They are a highly hierarchical army from hell, and they have only one master——
It is known as the God of War, the God of Slaughter, and even the God of Blood by its believers.
Across the galaxy, countless believers howl its name as they kill.
Khorne!
It is the most cruel and destructive evil god among the four evil gods of chaos.
What it represents is uncontrollable aggression, mindless madness, and a sea of blood that floods the battlefield.
It has an unquenchable thirst for blood, and anyone who wields a weapon to kill in its name will surely be favored by it, and even its cruelty and anger will not change depending on the difference between friend and foe.
It always watches every scene of massacre and atrocity with joy. It is said that when it hears the horn of war blowing in the chaotic wasteland, its heart will burst into even crazier anger.
At the height of destruction and carnage, Khorne's roars would even echo throughout the wasteland, and any creation that heard these roars would fall into eternal madness.
It is the most enthusiastic and war-instigating evil god among all the Chaos Gods, constantly spurring his followers and instigating them to launch sieges again and again on every planet, city, town, and village in the galaxy.
All races that worship Khorne traditionally depict him as a huge human god with blood-red skin, sitting high on a huge brass throne. Under the throne is a bloody corpse and piles of corpses. A pedestal made of skulls, either its trophies or from the killings carried out by followers in its name.
Legend has it that Khorne wore an armor made of brass, carved with tumbling runes and faces deformed and screaming in pain, and a huge winged brass helmet was worn on top of it. The head is used to cover the inhuman, snarling and twisted face.
For this reason, Khorne is also known as the Lord of Brass.
Regardless of heavy swords, battle axes, or other weapons with huge blades, any weapon that can cause a surge of blood is its favorite.
This evil god believes in activism, and his followers believe that even if a warrior is not engaged in one war, he should always be prepared for another.
Although Khorne himself despises sorcery, he often performs miracles on his followers to teach them how to construct powerful weapons of war, of which the Daemon Engine Skulllord is the most famous. (Kalga, please don’t come over here——)
Khorne's followers include pirate raiders, madmen, and Chaos Space Marines, some of whom follow him simply because of the promise of bloodshed, pillaging and slaughtering across the galaxy day and night.
Sometimes, when a warrior is driven mad by the intensity of battle, his ears will ring with the whispers of Khorne, until finally, he will go completely mad and smear himself with the blood of the demons he has slain as a token of his righteousness. An oath of eternal loyalty to the Blood God.
But Khorne's true power lies not with these mortals, or even with the renegade Space Marines.
As with every evil god's power, Khorne has his own realm, inhabited by the most bloodthirsty and warlike creatures of the Warp.
The power of Chaos has always been known for its disorder and chaos, but once the horn of war sounds, those disorderly and murderous creatures will quickly turn into an orderly army under the powerful iron fist of Khorne.
This also confirms the authority of Khorne - the god of war.
Those warp creations that were summoned were also called the Daemon Army of Khorne.
What appeared in front of Soshyan and others was exactly such a terrifying army that should not appear in the physical universe.
As he watched in amazement, one military formation after another, the demon army of Khorne entered reality from the kingdom behind the mirror. The soldiers of the Blood God continued to appear, grow, and become a complete army - among which Most are demons such as vampires and hounds of Khorne, steel bulls, and bloodcrushers.
Soon, Soshyan could no longer count their number. This was an army of inanimate beings, invading reality beyond the barriers of space, shouting blasphemy against the light of the Star Torch.
Following the military formation of low-level demons, those demon engines appeared, monsters that were unimaginable by mortal minds.
They are the embodiment of mankind's oldest fears, the embodiment of the fury of war and bloody desire, and the monsters of destruction in mythology.
The entire starfort trembled as their giant tracked feet rolled over them.
The fire of hell is wrapped around their bodies, shrouded in thunder and black fire. These creations that are a combination of machinery and demons can even emit earth-shattering roars, just like ancient war horns.
The only good thing is that the demon engines appearing here are relatively low-level defilers and bloodslayers, and there are no high-level war machines such as skull masters or soul grinders.
As they roared, the demons swarmed forward like a scarlet tide.
The army of inanimate people screamed and waved the swords in their hands, like a group of wild beasts that had been freed from their long-term shackles, rushing towards the blood and death they had always longed for.
Blood to the God of Blood, Skull to the Skull Throne are by no means empty slogans.
Before the brain realized it, Soshyan's body had already taken steps.
He ran along the steps, pushing his body to the limit, holding the sword tightly in his hand, turning into a ball of silver and red flames, and rushed towards the battlefield that belonged to him.
The enemy is outnumbered, but he has no retreat and can only fight to the end.
All the astral knights who defended the front followed closely behind him, like silver cavalry, the weapons in their hands spit out sacred tongues of fire, and the swords in their hands were raised high, intent on cutting open the flesh and blood of these subspace creations.
But while Soshyan was running, there was an idea that kept echoing in his mind, spurring him on, and driving him towards hell.
Souls, destroy these filthy souls.
He didn't realize it, but he had never moved so quickly and his faith had never been so firm.
His muscles seemed to have been strengthened at the genetic level, and this divine body had never responded so perfectly to the commands of his brain.
He wanted to roar, but his face had solidified into cold metal, and he couldn't make a sound. He could only freeze the expression at the moment when he roared.
The demons also roared crazily at Soshyan. Many of them were taller than the Astartes wearing the Terminator. These individuals were better developed than ordinary demons, with their heads Their claws and limbs are lengthened, their claws and limbs are longer. The constant fighting and victory within the clan makes them stronger.
The small demons formed small-scale war gangs around these big men. The overwhelming smell of blood filled the air, which actually made Soshiyang feel a little excited in the cold.
He was the first to collide with the demon army.
The moment he met the first vampire, he thrust the tip of his sword into the other's mouth, then quickly pulled out and turned the tip of the sword to slit the throat of the other demon.
They have not been able to leave even a trace of scar on Soshyan's body, but their number is increasing, and demons are constantly being born from the flames, stepping into reality from the void.
"Although it is only a small army of demons, the number is still too many! We must retreat!"
