The subspace was constantly surging and roaring, violent and chaotic.
The raging storm tore apart the old and broken veil of fate and lies, peeled off the shell of reality, poured out endless waves of ether, and completely destroyed everything.
The ethereal and abominable beings send out their wrath into the void, conveying their desires to the lives in the mortal world.
They use their ever-changing tentacles to entwine back and forth among the stars, dragging those pitiful souls into the abyss of eternal light.
Under a violence that could shatter time, reality trembled, intersecting with the High Heaven through unstable rifts.
Reason was ignited by the evil fire, and the fire spread across the sea of stars and reached the end of doomsday.
This is where reality and fantasy meet.
It's a mixture of nightmare and reality.
Nothing is impossible here.
Those horrific things have even broken people's illusions about convention and rationality.
Eye of Terror.
A place where the physical universe and the warp meet.
From a human perspective, the huge vortex of densely packed stars that the Empire named the Eye of Terror was, as its name suggested, a fierce, glowing eye shining in the vast Milky Way.
Like an evil gem inlaid in the northwest of the galaxy.
This simple realization is all that is needed for many people.
Even in today's open Empire, the history and related knowledge of the Eye of Terror is classified as high-level archives.
Only those who have completed professional studies and passed soul certification can browse the contents.
In many of the universes that the Imperium ventures into, few races and civilizations are aware of the reality of another realm, or simply the Warp.
They either believe the Warp is a chaotic realm inhabited by spirit monsters and demons, or they view it as the stuff of myth and legend.
Some extraordinary civilizations are more rational and regard it as an element, aura, or the source of various supernatural powers.
But no matter what, no living being will deny the horror of the subspace.
It's like the ocean; if you know how to use the weather and currents, it can take you to your destination quickly.
But if you know nothing about it, you still think you can conquer it.
There is only one outcome.
That means being directly swallowed and shattered by the terrifying storm.
The subspace and the real universe originally coexisted in peace, each in its own domain.
Until the fall of the Eldar, leading to an unprecedented crisis.
Their extreme emotions of lust, revelry, etc. are like blood in the warp.
The abominable evil god came after smelling the scent.
The evil god tore a wound in reality, causing the turbulent subspace currents to flow into the real universe along the wound, causing it to fester and turn it into a paradise for demons and a hell for real creatures.
The Eye of Terror has existed since the time of the Great Extinction of the Eldar, and its fierce storm is extremely terrifying.
It has not weakened in the slightest till now.
There exist countless evil worlds, inhabited by Chaos Daemons and Traitor Legions.
Each of them is a mortal enemy of the Empire.
The difference between the roiling distortion storm of the Eye of Terror and other cosmic storms is that it is much larger, much larger, and can tear everything apart.
Navigators must observe the route 24 hours a day and pay attention to those strange ocean currents.
Looking at all crises.
Prevent the starship from being thrown onto an unpredictable route by the turbulent and terrifying warp storm.
Many Navigator families are very secretive about the Eye of Terror. They will turn their ships hundreds of light years away to avoid falling into that terrible hell.
Anyone who is arrogant enough to think he can pass through the Eye of Terror will eventually disappear.
The last news that came back was filled with despair and fear.
The Eye of Terror is the cancer of the real universe.
When Abaddon breached the fortress world of Cadia, the cancer spread.
And now, the spreading tumor is shrinking with the recovery of Cadia.
But it's just as dangerous as ever.
It will devour those enemies who dare to defy it.
At this moment, there was a fleet that looked shabby with the imperial double-headed eagle emblem on its hull sailing in it.
The leading battleship has a large number of gun turrets, sensor towers and laser energy reflecting devices on its surface.
He looks like a fat man who is bloated, covered with patches and scars.
Inside the heavily armored hull, young Fulgrim gazed at the hologram.
Soldiers wearing armor, willing to return to the embrace of the empire and eager to redress their grievances stood around the hall like statues.
They were wearing full body armor and helmets, with red light from their eyepieces shining through from behind.
There was only the slight trembling sound of the servo.
This shows that they are living creatures, not real sculptures.
A sticker with the oath written on it was stuck on the top of the armor.
The road to redemption is long and difficult, with no end in sight.
They use oaths to tell themselves again and again that they need to persevere until the day their duties are over.
Young Fulgrim remained silent, examining the detection instruments and what the navigator saw.
The ship looks shabby, but it has a lot of nice things.
Guilliman threw some usable equipment to them through some secret channels or some deliberately designed coincidences.
Make sure they can complete their tasks better.
Weaken the forces of Chaos.
The detection devices used by the fleet are far more advanced than those used by the Chaos traitors.
It is possible to clearly use subspace or some difficult-to-explain principles to observe all the details within a distance of dozens or hundreds of light years.
On glowing planet after glowing planet, the strangest and most perverse minds manifested themselves before the young Fulgrim's gaze.
Young Fulgrim selected his targets.
Another world will be redeemed.
In the name of the Emperor Guilliman, in the name of the Redeemer.
Young Fulgrim saw a planet whose surface was covered with twisting, roaring factories.
Those factories are running in a weird way.
It's as if they breathe.
The factories seemed like a city-sized monster of metal and stone, brass and steel.
Their pipes, towering into the sky, spew out thick black smoke and flames into the eternal night that envelopes the entire world.
Those factories reshaped the skeleton of the planet.
The filth of the Warp seeps from every crack in the metal atoms, from every pore in the stone.
The entire world has been occupied by traitors and demons, and reshaped by their will.
Holy baptism is needed to cleanse out those damned enemies and transform the entire world.
There were heavy footsteps and the dull sound of servos.
Zahariel walked over from the gate and stood next to young Fulgrim.
In addition to him, there was an Alpha-Kasar wearing black armor, and a loyalist of the Emperor's Children - Aram.
They were scattered around the holographic table.
The faint light illuminated the visors of their helmets.
From a general trend, the Eternal War is a war between the Empire and Chaos.
If you look at it from a local perspective, you can see that this war is actually a mess.
Some people don't want to swear allegiance to a corrupt empire, or to the gods.
They fight for what they believe in.
Some, after realizing the terror of the gods, wanted to return to the side of the Empire, but were not accepted and had to become Lost Warbands.
Many warbands have fought against both the Imperium and Chaos over long periods of time.
Of course, many warbands inevitably end up corrupted, but there are still many strong-minded people active between the Empire and Chaos.
Young Fulgrim's men are all these people.
He promised these men that when they died fighting, they would be accepted by the Holy Emperor and all their past mistakes would be cleansed.
Of course, they cannot enjoy the honor they received during their lifetime.
This is just an effort towards redemption after death.
This promise was fully confirmed when several loyal Thousand Sons sorcerers used their spiritual vision to see the dead warriors being led into the world of light that symbolized Guilliman.
Many lost warriors came from all directions to join Fulgrim the Younger, seeking redemption after death.
They had sided with Chaos and had seen the Chaos Gods for what they were.
When you are in the company of gods, death is the beginning of despair and torture.
Entering the realm of the gods is not a good thing.
Of course, in the eyes of some people who cannot see the truth, the realm of the gods is a beautiful, peaceful paradise.
However, that was just an illusion.
Countless souls are buried in the Gardens of Nurgle and the Crystal Labyrinth.
They either become food for the devil or become slaves.
There is no so-called salvation or heaven in the subspace.
In the realm of eternity, there is only pain and despair.
"This is a world inhabited by a warband." Young Fulgrim pointed to a point of light in the holographic projection and said, "I recognized the emblems of several of these warbands from the Imperial database: the Immaculate Lord, the Extinct Beast, and the Cracked Ones. Apparently, when Abaddon was destroyed and Ryan led the Imperial army to sweep across the Eye of Terror, these warbands were forced to unite together to seek survival."
These war gangs are extremely famous.
Launched a series of plunders on the empire.
A large number of killings were committed.
There were more than a dozen official records of the massacre of entire planets.
The official record should only record the reports that were recorded.
In the era before Guilliman revived, communication between the galaxies was extremely slow, and many planets were massacred by the enemy, and Terra didn't know the situation either.
"Then we shall exterminate them," Zahariel said, "just as we have done before."
Young Fulgrim nodded. "That is right. Exterminating these traitors is our best hope for redemption."
"I can't help but let my sword get a little bloody." Kasar's strange voice came from under the grille of his helmet.
Young Fulgrim was somewhat unsure about the members of the Alpha Legion.
Some evidence suggests that one of the twin primarchs chose loyalty and the other betrayal.
Alpharius is a psychopath who has always believed that only the strong are worthy of surviving to protect the empire.
Thus, he constantly had his offspring test the loyalty of the Empire.
From the blood games that are still popular in the Imperial Guards until now, to the actions of stealing the defense map of Dorne before the siege of Terra, and evacuating with his legion when the siege of Terra was just about to begin.
These actions make the Alpha Legion's betrayal full of mystery.
They purposely kept the traitors and loyalists at equal strength.
I don't want the Empire to win, and I don't want Chaos to win.
The Alpha Legion played an indispensable role in the Eternal War that lasted for thousands of years.
It can be said that they suffered the least losses in the great rebellion.
The games were basically all going in our favor.
Just retreat after the fight.
Young Fulgrim had no intention of seeing whether these Alphas were loyal or not.
No matter how malicious the opponent's intentions are, as long as the opponent's sword is swung at the enemy you want to get rid of, it will be fine.
"Those factories have a lot of artillery, which should be used to target other predators, but they still pose a threat to us." Zahariel looked at the image screen on the holographic podium of the target planet. There were many red dots on it, all of which were defensive measures. "We can't drop close to those factories anymore. The enemy's firepower will tear our ships apart."
Zahariel slid the holographic projection again.
Several huge ships appeared on the image screen.
Static-like beams of light outlined the details of the huge warships.
All of them are full of signs of corruption, twisted flesh, weird tentacles, and eyes filled with endless malice embedded in the bow.
They are an unholy conglomeration of metal and the spirits of the Warp.
Half metal, half demonic.
Like an ancient monster emerging from a nightmare.
The slimy tentacles of the ancient Terra giant squid and the primitive savagery of the deep-sea predators, combined with the technological achievements of mankind in an incomprehensible inhuman wisdom.
Thick, winding tentacles stretched out in all directions, each one capable of sweeping up a cruiser strike ship.
The serrated fangs are extremely sharp and can easily bite through anything in the world.
"They also have void defense forces." Zahariel pointed at the strange ships and said, "These are what we need to pay attention to."
"We will crush them," said Young Fulgrim. "Get your men ready."
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The fleet organized by Fulgrim the Younger looked shabby, but its maneuverability was not bad.
With the deliberate help of the Empire, their ships acquired a lot of good things. Even though they looked ugly, they could not conceal their powerful performance and firepower.
When the order to fight was given.
All the fleets began to rush towards the target in unison.
The Chaos ships turned and opened fire on Fulgrim the Younger's fleet.
The first round of missiles hit.
Small destroyers escorting battleships and cruiser strike ships launched anti-missile weapons to intercept.
The void emitting a strange light immediately produced a series of small-scale explosions.
Then the sound of explosions became a continuous accompaniment to the fleet's advance.
Several torpedoes penetrated the intercepting fire net.
The kinetic energy of their high-speed movements can be even more dangerous than the ammunition they carry.
But the torpedo exploded on the void shield when it was still several hundred meters away from the entire group.
The void shields flickered, diverting vast amounts of destructive energy into the Warp.
Like Fulgrim, he watched the battle without much worry.
Such long-range engagements are never decisive and never cause particularly great damage.
The main tactical sphere showed his fleet formation piercing the enemy's defenses.
He typed a few commands on the operation interface to adjust the position of the fleet.
The raid plan is proceeding in an orderly manner.
Soon, the distance between the two sides was shortened.
The engine lights of enemy ships could even be seen through the hanging windows, and the Chaos ships had already deployed a battle line to try to intercept Fulgrim the Younger's fleet.
With the wisdom and strategy of a Primarch, he observed the enemy's deployment and looked for weaknesses in his defenses.
He could see that there must be a war lord behind the enemy who was in overall command.
Try your best to organize these unruly ships.
Chaos forces always prefer to fight on their own and resist any unified command.
Even with the command of the War Lord, they would not be very obedient.
There is a lack of coordination between them.
Young Fulgrim readily employed Chagatai's maneuvering tactics.
The fleet split in two, with the other half of the ships passing underneath.
This is an ancient cavalry tactic that was further developed by Chagatai.
By luring the enemy head-on, outflanking them, and annihilating them in parts.
Dense artillery shells and torpedoes flew out continuously, blocking the maneuvering space of both fleets.
Many times, the torpedoes and shells fired were not intended to kill the enemy.
It is to block the enemy's retreat and force him into the desired position.
Void warfare is more complex than ground warfare.
Multi-dimensional turning makes starships more flexible. Without certain capabilities, it would be difficult to command a large-scale naval battle.
Both sides were traveling at high speed, firing continuously from their bow guns.
Brilliant spears of light shot out one after another.
Every time a shot is fired, the ship vibrates.
Soon, they could see each other clearly.
Enemy ships grow from tiny specks to model size.
As the fleet moved forward at high speed, the ships continued to grow and swell.
In the void, this perspective creates a visual deception.
When observing from the observation port equipped with an optical mirror, the enemy ships seemed to be about to collide directly with their own ships, and the size of the enemies continued to increase.
Visually, the ram of the bow quickly changes from a flat and sharp scalpel to a huge and thick cliff.
Until the sensor towers and weapon turrets above became clearly visible, they were still dozens of kilometers away from each other.
They passed each other and engaged in a fierce but brief broadside.
Both sides unleashed attacks consisting of lasers and live ammunition, forming a storm of destruction.
There was an even brighter flash, indicating that a ship had been hit and was disabled by an explosion in its reactor.
When the light faded and the augury became clear, Fulgrim the Younger's fleet continued on its way, leaving behind a flaming cruiser.
The communication channel was filled with calls from the crew of that ship.
They closed the explosion-proof deck, stopped the air leakage, and organized relevant personnel to carry out repairs.
Some crew members were sucked outside by the leaking air and died in just a few seconds.
Young Fulgrim showed no emotion at all.
When they chose this path, they already knew clearly what the ending would be that awaited them.
Dying in battle is a reward.
Souls will return to the arms of the Holy Emperor, rather than wandering alone in the Warp, being hunted or used as pathetic demon slaves.
The enemy's casualties were even more tragic.
The core of their combat power is a battleship and three cruiser strike ships.
But now both cruisers had been badly damaged.
One of the ships lost its engine, deviated from its flight path, and was torn to pieces by another fleet.
Another ship caught fire, and with the silent flames rising, the ship disintegrated silently.
The battleship also caught fire, but it was quickly extinguished and it turned around to prepare for a new round of shooting.
But the first round of fire had already determined their victory or defeat.
Although the fleet under Young Fulgrim's command is not as good as the regular fleet of the Empire, it is still slightly better than the ships of Chaos.
The final fate of the battleship that changed direction was to be torn apart.
The traitors were annihilated, and the cruiser that tried to escape was caught up by the faster small destroyer and killed with concentrated fire.
Only burning debris remained in the void.
Young Fulgrim's fleet passed through the debris field and headed towards the target world.
As Fulgrim the Younger's fleet moved into orbit around the planet, defensive lasers and orbital missiles fired from the planet's surface continued to blast through the stratosphere.
"It is time, my companions, to rain down the wrath of punishment. This will be another trophy we present to the Holy Emperor."
Young Fulgrim's voice echoed across the comms channel.
Landing shuttles and orbital drop capsules flew out of the warships and fell towards the target world like meteorites.
The imperial double-headed eagle emblem engraved on the hull announced to the enemy that punishment was coming.
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"Abaddon is a complete idiot."
In a hall filled with traces of desecration, sits a throne made of the bones of the victims.
On the throne, a behemoth wearing purple armor covered with bone spikes and hung with human heads and skins let out an angry growl.
"He allowed Guilliman to be resurrected, and made everything worse. Made himself a prisoner on Terra. Made the Eye of Terror no longer safe."
Angry voices echoed in the hall. The Chaos Space Marines stood silently, not daring to make any sound for fear that they would become the target of the other side's anger.
The cultists and mutants stopped whispering.
The prisoners in the suspended iron cages also lowered their screams to low howls of pain.
There were only the painful sounds of the dark machines operating and the broken and garbled codes reported by the mindless robot servants.
"Lord Eidolon." A dark tech-priest trembled with his bloated body embedded with numerous mechanical prosthetic limbs. "The Void Fleet has lost contact. The enemy has approached low-Earth orbit and will soon launch an orbital strike."
Eidolon was one of the earliest warriors of the III Legion, the Emperor's Children, and one of the Legion's eleven Lord Commanders.
He was born on Terra and was the most outstanding Lord Commander of the Emperor's Children Legion.
Once known as the paragon of the Emperor's Children Legion.
Was the first Space Marine to lead an entire Company in a Legion.
The Emperor's Children encountered several mishaps in their early development that left them much smaller than other legions.
When Fulgrim was recovered, the Emperor's Children Legion consisted of only two hundred battle-brothers.
Early Emperor's Children were inducted into the Luna Wolves, where they were taught how to fight and their numbers were increased in various ways until they were able to fight independently.
Eidolon was also the first Noise Marine to be implanted with alien organs.
Capable of unleashing terrifying sonic waves that rip enemies into their most primitive molecules.
This ability first appeared in Yin Stefan's World No. 3 and was questioned by the loyalist Tarvitz.
Tarvitz refused to undergo similar modifications to his body and was targeted for elimination and thrown into the battle for Anthem City.
Eidolon committed a terrible crime on the planet Instefan III.
When he broke through the loyalist lines, he massacred the wounded.
Especially those loyal children of the Emperor were brutally slaughtered by him.
He also played an important role in the D-Day Massacre, which saw a series of horrific, bloody and terrifying killings.
Afterwards, he also appeared during the Siege of Terra, causing a string of carnage.
After the Horus Heresy, he and many traitors fled into the Eye of Terror and launched the Eternal War.
Eidolon's crimes are too numerous to list.
He once believed that he would triumph along with the victory of the gods, but now, the punishment of the empire has come.
There is no possibility that the other party will let me go.
"They want to kill us, but it won't be that easy." Eidolon said, "Let Queen Xilaier attack first and let those fools know that this world is not something they can invade at will."
Queen Cyril is a succubus and a masked dancer.
She was once the most favored dancer and chief maid, and also a succubus with multiple genders.
Succubi seduce not only men but also women, so they have all the perfect characteristics that both men and women desire.
In the eternal great game, Tzeentch tricked Slaanesh into going to war with Khorne.
And there is no way Slaanesh could win the war.
He was eventually defeated and humiliated.
Cyril, noticing his master's gloomy mood, tried to please him with his most energetic and brilliant dance.
Slaanesh, however, was not at all happy, and instead thought it was a mockery of him.
Denounced Cyril as a traitor.
Slaanesh cursed the Masquerade to keep dancing and banished her from her domain.
Cyril is forced to dance for eternity and try to find a way to seek forgiveness from his master.
Eidolon formed an alliance with the other party in one world and became the other party's mistress. He also gained the support of the masked dancers and became a famous force in the Eye of Terror.
Unfortunately, under the attack of the Human Empire, Eidolon has now lost its former glory.
They can only hide on a planet like this, recuperate, and pray that the Empire will not get rid of the Eye of Terror so quickly.
Unfortunately, the god he believed in did not favor him.
Fate had brought young Fulgrim here to serve as his punisher.
This is undoubtedly an extremely ironic joke.
A clone of his genetic father became his executioner.
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The hatch of the drop capsule was blown open and it crashed heavily to the ground.
Kasar and the rest of the team rushed out of the cabin, with Fulgrim at the center, and rushed towards the enemy.
Above them, older models of Imperial fighter planes such as the Thunderhawk were streaking across the sky, leaving behind trails of white air.
Various Titans eliminated by the Empire were also thrown onto the battlefield.
Controlled by those knight families who once fell into darkness and are willing to follow the young Fulgrim in search of redemption.
Some captured or truly surrendered dark priests are responsible for the maintenance of these Titans.
Heavy tanks and vehicles were also dropped from the air.
All of them are obsolete armaments from the Empire.
Guilliman handed it over to the young Fulgrim through some secret means to ensure his military strength.
A large army, under the command of Fulgrim the Younger, launched an assault on their target.
A huge fortress lay ahead of them.
The armored forces roared across the strange, squirming plain of flesh and blood.
The air was filled with choking exhaust fumes.
In the center of the battle formation, young Fulgrim sat on a Land Raider, directing the direction of advance.
Zahariel was also among the battle line.
It is difficult to completely eliminate the stench of engine exhaust gases even if they pass through a helmet-mounted rebreather.
But he didn't feel sick, instead he felt excited.
It gave him a feeling of returning to the Great Crusade.
In the past, they rushed towards the enemy in this way.
The earth began to shake.
Countless demons flapped their wings and rushed towards them.
"Kill them all," Young Fulgrim roared. "For the redemption we have lost, for the honor we once so longed for."
Zahariel kept pulling the trigger, and the grenade launcher continued to roar, the gushing bullets hitting the waves of demons, making them scream.
Other soldiers also opened fire after the enemy entered the best range.
Tanks, gunboats, and other weapons all roared. Beams of light and shells with tails of flame fell into the endless waves.
The bomb exploded the flesh shaped by the warp.
The laser burned the wreckage to ashes.
The demon did not retreat like a living creature.
They came like a wave and then turned into broken corpses.
Zahariel suddenly pierced through a thing that was 28 centimeters long, like a man, and had the proud breasts of a woman.
Then a bomb turned it into shattered debris.
Kasar was also fighting hard, and the grenade launcher in his hand continued to fire.
His battle cry was clearly audible amid the sound of exploding bombs.
"Humanity lives on."
His battle-brothers roared as well.
The sounds of fighting could be heard everywhere.
Young Fulgrim was unstoppable, using the longsword forged with arcane secrets to cut his enemies in two with unimaginable smoothness.
He put an end to the demons that rushed towards him with one strike, the blade splitting the monsters' skulls in half.
A terrifying demon set his sights on him.
It was dressed in scarlet hide and armor, and a sharp horn grew from its forehead.
The jaw opened in rage, revealing those terrible fangs.
A warrior longing for redemption was pierced by its sword burning with black flames, and a warrior with a broken skull and a flattened helmet was trampled under its feet.
“A vile replica!
"The demon showed a mocking look.
Young Fulgrim remained silent and simply charged at them.
The demon howled and then rushed over.
The opponent's body was so huge that when its huge hoofs landed on the ground, the ground made a slight tremor.
When they reached a certain distance, Young Fulgrim leaped forward.
After dodging the opponent's sword burning with black flames, he stabbed the sword in his hand into the enemy's body.
The demon's body melted away as it screamed in agony.
Before the other party died completely, young Fulgrim spat at him as a response to the humiliation he had just suffered.
"Rip them apart," cried Fulgrim the Younger. "This world shall be our trophy to the Holy Emperor, the sacrifice for our redemption."
All heavy tanks and vehicles obeyed his orders.
The sudden volley broke through the demon's defenses.
Opened the way to the fortress factory.
Young Fulgrim took the lead and rushed to the front.
"For the lost honor, for the redemption after death."
His sword carries the will of a lost man longing for redemption, bringing punishment to all demons and traitors who dare to stand in his way.
His sword was as fast as a flash of light.
In an instant, those abominable creatures of various shapes, with twisted feet, hoofs, and long necks were cut into pieces and turned into ashes.
At the entrance of the fortress, the demon leader, Queen Cyril, sits in command.
It has a face that charms all living things.
The upper body is naked, with only a small amount of cloth covering the three proud, snow-white peaks.
The proud peaks sway with its movements.
There are a pair of arms and a pair of tentacles on the strong and powerful body.
On its head covered with purple hair there are a pair of white horns, worn on its head like a crown.
The pair of slender legs were a gradient of light purple, very gorgeous.
The exposed skin shone with the brilliance of gemstones and exuded a cloying fragrance.
That demon was a distorted interpretation of the word beauty, so beautiful that it made people feel disgusted.
It will kill any human who dares to approach.
The movements of beheading humans were so graceful that even the elves felt ashamed of themselves.
A warrior who rushed forward had his defense pierced by it with a sword, and then his limbs were cut off with extremely fast and precise movements.
Yin Hong's body fell in front of the demon.
The other party even licked the blood on the sword, and a perverted smile appeared on his terrifyingly handsome face.
Young Fulgrim walked towards him.
The hideous scar was like a centipede lying on his angry face.
"Replica, what a pity! If it weren't for the master's mission, I wouldn't want to kill you." Queen Xilaier looked at the other party coming over with a mocking look.
"Die," roared Fulgrim the Younger.
Queen Cyril launched her attack, as swift as a venomous snake.
The blade with a vicious curse stabbed towards the body of young Fulgrim.
Its movements are very graceful, as if it is dancing.
Young Fulgrim blocked the opponent's attack with the sword in his hand.
The brutal force caused the force field device attached to the sword to groan.
After young Fulgrim forced the opponent back with one sword, he took out his bolter, fired fifty rounds of bullets, and then rushed forward again.
This action exposed the opponent's weakness, and the long sword in his hand pierced into the opponent's filthy flesh, causing him to make a pleasant sound and even tremble, as if this action brought him indescribable pleasure.
"Master's mission, so exciting, so happy."
"Disgusting." Young Fulgrim made a comment and punched the opponent hard, knocking back his disgusting body.
He continued to rush forward, waving his sword.
The sword pierced into the butter like a hot iron rod, and the sizzling sound echoed in the ears.
Young Fulgrim exerted force suddenly, splitting the opponent's body in two.
Queen Cyril collapsed screaming with excitement and became a twitching corpse.
Led by Fulgrim the Younger, Zahariel and his men charged in.
Kasar cheered and chanted, celebrating that they would present another trophy to the Holy Emperor.
May she forgive our ignorance and stupidity.
May she guide the souls of the dead into His Kingdom.
May she protect us from those horrors.
The death of the demon leader is not the end of the battle.
They won enough, but not enough.
The evidence of desecration deep within the fortress was horrifying.
Skulls and rotting corpses were everywhere.
The blood made the floor and walls black and smelly.
The walls were covered with graffiti of various unknown liquids.
Living tissue can be seen everywhere, wriggling as if it were alive.
Weird ghosts were floating around, making painful noises.
Many bodies were hung from hooks and chains, writhing in agony and crying out for salvation.
They have to take those guys out with explosives.
Simply because those things that cry are no longer alive.
It's just that the soul is imprisoned in a body that has long been corrupted, suffering torture day and night.
Killing them is a form of salvation.
The Holy Emperor's messengers will bring those suffering souls back to the sacred realm of the dead to let them rest in peace.
The resistance inside the fortress was equally fierce.
The mutants and monsters rushed out of the corridor and were beaten to pieces.
Killing broke out in every corner.
Until they have killed every living enemy.
Young Fulgrim went deeper and deeper, and finally arrived in front of a huge gate.
The gate was engraved with blasphemous designs.
Bright red blood slowly flowed down from the pattern on the gate, as if it was oozing.
A soldier found the gate's controls and pulled them down.
With an unbearable creaking sound, the heavy door slowly opened.
Rather than the complaints of machine components falling into disrepair, the sound was more like a painful wail coming from a distant place.
Behind the gate were hung even more corpses, and even on the back side of the gate were nailed those twisting, suffering headless bodies.
The blood was oozing out from them.
A gilded hall appeared before young Fulgrim.
Large enough to accommodate an entire company of Space Marines.
The blasphemous scenes inside are even more shocking.
A group of mad mortals were naked and having sex crazily in all kinds of indescribable ways, making all kinds of obscene noises.
Some of them had whips with iron spikes, and they whipped each other while having sex, squirming in the blood, making all kinds of sounds of pleasure that made people's scalps tingle.
Some were wriggling on a bed of sharp nails, letting the sharp nails scratch their flesh and blood until they could see only the white bones.
Some were placed on dirty operating tables, dismembered and sewn back together bit by bit.
No one was in pain, everyone was so happy and excited.
Through this act of indulgence, a sacrifice is made to the dark god and the blessing of Slaanesh is obtained.
Young Fulgrim felt an instinctive feeling of disgust.
What a horrific and terrifying scene it was.
Even the most deranged lunatic would not imagine such a horrific scene.
On the high platforms surrounded by the sacrificial crowds, the Emperor's Children, with swollen bodies, tentacles and twisted horns, looked at them with hatred.
Sitting on the throne, Eidolon looked at the face that looked exactly like his genetic father, and couldn't help but let out a painful question.
"Why? Why are you slaughtering us like this, Father?"
"I am not your father, but I can take you to him," said Fulgrim the Younger.