"Long live Horus!"
A traitor roared and leaned up, tightened his waist and abdomen, raised the chain ax in his hand high, and then dropped it with a crash.
Callistarius raised his magic sword to block, and the intertwined tines of the chain ax engaged in a meaningless confrontation with Vitalus' holy blade, sparking a burst of passionate sparks and thick smoke.
The traitor to the Sons of Horus was still struggling to his death. Callistarius poured more psychic energy into the blade of his weapon 'Vitalus' and locked the chain ax firmly in place. land.
The traitor stepped back, roaring and dragging his weapon - this action was immediately caught by the think tank, who used the force to rush forward and swung his long sword.
In an instant, a huge head flew up.
Callistarius released his grip on the chainsaw, took a half step back, and watched as the traitor's burning corpse fell to the ground.
Ding ding ding————
The electric bell rang loudly, and Callistarius followed his inner instinct and rushed towards the broken door he had seen earlier.
The next moment, he suddenly flashed into the command deck, and his whole body stopped due to this sudden change.
There was a huge hole on the deck that was more than fifty meters deep, and the walls were covered with dancing sparks and light smoke of different colors.
Callistarius shook out the phantom wings born from his back and jumped into the pit.
He galloped out from the end of the tunnel, with Vitalus in his hand ready to attack, and launched a fierce attack on the heretic who had been waiting for a long time at the other end: Vitalus's sword edge carried the fury of an enemy, and would block the way. All the opponents in front of him were chopped into pieces of scrap metal and minced meat.
The crimson, symbolizing the ninth legion, and the green, representing the sixteenth legion, were fighting desperately in every inch of space as far as the eye could see. The bridge of the Vengeful Spirit seemed to tear apart the curtain of time woven by layers of reality.
The heroic warriors in red armor wielded chainsaws and explosive bombs in their hands, rolling up a bloody hurricane of slaughter among the traitors of Horus - they were the Blood Angels.
At the same time, he is also his noble heir.
Sanguinius, he heard the warriors call him.
Who is Callistarius?
But it doesn't matter anymore.
"For the Emperor!"
He roared and flew across the chaotic battlefield at his feet, his noble red gold armor shining with divine light: no attack could harm him, no dirt could stain him - the despicable traitors had no way to escape in front of him.
"Callistarius!"
The familiar voice coming from behind him attracted him to turn around: it was a familiar person with familiar armor.
Dante was killing people among the traitors, squeezing hard towards Callistarius - blue arcs of electricity flashed in the lenses of his helmet's eye sockets, and his voice was hoarse.
"Callistarius!"
Who is Callistarius?
Who is Dante?
He staggered and slowly moved towards the other side of the stage.
"I am……"
He muttered to himself as he swung his sword and struck with deadly blows.
The horrifying truth shook him to his core: for a moment, he realized he had become Sanguinius.
"I am lost?"
"No!"
He shouted loudly, his tone full of rage, and began to brutally slaughter the traitors in front of him, using his sword to cut open all their burly chests, and the splattered blood soaked the ancient stage under his feet.
"This is impossible!"
The think tank looked around impatiently for the figure of a certain existence. He twisted his head and looked around, roaring and cursing the reality: How could he meet his end in this dilapidated floating ruins like this so meaninglessly! ?
Where is Horus?
Where is Horus!
The fury rose rapidly, and everything in front of him disappeared. The bridge of Horus's flagship, the Vengeful Spirit, filled his field of vision.
This sun-shattering giant ship overturned a glorious dynasty, leaving behind only a fragmented and decaying empire and glorious memories of the past. The dark madness ignited the unquenchable anger deep in the soul: in the chest The full subspace spiritual power boiled ferociously, mercilessly boiling every vein in the limbs and bones.
Then, two terrifying death rays shot out from his eyes, melting through the hull of the ship with overwhelming power, igniting a raging fire in the battlefield.
The soldiers in the fierce battle exploded together with the four walls of the ship, and were melted into orange-red iron slag by the crimson hot wind that swept over the mountains like a tsunami.
Burn the heaven and earth, destroy everything——
This is the last choice left to him in the world!
Galaxy Universe betrayed him!
He shouldn't have suffered such a fate!
The red blood of the scorching psychic energy in Think Tank's brain turned into critical whiteness, turning everything around him into dust.
"Callistarius!"
This familiar yet unfamiliar name brought back his subtle consciousness, and he suddenly realized that both the traitors and the Blood Angels were all lying in a heap of rubble with a small wisp of blue will-o'-the-wisps.
Although most of them were trying hard to clear away the ruins covering their bodies, there were still a few angels and traitors who never made a sound again: their limbs and torsos were torn to pieces by huge force, and their internal organs were smashed and twisted. The curved pieces of ceramic armor were smashed and gouged out, exuding the aroma of burnt meat.
A being covered in golden light descended from the sky, San Guileno, and he knew its name.
"Don't give in! Don't get lost! You must not fall into the abyss! Think of the consequences!"
The think tank shook his head dully, his eyes full of stars.
But the Black Fury's counterattack also intensified, and the memories from thousands of years ago once again eroded the reality in his eyes - the illusion of the spirit of revenge was the death knell that symbolized the doom of the descendants of the Holy Blood.
Suddenly, a trace of cold logic flowed into the think tank's turbid mind, trying to break through the gloomy noise and mania from all directions.
He stretched out his hand to protect it in his palm, trying to figure out its true appearance - it was a hole, a nothingness.
The think tank pulled his mind out of the rage and jumped into the big dark hole.
At that moment, he drifted away from the determined faces of his battle brothers. His soul finally transcended the damaged mortal body and broke into the void alone.
Just when everything was silent, an ancient and holy blood angel emerged from nothingness and approached the think tank: its immeasurable power spawned screams and wails that surrounded the ears, and its overwhelming aura penetrated the think tank's naked body. The soul drags the roar out from the darkness.
"Are you willing to save yourself and bring about an irreversible doom for you?"
The angel spoke, with thousands of echoes.
"Or are you willing to shoulder the curse and save your blood brothers who are trapped in water and fire?"
The screams all around were still arguing, but Callistarius had already made up his mind and was ready to realize that he would return again and he would continue to be loyal.
The fury that enveloped the battle group will be his soul as a prisoner, and he will never be able to reappear in the world. He will spend the rest of his life fighting it with all his strength until the last drop of blood is shed.
He chose to embrace the darkness in his arms and leave the precious and short-lived light to his blood brothers.
While he could not prevent the Chapter's doom, nor save his fallen brothers, he could deliver a head-on blow to the Fury, slowing its advance.
He is willing to give the Chapter one more cell to seal the fury, one more fortress against the infestation of madness, and one more strong shield to resist the march of reality - this is the wealth that Sanguinius left to his descendants.
Sacrifice never means giving up, but for real hope!
If it can buy a moment of precious time for the brothers in the chapter, what's the harm in transforming into a demon?
Gradually, the warrior once known as Callistarius was broken.
When he appeared again, he already had a brand new name——
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