"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull."
"The false emperor is dead, and the Blood God should be established."
A man roared angrily.
Behind him, a huge group of people were also roaring, responding to the man.
Roaring, roaring, countless voices rang out at the same time.
The voice was heard in unison, echoing throughout the entire hive.
They were armed with a variety of crude weapons, dressed in ragged clothes, and their bodies were smeared with the abominable runes of Chaos.
Gather together and launch an attack on various important buildings in Terra.
The shadow of the Unliving lurks among the thugs, baring its terrifying fangs and spikes.
Prey on soldiers loyal to the Corpse King.
The sky is breaking, the earth is burning, blood and fire are spreading.
The voices that were once ignored turned into rage, venting their anger at the world.
Nava is not dead, but he is not alive either.
His body was in pieces, with wriggling flesh tentacles and numerous bone spurs replacing his original human body.
What supports him is endless anger and hatred for the injustice of this world.
Destruction, destruction, endless destruction.
All that remained in his heart was the endless sense of destruction.
In this world, even the dignity of beggars will be deprived and trampled upon.
Then it will be destruction, total destruction.
Those high-ranking nobles, those meat-eaters who claim to be of noble birth, and those powerful people who claim that the lower classes are just their pawns.
They will eventually taste the bitter fruit of their own making.
Death and killing spread, and gradually expanded, submerging the hive.
Nava was running among the crowd, and artillery fire fell near him, but he was "lucky" enough to dodge it every time.
The thug next to him was blown away by the roaring artillery fire, and his body engraved with blasphemous runes was shattered into pieces.
After a while, a group of thugs were wiped out by artillery fire, and their broken limbs were scattered all over the ground, broken into pieces. The scene was truly bloody and cruel to the extreme.
But Nava broke through the fire blockade and landed in the army of the Corpse King.
The soldiers screamed and raised their guns to shoot at Nava.
The laser gun's beam hit Nava's body, but had no effect at all. It was directly absorbed by the squirming flesh and blood, without leaving any trace on his disgusting body.
But Nava's attacks were too deadly for the ordinary soldiers.
He swung his arms and the sharp spikes pierced the bodies of the soldiers.
The bright red blood flowed along the spikes and merged into his body.
As he continued to kill, his aura became more terrifying.
In just a few moments, the defense line with hundreds of people stationed there was slaughtered by him.
The thugs rushed through the gap he opened and attacked Terra's most sacred building, the Imperial Palace.
Nava turned into a bloody figure and pounced on the army loyal to the Corpse King.
The claws tore and the teeth bit, and wherever they went, blood was splattered.
Because of their killing, the demons have earned the right to come to Terra.
The dead life becomes the bridge for the lifeless to reach the reality.
The warp roared continuously, the ether storm became more and more severe, causing more and more severe oppression.
The veil of reality was almost completely pierced.
An even more terrifying will is oppressing Terra and is about to descend into the real universe.
They are coming.
They are coming.
The psyker cried out in agony and despair.
They felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.
Horrible nightmares haunt them.
Terra will be soaked in blood, and everything will be completely destroyed.
An unbearable and terrifying existence is about to come.
Destruction, destruction, everything will be destroyed, completely destroyed.
Death, disaster, despair, sadness, everything will be completely destroyed.
It's time to reckon with everything.
No one can escape.
The noble will be drowned in blood.
The vile will also die in despair.
Everything will be destroyed.
will all be destroyed.
Valyrian, wearing golden armor and holding a weapon, stood on the wall of Lion's Gate.
He watched as a flood of enemies broke through the lines of defense and rushed towards the Lion's Gate.
It is vast and mighty, like a torrent or tide.
Unstoppable, destroying everything.
Any loyalist forces that attempt to stop them will be utterly destroyed.
Drowning in the waves of despair, everything will be lost.
Some of those thugs were humans, and they were engraved with various Chaos Runes, which ensured that they would not be harmed by their allies in the Warp for the time being.
At least, they will not harm them until the Chaos Powers achieve their set goals.
Another part of them have mutated. The pollution of the subspace has made them neither human nor ghost. They are like monsters covered with bone spurs or extra organs such as eyes.
This team is huge in scale, and although their weapons and equipment are simple, they give people a huge sense of oppression.
Valerian also knew that this was just the beginning.
As the riots continue and food shortages occur, more and more mobs will become out of control.
Terra has a population of over 100 billion and several large hive cities. If a full-scale riot breaks out, the consequences will be disastrous.
As these thugs rampage, the veil between the Warp and reality grows increasingly fragile.
He could sense that something terrible was about to happen.
"Be prepared to drive them back," said Valyrian.
When the thugs and demons approached the Lion's Gate, the battle of the Imperial Guards officially began.
The imperial guards did not pay much attention to what was happening outside the palace.
They just need to defend the Outer Court and the Inner Court and protect the Holy Emperor.
The defenses inside the palace are extremely strict.
Even though some of the troops were taken away by the High Lord's bunch of good-for-nothings, it was still the most heavily defended place in Terra.
As soon as the thugs came within firing range, the High Wall Fortress began to spray shells and plasma without stopping.
Every wall and tower is equipped with automatic turrets and defense arrays.
The dense firepower instantly tore apart the thugs who wanted to attack the Lion's Gate.
Even demons would be torn to pieces by such violent firepower.
Valerian looked at a mutant among the thugs, rushing left and right, overturning several positions in a row. He frowned and turned to walk towards the landing platform.
His golden figure brought some comfort to the terrified defenders, letting them know that they had not been abandoned.
"Sir." The short but strong man trotted over.
"Stay at your post." Without paying much attention to him, Valerian walked straight past him, and the halberd in his hand began to leap with plasma arcs.
"Sir, where are you going?" the man asked.
Valerian ignored him and slowly quickened his pace, breaking into a run.
The Custodes are creations of the Emperor, each one crafted in a unique way.
Loyalty and strength are their signature.
Valerian's heart was extremely calm as he stared closely at the monster that was covered in wriggling flesh and spikes.
Under the watchful eye of the Blood God, this monster twisted by the Warp grew stronger as it killed more people.
If left unchecked, it may cause even greater harm.
Nava's remaining bloodshot eyes stared at the golden man rushing towards him.
He let out a deafening roar that echoed throughout the battlefield.
Those mortal soldiers trembled constantly because of his roar, and the guns they held were shaking.
Nava brandished his blood-red spikes and rushed towards the opponent.
Go to hell, servant of the Corpse King.
Endless anger emerged in his heart, and he no longer had the awe he once had for these noble golden men.
1Only killing.
Only total destruction.
Valyrian's combat skills are superb, and he is a master in the blood game, always striving to defeat those shameful traitors who have betrayed the Emperor and turned to Chaos.
When he was about to get close to the opponent, he suddenly bent down, and the acceleration made him roll over, successfully avoiding the attack launched by the hateful monster.
Valerian wielded his fighting skills, and the weapon surrounded by plasma arcs easily tore through the opponent's flesh and pierced inside.
Inch after inch.
Then he pulled the trigger inside the monster's body.
With a loud bang, half of the body was blown to pieces.
Nava howled in pain.
He underestimated the strength and skill of these golden men.
But the endless rage in his heart drove him to move forward and launch an even more violent attack.
Valerian responded calmly, swinging his weapon, and when he saw an opportunity, he struck fiercely, instantly cutting off the opponent's head.
Nava's roar disappeared.
The huge body also became fragmented and finally fell down.
At this time, fifty heavy star fortress machine slaves came over with heavy steps.
Their bodies are painted with the mechanical emblem of Holy Mars.
The muscles that have been injected with chemical agents for a long time have become abnormally strong, even to an incredible degree.
They are equipped with terrifying firepower, enough to destroy all obstacles.
The hail of shells lit up the parade avenue as bright as day, and every flash of the lasers cut off the limbs of the rioters.
Energy cannons and plasma weapons shot out small suns.
Fire dragons flew out from the muzzle of the flamethrower, engulfing targets in large numbers.
Pao Xiao's heavy bombs and dark jets knocked down one thug after another with their violent killing.
The thugs fell one after another, like wheat under a sickle.
Some were shattered by the dense hail of bullets.
There were also some people who were still shouting the slogans of the Blood God, and then they were all harvested.
The roar of heavy tanks was heard, and the tracks crushed the flesh and blood, carving out a path among the piles of corpses.
The sound of gunfire rang out and the rioters fled in all directions.
They could not fight heavy tanks with their flesh and blood.
Even the demons can't do anything about it.
They are still weak.
Plus, Terra was filled with the power of the Emperor, and they were in a weak position.
The tanks crushed them, destroying all the flesh and blood that had been formed with great difficulty.
Soon the demons were driven out again in despair, and the mobs that rushed to the Lion's Gate were defeated in the brutal strangulation and fled everywhere.
Those who stayed behind were either crushed by tanks or killed by machine slaves.
"My lord." A soldier saluted Valerian with fear in his eyes.
In the battle just now, Valerian's performance was like that of a god of war.
He swung the weapon in his hand, and wherever it passed, everything was turned into broken limbs.
No one can block his attack, and no one can stop his offensive.
Valerian didn't pay much attention and just nodded.
He looked at the fleeing thugs with a grim expression. This was just the first time, a beginning.
He knew that those guys would come back again.
Valyrian looked toward the sky.
The blood-red sky was burning, and everything was enveloped in it.
The intentions of the Chaos Powers have been fully revealed.
They are coming into Terra.
Enter the most sacred palace.
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Imperial Chancellery.
Tirian stood on the balcony of the Prime Minister's Palace, watching with sad eyes as everything was engulfed in flames.
The unliving dwell within, feasting on the flesh of the ignorant.
The high-level area where he works is under tight martial law, but so far, it is relatively safe.
This is only temporary. As the mob spreads, the crisis will eventually grow bigger and bigger, and eventually get completely out of control.
There was no way a mob like that could cross the city wall on their own.
But the problem is that they can lead to overload of urban areas and a weakening of security, at which point necessary clean-up operations will have to be undertaken.
More importantly, the blood rituals these thugs are performing are weakening Terra's warp barriers.
Everything is moving towards fragility and an unpredictable future.
Tyrion had been unable to sleep much since the riots and the Warp Storms.
The mania can only be relieved by taking large doses of anesthetics.
The sky hissed with uncontrolled energy, making true rest and contemplation impossible.
Every glance seemed to reveal new fears in the darkness.
Every half hour, Tirian would wake from his sleep crying, his hands tightly grasping the sweat-soaked sheets.
Once, when Tirian was tidying up his face in the mirror, he saw a devil's face grinning at him from behind.
He had to break the mirror to get rid of the illusion.
Another night, he nearly suffocated in his sleep because he saw himself being skinned alive by a laughing butcher in a winged helmet.
Tyrian holds a high position, but he is just a poor wretch without any psychic powers.
Encountering these things was not a sign of his spiritual awakening, but a terrible crisis was approaching.
The riots in the warp caused trouble for ordinary people.
Although Tirian is surrounded by countless protections, he still feels panic and fear.
How scared are those unprotected civilians
Tyrion felt sad, he should have protected those people.
But he didn't.
Tyrian felt like a coward for having ignored his own promise.
He stayed in his prime minister's residence as much as possible, giving instructions to various troops and dispatching them for support and evacuation.
Fulfilling one's responsibilities in an alternative way.
But such days did not last long. Tirian thought that under such days, his past little deeds would be forgotten.
However, it did not.
One morning, after he had finished washing up, he was ready to continue to preside over the various tasks on Terra and try his best to reduce the empire's losses in this rebellion.
Walking into the hall, he smelled a faint smell of blood.
The guards fell in a pool of blood, they all died silently.
Tyrian did not flee, he knew there was no point in fleeing.
The other party could deal with his guards silently, and could also deal with him silently.
The reason why he was not dealt with quietly was definitely because he wanted to meet him and taste his despair and pain.
Tirian sorted out his clothes and walked in.
"'You seem to have slept well, Tyrion.'"
Yin Ertu, the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, sat on the throne in the hall and looked at Tirian who walked in.
"What do you mean?" Tirian looked at Yinertu who was sitting on the throne.
"Clean up the traitors, Tyrion. Your time has come."
Yin Ertu, the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, took out a pulse pistol and pointed it at Tirian, saying in a cold tone.