In the Warp, no one knows the speed and direction of time, and its nature is as chaotic and unpredictable as the enemies the Imperium of Mankind now contends with. Maybe a moment is a day, maybe a few years is a blink. The power of entropy has been greatly weakened in this field. No one knows whether the adult warrior at the last moment will become an old man after being scratched by the devil's blade. A corpse, or a child drowned in a pool of blood.
Entropy, this great rule that has existed since the birth of the universe, its embodiment in the realm of Khorne is that any life will be taken away under the eyes of the Blood God.
Whether it's a Daemon of Khorne decapitated by a Space Marine's heavy chain axe, or a mortal Auxiliary who will scream and burn to ashes with the slightest contamination of the cursed flames.
Every existence appears extremely insignificant under this cruel meat grinder that stretches thousands of miles, and even the Titan divine machines walking on the scorched earth often fall under the volleys of various blasphemous demonic artillery.
The miserable wails of vampires and humans dying were completely covered up by the roar of macro-cannons that resounded in the sky. Compared to the brass behemoths of the Khorne Demon Army, the torrent of super-heavy armor was also assisted by the infantry. Slowly advancing, the countless huge corpses of the Skull Cannon and the Poison Blade even formed natural bunkers in the trenches on both sides.
The demon army of Khorne that fills the sky is still eroding the lines of the Children of the Mountain like a frenzy. From the 8th day, to the 8th week, and the 8th month, no matter when, no matter how long... they still do this.
Their anger will never dissipate under the bloodthirsty will of the Blood God, and their madness is multiplied by the miserable howls of human beings dying - they enjoy this unprecedented crazy war, even if their death becomes more and more difficult for humans. They were getting smaller and smaller under the huge array of artillery fire, but no one cared, they just wanted more blood.
Smoke, trenches, cannons all over the sky and corpses everywhere, the bloody front advancing towards the Brass Fortress at the cost of lives, the entire Khorne realm was burned by the offensive from the Human Empire like the fuse of explosives, endless waves of flesh and blood Symbolizing the Blood God's thirst for blood, even the craziest wars in the entire galaxy cannot compare with it.
Logically speaking, any army in the real universe would be defeated by the war-fueled madness of the Khorne Demon Army.
Because even the demigods Astartes are dying at a rate of 8 every 8 days, many of whom are recruits from Nuceria or the Golgotan sector, and more are from Veterans of Terra - these elite warriors are ordered by the Primarch to go to cruel battlefields that can destroy sanity. Their shocking death rate is enough to shock every legion in the Great Crusade, especially those who once talked with Elaine Perturabo who shared each other's views.
He knew that this meticulously calculated sister's need for battle damage was almost engraved in her bones.
However, every day, countless lives are lost in the gratified roar of the Skull Throne, and the corpses filled in the mountains are even more than the piles of bullet casings.
As the shadow of the Fortitude Resolve gets closer and closer to the Brass Fortress, the Skull Lord's ferocious smile grows stronger.
His huge scar that spanned the past and future was aching.
He longed for that moment to happen.
He was looking forward to the shedding of that drop of blood.
The craziest rebellion and war in the entire galaxy are reflected in His pupils, but they still cannot match the flames burning in the treasure's gilded pupils.
How moving, how sad, how crazy.
Even if recruits from the real universe and demons who reshape themselves are thrown into the battlefield every day, their craziness of constantly squeezing blood like a meat grinder cannot be compared to it.
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From a mortal perspective, no one knows where this war will end, just as no one knows where this war will begin.
However, no one questions it.
Because there is a voice that can unite their wills and thoughts, bringing the great will of the Lord of Mankind to all the warriors of the Empire.
This is a great expedition that is unknown and extremely important.
It represents whether the expedition fleet that was once Blood 13 can have a chance to move towards tomorrow. It also represents whether the Sons of the Mountain can truly break away from the doom of the World Eaters.
Mortal Auxiliaries, Ember Wolves, Children of the Mountains.
The wills in their souls are connected in the gentle but resolute voice of the original gene, regardless of each other.
She whispered the truth about everything to everyone.
There is the truth about the future, about the loss of the human empire, about the distant and dark future, about...
Her (Angron's) fallen future.
In Elaine's sea of mind where time and space were stagnant, she personally accepted everyone's soul, shared the pain of each of them, and learned about everyone's past.
She knew that the outcome of this war might be that everyone's blood would be shed.
Even so, the Primarch, who had escaped from pain at the mercy of the Lord of Mankind, resolutely moved towards a future filled with suffering.
The moment she sailed into the subspace, Elaine got his promise, although she didn't know where the promise came from.
——Any pious souls lost in this war will not fall into the clutches of Chaos. They will all be taken to the distant throne by the mercy given by the cold golden light.
——Until it turns into a legion burning with the flames of revenge.
In this regard, the cursed knowledge in the Primarch's brain is naturally known.
[The Cursed Legion].
The inevitable past reveals the inevitable future.
Therefore, Elaine gave her trust to the distant golden light.
And everyone got the truth the moment the fleet sailed into the realm of Khorne.
Everyone knows where this hopeless war will go, and everyone knows the tragic future of the Human Empire that is cursed by Chaos.
This will be a war that will not be remembered by anyone, and will even be forgotten by themselves. Everyone's fate will be pinned on this war that is enough to make anyone despair.
However, none of them were afraid.
Whether it is a small mortal auxiliary army or a demigod Astartes.
Because their loyalty was sworn when they joined this grand crusade, they would die to contribute to the glorious future of the human race.
They chose to be loyal, loyal again, and offered bloody loyalty to the Emperor for themselves who had experienced a tragic fate in that gloomy future.
In this unknown territory far away from Holy Terra, the entire expeditionary force is linked to the will of mankind.
One after another, huge artillery arrays were erected under the will of the Primarch, and the land engraved with the brass patterns of Khorne was being purified under the feet of the Aquila.
The vast and vast mound of corpses in Khorne's domain has been turned into more broken scorched earth by artillery fire and war, and the hymn of blood is played under the roar of explosive bombs and chain saws.
——Incomparably sacred.
She/He whispered softly.
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