When the Primarchs awaken to their true nature, something within them will burn like firewood.
That is not only the ideal that the Lord of Humanity places on them, but also something that is indispensable for the growth of the human empire - but its existence is so precious that even the evil gods of subspace covet it.
They can be called young gods who are still in the awakening stage, but the intention of the Lord of Mankind in creating them was not to elevate them to gods.
It is precisely because the Emperor's power is close to that of a god, that he understands that the concept of a god is a cruel burden.
Even though his silent nature made the image of his father not deep in the hearts of his children, he did not want to leave this responsibility to his children.
There is no doubt that the Emperor is the only pillar of the human empire after it has overcome the old night. It is now and it will be in the future, ten thousand years after another.
The Lord of Mankind will not leave his throne until all potential crises are eliminated and until mankind once again has the courage to march towards the stars.
But after all, a towering tree could not properly protect the lives living under its shade, so it found twenty-one saplings that were enough to protect humans.
Although they are not majestic or solid enough, they all have the great potential inherited from their father.
Either rigorous, or cold, or great, or kind.
Under the gaze of four pairs of malicious eyes, the bud called reason is gradually blooming.
The Lord of Mankind has a chance to save everything before the malignant Mars burns everything inside.
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After a period of twitching, Amnak's body became motionless.
The extremely difficult battle for the elite Astartes was over in just two or three seconds.
It's not that the Great Demon of Slaanesh is too weak, it's just that Elaine is too powerful.
So powerful...
incredible.
Before the demon army could react, Elaine had already set off again.
The soles of the magnetic boots are accompanied by some mud-like flesh and blood tissue. Perhaps this is the last trace of the beautiful and charming secret keeper left in the real universe.
The Lord of the Red Sand once again turned into a red storm that swept everything, and like a natural disaster, he rushed into the demon army that was in chaos due to the death of the leader. In just a moment, the sound of bones and flesh shattering one after another turned into blood. In the prelude to the dance music, any demon that blocked her path was crushed to pieces in just an instant, like a human chariot traversing a bloody road.
Elaine never expected to get any answers from Amnak. Perhaps she had already expected that she would be played by the Chaos God.
Yes, those who play with fate will eventually be played by fate. She who changed the fate of the Sons of the Mountains will naturally be changed by the fate of the Twelve Legions.
Targeted by Khorne, targeted by Tzeentch, targeted by Slaanesh.
The continuous intrusions have long made her extremely tired, and even her rigorous nature is being eroded by the body of the Primarch.
For her, the solution to the problem is to kill.
Endless killing.
Crush any demons in front of you into mincemeat, and slaughter the big demons who speak out loud until they are afraid of you.
It doesn't matter even if this scarred power armor is about to break, it doesn't matter even if he doesn't have any weapons in his hands.
The dazzling blue light of the disintegrating stance flashed like a death star, killing the Slaanesh demons who looked lazy just now with extremely high efficiency.
As the scarlet figure charged and killed among the demon army, the original bodyguards also moved.
They seemed to have expected this. They were mentally connected and did not need to communicate too much. They were ready to follow their mother and rush into the demon army that had become chaotic.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Accompanied by dull and orderly steps, the silent Astartes launched a frightening charge. The horror contained in this violation made even the demons begin to tremble.
Even though they said nothing, the high-pitched roar of the chainsaw was more terrifying than any war cry.
If Elaine is like a terrible natural disaster that makes people feel hopeless, then these Astartes are like speeding heavy trucks.
There was no chance for the panicked demons to breathe, and they followed one after another with terrifying kinetic energy.
Immediately afterwards, there was an even more brutal one-sided massacre.
These Astartes pierced the demonic formation like an unstoppable sharp blade. Although there was still a gap between the destructive power of the Primarch, which could be called a natural disaster, they were already as powerful as Gu Terra's. Heavy cavalry is so terrifying to weak villagers.
The demon army, which was extremely difficult to deal with in the eyes of any force, was almost completely defeated by the Astartes squad of less than ten people with extremely high efficiency.
The roar of the chain saw and the buzz of the power fist alternated, skulls and blood were being thrown freely, and in the middle of this cruel duet, there was the shrill wail of the demons.
It was the long-lost battle between her and her descendants, and it was also their first battle after reuniting with the Lord of the Legion.
The huge army that spread across the entire hilly area was being rapidly disintegrated by them.
The moans of pleasure were gradually replaced by wails, and the sensory stimulation brought to them by this bloody fight was already close to its limit.
Not every demon can enjoy it as much as Amnak, but this is precisely the sad thing about these dirty things - it is difficult for those with low status to even seek pleasure in the dark lady's palace, and only torture and pain can be achieved. It is the most common background color.
Their bodies were crushed in panic and their heads were beheaded in fear.
Before their bodies were on the verge of being broken and their consciousness returned to the disordered high heaven, they were all doing the same thing:
Why can humans be so scary?
If Amnakshan were still alive, he might be able to answer the doubts of these dirty and lowly subordinates.
Because these warriors who have gone through the fateful war are not survivors, but victors who have won glory from the endless flames of Khorne's demonic realm.
It is a heavy sharp blade sharpened by that endless war, and it is also a brave man who pierces fate and breaks the shackles.
Forged in the fires of war, tempered in the fortress of brass, forged in the blood of the Skull Lord.
The skill called killing has long been engraved into the souls of each of them, but the gifts from the Blood God have been abandoned by them like worn-out shoes.
They don’t have to prove themselves in any way.
These warriors only follow the queen who leads them to initiate eternal war, the monarch who defies the gods with his will, and the mother who uses her life to protect her children.
It is not because she has the power of the Fire Stealer in her body that she is so powerful, but because her determination is so strong that she is worthy of the Fire Stealer's gift.
Only then could he be worthy of the blood of the Blood God.
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Inadvertently, the month has come to an end, and I have been writing for a whole month.
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