There were so many people at the party that the entire underground space was packed.
The girl's angry voice echoed throughout the party.
It made countless people angry.
I can't wait to take up arms and go to war with the empire for freedom and justice, and for a beautiful new era.
The gathering took place at an abandoned chemical plant.
After being abandoned for thousands of years, many large equipment have been corroded by rust and are on the verge of collapse.
The interior of the factory is very dilapidated, its only advantage is that it is spacious enough.
There were nearly a thousand believers gathered here, and it could be easily accommodated.
The composition of these believers is very complex.
Some were impoverished aristocrats, some were talented poets, and some were businessmen of status and position in the past.
They gathered here to denounce the horrific crimes of the empire.
Venting out the dissatisfaction and anger in one's heart.
"The government of Red Earth has entered a state of war. The minions of the Corpse King in various nest cities are already hunting us down. The gods are also ready to descend upon us. Let us go to war against the evil imperial forces. The dictator cannot suppress the revival of free will. The ghost called freedom and justice is wandering in every corner of the empire, and it will eventually come back." The girl raised her arms and shouted at the top of her lungs, "They want to defeat us, but they are just dreaming. We who are protected by the gods will surely achieve the final victory."
"Long live the gods, we are a tenacious organization that cannot be burned out by wildfire." A man raised his arms and shouted.
"Yes, we will fight to the last moment. Long live the gods, we will surely win, and all dictators are paper tigers." A woman in the crowd also shouted.
The whole crowd shouted wildly.
His face was flushed and his tone was extremely excited.
"The Divine Scroll Master is here."
A voice suddenly calmed the rioting crowd.
An old woman in a black robe walked out of the darkness. Her hair had been shaved and her head was covered with runes praising the gods.
"The Divine Scroll."
"The Divine Scroll."
"The Divine Scroll."
The frenzied and chaotic crowd made way.
Escorted by a group of enthusiastic young men, the old woman slowly walked out and went to the podium specially built for her.
The believers kept quiet because of the old woman's arrival.
The reason they dared to fight was because of the courage given by this old woman.
The old woman walked to the podium, raised a thin fist, and said with superhuman strength and determination: "Destroy the human empire, destroy the dictator, and the galaxy belongs to the gods."
"Destroy the human empire, destroy the dictator, and the galaxy will belong to the gods."
"Destroy the human empire, destroy the dictator, and the galaxy will belong to the gods."
"Destroy the human empire, destroy the dictator, and the galaxy will belong to the gods."
This group of crazy believers of the gods shouted in unison the same cry that they had repeated countless times, each time deafening.
"Sir, let's perform the ritual." A believer said, "The filthy Red Earth Planet needs the power of the gods to wash it clean. Those filthy and stupid minions of the Corpse King are defiling this ancient planet and depriving people of their freedom and happiness. We need the help of the gods. Only the gods can redeem us."
"Yes, destroy the abominable Corpse Emperor and defeat those damned dictators and tyrants. My family has served the Empire for three thousand years, but they mercilessly swept us away like garbage. This is such a sad thing. This country has become so distorted that it even rejects loyal, hardworking, and righteous servants, and has sent those abominable ruffians to high positions, leading the entire empire to destruction."
A man squeezed out and spoke loudly.
From the dirty silk clothes with the family crest tattooed on them, it could be seen that this man was once a descendant of aristocrats with ancient blood, enjoying a life of luxury.
Sadly, he looks extremely miserable now.
My hair became greasy and turned into clumps.
His clothes were also covered in grease and mud.
Those red eyes were like those of a hungry wolf, without any trace of the noble elegance of the past.
"The hypocritical liars like Corpse Emperor and Guilliman deceived mankind. Chaos is not as terrible as they say. In the distant past, our ancestors worshipped these ancient gods and gained faith and strength from them." Another woman stood up and said through gritted teeth: "The Empire is stigmatizing those ancient beliefs in order to fool those ignorant people and consolidate their rule."
"The truth of the Horus Heresy that lasted ten thousand years is not what they said. Horus, who liberated the entire galaxy, was hated by his own father, and those warriors who longed for freedom and equality helped Horus. They launched a vigorous resistance movement, determined to break the terrible rule of the Corpse Emperor and open up a beautiful new era for mankind. However, Horus failed in front of those insidious liars. He was called a traitor, and a great hero was spurned and abused. Those gods who were eager to help mankind achieve a better life were also smeared with all kinds of dirty water by them. They used shameless means to erase all records of Horus, wanting to completely interrupt the backbone of mankind's pursuit of freedom."
"But freedom is the birthright of every human being, and we must fight for it. We must welcome the coming of the gods and clear the names of those warriors who have been wronged."
"Defeat the Corpse King, defeat Guilliman."
“Welcome to the future, welcome to hope.”
Brainwashed by these words, the believers became extremely fanatical.
They looked at each other with hatred, wishing they could destroy Terra right now and drag out the Corpse King and whip his corpse.
The old woman nodded and looked at the fanatical girl.
The girl's face flushed at this time, and she was very excited at the thought that she would be able to devote herself to the great cause of the gods soon.
"Greta, please perform the ceremony and welcome the glory of the gods." The old woman looked at the fanatical girl and said in a serious tone. "It is impossible for human society to overthrow the rule of the Corpse King by its own strength, nor is it able to stop the human empire from going crazy."
"We need the power of the gods to descend upon the galaxy, cleanse those damned thugs, kill the minions of the Corpse King, and create a new world of freedom and equality."
"Yes, my lord," the woman said. "Let us sacrifice ourselves, the faithful, and pave the way for those great warriors. A new age is coming, and humanity will be saved because of us."
"sacrifice."
"sacrifice."
"sacrifice."
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People shouted enthusiastically and in unison.
The girl waved her hand, and several cultists with blasphemous runes engraved on their bodies walked out of the darkness.
In their hands they held a holy grail filled with bright red blood.
"Drink this holy blood and let the power of the gods merge into our bodies." The girl said, "Our bodies will become the containers for the servants of the gods, allowing them to come."
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The orbital temple, made of metal and marble and equipped with huge thrusters, is magnificent and extremely large, located in the void.
There are eight such temples in total, far away from the light of the stars, surrounding the Red Earth Star.
The Orbital Temple houses every god known to the Word Bearers.
The Word Bearers have no fixed gods, they are loyal only to Chaos.
They believed those gods were manifestations of chaos, and for this reason, each god had a place in their palace.
A new god was recently added to Erebus.
Yog-Sothoth, the One to whom all things are united.
Through prayer, Erebus' nightmare symptoms were slightly relieved.
However, the terrible scenes still made him suffer.
Erebus sensed no ill will.
His pain came from his awareness of Yog-Sothoth's existence, not from the other party's intentional harm to him.
Just like thunder and storms in nature, they never have any subjective malice.
But the existence of these things has caused the death of countless lives.
"The powers of the Warp are converging, and those foolish mortals are acting according to our plans, sacrificing themselves."
Kor Phaeron, another leader of the Word Bearers, observed the fluctuations of the Warp ether and spoke to the Void Prophet Ashur, a loyal think tank under Abaddon.
"This is exactly what we need." Ashur stared at the celestial ecliptic in front of him with a cruel smile. "With the power of the Great Rift, the entire galaxy will be distorted, and the Unborn and many warriors will follow the will of the Warmaster and land on the Red Earth Star."
He could feel the universe surging beneath the surface of reality, like a sophisticated machine.
Physical space and subspace are one.
They are the two sides of a silver coin.
On the one hand, the movement of celestial bodies is maintained in an orderly manner by boring laws such as basic forces, space-time light cones, etc. This is an orderly world.
The other side is based on emotions and soul, those occasionally emerging thoughts and lost ancient memories. It is a world of disorder.
Chaos will inevitably swallow up reality. This is fate.
No matter what kind of things are, they will go from order to disorder. This is an eternal law.
Now, they are about to witness history.
The destruction of the Nachmond Corridor will begin on the Red Planet.
The human empire will enter a countdown to destruction.
The deaths of the cultists on the Red Earth Star turned into screams and poured into the subspace, and the resulting torrent collided with the ether storm that had already been aroused.
A horrible scene happened.
The huge, bluish-white star that accounted for 95 percent of the galaxy's mass flickered and then dimmed.
The long night has come.
Every loyal imperial soldier on the Red Earth Star felt a shudder in their souls, as if something was standing behind them, blowing on their necks.
Shadows shuttled through the hive, and the darkness gathered at the edge of the fire surged upward, spreading across the walls, swallowing up all forms and dissolving all light.
They cried, roared, and howled, and those horrible sounds were like a strong wind passing through the snow-white skulls left in the wilderness.
"The end."
"die."
"We have returned."
"We are right here with you."
"The end has come."
The first servitor screamed.
The second and the third followed closely.
The lumen lights flickered out, and the creeping shadows spread like a flood bursting through a dam.
In the abandoned factory under the Sterx Hive, Greta and the old woman knelt on the ground devoutly, watching a dark shape taking shape from the darkness.
"Messenger of the gods." The old woman shouted madly.
"You will receive mercy and become part of our Lord."
The monster in the darkness walked out, and the flickering candlelight illuminated its body.
The monster has asymmetrical eyes and four arms curled up on a slender torso.
Each arm ends in a clawed hand.
The lower body is a combination of a snake and a worm.
The body is a nerve made up of scales and thick blood vessels.
The large part of the face is made up of multiple jaws, and the teeth are sharp like steel needles.
There was pure malice in the multiple eyes, and the sound of steel needles rubbing against each other made the dark underground space extremely terrifying.
The appearance of the servant of God overturned the fantasies of the surviving believers.
Along with tragic screams, the bodies of the believers who drank the holy blood began to break apart, and demons walked out of their bodies one by one.
The bright red blood and human body parts stained their bodies made them look extremely terrifying.
Chaos brings only lies.
All that can be given to people is getting used to and enduring pain.
What the Emperor gives is painful.
However, the truth about the gods is far more horrifying.
Guilliman's description of the horror and malevolence of Chaos was not even one ten-thousandth of the truth they saw.
A scream filled with regret rang out, but it was too late.
The demons devoured the flesh, blood, and souls of these ignorant fools with hideous laughter.
The terrifying darkness emerged from beneath the ground of each hive.
There are so many fools everywhere who think they are right, who see the truth about the Empire, and who want to embrace a new era with better air.
They constantly magnified the shortcomings of the Empire, distorted Guilliman's thoughts, and self-righteously saw the entire galaxy clearly.
They are humble and cowardly and hate the empire, but they also desire to use the power of other forces to obtain the so-called freedom and new era they want.
The darkness swallowed everything, including the cowardice of these fools.
The priest went mad in the darkness and the machine slaves fell into chaos.
Those huge machines were destroyed by monsters that emerged from the darkness.
As the light in the sky disappeared, the prismatic shield lights also disappeared, leaving only the empty sky.
The shield covering the entire world, which had gathered many of the empire's advanced technologies, was shut down just like that.
The Chaos side accomplished this feat without firing a single shot; they only relied on the assistance of the traitors.
The moment the shield light disappeared, subspace cracks appeared everywhere on the Red Earth Star.
Countless demons and traitors poured out from them and attacked the hive cities.
Caught off guard, the Imperial troops lost their positions one after another and were forced to retreat to the inner cities of each hive city.
Fortunately, the imperial troops were well-trained and did not cause any chaos or casualties. Even the civilians had already been evacuated.
The Chaos side won victory after victory, conquering cities and territories, and their momentum of advancement was extremely fierce.
Hong Suo was also shocked when he heard the news.
He himself didn't expect it to be so smooth.
Bypassed the terrifying void defense system.
The Chaos Army pierced directly into the Red Earth Star like a sharp sword, causing the human empire's various defense lines to collapse.
At the very beginning, the empire lost more than 90 percent of its positions.
This is definitely a dragon attack on the face, we’re sure to win!
The capture of Terra and the destruction of the Corpse King are just around the corner.