone in this mess like my last life. What should I have expected from life that I would be a hero who would hunt daemons and xenos to facilitate the Emperor's plan? No, I am just a puny human who got an inflated head by arrogance
"Hah!" I let out a single chuckle.
'Those were some big words that I said to Tzeentch daemon, who was toying with Leyliah's soul, that I will hunt Chaos Gods. But I am going to die at the hands of those Gods' low-level lackey.' I thought bitterly.
Suddenly, my train of thought changed.
'If I am going down, then I am going down swinging.' I decided.
This will be a place where the most pathetic transmigrator of all time, who was given an op golden finger, will make his last stand.
At the same time, my thoughts stilled
Hideous and grotesque creatures surrounded me from all sides.
I blasted a warp shockwave, sending the surrounding first wave of daemons sprawling.
The second string of daemons started rushing in. I regulated the warp powers from my whole body.
I dodged a sword from one daemon by stepping aside, then punched it in the face. Another crimson axe came in to behead me.
I used the gauntlet to veer the axe from its trajectory while gut-punching the daemon, sending it stumbling.
Another mace hit me, causing me to collide with a daemon, but I get up because I am not going down, only taking down two daemons.
I charged toward the mace daemon when two daemons swung their sword at my left and right sides at the same time.
For that, I increased my speed. When the sword was at a criss-cross, I jumped on the swords, then I jumped to super-punch the mace daemon.
As I took the head of the mace daemon, a blue fire was hurled at me, and I dodged the fire by throwing myself to the side.
Suddenly, I lifted the Khorne daemon by its neck to use it to defend against blue fire. Khorne daemons have the projectile-resistant property, so I was using this perk to the maximum.
An idea came to mind, and I derived a telepathic spell that can send a message to my specific group.
The warp spells are like a coding algorithm, where you set specific conditions to trigger particular actions.
While I adjusted spell in my mind, I weaved through the onslaught of daemons and using the claw of gauntlets to rip off the head of Khornes daemon, during which I also dodged spells from Tzeentch daemon.
As soon as my spell completed, I activated a telepatic spell, hoping it would work.
I sent a telepathic message to all Tzeentch daemons, "I know your true name. Quickly teleport me to a safe space; otherwise, you'd better pray that I get completely killed here. If I survived, I would torture you in some way that Slaanesh would cower in fear if it saw that torture."
That telepathic message worked wonders; it planted seeds of doubt in Tzeentch's daemons, making them wary of their colleagues.
The two-prong strategy I have devised is first to cause chaos in the ranks of daemons and second to bide time to activate the teleportation spell to get the hell out of this horrible place.
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