Declaring someone dead in front of a god is undoubtedly a huge provocation.
If he remained indifferent to being humiliated like this by a mortal, I am afraid that his dignity as a god would be completely destroyed.
When Clovis said he wanted to exterminate the God of Blood.
The God of Blood roared furiously.
The air is like a calm pond into which a stone has been thrown.
Visible sound waves were released in front of the God of Blood.
The terrifying force caused the entire space to shake.
Waves of blood rolled as endless divine power gushed out, pouring down like an endless sea of blood that had burst a dam, filling the entire bloody space.
The infinite power turned into a huge wave of blood and rushed towards Clovis and his group.
Endless wails were heard in the blood waves.
The blood-red waves transformed into faces of despair and pain, all of which were the creatures and players who had been sacrificed in the past.
Tortured for eternity, trapped in the Blood God's realm, becoming his plaything and pawn for his amusement.
"I swear to seize your soul and place it in eternal purgatory. You will never be freed until the moment of decay of all things."
The God of Blood uttered a vicious curse with his fang-filled mouth, venting his terrible rage that was enough to burn the world.
Clovis acted as if he didn't care.
So what if the other party is a god
He sincerely serves the holy, bright, omniscient and omnipotent Emperor of the Empire.
His strong faith made him fearless.
Even when facing a terrifying false god, he could swing his sword firmly without wavering.
A wave of blood swept towards Clovis and his group.
The Grand Master raised his hands and recited the prayer text.
Using the power of the rules of the Heart of the Empire, he distorted the raging blood waves, causing them to dissipate into a misty blood fog.
His teammates couldn't do that.
They had only barely completed the third generation of upgrades, so it was still a bit difficult for them to face an angry god.
The two warriors were caught up in the terrible blood wave, and their heavy bodies were swept into the bloody tide.
If it weren't for the sturdy power armor that absorbed the impact, there would also be the Heart of the Empire's ability to distort the rules and protect itself.
I'm afraid they will be crushed to death by the God of Blood.
The blood waves piled up one after another, each one stronger than the last.
Clovis stood still like a reef in the sea. The blood waves turned into dispersing blood mist when they approached him.
Clovis' comrades were swept away by the blood wave, and they managed to hold on with the protection of the Heart of the Empire and the power armor.
Used the blood wave to separate Clovis' battle brothers.
The God of Blood no longer wasted his divine power, but rushed straight towards the Grand Master.
As a god, the God of Blood knew very well that he could not defeat the opponent by relying on witchcraft or other tricks.
The other party possesses the ability to dissipate the power of ether.
Even if his divine power was enough to crush the stars, he could not shake the opponent in the slightest.
The waves can wipe out the sand castles on the beach, but they cannot wipe out the stones on the beach.
Only by using the most primitive method can the other party be killed.
The body of the God of Blood grew larger, and its tentacles became hard and strong, as if covered with a layer of black scales.
The tip was still flashing with a strange blood light, and it danced casually in the air a few times, and then there was a whooshing sound of breaking through the air.
Several tentacles turned into sharp spikes and suddenly stabbed towards Clovis.
Clovis dodged several tentacles.
He then used the magic sword in his hand to block the terrifying attack of one of the tentacles.
The collision between the two sent out sparks.
The power field and the strange blood light intertwined together, making crackling sounds.
The servo system of the power armor made a wailing sound, and it had to be run at full capacity to remove all the force and prevent it from breaking apart.
"I despise you, pathetic false god," Clovis roared, "and you will be purified by the wrath of the great emperor."
The Blood God towers over even a Grey Knight in full armor and four Primaris upgrades.
Hearing Clovis' roar, the Blood God's strange, smooth head lowered slightly, as if there were eyes on it.
"Let your dog emperor die." The God of Blood spoke angrily, roaring from his fang-filled mouth.
The God of Blood released a sound wave, but after Clovis dodged it, he swung his tentacles and chopped down again.
Clovis used his spatial ability to move himself away and avoided the opponent's attack again.
The blood-colored space began to shake due to the terrifying blow from the God of Blood.
Clovis seized this opportunity, used his time ability to slow down the movement of things around him, then jumped up and chopped off the opponent's head with the magic sword in his hand.
The God of Blood was not affected by Clovis' time ability for long.
As soon as the stagnation occurred, the opponent got rid of the influence of the slowed-down time flow and regained normal movement ability.
Gods who have stayed in the subspace for a long time have their own unique time field. When they enter the real universe, they simply adjust their own time flow rate to be consistent with the flow rate of the real universe, and will not be affected by the time field of the main universe or other creatures.
The ability to control time is extremely lethal to creatures that are caught up in the time of the real universe, but it has little effect on those creatures that have their own time force field.
It's like some scabby economic sanctions can cause a devastating blow to companies that rely on the global industrial chain, but have little damage to those companies that own the entire industrial chain.
The Blood God, who regained his mobility, dodged Clovis' attack.
However, his body was too large, and even if he got rid of the influence of the slow flow of time, it was difficult for him to completely avoid Clovis's fierce attack.
The magic sword cut into his shoulder covered with a scarlet robe.
The demon in the sword howled with excitement and bit the soul of the God of Blood.
The God of Blood let out a painful roar.
His tentacles waved wildly.
One of them hit Clovis and sent him flying through the stone gate, breaking the ancient, blood-stained stone pillars.
The God of Blood entered the castle through the stone gate.
Being severely injured by a mortal made him even more angry, and he could only relieve the depression in his heart by crushing the other party to ashes.
The tentacles once again attacked the fallen Clovis, but the Grand Master dodged the attack again.
While dodging, he pulled the trigger.
The high-speed explosive bomb caught the God of Blood off guard.
The special substances in it are extremely harmful to spiritual essence and divinity.
The blood god was in great pain and his blood kept flowing.
Clovis seized the opportunity and cut off one of the opponent's tentacles.
The divine blood that shone with glory spurted out from the wound, making a sizzling sound as it fell to the ground.
"Mortal." The God of Blood roared to the sky, and visible sound waves came out of his mouth.
The entire huge castle began to shake.
Buildings collapsed like building blocks.
Clovis was knocked away again and crashed into the wall.
Even with the protection of the Heart of the Empire, Clovis still felt as if his internal organs were displaced, most of his bones were broken, and even the servo system of the armor made painful wails.
"Go to hell, mortal, you will be cursed by me forever."
The God of Blood transformed his tentacles into weapons shining with blood and stabbed at Clovis.
Bang! Bang!
Psychic flames flickered in the air as the bolters fired.
The bomb exploded on the body of the God of Blood.
The psychic flames ignited him as well.
The several combat brothers who had just been knocked away climbed up again.
The God of Blood was beaten back again and again.
Clovis struggled to get up, raised the Demon Sword, and limped forward.
Amid the demon's excited scream, he thrust the sword into the back of the opponent, piercing his heart.
The God of Blood let out waves of painful wails, and his huge body trembled continuously.
The demon gnawed at his soul, and blood gushed out along the blade of the sword.
The God of Blood waved his tentacles and knocked Clovis away.
The other battle brothers opened fire one after another, and the bombs kept exploding on the body of the Blood God, making him wail continuously.
The huge body swayed left and right.
The divine blood gushed out and spilled on the ground.
His mind was overwhelmed by the pain and he could only follow his instinct and attack indiscriminately.
Clovis dodged the attack of the tentacles, grabbed the hilt of the sword again, and slashed it hard, cutting half of the body of the God of Blood in half.
Then he turned the sword and chopped at the opponent's tentacles used to support the body.
Amidst roars of impotence and rage, the God of Blood finally couldn't hold on and fell to the ground.
The other battle brothers all rushed forward, hitting with explosive bombs and chopping, stabbing and cracking with their weapons, turning the Blood God into a bloody mess and screaming in agony.
"Quick, kill him."
"Kill him."
"Kill him."
The demon in the sword was shaking with excitement, encouraging Clovis to kill the gods.
"This is the fate of heretics." Clovis limped forward. He felt waves of pain in his body, but he suppressed it with his strong will. He raised his magic sword and shouted, "This is the fate of being an enemy of the empire. All false gods who dare to hinder the great cause of the emperor will suffer the same fate."
As he spoke, Clovis's blade whizzed down and cut off the head of the God of Blood.
Blood with brilliant divine light suddenly spurted out.
The Blood God's limbs began to struggle, as if fighting against eternal nothingness.
After a moment, it stopped struggling and completely lost its life.
The body was ablaze with flames.
Divinity, spiritual essence, soul, flesh and blood all turned into fuel for the fire of destruction and turned into flying ashes.
A god died just like that.
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All of us are mortal.
Grom, who had rushed over without time to rest, stood in front of his aging friend.
The other party is already at the moment of death.
The natural aging of the body has reached an irreversible level.
But the other party was still holding on, as if he still had some unfulfilled wishes, so he did not accept the emperor's embrace for a long time and went to the eternal kingdom to sleep.
There was a hint of invisible sadness on Grom's resolute face.
The once beautiful woman has faded.
The Empire's genetic technology can only extend the lifespan of individuals with strong souls.
Those with fragile souls need to enter the emperor's realm and sleep until their souls are revitalized, then they can reshape their bodies and be active in the real universe.
This is a different kind of death.
It means they may never meet again.
Even as the empire continued, the Holy Emperor continued to lead them.
The alternating sleeping and waking times of the two will also be staggered.
The memories of both parties will become blurred over time.
After thousands or tens of thousands of years, the emotional bond between them may disappear completely.
For the people of the empire, sleeping is undoubtedly another form of eternal farewell.
Forcing oneself to survive is also something that the empire does not allow.
It will bring crisis to the continuation of the entire race.
Those demons are the best example.
Not all of the lifeless beings in the Warp were born from the emotions of living creatures. Some of them are races that have achieved ascension and transcendence.
Now, they have all turned into hateful monsters that are eager to suck the pain and souls of others.
Immortality is not a difficult thing for a race that has mastered genetic technology.
By using genetic technology to modify the genetic material that controls cell division, we can fight aging and death.
The question is whether the soul can bear it.
The soul is an extremely special existence.
The joint efforts of soul and flesh create a complete person.
Flesh and blood need food, and the soul also desires various emotional stimulations and fillings.
A very vivid example is the Dark Eldar.
Comoros' various horrific torture instruments and gladiatorial arenas are essentially all about filling one's own emptiness by torturing other creatures, and the same principle applies to prolonging one's lifespan.
The lifespan of the Blood Orcs is often extremely astonishing, and the years they have lived are measured in tens of thousands.
It is to torture those guys through various extreme means so that one's soul can get enough food and stay alive.
The longer a creature lives, the more its humanity will be eroded.
Craving for all kinds of extreme, crazy entertainment that breaks morals and ethics.
In order to fill the emptiness in my heart.
In the end, you will become an existence like the non-living ones.
Possessing immortal life and terrifying power.
But tortured by endless hunger and emptiness.
Every moment it craves to torture those souls and devour flesh and blood to get satisfaction.
If all members of the Empire were immortal, the final outcome would be that they would enter the Warp and become demons.
Guilliman became the new Chaos God, and the people of the Empire became his demonic minions, forming a new whole.
In order to avoid such a fate, it is necessary to prevent individuals whose souls are not strong enough from continuing to live.
When the time comes, let their bodies die naturally and send their souls into the firewall to sleep.
This is an unavoidable choice.
Prevent humanity from going crazy and becoming a new demon race.
Grom did not object to such a system, but was saddened by the departure of his good friend.
"I'm glad, Grom, that you can come to see me." The old man raised his head, and his wrinkled face no longer had the fair complexion of the past.
For a woman, the aging of her appearance is unbearable.
The old man was quite calm about it.
Her expression showed a contempt for death and aging.
"You are my friend." Grom said, "The enemies of the Empire have been driven to the Eye of Terror. I have been ordered to return to the home planet to recruit a group of new soldiers and prepare for the final battle to unify the galaxy."
After completing his treatment, Grom has already returned to the front line.
Re-enter the service of the Black Dragon Regiment.
When he left the battlefield, he received news that the female doctor who had assisted him in psychological treatment in the past was dying.
Over the years, he has never cut off contact with the other party.
The occasional correspondence between the two sides brought him great comfort.
The friendship between a Primaris warrior and a mortal female doctor, no matter how you look at it, the two will never become friends.
But fate is so ingenious.
The female doctor became Grom's close friend.
Through her long-term research on human psychology, the female doctor is always able to point out Grom's confusion and guide him back on the right path.
Let him understand that the meaning of war is not to kill the enemy, but to protect those precious things.
People should not get any pleasure from killing enemies or disrupting order.
To do so would be to fall into the enemy's trap and become a potential corrupter of the Chaos Gods.
Happiness and joy should only come from those beautiful emotions.
Having such a good friend made Grom feel unprecedented peace.
His heart is so strong that no matter how evil he is, he cannot be shaken in the slightest.
However, this good friend has now reached the end of his life.
Her conflicting insight into the evil of human nature and her desire for beauty left her exhausted.
Her soul was drained too early, leaving her exhausted and ultimately unable to pass the life-extending surgery assessment. She was required to die naturally and return to the emperor's arms.
After witnessing all the baseness and meanness of human nature, it is more difficult to remain passionate about your original intention than to kill the enemy.
The female doctor has reached her limit.
If you persist any longer, you may end up walking into darkness.
For this reason, the best option is to end one's life and fall asleep until the moment when the wounds of the soul are healed.
"This is great news. The galaxy will eventually be unified, and the Holy Emperor's glory will shine on every world." The old woman smiled and stretched out her hand.
Grom chose to kneel in front of her, allowing the old hand to touch his scarred face.
Grom caressed the other's face, and the old man shed crystal tears. She paused for a moment before continuing, "In fact, there is one thing I have never been able to say, and that is that I love you, love your strong soul and unyielding faith. I once thought about writing unqualified on your evaluation form so that you would stay."
"Then why didn't you do that?" Grom asked softly.
"I cannot be so selfish. The final destination of a great warrior belongs to the battlefield, to his monarch, and to the people he protects. I cannot keep you here for my own selfish feelings." The old man said softly: "Grom, the person I once fell in love with, I bless you, and may the Holy Emperor protect you forever and keep you from being hurt again."
Grom said nothing.
After the old man spoke the words that had been pent up in his heart for many years, his old hands dropped weakly, accepting the embrace of the Holy Emperor and heading for the eternal kingdom.
The automatic sensing equipment in the room sensed the old man's departure and emitted a low humming sound, as if an invisible machine spirit was sad about the departure of its master who had lived with it for many years.
Grom laid the old man's body flat on the bed, looked at his peaceful face, and sighed softly in his heart.
He didn't speak or make any response.
Instead, he turned and left.
The mother planet is not very close to this place, so he has to save time from other places to come here to see his friend for the last time.
Several warriors from the Black Dragon Regiment were waiting for Grom outside.
"My lord, I don't understand why you would waste so much time to see an old man who is about to die." A battle brother from the Black Dragon Regiment asked in confusion.
Grom walked between them and turned to look at the room.
Several social agency personnel had entered the room, ready to dispose of the body according to standard procedures.
"To remind myself why I fight," Grom whispered, "to remind myself that I am human. Emotions are not weaknesses, they make us stronger."
"Let's go, the Chapter Master is waiting for us."
Grom turned and left.
Just like the way he left after getting the certificate of passing the assessment.
Several battle brothers from the Black Dragon Regiment looked at each other.
“Lord Grom wouldn’t like that woman!
"A recruit asked in a low voice.
"Don't talk nonsense. Lord Grom is a veteran who has served for centuries. I heard that he once served in the Dreadnaught. How could he possibly like an ordinary person with a short lifespan?"
An old soldier retorted to the new recruit in a stern tone.
"If you don't like it, why would you run thousands of light years just to see each other for the last time?"
The new recruits all grumbled in low voices, but finally chose to shut up under the stern gaze of the veterans.
"We serve the great Emperor of the Empire with all our heart and soul, remember that. Mortal desires are of no use to us." The old soldier whispered.
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In a warship covered with traces of blasphemy.
The sound of gunfire continued.
With a distorted and terrifying face, Lucius was knocked away by the powerful and brutal force.
The heavy body hit the flesh-covered bulkhead with a deafening sound.
The gorgeous sword in his hand flew out.
There were several cracks on the sword, and it was only one blow away from breaking.
Even his demon whip was broken.
The Howling Soul Armor on his body that imprisoned thousands of souls was also in tatters, with several dents on it caused by brute force.
Lucius has been killed several times by the Empire.
However, he was reborn thanks to his own mysterious blessing and escaped from the empire's pursuit.
As long as the person who participated in killing Lucius feels a little bit satisfied with killing the other person, Lucius can be resurrected in that person's body.
The key is that the range is also very large.
Even if he was killed by a battleship without its own will.
Every cheering sailor in the battleship will be regarded as his target for resurrection.
The Imperial Inquisition also felt a little helpless about the capabilities of this BUG.
Killing the opponent is easy, the problem lies in the opponent's resurrection.
Using the Soulless to kill the other party will result in the same outcome.
The soulless man was fine, but the one who gave the order suffered.
Lucius was also quite proud of this.
Thanks to the blessing of Prince Joy, he has remained active until now and has not been captured by the empire.
Only this time, there was no longer that perverted smile on his face.
Instead, there was a deep fear.
A huge figure walked towards them step by step from the darkness.
The face covered with wounds made Lucius let out a sound of fear and pain.
"Why do you do this?" Lucius shouted, "As our father, why would you bring destruction upon us?"