Chapter 441: The Pleasure of Dialogue

Wu Pifu had once again entered the pleasant routine he was so familiar with.

The routine of using his fists to converse.

Perhaps it was because his personality had iterated too many times, causing his essence to become increasingly "pure," but Wu Pifu did not care much for talking; instead, he preferred to resolve matters through action.

Asking him to explain the profound logic behind his actions to these Dark Eldar was asking too much of him, but if you asked him to eliminate these Dark Eldar, not only could he do it, but he could also quickly form a logical closed loop for his own internal moral code.

Killing evil is goodness; these Dark Eldar creatures had completely trampled over his moral boundaries. They were wicked, despicable, and cowardly—the kind of beings you could wipe out entirely without the slightest psychological burden. That was why he truly loved using his fists to converse with these Dark Eldar; the conversation was pleasant, and the logic was simple.

He really loved it~

Wu Pifu slashed his blade through the air. The Dark Eldar warrior, who had dodged his attacks three times, finally found himself unable to evade and was forced to raise his bloody twin blades to block. The reason these were called "bloody twin blades" was not merely a figure of speech; as they were raised, a layer of visible, blood-red film appeared. The bullets, stones, and residual energy from explosions occurring around Wu Pifu and the Dark Eldar were all blocked by this film, causing ripples to spread across its surface.

However, as Wu Pifu slashed down, the moment this blood film touched the Broken Spirit Blade, it exploded with a boom, revealing the Dark Eldar warrior behind it, whose face was filled with astonishment. In this split second, he was still able to react, twisting his body in an unnatural posture, intending to dodge this round of strikes.

But just as his body moved, in that thousandth of a second, the blade of Wu Pifu's Broken Spirit Blade trembled slightly, adjusting its trajectory. The speed at which he adjusted his aim and the force of his downward strike were even half a beat faster than the Dark Eldar.

Both were masters of combat arts. In that thousandth of a second, before their minds could even react, the combat skills displayed in this tiny space were enough to make countless people's jaws drop. This was a supreme technique where combat skill alone was enough to reach the extraordinary realm.

This Dark Eldar was no ordinary warrior; he was one of the renowned Phoenix Lords of the Eldar!

After the birth of Slaanesh, the Eldar split into three: the Craftworld Eldar, the Dark Eldar, and the Exodite Eldar. The Craftworld Eldar used ascetic practices similar to monks to resist the soul-sucking of Slaanesh, suppressing their senses and intense emotions—which were a hundred times stronger than those of humans—through a path known as the "Path."

Each Path could be seen as an extraordinary system, and the so-called Phoenix Lords were the first to pioneer these Paths—the founders, the ancestors, and so on. They were the peak and the limit of their respective Paths.

Because they pioneered these Paths, the essence of these Phoenix Lords' souls underwent a qualitative change and sublimation due to their actions and refinement. Thus, even after death, they would not fall into the Warp; instead, they would fuse with their weapons or armor, existing in the material universe in the form of eternal vessels. Once an Eldar they deemed worthy obtained their weapon or armor, they would fuse with them, becoming the new Phoenix Lord.

The Dark Eldar before him was a Phoenix Lord, and the bloody twin blades he held were the weapons of a Phoenix Lord. Because of the sublimation and qualitative change of the soul, this weapon appeared incomparably pure—so pure that even Wu Pifu's "Commoner" title could not snap it in two with a single strike, leaving only slight, fractured marks upon it.

And the Dark Eldar holding this weapon was truly worthy of his status as a Phoenix Lord. Despite being inferior to Wu Pifu in speed, strength, and attack power, he had managed to dodge Wu Pifu's attacks three times. He had tangled with Wu Pifu for at least five minutes while Wu Pifu was busy smashing three mobile fortresses, two super-heavy transport vehicles, and slaughtering three thousand elite Dark Eldar guards. This combat prowess even made Wu Pifu look at him with respect.

This was not extraordinary power; the unique nature of the Warp in this world caused all extraordinary powers to be suppressed, leaving only the Warp's psychic energy to manifest. Yet, around Wu Pifu, all psychic energy became a dud.

This was a battle of pure physics and physical combat arts—the pinnacle of the aesthetics of combat and slaughter. If converted to the Guoshu system, all Phoenix Lords would be "Earthly Immortals" who had broken the void and achieved the "Seeing God, Indestructible" realm. Under equal conditions—not counting cross-rank confrontations where flesh fights star-destroying cannons—such figures were god-level existences capable of fighting an army alone, or even crushing an army.

Wu Pifu also had a physical sense of it: setting aside the total suppression brought by physical stats, as well as the suppression of titles and extraordinary powers, in terms of combat arts alone, the Dark Eldar before him was actually his equal!

Things like "moving before the opponent" or "the first of the first"—concepts blown out of proportion by certain ethnic groups—were being executed at least a hundred times every second during their collision. Without using the "Super-Brain Heaven and Earth," their combat intuition, martial instinct, and combat consciousness were all pushed to the limit. Within a thousandth of a second, they had already shifted their force, changed the angle of their weapons, and adjusted their physical output multiple times. And this was just a snapshot of one scene of their confrontation.

When Wu Pifu slashed down, the Phoenix Lord angled his blade upward. To an outsider, it was an ordinary collision without any flair, but this Phoenix Lord was knocked back hundreds of meters by the strike, and one of his arms was severed by the Broken Spirit Blade. The Phoenix Lord then fell into a massive group of Orks, Space Marines, several Tyranids, and hundreds of other alien combatants. In an instant, all sorts of weapons were unleashed upon the heavily wounded Phoenix Lord.

The next instant, a storm of blood mist erupted where the Phoenix Lord landed. With blood-red blade light and a movement speed so fast that even Space Marines, Orks, or Tyranids could not track him, in just a few seconds, only severed limbs remained within a ten-meter radius around him. Even with only one arm left and his internal organs displaced from the impact, the strength of this Phoenix Lord was still not something ordinary beings could rival.

But Wu Pifu ignored him entirely. After heavily wounding him with a slash, he turned and charged into a massive pile of Dark Eldar vehicles, bio-beasts, floating fortresses, and elite guards in the distance. Compared to the Phoenix Lord's speed of slaughtering hundreds in a few seconds, with a single charge, a slash, and a flurry of flying blades, Wu Pifu was slaughtering hundreds or thousands of Dark Eldar every second. Those indestructible vehicles, fortresses, and strongholds were as fragile as paper before him.

As for the various sci-fi remote attacks, they couldn't even create a ripple when they landed on Wu Pifu. For example, the Dark Eldar's prized anti-matter annihilation guns couldn't even break the stratum corneum of his skin. Or the dark matter cutters—a disc-like projectile—would create sparks when they hit Wu Pifu, slide across the surface of his skin, and then ricochet away, leaving not even a white mark where they had passed.

What was this similar to?

It was roughly equivalent to the Dark Eldar's strongest cutting machine trying to cut a single hair from an ordinary person, only for the machine to shatter with a "pop," while the hair remained completely unharmed.

This stunned and terrified every Dark Eldar facing Wu Pifu, including all the high-ranking Dark Eldar watching the battle from the depths of Commorragh. After nearly four hours of crazy, chaotic fighting since Wu Pifu stepped into Commorragh, they had confirmed time and again that, except for melee weapons, he seemed immune to all remote weaponry.

And this was the greatest unsolvable problem.

The Dark Eldar's capital had been breached. Over 1.5 million slaves, gladiators, and prey—kept to satisfy the Dark Eldar nobility and extend their lifespans—had been released or killed. At the same time, over 500,000 Dark Eldar had been killed in this sudden attack. Furthermore, for all those who died, all soul-reincarnation agreements were voided; their souls were either devoured or fell directly into the Warp, becoming playthings in the hands of Slaanesh.

This loss was the greatest catastrophe the entire Dark Eldar race had ever faced since the birth of Slaanesh. Even more terrifying was that this human who brought the catastrophe seemed to possess an instinct beyond imagination. Without using any precognitive psychic powers, he could accurately locate any hiding Dark Eldar noble, and he was specifically slaughtering his way toward them. For instance, right now, he was heading toward the hiding place of Asdrubael Vect, the true ruler and hegemon of Commorragh. Even though Asdrubael Vect had switched between dozens of secret fortresses, it was useless; every one of Wu Pifu's assault directions was his current location.

Based on this situation, the high-ranking Dark Eldar brought out one of their greatest trump cards: the Phoenix Lord of the Path of the Bloody Witch. This was a peak individual combat existence in the material universe, capable of soloing a Greater Daemon, slaughtering through an army alone, and even defeating a Primarch.

The result still shocked everyone, including the Dark Eldar, the two great Farseers of the Craftworld Eldar who followed, the high-ranking officials of the Human Empire, and those aliens with some knowledge.

The Phoenix Lord was no match for Wu Pifu at all; he couldn't even hinder his advance. Anyone with eyes could see that the two sides were simply not on the same level; the gap was too large.

As Wu Pifu slaughtered his way through another fully equipped elite Dark Eldar army, no fewer than five thousand Orks had gathered behind him.

These Orks held tattered weapons and randomly assembled firearms that could somehow fire high-powered bullets, or they used parts from broken Dark Eldar vehicles to build rickety tanks and robots that could actually move. Their charge speed even exceeded that of Space Marines. Each of them followed Wu Pifu with fanatical intensity, shouting "WAAAGH!" and chanting in the tone of the "Chosen of Gork and Mork," crazily slaughtering every Dark Eldar individual scattered and routed by Wu Pifu.

These Orks were so fanatical that they were all willing to block incoming bullets for Wu Pifu. Meanwhile, they kept dying in this carnival-like battle, and new Orks kept following. About twenty of these Orks had grown at least half a meter taller in just a few hours, their muscles becoming more exaggerated and their bodies more massive. At the same time, they had found weapons and armor from somewhere that were still tattered but looked much more refined. These twenty large Orks had actually kept up with Wu Pifu's speed and began to guard his side.

In the distance behind Wu Pifu, the Grey Knight Grand Master was leading the Grey Knights to hunt down the remaining threatening Dark Eldar. Seeing this scene, he quickly arrived beside Inquisitor Anris Guss and said, "Those Orks are at the level of Warbosses, aren't they?"

Inquisitor Anris Guss said with a solemn expression, "No, they have evolved one level beyond Warbosses, approaching the level of Warlords. And these are just guards... Could it be that they have mistaken the Living Saint for a Warlord?"

The Grand Master said worriedly, "It's not just a Warlord; even a Warlord would have at most Warboss-level Ork guards... Inquisitor, this scene makes me very worried."

Anris Guss naturally knew what the Grand Master was worried about.

Orks were not a simple race. In fact, if one were to discuss the greatest threat the Human Empire had ever faced, perhaps Orks would rank even above the Warp demons. That was the most dangerous moment in the records of the Human Empire, when even Terra was on the verge of falling.

Orks could evolve. Depending on the intensity of the battle, the fanaticism of the Orks for combat, or their worship of the Ork gods Gork and Mork, there was almost no limit to their evolution. Humans had encountered the peak of their evolution, which was an orderly, high-tech, and super-strong individual combat power...

There was also worry in Anris Guss's eyes, but he was worried about something else. He said to the Grand Master, "If the Orks were attracted by this war and surrendered because of the Living Saint's incredible martial prowess, that could be explained. Grand Master, I don't understand, why are the Tyranids doing this?"

As the Orks followed in Wu Pifu's footsteps, more than a dozen huge Tyranid behemoths also followed. They fought for Wu Pifu, blocked bullets for Wu Pifu, and hunted down the hiding and surviving remnants for Wu Pifu. During this process, they not only did not attack Wu Pifu, but they did not even attack anyone following Wu Pifu. This was incredible to the extreme—a miracle even more unbelievable than the birth of Warboss-level Ork guards.

"What else could it be?"

At this moment, the voice of Yvraine Uthlan sounded in their ears: "Because he is the savior of the galaxy, perhaps even the savior of the universe. In other words... he is likely the Chosen of your human god, the Emperor, the Chosen of the Ork gods, Gork and Mork, and the Chosen of the Tyranid Great Devourer. I even suspect..."

"He is also the Chosen of Khaine, and even the Chosen of all the gods in this world who are hostile to the Chaos Gods!"

"He is the Chosen of All Gods!!"

(End of Chapter)