Stepping Stones, the term that is for small fries in novels that are usually used as a whetstone to sharpen the knife known as the main character.
So these daemons, in correspondence to that, are the stepping stones that I must step on to sharpen myself.
I would use their bones and flesh for my nourishment. I shall use their blades to temper my flesh.
I shall use their blood to paint my tale of me crawling this desperate hell with the unshakable human will.
With the determination, I used a spell from Grimmoire, but due to some perks of Sefirot, I can name spells myself as well as use them by only saying the name.
"You are used to inflict pain on mortals. As Newton's Third Law of Motion states, every action has an equal and opposite reaction.
I am that opposite reaction to you worms." I said while breaking away from daemons and flying at an appropriate height.
Then I spread both my arms, looking at the colorful sky of warp while having a serene expression on my face.
The flying daemons were rushing towards me to drag me into hell.
But with a low and resonant voice, I said slowly,
"Almighty Push!"
Instantly, the daemons within five to ten kilometers were pulverised into nothingness.
That took care of half of the daemon army.
Seeing the corpses of daemons reducing to nothing, I said sadly with almost tears in my eyes, "Ah sh*t! What a waste of resources."
The daemons with intelligence didn't hear me due to distance, but after watching my expression, they had the same thought, 'What a lunatic!'
Afterwards, I grasped my staff or spell as it was 2 in 1 type weapon.
I charged toward a horde of daemons while saying, "So the fate wants to control me, make me submit, giving me a false sense of freedom."
I was thinking about the script of the author that still piss me off.
"If fate wants to do that, then I shall trample on the fate; I would become the blade that would cut the strings of fate."
I cast a spell by saying,
"Puppets Art of Heaven, Fate's Custodian."
Due to this spell, the daemon saw I had grown 6 pairs of golden red wings. If they could look closely, they were strings of warp magic.
It has the same principle as the chakra strings from Naruto, but these strings were more insidious.
Once you knock or behead the enemy, it would pierce the enemy's crown chakra and directly attack the spinal cord and replace it.
As a result, you have a puppet who wants to go left, but by your will, he will go to the right.
Back to fight.
I jumped into a horde of daemons. One daemon slashed to rip me into two pieces, and I slashed upward with my spear, deflecting the axe.
I didn't spin or do a flashy thing to behead him; I just changed my grip, changing the upward slash to a horizontal slash, as a result beheading him.
While the spell string did work
It happened in a fraction of seconds, then I dodged the slash by stepping aside like Issihiki the sword saint from Sekiro, again beheading the daemon with a single-handed wield of a spear.
It was not a sophisticated technique to achieve perfection like Fulgrim, nor was it savage wielding of an axe like Leman.
Nor was it the fancy knight's sword techniques of Lion.
It was a simple swing used by soldiers to achieve what they were supposed to do on the battlefield, that is, to slaughter the enemy.
Suddenly, I got into a trance of deflecting what can be deflected, blast what can be blasted by warp magic, dodge what can't be deflected or blasted, behead what can be beheaded, and also behead what cannot be beheaded.
After beheading, the number of strings should have decreased instead of increasing, but it increased as it was a psychic talent of the Primarch of Thousand Sons.
I dodged an attack from a daemon, and my puppet daemon beheaded it from behind.
Even with the lack of my usual Primarch physical stats, I was dominating the battlefield.
I would make the Warhammer verse understand the terror of battlemage. (As necromancers are still in the category of the mage class.)
On the other side, the expressions of Tzeentch daemons were grave; they were now feeling what it's like to play against the necromancer.
As for Khorne's daemons, they are battle maniacs; they do not care about casualties. They just wanted the thrill of slaughter and war.
Their army now starts to turn on them; now they want to flee. But there is a specific principle of duel, that is, you must never turn your back on an enemy.
But they turn their backs on me, the one leading the area restriction spell team, and he started to remove the restriction spell.
How can I let them do that? There is a difference between the general and the soldiers.
A soldier's perception of the battlefield is limited, but a commander must have a wide vision of the battlefield and also have an equal martial might.
So I did what any wise commander would do, I just threw the spear in a pose like a javelin throw competition athlete.
The spear itself lodged into the thinking unit of the mongrel who had made my life miserable.
While the spell did wonders of puppetry, I manipulated my spear telekinetically like Sun Wukong to slaughter the spell restriction team with a flick of my hands.
By controlling the team, I restricted everyone from leaving the battlefield.
I had a maniacal smile on my face while I watched the daemons like Thots watch the virgin boy.
You think I am stuck with you? No, you filthy Chaos puppets are stuck with me.
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Yo peasants, here I shall grace you with a new chapter, so you must get on your knees and present powerstone to thy noblest lord.