"There is no emperor! That is just a false emperor!"
His vision was covered with blood, and the berserker roared, raised his ax, and swung it at the guy in silver-gray armor who was shouting damn slogans.
The next second, the sharp teeth of the ax blade hit the shiny metal, making a clear sound.
"Blood, blood sacrifice blood——"
"I've had enough of your crazy talk!"
A violent headbutt impacted Benoit's mind and senses. His vision was blurred repeatedly, and his neck jerked back violently. The force was enough to knock him down.
The lost warrior roared as he realized he had been punched in the face three times.
But now his mind was too slow to think in pain.
He wanted to swing the axe, but the opponent's sword was so fast.
Amidst the flash of swords and shadows, he seemed to suddenly remember something - a name etched on the white armor.
That name looked so familiar for a moment.
Benoit, Benoit of the Dogs of War, Benoit of the World Eaters——
An ax coming towards him reminded him of another battle, a time filled with blood and greatness...
He killed every alien that stood in his way, then pursued those who were smart enough to retreat, splitting the first with a blow of his axe, and then lunged for the second.
glory?
Glory is reserved for cowards who don't even dare to let their names die.
He stood on the corpses of the monsters, grinning, and stepped his combat boots into the chests of the corpses under his feet while continuing to kill in the name of the Lord of Humanity.
Marks of military exploits piled higher and higher around his feet. Every kill meant that he had to climb higher to meet new prey. Bullets kept hitting his back and shoulders like hammer blows. , it would only make him angrier, nothing more, it was hardly a disturbance.
Then.....
Then everything suddenly changed.
The burning sky, the cracked earth, he descended from the sky, bringing slaughter.
What is this world called?
He couldn't quite remember, but it seemed that his name was Istvan——
Benoit followed the blood trail towards a dying prey. A warrior wearing blood-stained white armor sat slumped on the ground, his back against the wall, and his leg armor was spattered with internal organs.
This person looked so familiar, but the blood on his face was so unfamiliar.
Blood--
Blood has left traces on everything in this world. The warrior's face only reflects the battle itself. Half of his body has disappeared, only the white bones broken by tomahawks or other weapons are exposed. .
He narrowed his eyes and remained silent, using extraordinary concentration to stay alive, even now that his intestines had been ripped out of his body.
He should be dead, but he's not.
Looking at Benoit walking towards him, the warrior smiled, showing his blood-stained teeth.
"brother......"
Brother, the word made the butcher's nails ticking in the back of his head come alive.
“…..all this is why…”
Why?
He walked up to this man, this former best friend and brother, and the battle ax slipped from his hand, and then he fell down next to him.
Suddenly, he covered his face with his hands and burst into tears.
"I have no idea....."
They grew up in a mountain village, enlisted together, reformed together, and fought together under the Emperor for the survival of humanity.
They fought bloody battles with the enemy in Terra's underground labyrinth for months, and finally helped each other out of that hell.
They also fought to the death with the dirty greenskins in the stars of Pegasus, and died almost simultaneously.
They had also looked forward to the return of the original body.
They even decided together to drive in the Butcher’s Nail.
However--
"...Benoit...the primarch...doesn't love us at all...he...has hated us from the beginning..."
The warrior's eyes looked toward the sky flashing with lightning, and blood poured from his mouth.
"...From now on, you...can only...take care of...yourself..."
The warrior took a long breath, followed by a slow, tired sigh, and then his chest stopped rising.
Benoit slumped on the ground, staring at the sky with wide eyes, the corners of his eyes twitching, and tears silently falling from his face.
Suddenly, the world was torn apart, leaving only a sword slashing towards him.
Without feeling any pain, his hands lost control of the weapon and the ax fell to the ground.
"Blood--"
This was the last word he said. The opponent's sharp blade had already cut along his throat and reached his buttocks.
In the last moment of his senses, he could even taste the blow - full of coldness and suffocation.
"The blood god doesn't care whose blood it is—"
With his last thoughts, Benoit, the former commando captain of the 114th World Eaters Company, fell into eternal darkness.
But the battle is not over. The dying body is the container of joy. An existence that has been wandering on the battlefield for a long time finally found a suitable body and plunged into it.
"What--"
Ustad, who had killed the powerful enemy, took a step back and looked at the thing in front of him warily.
Dead Benoit stood up.
He stood up from the ground as if being pulled by a thin string. Black liquid flowed from his body like a turbid rope. A mouth on the black lump on his head opened, revealing needle-like teeth, as if he was mocking. , and something pink and covered with mucus was twitching on the wounds on his body.
Then, an eye squeezed out of the flesh and blinked at Ustad, its irises as blue as the midday sky.
"ha!"
The creature that had once been a Chaos Space Marine roared, a thousand mouths and eyes opening across its body.
Its shadow spread to the ground, swallowing up the scant daylight.
At this time, Benoit seemed to be taller than the parapet, and Ustad even felt that the details of the material world were blurred, and everything seemed to disappear behind the curtain of a diffuse flame.
More people collapsed on the ground, whether they were defenders or attacking cultists, their bodies were all twitching at the same time.
Then the shadow met them and devoured them without a cry.
The demon looked down at Ustad, watching him with a thousand eyes.
"The Cursed Child."
Its voice was mixed with whispers and laughter.
As magical sounds washed over his body, Ustad saw his brothers: their flesh bursting from their armor, their souls being ripped into a black maw.
Then he saw a face, a face he knew, a face as cold as metal, its eyes like burning dying stars.
Soshyan Alexei, their Chapter Master.
"No! Damn it! Don't try to seduce me!"
Ustad roared and broke away from the illusion in his mind.
The devil let out a sigh of regret, and suddenly his huge body moved like lightning,
The next second, Ustad crashed through a bunker more than ten meters away, and then fell to the floor in embarrassment.
His armor was stained with scorch marks, marks left on him by the demon's breath.
The force of the blow was so great that the feeling on his chest and shoulders almost made him think he had been hit hard by a Predator.
