Looking at Alexander, who suddenly turned his head, the genestealer patriarch, who was pouncing on him, instantly froze.
He actually discovered my sneak attack while engaged in such an intense close-quarters battle with a Screamer-Killer.
This is bad! He was still hiding his strength! He wants to play the pig to eat the tiger! Run!
The genestealer patriarch barely hesitated. The moment Alexander discovered it, it turned and fled, putting distance between itself and Alexander.
This, in turn, made Alexander's already clenched fist feel a bit awkward.
He was able to detect the genestealer patriarch's sneak attack entirely because the battle with the Screamer-Killer was being handled by Denkōmaru, and he also had Sanguinius as an external brain to remind him.
But in reality,the genestealer patriarch was stronger than him in terms of reaction speed, agility, and psychic power.
But the way it looked at him...
It was as if Mortarion had seen the Emperor manifest, completely stunned and filled with wariness.
What was this? Was this genestealer patriarch overly cautious despite its strong power?
Alexander looked at the genestealer patriarch, who had put distance between them, and felt it would be a waste not to hit it at least once.
So, with Denkōmaru in one hand, and in the other, to the genestealer patriarch's utter astonishment, he pulled out a Catachan-pattern M36 Lasgun from his four-dimensional pocket.
Logically, this type of lasgun used by the Astra Militarum should absolutely not be able to hit the genestealer patriarch.
Alexander just felt it would be a waste not to try, so he pulled the trigger—
A scorching blue laser shot out. A hint of disdain flashed across the genestealer patriarch's face.
Its body instantly turned into an afterimage, reacting so quickly that it almost exceeded the limits of physical laws.
Then...
"Aargh!!!!"
The genestealer patriarch let out a wail, and a hideous burn appeared on the carapace of its abdomen.
What the heck?
It hit?
Is this for real?
Alexander looked at the automatic rifle in his hand, bewildered.
The genestealer also looked at Alexander with a bewildered expression, their fear deepening, as if Alexander was some kind of monstrous beast.
Before Alexander could figure out how he, a blind cat, had coincidentally hit a dead mouse and struck the genestealer patriarch, the surrounding plague zombies suddenly seized the opportunity and pounced on the genestealer patriarch.
The genestealer patriarch quickly brandished its four sharp claws, engaging in a chaotic battle with the seemingly endless tide of corpses.
These corpse tides couldn't cause real damage to the genestealer patriarch, but they did hold it back, preventing it from disappearing into the shadows again.
Marquite's figure appeared in the tide of corpses at some point. He raised the triangular sword in his hand and plunged it heavily into his own chest.
Then he twisted the hilt, drawing three overlapping arcs on his chest, like a giant fly sprawled across his chest.
"plague God! Bless us!"
As Marquite roared, bursts of joyful laughter echoed from the pustules on his body.
The blood and pus from his chest flowed onto the triangular sword, solidifying in layers like stalactites, building up into a grotesque curved sword whose surface reflected brilliant light.
From the sword, faint, innocent laughter filled with joy could be heard, as if a demon resided within it.
"The Angels are with me."
Sensing the terrifying aura emanating from Marquite,
the genestealer patriarch quickly looked at the Screamer-Killer, who was fighting Alexander.
Alexander continued to block the Screamer-Killer's attacks with Denkōmaru.
He could clearly feel that more than half of Denkōmaru's power had already been consumed.
But strangely enough,
the Screamer-Killer also seemed to be running out of power.
Its movements, as it fought Alexander, were imperceptibly slowing down little by little.
One or two swellings appeared on its thick skin from time to time, and its eye corners seemed inflamed.
On its back, a light yellow pus was faintly seeping from the cracked carapace that Alexander had damaged.
It seemed, a little sick.
Noticing the genestealer patriarch's gaze, the Screamer-Killer roared.
Electric arcs instantly wrapped around its four blades. It exerted force and collided with the Sword of Light Denkōmaru in Alexander's hand.
Then it quickly pulled back, and in the blink of an eye, it had reached the genestealer patriarch, its sharp blades like wind, decapitating all the plague zombies around the genestealer patriarch.
Alexander also flashed, instantly teleporting to Marquite's side.
"You've entered your second phase?" Alexander asked, looking at Marquite, whose aura had suddenly changed.
"The Angels are with me, they help me guide the power from the triangular sword," Marquite said humbly.
"Oh, you're invoking a god to possess you, no—"
Alexander's mouth twitched slightly, hearing the occasional joyful laughter emanating from Marquite's body:
"You're invoking nurglings. Can you ask your angels to summon someone more reliable?"
"Ask if any kind Great Unclean Ones, like Ku'gath or Horticulous Slimux, would be willing to help?"
"How is it that you seem more familiar with Father God's domain than I am?" Marquite's eye twitched slightly.
Alexander smiled.
He was just joking. If Great Unclean Ones could enter the real universe so easily, then countless planets of the Imperium would have been submerged in piles of filth.
Moreover, if a Great Unclean One really came, Alexander would probably cry like a Grot.
The genestealer patriarch stood beside the Screamer-Killer, observing Alexander and Marquite.
He first looked at Marquite with wariness, then his gaze fell on Alexander.
If his gaze at Marquite was wary, then his gaze at Alexander carried some fear and bewilderment, especially with the lasgun burn on his abdomen still faintly aching.
With the genestealer patriarch's reaction speed and agility, it should have been impossible for him to be hit by an ordinary lasgun.
And he clearly should have dodged it at the time, right?
Could it be that this man was not only exceptionally skilled in swordsmanship, but also terrifyingly accurate with a gun?
The genestealer patriarch couldn't help but think about running away again.
If things turned even slightly unfavorable, the genestealer patriarch would absolutely turn and run.
The Screamer-Killer beside him suddenly charged out, pouncing on Alexander.
Compared to Alexander, the genestealer patriarch preferred to face the mutant with the rotting stench clinging to him.
Marquite took a deep breath, slowly running his finger over the curved sword.
His tattered clothes moved without wind, revealing the horrifying pustules, maggots, and tumors beneath them.
"Only with the Sevenfold plagues do we praise the Benevolent Father of All Life."
Marquite shouted, and joyful laughter emanated from the curved sword in his hand:
"All things decay! All life endures!"
After the prayer, Marquite leaped, curved sword in hand, and slashed at the genestealer patriarch.
Then—
The genestealer patriarch suddenly turned, its tail lashing out heavily at Marquite.
Marquite flew backward.
Patriarch: ".."
Alexander: ".."