Billions of crows circled in the sky, making a whistling sound in the wind.
They merged into a storm of steel claws and iron wings, releasing cold murderous intent.
That is one of the forms possessed by Corax, the Raven Lord and revolutionary of Savior Planet.
After awakening his true nature, Corax also possessed many mysterious abilities.
His abilities are in no way inferior to those of the Demon Primarchs.
And they are freer than them and will not be controlled by other evil gods.
Guys like Fulgrim, Angron, and Mortarion became demons, seemingly breaking free from the shackles of reality and gaining greater power and freedom.
But those are just false appearances.
They will all be controlled by the evil god behind the scenes.
They did not truly possess the freedom that Lorgar had once claimed.
Under the will of the evil god, they are like slaves.
Once you go against the will of the evil god, you will be punished.
But Corax is different, he is free.
Perturabo, Fulgrim, Lorgar, Ahriman, Fabius and many other traitors who surrendered to Chaos.
They looked up and followed the voice.
After seeing the huge flock of crows, everyone looked solemn.
Other Chaos traitors were shocked by the power of the Raven Lord.
No one expected Corax to appear on the battlefield.
This was a variable they had not anticipated.
Corax is well-known in the Eye of Terror.
He appears every few hundred years, hunting down humans who have surrendered to Chaos, especially the Word Bearers.
"Are you bluffing, Corax?" Fulgrim said, moving among the ruins. "Even with you, the outcome of this day will not be changed."
To fight Guilliman, they assembled a large number of Chaos armies and demons.
In terms of numbers, far surpassing Guilliman.
In terms of combat power, they are not inferior to Guilliman's newly transformed warriors.
This is the Eye of Terror, the place most closely integrated with the Warp.
The Chaos followers would receive further enhancements here, making them powerful enough to offset the technological might of Guilliman's Legion.
Another point is that Guilliman's forces had been thrown to other areas by the storm caused by the sacrificial ceremony.
Even if Corax joined the battle, it would only cause a little trouble and would not change the situation at all.
"And if I am included, Fulgrim?"
From behind Fulgrim came another voice.
Equally firm and powerful.
Fulgrim turned his head and saw that space cracks burning with golden flames had appeared on the surface at some point.
A cursed warrior wearing black armor with hollow patterns and decorated with bones and flames, holding a bolter with flame patterns and a chainsword, walked out of the space crack.
Silent and shrouded in flames, he appeared like a demon.
Of all the legends of the Legion, the most extraordinary is that of the Cursed Legion.
The Legion of the Damned are a mysterious group of space marines.
When an important battle is in trouble, all hope seems out of reach.
These warriors will emerge from the Warp and stride forward to bring down damnation on the enemies of the Imperium.
When the bloody battle ended, they disappeared too.
Often, in just a blink of an eye, those people disappeared without a trace.
Some speculate that they are the Emperor's vengeful warriors, a loyal army far beyond the present.
The Legion of the Damned is the embodiment of the flames of vengeance.
They dwell in matter and the Warp, fighting for the Emperor's will and bringing hope to worlds in despair.
After the Great Rift appeared, they appeared more frequently.
Guilliman had received many reports of these flaming warriors appearing on battlefields on the brink of despair.
Helped the defeated Imperial army, saved the situation, and then quickly disappeared without leaving any clues.
They are an extension of the Emperor's will.
The entire legion is made up of those loyal heroic souls.
Flames enveloped them and ghostly auras danced beneath their feet, moving as they moved.
The weapons in the hands of the Cursed Warriors are also more powerful than those of ordinary Space Marines.
Their explosive shells are capable of destroying the toughest armor.
Nothing can withstand the spectral wrath of the Legion of the Damned.
Even if it is the Chaos Chosen, it is a concrete fortress or boiling magma.
Fulgrim's eyes were not on the cursed warriors.
Instead, he stared at a tall and mighty giant who walked out of the crack.
For the first time, astonishment and fear appeared in Fulgrim's erect snake boy.
He saw someone who shouldn't be here.
"You are supposed to be dead?" Fulgrim said in horror.
"Yes, you killed me in Yinstavan." The visitor's tone was very calm, describing the pain of betrayal in the past.
The man was wearing armor that was interwoven with gold and black, and was holding a huge war hammer.
Unlike other Space Marines, he does not have a power backpack or a medical backpack on his back.
Instead, it is a complex mechanical weapon, with various weapons rotating as if they have their own will, locking onto every enemy on the battlefield.
A metal gear emblem behind his head emitted a faint halo.
Fulgrim spoke the name of the visitor in horror, "Ferus, this is impossible, how could you be standing here?"
The visitor was none other than the former Lord of the Tenth Legion, the Iron Hand, Gorgon of Medusa.
One of the twenty Primarchs created by the Emperor during the Great Crusade.
When the Emperor's laboratory was attacked by the forces of Chaos, the nutrient chamber where Ferrus was located was sent to the world of Medusa.
With the wisdom of his Primarch, Ferrus grew up, took control of the planet Medusa and killed a metallic monster.
The metal monster was invulnerable to swords and guns, and Ferrus could only kill it by sinking it into the magma.
The metal monster melted and merged with Ferrus's arm, giving him a pair of real steel hands.
The Tenth Legion was named the Iron Hands for this reason.
They are the most technologically oriented legion, and their style is completely different from other legions.
"Nothing is impossible. The Warp is not made up of gods alone," Ferrus said. "Just as you will be resurrected under the glory of the gods, why do you think I cannot do it under my father's protection?"
"You think the gods are high above you, and that your father, who has been harmed by you and cannot stand up, is an incompetent man? Do you think the god you follow is more powerful than your father? But one day, you will understand that no one in the warp has the willpower like hers."
The Primarchs are a fusion of the Warp and real matter, they are creatures belonging to two worlds.
The reason why Corax is able to possess so many strange methods is because he has successfully awakened and gained control of those powers.
Even if Ferrus did not awaken when he died, he still possessed his own warp essence.
In a sense, Ferrus is immortal like those demons.
"He is not my father," Fulgrim said viciously.
"We share the blood of a woman and a man. As the provider of the other half of the genes, why can't she be called your father?" Ferrus looked at Fulgrim, whose image was completely different from before.
Fulgrim's legs had disappeared without a trace, replaced by a long serpentine tail.
His torso and face were elongated, and his chest cavity was mutated enough to accommodate a new pair of arms.
"I don't want to argue with you about these meaningless topics, Ferrus. You may have survived under the protection of the Corpse King, but you can't do anything. Guilliman will definitely die here today. You can't change the destiny that has been determined."
"No, he will not die. He will be the next ruler of the empire and the new Lord of Mankind." Ferrus held a war hammer that shone with golden light, and his eyes were filled with flames. "This is my father's will and the predetermined destiny."
"Do you think you can do this?" Fulgrim stretched out his four arms, holding four poisoned swords tightly in his hands.
"We can change everything," Ferrus said calmly.
Fulgrim stared at Ferrus, a grim smile on his face. "If I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time. Even if you resurrect several times, it will be useless."
"You can try." Ferrus raised his hammer. "Perhaps it won't be me who falls this time."
The two brothers, who had fought each other in the Yinstavan system, did not say any more nonsense.
Hatred had long since wiped out the brotherhood between them.
There is only fighting and battle.
Only when one side is completely defeated can the feud be considered over.
Fulgrim received the Prince of Pleasure's blessing.
During these ten thousand years, he had also been working hard to improve and indulge himself, making his union with the God of Pleasure closer and closer, gaining more power.
Ferrus was no less capable, even though he had been beheaded by Fulgrim in the past.
But he has awakened his own essence and obtained the blessing of the Emperor.
Moreover, the situation this time is completely different from the massacre at the Yinstavan Landing Site in the past.
At that time, Ferrus was surrounded by traitors and was already exhausted from fighting.
Fulgrim was well-rested and had the blessing of the devil.
The demon's strange abilities were the main reason for Ferrus's failure.
And now, Ferrus has mastered the same power.
He was already familiar with the existence of Warp Demons.
In the unreal Emperor's realm, he has killed countless demons that tried to plunder human souls.
The two Primarchs, who had chosen completely different paths, clashed with their powerful weapons, releasing a force that was enough to flatten mountains and seas.
The terrible aftermath stirred up a raging storm.
No one can enter the area where they fight.
Those fools who try to do so will be torn to pieces by the aftermath.
The arrival of the Lord of the Dark Crows and the Lord of Medusa made Ahriman feel uneasy.
The Lord of Medusa died at Yinstavan's landing site.
Ahriman also always believed that the Lord of Medusa was dead.
But he didn't think of one thing.
That is the emperor who can make the gods fear him and also has the ability to resurrect those people.
A saint of the state religion who is resurrected every once in a while.
And those cursed warriors.
These examples all prove that the Emperor possesses authority no less than that of the gods.
After entering the Eye of Terror, Ahriman learned some things from some of his colleagues and demons who entered the Webway.
The souls of Ferrus and many loyal warriors who died in the massacre at Instavan Landing appeared during the Webway War.
They pushed back the demonic tide, allowing the Custodes and the surviving human forces to withdraw from the Webway.
During the Great Crusade, the Emperor was able to collect souls, yet he still pretended that he was not a god.
A total liar.
Ahriman touched an amulet hanging on his hand, which was an alchemical item that allowed him to ignore spatial distance and teleport away instantly.
This esoteric technique was something he learned from the Book of Magnus.
As the most powerful wizard under the Emperor, Magnus has in-depth research on space.
When Wolf Lord Leman Russ was executing the extermination order, Magnus used this method to teleport away all the Thousand Sons warriors.
The amulet in his hand did not have the same power as Magnus once had.
But it was enough to send him away.
The plan to encircle and suppress Guilliman has failed.
When Lord Medusa and the Legion of the Damned appeared, Ahriman knew there was no need to continue with this plan.
The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole lurking behind it.
Ahriman overlooked the Emperor's influence in this plan.
Also ignored were the loyal primarchs.
Those guys had been silent for so long that he had come to believe that the Emperor and the Loyal Primarchs would no longer interfere in the affairs of the Imperium of Man.
For a long time, the Imperium controlled reality while they hid in the Eye of Terror, and loyalty to the Warp had become a consensus.
The Emperor never attempted to exert His power over the Eye of Terror.
The legend of the Primarch was gradually deified over a period of ten thousand years.
They no longer appear, and even Abaddon, the Chosen One of Chaos and Lord of the Black Legion, dares to say shamelessly that the era of the Primarchs is over.
Who would have thought that ten thousand years later, those loyal primarchs would reappear.
A brand new storm is brewing.
The war between the Empire and the Traitors continues.
The return of the Primarch is a signal.
Lorgar, who had been confident of victory and thought he could humiliate Guilliman again, or even get rid of him once and for all, now looked grim.
Corax, Ferrus, Guilliman, and the Legion of the Damned, which is obviously the work of the Emperor.
The advantages that I originally thought of have disappeared.
Now, the hunter has become someone else’s prey, and escaping is a problem!
If we delay too long and Guilliman's fleet returns, no one will be able to escape.
... ... ...
Guilliman, holding the Emperor's Sword, stood before the multitude of Primaris who had regrouped behind him.
Scanning the horrific battle between Fulgrim and Ferrus.
He already had a general understanding of the emperor's power.
What the gods were able to do, the Emperor was able to do.
This made Guilliman feel a little worried.
As we all know, the gods no longer have a true self.
It's just a collection of extreme emotions.
They continually demanded sacrifices of all kinds.
All the blessings are just to be able to gather more extreme emotions and make the believers more fanatical in performing various sacrifices, so as to enhance their power.
If the Emperor became like that, it would definitely be a nightmare for mankind.
An existence that always demands human souls and sacrifices will lead to the end of humanity.
How long can the emperor's humanity last!
Once the Divine Emperor is born, the crisis he brings will tear humanity apart.
"Let's go." Perturabo said without hesitation.
The appearance of the Raven Lord and the Medusa Lord made him realize that the plan to encircle and kill Guilliman had failed.
If you stay any longer, you will only put yourself in danger.
"It's too late, Perturabo. While you were planning how to surround and kill Guilliman, the net against you had already been quietly spread. Today, you are doomed to have no way to escape. It's time to pay for the sins left behind in the massacre at the landing site, Perturabo."
A figure wearing yellow armor and holding a weapon walked out of the crack.
He was the third Loyalist Primarch to arrive.
He was also the one that Petula wanted to defeat the most in the past.
Now, it's time for them to end all their grudges.