Plans, a term people often use to soothe their miserable circumstances, to make themselves believe that everything will be fine if they take action under the guise of this term.
Sometimes it works, and most of the time it screws up the one who planned it.
And at the pace things are going, the Emperor would be screwed as well as I, who is in this shitty situation right now.
I planned to lure the daemons of Khorne toward the black mountains, which were located to the east of the Khorne realm.
There was only a narrow passage between mountains from which only a single entity can pass at a time.
I'd rather fight Khorne's daemon one on one than get ganged up on. That will alleviate the probability of winning.
But that was wishful thinking because the nethredeal friend of mine lured those red fuckers from the opposite side of the ambush location.
I wanted to scream to heaven as to why I got a shit team. This current situation reminded me of my toxic days while playing LOL.
I now had two options: first, to run without looking back, and second, to fight head-on.
I made a choice, which I know I will regret, but I decided to fight.
I had to because power never comes free; it had to be seized by those hands that were covered in blood and sweat.
Six Khorne daemons were chasing my lackey like it owed them money.
The description of these daemons was the same as the main lore; their skin is blood red, and smoke and fire can be seen being emitted from their orifices.
When I saw the situation, my brain automatically started giving me combat suggestions.
It seems like the time is near when I will be hurled across the galaxy. I should end the hunt as soon as possible to avoid being eaten by the warp beasts of Prospero.
Well, back to the current situation, I ordered my soldiers to distract one Khorne berserker, while I telepathically ordered my stupid friend to restrict the other two daemons.
I will handle the rest of our three guests. I ordered my soldiers to spur into action.
When the Khorne daemon reached me, I jumped and landed in the crowds of daemons.
While landing, I performed Iron Man pose, except I powered my stump with warp power, causing the ugly creatures to fly across the plain.
The main reason for this action was to divide the battlefield to avoid the messy Choppa that was going to take place.
While I put all my opponents into an increased gravity spell to help my allies, it only diminished one-tenth of their combat ability.
'Time to have personal choppa.' I thought.
Seeing me coming in for melee, the daemons got excited as it was obvious they were from a muscle-brained faction.
One daemon swung his bronze axe horizontally to behead me while chanting, "Skull for the Skull Throne."
I tilted back to avoid the axe. Suddenly, a long sword came down for my head from my left side.
I did an action that will make every soulsborne player applaud. I roll out to avoid the onslaught of the daemons.
As I just avoided another Khorne flying daemon, it shoulder-charged me. I was thrown like a ragdoll across the battlefield.
Thanks to armor, I was not injured externally, but the shockwave still hurts a lot.
'Okay, this isn't going to work. I had to do something to change the situation; if I did not, I would be the most pathetic tarnsmigerator of all time.' I thought.
Well, let's try again. I charged toward the daemons again. Every battle has rhythm; if you disrupt that rhythm, you can tilt the scales of victory toward yourself.
Again, the daemon with a long sword slashed to cut my head off, but I jumped and spun using momentum, dodging the sword.
While the axe daemon was already swinging toward me, I pulled the flying daemon toward me to act as a meatshield.
As the daemon was acting as my meatsheild, I infused the powers of warp into my fist and sucker punched the solar plexus of the daemon who was in mid swing.
The daemon staggered from the punch, while I grabbed the flying daemon by the use of telekinesis again.
Then I flung the flying daemon at the staggered daemon, sending them flying across the field.
Afterwards, I dodged the axe, which was coming down by tilting side to side, then I moved in.
Empowering my elbow, I drove it into the daemons, getting them by circulating the power of warp in my lower body.
I performed an uppercut, causing the daemon to get stunned. Subsequently, I summoned his axe like Kratos.
Then I spun and cut the daemon's legs as it fell, which caused the daemon to come to its senses, but it was too late.
Using the flat side of the axe, I hit the daemon. Meanwhile, I was busy knocking out the daemon.
The flying daemon of Khorne again tried to shoulder charge me, but this time I was ready.
As he was a meter away from me, I spun to gain the momentum for my axe. It wanted to fly away to dodge the axe, but I increased the gravity by using warp sorcery, causing it to run into my axe.
That son of a gun got Gojo'ed. The long sword berserker came charging. I parried sword with axe on the left side, albeit with some difficulty.
There are certain advantages and disadvantages of every weapon. In layman's terms, it is like a game of rock, paper, scissors.
Heavy weapons hit hard, suitable for head-on confrontation, but they consume stamina and have a long recovery time if you swing them.
Light weapons have a little recovery time; it is easy to exploit the opponent's blind spot, but their disadvantage lies in that they may not necessarily break the opponent's defense.
But this school of thought doesn't apply to these daemons, who are juiced up so much that they don't even feel pain.
Fortunately, in my case, this red-skinned creature had to recover the long sword to defend; if it were a greater daemon, it would have abandoned the weapon and counterattacked me.
But it was a lower-level daemon, so it didn't have such a thought, which helped me a bit.
After parrying the sword, I swung the axe downward, aiming to cut both of the daemon's hands, at which I succeeded.
Then I abandoned the axe, then using my warp-powered hand, I grabbed the daemon by the face and slammed hard, knocking it out.
Subsequently, I saw both axe daemon and flying daemon were recovering to join the fray.
Of course, I would never let that happen. I knocked them out by kicking them in the jaw and sacrificed them to the City of Calamity, as I didn't want them to recover during my fight with their colleagues.
After sacrificing, I charged toward my soldiers to help as they were getting their ass handed to them.
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