Chapter 96: Path of Destruction

Chapter 96: Path of Destruction

The battle grew more intense as Rebecca continued to push forward, her slaughter leaving a path of destruction in her wake. The daemons, once so confident in their numbers, now realized that they had underestimated their foe.

Pilar, seething with anger and humiliation, knew he had to do something. He couldn’t let a mere nobody and his younger sibling lay waste to his forces. He called upon the darkest powers at his disposal, his eyes burning with malevolent energy.

"Use the remaining energy to summon Greater Daemons! I need the full might of the Warp to buy me time to reach my second phase, to deal with this freak!"

The air grew thick with the stench of corruption as the daemonic leaders began to chant, their voices echoing through the canyon. The ground trembled, and a portal to the Warp opened, belching forth a tide of daemonic essence.

From the swirling maelstrom emerged towering figures, their forms a mix of nightmarish beauty and horror. Their eyes, like pools of boiling blood, focused on the two humans below them.

Rebecca and Six stared up at the newcomers, their expressions a mix of determination and dread. These were not mere daemons; these were the Greater Daemons, the most powerful servants of the Chaos Gods.

The Greater Daemons were massive, easily dwarfing the Bloodthirsters that had already fallen before them. Each one radiated a terrifying power that could be felt even from afar. Six knew that these beings were not to be underestimated.

"Let’s not keep our new friends waiting, shall we?"

Six spoke with a steady voice despite the fact that fear gripped him as he repaired his power armor.

Rebecca, still in her transformed state, nodded, her grin never faltering.

"Time to show them the real Beast of Caerbannog."

The Greater Daemons descended upon them, their weapons and limbs poised to strike. Rebecca’s eyes grew cold as she readied herself for the coming onslaught.

The first Greater Daemon, a Khorne Lord of Skulls, swung its colossal axe, aiming to split them in two. Rebecca, with inhuman speed, dashed to the side, her arm swiping through the air like a steel cable, catching the daemon’s weapon and redirecting its momentum.

"Luna Whip!"

Her arm struck the daemon with a sound like a cannon, sending it reeling. Six took advantage of the opening, firing his Varis rifle in a flurry of shots that tore through the daemon’s flesh.

The second Greater Daemon, another Lord, began to manipulate the very fabric of reality, conjuring bolts of warp energy to hurl at the duo. Six dove and rolled, dodging the bolts as best he could, his movements precise and calculated.

"Your tricks won’t work on me, birdbrain!"

Rebecca shouted, her voice echoing through the canyon.

"Luna Crush!"

With a flick of her wrist, she sent a wave of pure intense gravitational energy crashing toward the daemon with devastating force, disrupting its spellcasting. The daemon stumbled to the ground, being crushed by the gravitational force, its form briefly flickering before it could recover.

The third Greater Daemon approached with a formidable grace, its very presence causing the air to warp with bloodlust and despair. It reached out with its tendrils, trying to entangle Rebecca in its embrace.

"I think not."

Six said, stepping between Rebecca and the daemon. He fired a volley of blasts from his Varis rifle, the bolts of pure plasma sizzling through the tendrils and into the daemon’s flesh. It recoiled with a screech of rage.

The battle raged on, the two humans and the daemons locked in a deadly dance of destruction. The ground was stained with daemonic blood, the once-clear air now thick with the acrid smell of burnt flesh and ozone.

Pilar watched from a safe distance, having already consumed his secondThird Umbilical Cord.His anger grew as his forces continued to falter. He knew he had to act—his pride and the favor of his god were at stake.

With a roar, he charged into the fray, shooting blasts of plasma from his mouth, aiming to cut down his little sister who had humiliated him.

"You dare challenge me, Beca?"

Pilar bellowed, his eyes meeting Rebecca’s.

"You’re the one who’s going to be begging for mercy when this is over, bro!"

Rebecca’s eyes narrowed, and she gave a feral snarl, charging at Pilar. The two clashed, their limbs clashing with each impact. The force of their duel caused the very earth to shake.

The Greater Daemons closed in around them, fighting off Six, they were eager to claim victory over the tired Rebecca for their god. The battle was no longer just about survival—it was a struggle for dominance, a clash of wills that would determine the fate of the world.

As the fight raged, the priest and his comrades watched from the sidelines, their prayers mingling with the cries of battle. They had never seen anything like this, and the realization of what they had unleashed began to dawn upon them.

The priest who had recognized Rebecca whispered.

"It’s not just a beast we face. It’s the embodiment of the moon itself, a goddess."

The other priests nodded, their eyes wide with a mix of awe and terror.

In the heart of the chaos, Rebecca stood firm, her resolve unshaken. She was not just fighting for her life—she was fighting to protect everything she held dear, everything that made her human.

And as the hardly visible moon loomed high above, casting its silvery light upon the battlefield, the outcome of the clash was still uncertain. But one thing was clear:

This was a night that would be remembered in the annals of history—a night where a girl named Rebecca, with the power of the moon in her veins, had faced the horrors of the Warp and stood tall against the might of Chaos itself.