Pieces of twisted energy tore through the night.
The entire planet was enveloped in a dark purple light.
Horrible dark clouds, twisted into countless weird shapes that could not be accepted by mortals, rolled across the sky.
The sky is weeping, and the unearthly ocean is pouring out a torrent of ether.
Impure energy permeates everything.
Countless shadows and monsters roared and shouted crazily.
The sky became transparent, revealing an unimaginable and terrifying appearance. A giant spherical eye as big as a mountain and terrifying monsters that only appeared in the dreams of madmen overlooked the entire starry sky.
Even the craziest artist would have difficulty expressing the horror and blasphemy of the scene.
The world of Cadia is no longer on the plane of reality, having been dragged into the Vast Ocean by the enemies of the Empire.
The sky became transparent, emitting a strange light. Everything was so horrible, unimaginable, and indescribable.
In such a horrific environment, the empire's warriors are still advancing bravely and fighting with all their might.
The Blood Angels know no fear.
They fought with all their might.
"For the Holy Emperor," Dante roared. "The Sons of Baal will never betray the Holy Blood."
His blade shone brightly in the dark world.
Four Primaris upgrades gave him the power to kill gods.
Let his body surge with endless power of war.
Nothing can defeat him.
Nothing can stop him.
Dante frantically killed everything he saw.
The strongest think tank, Mephiston, and the chief priest, Astorius, followed closely behind him.
They waved their scepters and shouted the oaths they had uttered countless times.
Slashing at any monsters and enemies that dared to charge at them.
Use the weapons in your hands to knock them down, hack them, and chop them into pieces.
"For the world we desire." Mephiston roared.
A huge ball of electricity was concentrated in his hand.
When he pressed down suddenly, he created a sea of thunder with a radius of thousands of meters, covering all the demons in the range.
The cries of pain continued to be heard.
They are all emitted by the devil.
The terrible psychic power tore their bodies apart, turning them into ashes in the rage of the Son of Holy Blood.
The shrill cry was filled with the despair and fear that made the demon despair.
The Heart of the Empire gave him the ability to manipulate psionic magic at will.
All kinds of violent thunder and flames were released from his hands.
Tear those demons apart and smash those aliens into pieces.
The Blood Angels march forward.
No monsters or enemies can stop them.
Dark thunder fell from the sky.
A huge deep hole was left on the ground.
Dante dodged the terrible blow with his agility.
A monster wearing armor and a cloak descended from the sky holding a thunder hammer.
"I am a god of Asgard, mortal." The monster said, "Put down your weapons and surrender to me."
"Die, monster." Dante's answer was simple and straightforward.
"Dark rage, blood thirst." Dante, wielding the giant sword, roared silently in his heart.
The bloodthirst and the black rage have long been considered the curse of the sons of Sanguinius.
But after Guilliman took control of the Empire, both became the unique abilities and talents of the Blood Angels.
Only they can harness the terrifying increase in blood thirst and black rage.
Following Dante's inner cry.
Endless rage and thirst for blood overwhelmed the imperial hero.
Dante's eyes turned red, and then completely black.
The fangs grew out instantly.
Becoming extremely terrifying.
But his combat power also increased several times in an instant.
The terrifying aura it exuded was enough to terrify even the cancerous monster that had already lost itself.
Driven by his will, the weapon in his hand also emitted a glow that was a mixture of arcane and power fields.
Dante leaped up and let out a low roar.
The blow hit the opponent's thunder hammer.
The heavy force made the cancerous Thor tremble.
While the other party hasn't reacted yet.
He kicked out again, kicking the opponent hundreds of meters away.
Thor's heavy body crashed into the group of monsters.
Dante rushed forward, making a strange roar.
"I have pledged my life to the Holy Emperor, monster. Nothing can defeat the Son of Bhaal, and nothing can save you, monster."
Dante roared those words like a wild animal.
The dark eyes look like those of a demon.
After the cancerous Thor blocked a few attacks with the thunder hammer in his hand, he fell into a desperate situation where he was unable to hold on.
Even for gods, facing a Primaris warrior who has undergone four Primaris enhancements, the gap between them cannot be made up by courage and bravery.
The thunder hammer in the cancerous Thor's hand flew out.
Dante swung the sword in his hand and chopped off the opponent's head.
His blade is filled with the power bestowed by the Holy Emperor, as well as the power brought by human technology.
The cancerous Thor burned as he howled.
The raging fire reduced it to ashes.
When everything calmed down, only a pile of ashes remained in the battlefield.
A so-called god was killed just like that.
Mephiston and Astorius next to Dante also found their own opponents.
Holding weapons, he fought hard against those cancerous monsters.
The Son of Holy Blood will never surrender to those pathetic monsters.
No enemy can bring them to their knees.
These powerful warriors fought bravely without regard for their own safety.
Heading towards the final fortress.
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The battles in which the Blood Angels participated were unprecedentedly fierce.
It would be a mistake to think that there is only one place like that.
The same brutal battle broke out in every corner where the eye could be seen.
Countless imperial warriors were fighting bloody battles.
There were sounds of shouting and fighting everywhere.
As the flashes continued to appear, the pressure on the empire's enemies grew greater.
Chapters like the Space Wolves and the Salamanders all encountered their own difficulties.
Under Logan's leadership, the wild wolves unabashedly used their second-order combat form, transforming into werewolves and reaping the enemies of the empire.
The same is true for other chapters. In order to win this battle, they will not hesitate to make any sacrifice.
The cries of the Imperial loyalists rang out from every corner of the planet Cadia.
The double-headed eagle flag appeared everywhere.
This is an all-out war.
Countless imperial troops attacked the enemy from all directions.
The flashes of transmission continued.
The empire's warriors and war vehicles also emerged from the light in an endless stream.
In the end, all the troops headed towards the central area where the darkness was the thickest.
The two Primarchs, Ryan and Dorn, were the first to notice the abnormality in the central area.
They thought their brother must have been taken there.
While gathering the scattered troops, they led the charge towards the central fortress.
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A terrifying beast was crawling towards them from the horizon.
They are as huge as mountains and have strange legs.
A large number of tentacles stretched out from the disgusting and bloated body, dancing wildly in the air.
The whole body exudes the stench of a grave.
When it ran, the whole world trembled slightly because of its heavy body.
The crying and howling of a young goat was filled with unspeakable blasphemies and curses.
They tried to pounce on the Empire's mortal forces, using their own size and the power of the curse they carried to inflict a heavy blow to the Empire's mortals.
However, when they were halfway there.
Suddenly there was a loud explosion in the sky.
"The hour of revenge has come. Weep at the feet of men."
Six giant Titans fell from the sky, like gods of war, carrying an inviolable divine power.
After many improvements and upgrades.
Titan is no longer as bloated as it used to be.
It has a streamlined mechanical torso and can be transformed into flying state and land combat state at will.
The material it is made of is a combination of active metals and neutron star-level density materials.
Not only is its hardness amazing, it also has unimaginable recovery capabilities.
Equipped with a high-strength void shield that can transfer all physical and magical attacks into the void.
In addition, there are various terrifying abilities.
Brief time manipulation, a special protective shield based on quantum uncertainty, and instantaneous jumps without cooling time.
The neural embedding device allows the Empire's Titan pilots to use their mechas with ease.
Let the heavy and huge Titan mecha become their second body.
These capabilities have greatly enhanced the combat effectiveness of Titan.
Recently, the Empire has even been studying the use of summoned Titans, utilizing the subspace and microcosm, as well as Imperial space technology, to create a traveling space or transport channel for them to store their Titans in.
Summon it when necessary.
This can greatly reduce consumption and allow operators to be on standby at all times.
It can also improve combat efficiency.
Allow the Titan Legion to exert more advantages.
Operators can summon their Titans from anywhere on the planet or even in the universe.
The Titans stand proudly on the battlefield.
The blessed power spear mounted on his arm shines with arcane brilliance.
Aini, the mistress of the Jiaoyang Titan Legion, roared while controlling her mecha.
In front of her was a terrifying beast running wildly.
As huge and terrifying as mountains, those dancing tentacles are the greatest blasphemy and offense to the creatures in the real universe.
Such strange creatures should not exist in reality.
Aenea and her Titan have become one.
The anthropomorphic Titan mecha possesses unimaginable great power, and truly becomes a war maniac and angel of judgment in the hands of the God of All Machines.
Aniya pushed the reactor to full power, tightened every hydraulic pipe, and released terrible heat from the huge exhaust vents on both sides of the back.
The giant power spear mounted on the arm crackled, and the dancing arcs of electricity were bright and dazzling.
Nothing can stop these angels of judgment.
When the terrifying beast entered Aniya's attack range.
She took action.
The power spear thrust out with unimaginable force, enough to shatter mountains and rivers.
It pierced into the bodies of those wriggling monsters, piercing through them.
It let out a painful scream.
The hydraulics of the mechanical arm contracted at her will, lifting the heavy monster.
The other robotic arm used the Titan ion weapon mounted on it to burn it.
Just like skewers.
The monster howled as it waved its disgusting and slimy tentacles, lashing at the shiny shell of the Angel of Judgment.
The shell made of neutron star material is the hardest thing in the universe.
The nuclei of atoms were crushed.
The density is so high that planets and normal steel seem as fragile as tofu in front of it.
Such actions are extremely inconsistent with the needs of war, but they can bring unexpected deterrent effects.
The beast howled as its huge body was pierced by the power spear. The arcane runes engraved on it destroyed its recovery ability and continued to intensify its pain.
The terrifying ion flame made its body emit a crackling sound and made it wail continuously.
The other Titan mechas fought around Aenea.
The Knights were also operating their small mechas to charge.
Use repeated sprints to pierce groups of enemies onto the spear of the Knight Mech.
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The White Scar cavalry, wielding scimitars, rushed out from the light on their speeding motorcycles amidst roars of excitement.
Corsaro led the eagles of Chogorius to charge.
Fix the huge scimitars on both sides of the hoverbike, then rush towards the enemy camp. The sharp scimitars will harvest those monsters like cutting straw.
Wait until you have broken through the enemy's formation, then turn around and try again.
This scene made all the speed freaks under Uffer scream.
They abandoned their boss and rode on motorcycles to race against the White Scars cavalry.
The sound of WAAAAAAAAGH was heard constantly.
There were so many speed monsters that the White Scar warriors considered it for a while before ignoring them and letting them follow behind them.
A moment later, the speed cavalry expanded into a terrifying torrent.
Countless weird guys followed White Scar in racing.
"WAAAAAAAAGH."
"WAAAAAAAAGH."
"WAAAAAAAAGH."
Ufo didn't care about this and was immersed in his own battle.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAGH." He let out a deafening roar.
He wielded the huge machete in his hand and smashed the undead and monsters into pieces.
The other orc boys were also very excited.
The guns in their hands kept firing.
Even those little brats were holding weapons, charging forward, wanting to win, wanting to WAAAGH.
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The battlefield was in full swing with fierce fighting everywhere.
Countless monsters were chopped down.
The Empire's large army marched towards the central fortress.
Victory is already determined.
All the troops were holding their breath, eager to plant their flags on the giant fortress and declare their victory.
The battle inside the central fortress is still going on.
Guilliman's body was emitting light, and his huge body was fighting against enemies from all sides.
He responded to Horus's attack with continuous and brisk steps.
The Emperor's sword was put to good use.
The raging flames grew brighter and brighter, illuminating the darkness flowing around them.
After blocking the heavy hammer, Guilliman released a psychic lightning, which killed a cancerous hero who looked like a werewolf and had sharp claws extended from his hands next to a Primaris warrior.
Saving the other person is not only a reward for kindness and the other person's loyalty, but also a consideration for your own safety.
Guilliman was naturally well aware of the Primaris warriors' loyalty to him.
When necessary, they will die for themselves without hesitation.
That way, you will be able to get rescued when you are in danger.
"Take care of yourself first!" Horus roared angrily when he saw Guilliman dare to distract himself to save others.
Guilliman swung his sword and a raging flame came out, forcing it away.
"I'm sorry, but you're too weak."
"I hope you can be as stubborn as ever later." Horus roared, "Pay the price, mortal. You have no idea of the horror of the universe. Just because you picked up a shell, does that mean it is the entire ocean?"
"It does not take much to know how big the ocean is to catch a fish foolish enough to wash ashore," Guilliman retorted sarcastically, "Yog-Sothoth, you are a fool. You are of no use other than bullying pathetic mortals."
The two men's weapons collided with a loud bang, releasing enough energy to destroy the entire planet.
The area where they fought was filled with the smell of fire and ozone.
The whole earth was shaking.
Odin, a cancerous creature covered in wriggling flesh, rushed out from the side.
In his hand he held a spear that was surrounded by black light.
Two hairless falcons with sharp claws shining with cold light swooped down from the sky, trying to harass Guilliman.
Once again, Horus's hammer was swung away.
Guilliman swung and slashed at the cancerous Odin.
With just one strike, the spear in the opponent's hand was cut off.
The sword cut through the armor of the Lord of the Nine Realms.
The raging flames directly engulfed it.
Odin let out a shrill wail.
The raging flames were like a cancer in the bone, burning his flesh and soul.
Flesh and blood flowed like melting candles.
The exposed skeleton turned charred in just a few seconds.
The cancerous Thanos also rushed forward.
His only weapon was a glove with five holes in it.
The gloves emit an intense glow.
His body was no less impressive than Guilliman's, just as tall, just as terrifying, and just as strong.
As a member of the Eternal Clan, he possesses immortality and near-godlike powers.
Legend has it that they are a perfect race created by the gods.
No one knows whether this rumor is true.
After all, the gods in their parallel universe have been slaughtered.
The head and body were made into warships and fortresses.
Guilliman rammed the opponent with the glove of his other hand.
With the terrible impact, the cancerous Thanos flew back at a speed thousands times faster than before.
He was simply unable to resist the reverse impact force caused by the collision of weapons.
The whole person shot out like a cannonball, and his heavy body hit the wall covered with flesh and blood, creating big holes with a rumbling sound.
No one is a match for Guilliman.
Even if they joined forces, they were nothing more than chickens and dogs that could be crushed at will and would be vulnerable to any attack.
The cancerous Phoenix girl flew up.
There was a terrifying light in her eyes.
The naked body is shrouded in the heart-stirring power of the Phoenix.
This is the most primitive force that created the universe.
It can travel through time and space at will, directly absorbing all the energy that falls on the host, and even absorbing the opponent's life energy.
She gathered the power of the Phoenix into her hands and unleashed it towards Guilliman, attempting to erase him from reality.
Guilliman took a casual step and left his original position.
When he reappeared, he was already standing behind the Phoenix Girl.
The strong and powerful palm covered with heavy armor has already grasped the Phoenix Girl's head.
By the time the Phoenix Girl felt the pain, her head and torso had already been cut apart by the Emperor's Sword.
The surging power of the Phoenix gushed out, trying to save its host, but Guilliman directly crushed its head.
The scorching flames ignited the remains of the Phoenix Girl.
The outpouring power of the Phoenix was ignited like natural gas.
Dr. Banner, in his angry form, has a terrifying body that contains the power to shatter stars with one punch.
He came running at them, holding a massive weapon similar to that used by the other Primaris.
However, before he could get close to Guilliman, he was engulfed by a bolt of fire, and his flesh and soul were burned to ashes.
Horus's expression turned extremely ugly.
It took a lot of thought.
The result is still the same.
How could this damn mortal possess such terrifying power in the real universe.
He rushed forward again, swinging the huge hammer.
As Guilliman swung his sword to block, a terrifying shock wave erupted.
The battle between the two sides was extremely fierce, and the reaction time of each other was in milliseconds.
However, Horus was ultimately one step short.
Guilliman's blade slashed across his shoulder.
It was as easy as a burning knife cutting through butter.
The sharp blade pierced into the opponent's arm.
The raging flames burned the opponent's body.
"It seems that you still lose, Yog-Sothoth." Guilliman drew out his blade and taunted before the opponent's hammer came over.
Horus screamed in agony.
His men were also panicked.
The three Primaris warriors shouted excitedly.
They also knocked down the cancerous heroes who stood in their way and chopped their bodies into pieces.
Horus stumbled back, and Guilliman struck again.
The Emperor's sword pierced through the opponent's chest.
Its wailing voice echoed throughout the huge fortress.
The severe pain made Horus no longer able to hold the giant hammer, and it fell to the ground with a dull sound.
The shining light quickly dimmed and returned to its original appearance.
As Guilliman drew his blade, Horus fell to his knees helplessly.
The huge head hung down like a mortal about to be executed.
Guilliman wanted to step forward and deal the final blow to the incarnation of Yog-Sothoth.
A slight pain came from his waist.
Turning his head, he saw that a dark figure with a reflection of the glittering starry sky was standing beside Guilliman.
The opponent's pitch-black sword stabbed into his waist.
Although the wound was not deep, infinite dark power surged into Guilliman's body, destroying his cells and soul.
Guilliman waved his hand and knocked the opponent away.
The dark shadowy body with brilliant stars flowing through it exploded under Guilliman's furious blow.
It was ignited as it splashed and burned into nothingness.
"You are too happy too soon, mortal." Horus rushed over, and the claws installed on his other hand ruthlessly pierced into Guilliman's body.
The vicious curse contained in the giant claws confronted the energy in Guilliman's body, and a violent roar broke out, even drowning out the noise of the battlefield.
The claws pierced Guilliman's armor.
It chiseled into Guilliman's flesh, leaving horrific wounds.
The deep red blood of the king splashed out.
Since his time traveling across time, Guilliman had never been injured so badly.
The intense pain made him groan involuntarily.
The barbs of the claws tore through large chunks of muscle.
The vicious curse seared his bones.
Amid Horus's excited roar, Guilliman was suddenly lifted up and then thrown away.
The heavy body fell to the ground, rolled several times, and smashed a blasphemous statue before it came to a stop.
The Emperor's Sword fell beside him, losing his power, and the burning flames slowly disappeared.
Horus picked up his hammer again.
That terrifying grin appeared again on that perfect face.
The shadow in the darkness screamed with excitement.
They look forward to Guilliman's death.
Hoping that the terrible fear would go away.
They hope that the terrible human empire will decline and become their paradise once again.
The three Primaris shouted in terror, their voices filled with fear and grief.
They tried to get rid of their enemies and save their lord at any cost, even if they got injured.
However, the cancerous monsters attacked and obstructed them like crazy.
Horus strode forward.
He raised his hammer, ready to deliver the final blow to Guilliman.
"Do you really think you can challenge an omniscient and omnipotent being? You are just a lowly native, a foolish mortal. I am the one who has the last laugh."
Horus showed a triumphant expression.
"You are wrong. I am the one who laughs last."
As the words fell, Horus felt a sharp pain.
The trident covered with strange patterns pierced into his back and then came out from his chest.
Guilliman's attack just now had already caused Horus to suffer heavy damage.
Now this halberd took away his last bit of life and strength.
The cancer monsters, who were originally excited and looking forward to the final victory, looked at this scene in amazement.
No one could have guessed how things would turn out like this!
Horus turned his head with difficulty.
Abaddon, whom he had previously treated as a slave and waste, stood behind him.
The halberd that pierced his body was held in the opponent's hand.
The strange patterns on the halberd possess an unknown power that could harm even the soul of an omniscient and almighty being.
"Surprise, idiot." Abaddon smiled, "I have tolerated you for a long time, you know!
"Lan
All the forbearance is for this moment.
Being mocked as waste by the cancerous army.
Forced by the green-skinned orcs to give way.
Endure the humiliation of these people with humiliation.
Now, it's all paid off.
"How dare you!" Horus' eyes were filled with surprise and anger.
This link clearly did not exist in the fate he had glimpsed, why did it happen like this!
Lan
"Go away, the winner is me, the Great Plunderer - Abaddon. Remember to be respectful next time you see me, idiot."
In full view of everyone, Abaddon exerted force, pulled the halberd out of the opponent's body, and then stabbed it back into him.
Yog-Sothoth fell, cut down by the one he had once despised and looked down upon.
The cancerous monsters watched this scene and then let out a shrill scream.
They swarmed over him, trying to save Horus and tear Abaddon apart.
A strange flash of light appeared at this moment.
Vashtor, Hongsuo, Huron and others walked out in the light, along with carefully crafted mechanical puppets.
The mechanical puppet's eyes emitted a strange red light, and the weapons in its hands easily pierced the bodies of the cancerous monsters, chopping them into pieces.
Their arrival completely changed the original situation.
The cancerous monsters were defeated one after another in the face of overwhelming mechanical puppets.
The control of the situation fell into Abaddon's hands.
"Hahaha, I am the final winner." Abaddon stepped on the head of Yog-Sothoth's clone. This idiot dared to name himself after his genetic father. It was an unforgivable crime.
Abaddon raised his halberd high and thrust it hard into the opponent's chest.
He leaned over to look at Guilliman, his eyes revealing a mocking look.
"I am the victor. Your time is over, Guilliman."
Abaddon's voice was rough.
The mechanical puppets have firm control over the situation.
Yog-Sothoth was crushed under his feet.
Numerous cancerous monsters were also blocked.
There is nothing anyone can do to stop the great predators anymore.
"Surrender to me. I can spare your life." Abaddon looked at Guilliman and whispered, "Thank me for my mercy and generosity, and be excited about it."
"Dream on." Guilliman tried to stand up.
"It's as expected." Abaddon smiled and said, "Then you can't blame me."
Abaddon drew out the demonic sword Drachanion.
The other party was screaming excitedly.
Eager to drink the blood of a human master.
"Your legend ends here," Abaddon said, his voice slow and steady. "So does your empire."
Abaddon laughed wildly.
The next second, his laughter stopped.
The smile froze on his face.
He looked down with an incredible look and found a sword appeared in his chest.
It went through his chest and pierced his main heart.
He turned around with difficulty and looked at the man who dared to attack him.
The other person was wearing a suit of black armor, with an unsheathed sword on his back and two guns etched with intricate patterns hanging on his waist.
The fully enclosed helmet blocked the other person's face.
All you can see is the red light emanating from the eyes.
That was the helmet's visual enhancement device, not the other person's gaze.
The sword in the other person's hand was obviously the same as the trident he obtained from the ruins of that ancient civilization.
Possesses mysterious and unknown powers.
His body was weakening, and his strength was draining away like a flood breaking through a dam.
"Who are you?" Abaddon finally realized the anger of Yog-Sothoth's clone.
There is only one step left to victory.
But it was suddenly taken away.
"I am Alpharius." The other party said in a low voice.
"You are not Alpha!" Abaddon said weakly. He was just ambushed, but his brain was not broken.
He was wary of those guys and knew Alpha's ways well.
The guy in front of me acts very much like the Son of Hydra, but there are subtle differences.
"How clever! You are worthy of being a great predator. But it's a pity that there is no reward even if you guess correctly."
"Who are you?" Abaddon roared, and suddenly pushed the other person away.
Blood spurted out from the wound.
Abaddon let out a wail of pain.
The man stepped back, drew out his two guns at lightning speed, and shot at everyone.
His marksmanship was extremely accurate.
The target of the shooting was obviously well thought out.
He chose targets next to those Primaris warriors, allowing them to escape from the enemy and rescue their lord.
"I am the son of Caliban, the guardian of the abyss, the explorer of truth, and the human wandering in the darkness. You can call me Lord Cypher."
ps: I drank too much and slept until twelve o'clock. I hurriedly modified and uploaded it. This chapter is considered to be yesterday. Sorry.