[Look at you...'The Laughter of War', 'The Edge of the Blade' - 'Initial Blade' Salam]
[You boast that you have broken free from the shackles of the Blood God and have enjoyed the sad freedom you have had for thousands of years. Little do you know...fate is always chasing your poor back. 】
[Poor Salam, poor Salam...what an indescribable and strange fate he has...]
【She will come looking for you. Just like all children who have lost their way... on this intricate trajectory, your encounter is inevitable. 】
[It will be your common destiny to live under the terrifying shadow of the Brass Throne...]
[Or——Seize life in the unspeakable variables...]
【Hehe, hehehehe...】
[We will meet before the finish line, Salam. 】
[We will meet again on the other side of destiny, Elaine. 】
【Please...struggle to your heart's content. 】
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As a forging world that has existed since the Age of Strife, the majestic and vast knowledge hall beneath Salem hides endless ancient and precious knowledge. Nowadays, unbelievable countless advanced technologies sleep in it. The ancient and weathered majestic tunnels Symbolizing its long history, the doors of many of the cabins are engraved with deep red lines from mechanical paganism.
However, its birth preceded Redjak's arrival far earlier. Salem's destiny was anchored at a certain node at the moment of its birth - until the distant 30th millennium, the burning galaxy will awaken its potential destiny, and countless dark and corrupt divine machines and lost technologies will Returning to the earth, and to the most blasphemous and depraved existences of the warp that inhabit the deepest parts of the planet.
For now, destiny seems to have a tendency to be awakened in advance.
Along with the dull footsteps echoing in the empty tunnel, anyone can hear the irrepressible anger in it, just like an evil beast ready to hunt.
In the soul empathy that has not completely broken off with the child, Elaine can always feel the pain and grief of the child: the disbelief of the unknown twisted and blasphemous existence, the helplessness of being trapped in the painful illusion, and the endless feeling. Endless anger and madness.
The scarlet figure from Nuceria is rapidly moving towards her goal. The sonorous pace that cannot be delayed symbolizes her will. Every time the heavy magnetic boots fall, it will stir up the majestic air current, and the unspeakable ferocious momentum is coming. Continuously spread around the original body of the gene.
Next to her majestic figure, there were several original body guards who followed her everywhere. Among them, Kahn's attitude was particularly obvious: he tightened the trigger of the chain saw axe, and the buzzing roar of the chain saw kept echoing in the empty ancient In the temple - his mother's uncontrollable anger almost activated his long-suppressed ferocity, and his bloodthirsty instinct that he himself didn't know was increasing.
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【Blood…】
The familiar yet unfamiliar subspace whispers were ringing in Walker's ears, and he frowned slightly with his deformed and twisted metal brows.
【Get out of my mind! ! 】
Before his increasingly twisted mind could think too much, an angry roar without warning instantly replaced Walker's thinking - just like when the captain was occupied, twisted, and corrupted by it, it was an irresistible distortion. Power took over everything from him.
Life, will, hope, past...
Everything that once stood for Volcker is now completely gone.
This once majestic and solid Iron Warrior has now been transformed into a twisted and dirty 'Destroyer' under the influence of subspace. Fiber links of flesh and blood replaced cables, the pistons twisted and stirred under the sallow skin, the joint gaps of the thick and huge Terminator power armor were covered with filthy flesh, and sticky and hot plasma slowly flowed in his blood vessels. Any rules of physics are twisted in his flesh.
No, it can no longer be called a 'Volk', but the Khorne demon, Salam, who has completely taken over the Astartes' body.
Salam resisted the chain ax of the crazy Astartes in front of him with a slight irritation, and the whispers of the Blood God that echoed in his mind from time to time made it even more irritable.
It didn't want to be released from the shackles of this planet, but those dirty and despicable mortals released it without mercy, and the eyes of the Blood God in the supreme sky were once again focused on it.
Buzz—! !
Accompanied by the roar of the promethium engine, the sharp single-molecule teeth on it are constantly biting and rubbing against the power sword in Salam's hand that is covered with blood and filth, and the force as heavy as a ton is constantly coming from its palm. .
"Damn mortals..."
Salaam roared angrily, and terrifying power burst out from its twisted body, easily knocking back the Astartes in front of him.
——However, in the next moment. Accompanied by the roar of the chain axe's engine, the repelled Scarlet Astartes charged forward again tirelessly. The afterimages and sparks of the clash of gold and iron instantly illuminated his mad and painful resolute face.
Salam found it difficult to understand the opponent's fighting spirit, which was even crazier than that of the Khorne demon himself. The terrifying power far surpassed that of the Astartes, and he was able to repel it again and again, but all he gained was a chain-toothed blade. A high-pitched scream when swung at high speed.
Salam's irritation became increasingly overwhelming.
In the memory of this body's past, the crazy and murderous Astartes in front of him was named Aisha Franco, and he was an approachable and kind pharmacist.
No one can now associate this mad warrior with the mild-mannered apothecary of yesteryear.
It's just...incomprehensible.
Salam even found faint traces of the Blood God on his body.
A sense of uneasiness gradually surfaced in its mind, and it must be resolved quickly. Otherwise, the sight from the highest heaven will capture its fate again... until it becomes a slave of the cruel blood god forever.
Suddenly, Salam's majestic figure instantly exuded an unparalleled terrifying aura.
The power sword flashing with scarlet light filled the disintegrating stance, carrying a terrifying power that even the Astartes could not match, and immediately knocked away the incoming chain axe.
"Insignificant mortal, I've had enough!"
"You and your filthy, cowardly pathetic priest are nothing but pathetic pawns of the Destruction Power...being used as pawns by the Lord of Changes without even knowing it, which is extremely pathetic!"
The huge Obliterator looked down at the crazy warrior in front of him, his hoarse roar exuding endless anger. The Khorne demon residing in the body of the Iron Warrior came to Ai in an instant at a speed that even the Astartes could not understand. In front of the sand.
The scarlet ceramic armor was instantly shrouded in a huge shadow.
"Since you disturbed my rest...then use your life to repay your miserable fate!"
The scarlet disintegrating stance once again shone with dazzling light, suddenly swinging down like a red meteor.
In an instant, the crisp sound of flesh and bone being separated echoed in the empty temple.
There was not the pleasure of decapitating the enemy, but the sharp pain of the saw teeth tearing apart the flesh.
In Salam's disbelieving gaze, a heavy roaring chain ax jammed the blade of the power sword.
An even larger shadow shrouded its sight.
A scarlet figure, far more majestic and gigantic than Astartes, appeared in front of Salam at some point.
Her red hair burning with flames danced in the wind, and her thick scarlet power armor showed her noble identity.
The roaring promethium engine is constantly releasing the wrath of its master, and the buzzing sharp teeth are tearing apart Salam's dirty flesh and blood armor.
The gilded pupils are always filled with terrifying storms that can swallow up the earth and the sky.
A whisper as cold as frost, like the endless cold wind coming from the mountains of Nuceria.
"[Initial Blade] Salaam."
"You filthy insect who has plunged my children into torment and pain, your willful behavior ends here."
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