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Death, death, endless death.
As far as everyone can see, there are only endless corpses and flames of war. It is not the end to launch the torrent of lasers and artillery fire beyond the horizon.
The more distant tide of flesh and blood is still rushing forward crazily, pouring out the wrath of the blood god on these wanton mortals, showing mankind the true meaning of war and fighting, and dedicating endless blood and skulls to the roaring beast on the throne of skulls. The power of destruction.
The killing roar of the Vampires was mixed with the roar of explosive bombs, and the swift silhouette of the Astartes was accompanied by the bombardment of the Skull Cannon.
The demonic engine was burned by the macrocannons and light spears falling from the sky, and the indestructible artillery position was completely torn apart in the wave of flesh and blood.
Resources are being consumed, artillery fire is being consumed, lives are being consumed.
From the moment they sailed into the realm of Khorne, everyone knew the truth: in the distant and twisted future, the fate of all members of the 'Blood 13' expedition fleet was favored by the Lord of the Skull, abandoning all their beliefs and In the past, he launched an unforgivable and crazy rebellion against the human empire in a blasphemous and crazy way.
This is unacceptable to any of them.
Therefore, even if they did not know the truth of the matter until they arrived at the cruel battlefield, they did not hesitate to rebel against the elusive and insubstantial fate.
Just because they all believe in the truth of the Empire, and because they are always willing to sacrifice their lives for the Emperor's great cause - no matter in the past or in the future, the Astartes and the mortal auxiliaries will always remain the same and never flinch.
However, the human reinforcements from the real universe have gradually decreased, and the demonic army of Khorne, which symbolizes destruction, has never shown its decline. Each demonic form is constantly being reborn from the sea of blood in the happy whisper of the Blood God, and then rejoins the eternal The wave of flesh and blood that doesn’t dissipate.
This is Khorne's will.
This is the embodiment of war.
The human positions equipped with Blackstone's anti-psychic stance are constantly decreasing under the crazy attack of demons, and the roaring artillery fire all day long on the artillery positions has gradually ceased due to the shortage of resources.
At every moment the battle-weary body of an Astartes fell, and every dazzling ball of molten fire symbolized the passing of a mortal's heroic soul.
Humanity faces an enemy they cannot win.
Their courage is breeding the resurrection of every demon, and their sacrifice is making the Blood God whisper with joy.
This is a desperate war.
This is a war towards destiny.
This war, with everything at stake, represents everyone's beliefs.
Chasing that elusive victory.
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He watches everything.
The limbs were torn apart and dripping with blood.
The scream of flesh and blood being burned.
Countless lives continued to disappear under the Skull Throne, including humans, demons, and Astartes.
And Angron's.
【Blood…】
The crazy battlefield like a meat grinder is still filled with waves of flesh and blood and hail of bullets. Every moment, heroic souls fall into eternal sleep surrounded by gunpowder smoke, suffering from pain, madness, or hatred. All hysterical emotions are constantly filled. In response to the desire of the destructive power on the brass throne for fighting, the low roar echoing on the scorched earth shows his joy.
He is never satisfied, He is never satisfied with the never-ending war.
The huge sea of blood condensed bit by bit through glory and sacrifice is constantly churning under the gaze of Khorne. These small races from the real universe are now resisting the physical incarnation of destruction with unspeakable miraculous belief.
His low roar heralds war and death, and his deep groans represent fighting and glory.
Billions of souls are wandering in the sea of souls, and the will condensed into sharp blades is tearing terrible scars in His divine domain.
Yes, this terrible scar tearing apart the sky and the earth in the realm of Khorne... comes from 'humanity'.
Since the distant golden light collided with the heavy scarlet axe, it has symbolized the beginning, end and cause and effect of this magnificent war.
The scars have formed, but the blood has not flowed.
The Blood God is waiting.
Looking forward to the moment when this sharp blade condensed by will will pierce Him.
Until the smoke and carnage dissipate, until the soul and glory are forged into an immortal monument.
after all…
There were so many lives... so many sacrifices, so many precious souls sacrificed heroically.
Their value is worthy of the blood god's attention.
Never before had an army of this size brought a hysterical war to Khorne, and never had such a tenacious will stood up to the Skull Throne.
The roar of bombs and artillery fire was extremely pleasant.
Unfortunately, their destination was not the throne of the skull, but the corpse's side, providing worthless loyalty to the decaying empire.
Even the broken soul of the Blood Angel has lost the control of the Blood God at this moment.
Through the hands of Elaine's chain ax 'Blood Father', the poor slave completely returned to the Golden Throne.
That wight always likes intrigues and intrigues.
The Blood God grunted.
——It would be better to say that from the very beginning... the Blood Angels who came to the battlefield were not complete.
He already knew the whole story.
The Lord of the Skull witnessed Angron's broken soul being forcibly torn into two parts by the cold golden light. He also witnessed the chain ax filled with cold golden light cutting off all links between himself and the Blood Angels.
Perhaps the rotten corpse had planned everything from the beginning, or perhaps the abominable indigo bird feathers played with the strings of fate again.
But...it doesn't matter anymore, their pathetic pride will eventually bring corresponding revenge.
Moreover, the Lord of the Skull has never felt sorry for his slaves and servants. Since the blood is already flowing slowly, it doesn't matter where they go.
Even if the existence of Blood Angel is valuable enough.
However, at this moment, even the hundreds of millions of lives and blood cannot be worth the loot obtained through the blood angel's broken soul.
From the redemption given by the indomitable warrior to the miserable slave.
A broken chain axe, and a broken arm.
Her resistance continues.
And He was looking forward to it.
As He roared with joy, the rain of blood and thunder in the realm of Khorne became more and more violent, and the wave of flesh and blood formed by the endless demon army of Khorne also became more and more crazy, and the interweaving of melt and bolts approached a climax. .
Blood rained down.
The shadow of the majestic battleship bathed in the rain of blood slowly emerged above the horizon.
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Pain, death, madness.
Elaine looked down at the bloody battlefield in front of her, and endless strong emotions were echoing in the sea of her soul.
She could clearly feel the helplessness, anger, and despair that every mortal soldier felt when facing the demonic blood tide.
She could also clearly feel the death happening all the time.
The Lord of Red Sand slowly closed her eyes, and the red sand from Nuceria floated over her hair.
She felt the burning from the bloodletting demon sword, the bombardment from the skull cannon, and the trampling from the steel bull.
Every time a soft whisper is heard, a resolute soul is overwhelmed, or a heroic sacrifice creates a small stone step towards victory.
As the expeditionary fleet's "firm determination" continues to expand territory in the realm of Khorne, the final chapter of this tragic war is coming to an end. Endless suffering and torture are pouring into the Primarch at every moment. She could see everything in her mind, and her whispers accompanied every figure, everywhere.
Whether they are Astartes or mortals, every small or powerful individual is united under Elaine's whisper, and unprecedented cooperation amplifies the potential of human beings to the limit.
Miracles happen all the time.
The blood path torn by the lives of Astartes and mortals turned into spearheads, and the steel torrent composed of armor and Titans marched steadily. The expedition fleet, which was already out of stock, marched slowly under the scarlet sky, heading towards the indistinct world. But there is hope, marching towards the endless waves of chaos.
Faith is constantly burning, and the will that fills everyone's heart becomes stronger every second than before. This is also the driving force for the human legions to tear apart the path forward in the desperate tide of flesh and blood.
Although the price of this motivation is endless suffering, this soul resonance that links everyone puts all their negative emotions into the sea of Elaine's soul.
Burning hatred, boiling madness, hysterical despair.
It is more cruel than any torture device in the galaxy, capable of completely crushing almost any soul.
However, Elaine is not among them.
She's already been through it all.
The blazing flames burning in her gilded eyes brought hope and anger to all the warriors who were still fighting. Her cold whispers symbolized the salvation that existed on the far side of the sea of souls - in Under the golden cold sun, I offer my eternal loyalty to the imperial double-headed eagle that still shines.
Regardless of whether their lives will end abruptly in the next moment or whether their suffering is unbearable, they will all sleep under the gentle whisper of the Lord of the Twelfth Legion.
Even though she endured a terrible pressure that could crush any existence, Elaine's tenacious soul remained unshaken.
Even though her broken right arm was still bleeding under the blood god's whisper, the enrichment from faith was enough to dispel any physical weakness.
As early as in the sea of souls in the highest heaven, she could hear the blasphemous whispers from the Blood God. The crazy and bloody corrosion was invading her soul all the time - as if just a little carelessness would destroy her ethereal soul. His fate will be like that of the Lord of the Death Legion, facing inevitable despair.
However, the Lord of the Red Sand at this moment is no longer the young Primarch curled up in his swaddling clothes.
The unparalleled faith has turned into a thick wall that shines with golden light, blocking out any corruption and filth that tries to invade her soul.
The fiery soul that linked all the humans in the expeditionary legion even called out to the distant gaze of the corrupted God Emperor in the torrent of time.
She could clearly feel the Blood God's desire for this war, and she could also hear the expectations of her now-unfamiliar father.
Well, the answer is already obvious.
Since the flow of fate was inevitable, she chose to carry out this war against the Blood God to the end.
——With a sharp blade named 'Perseverance and Determination'.
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The Queen of Glory came to the end of war and destiny with endless broken scars.
The brass fortress appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
"Warriors of the Emperor, Champions of Mankind, my children..."
"This war against destiny has reached its final stage."
At the same time, Elaine's cold voice echoed on the battlefield.
The Lord of the Red Sand, standing on the collision corner of the flagship, witnessed everything.
The Great Power of Destruction sits on the throne of the skull and watches everything.
She/He witnessed endless fighting and disputes, as well as countless noble sacrifices and redemptions.
This bloody and tragic war begins with desperate resistance and will end with hysterical resistance.
"In this war... I witnessed the sacrifice of each of you, the fighting of each of you, and the hard work of each of you."
"Any heavy sacrifice will be remembered forever, and any noble loyalty will be redeemed."
The cold whispers no longer explained tactics to anyone, and the ship's hull reflecting the light of its anti-psionic stance seemed increasingly illusory.
At this moment, almost all Astartes felt indescribable heart palpitations, and the spiritual resonance that linked everyone's hearts merged to its peak at this moment.
——They can feel the endless pain and torture hidden deep in the sea of the mother's soul, which is magnified to millions of years of cruel time.
"You have tried hard enough...my children."
"There is more than one wandering soul trapped in regrets and the past."
"My return and existence have brought you suffering and an unknown future... Now, it's time for me to rewrite this fate."
At the same time, the blazing nozzle of the huge engine of the Fortitude Resolve burst out even hotter plasma flames under this soul resonance, turning into endless thrust and crashing directly towards the top of the brass fortress.
The sky of Khorne's domain seemed to dye the black stone corner of the Queen of Glory into scarlet, and the majestic figure with a broken arm also seemed extremely small at this moment.
The terrifying low roar on the Skull Throne has turned into a high-pitched and crazy roar. The unprecedented terrifying momentum dispersed all the storms and thunder in an instant, and the endless rain of blood also completely stopped at this moment.
The huge looming crack spreading on the Skeleton Plain was fully revealed at this moment, and the hot and endless sea of blood symbolized the blood god's anger and excitement.
The scars cast in time were aching, and the blow he was looking forward to was about to arrive.
Angry roars lingered on the Throne of Skulls, and hot red sand floated on the dark corners.
The cold light of pale gold lingered on that too small figure.
The scarlet giant ax blade also penetrated the past and future at this moment.
"On our road ahead, there will be endless victory."
The cold voice still echoed in everyone's ears, but the too bright light swallowed everyone's sight.
Sword blades and heavy axes clashed, and the sky and earth were torn apart.
"Humanity will prevail."
She whispered softly.
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