Young Fulgrim's voice echoed through the cold, empty, blasphemous halls.
His eyes reflected violent anger.
My heart is like an eternal volcano that never extinguishes, burning with anger because of the existence of these traitors.
I vow to eliminate all rebellion in this world.
Consider this your own journey of atonement.
Eidolon rose from his throne of bones and profanity.
Young Fulgrim was able to see the corrupt traits in the traitor.
Swollen tentacles and fangs sprouted from Eidolon's face.
The body that was once forged by the Emperor's great wisdom has become unrecognizable and full of traces of blasphemy.
The swollen body squeezed the purple armor.
Under the armor with human skin and skulls hanging on it, dark things are constantly wriggling.
Various precious decorations are hung on it.
It gives people a luxurious feeling of disgust.
It's like decorating a smelly cesspool with rare gems and agates.
"Do you think Guilliman can really redeem you? He is no different from his father, just a hypocritical liar." Eidolon said: "Although you are not my genetic father, you have the same blood and the same genetic sequence as him. Don't you have any mercy on us, no recognition? Are you willing to fight for that shameful liar and kill us with your blade?"
"Open your eyes and use your ears to listen to the echoes in the warp. All the unliving are howling for the birth of the fifth god. The Emperor left, but Guilliman inherited the ambition of the rotten corpse and became a true master of death."
"Joining the arms of the Lord of Pleasure, in an endless carnival of debauchery until the end of time, Guilliman is just a liar who is not worthy of loyalty, a cowardly waste, he will surely die in the battle with the gods, and his head will become the goblet from which the Blood God drinks blood."
"Traitor, cease your foul language." The young Fulgrim roared like a cannon, blocking Eidolon's words. "You will not even be granted the mercy of death. You deserve only to be tortured, despised and reviled by the world forever. Eidolon, you are nothing more than a shameful traitor, a coward who is unable to succumb to the thing of fear."
Eidolon wanted to say something else.
But young Fulgrim didn't want to waste any more time.
He rushed forward, and the sword in his hand turned the indulgent mortals and twisted corpses into pieces.
Transform your burning rage into an unrivaled attack on your enemies.
A terrible bloody path appeared under his brutal attack.
He kills in the name of the Holy Emperor Guilliman, in exchange for the redemption of his bloodline.
"A pathetic replica, you lack the nobility of my father." A huge, fat, mawed champion of Slaanesh screamed, "Die, replica."
Young Fulgrim did not make any rebuttal.
He simply leaped up and slashed his opponent's hastily raised weapon with a powerful blow of his sword.
While the other person's eyes were wide open in horror, he chopped off his head.
Zahariel also rushed out at this time.
The grenade launcher in his hand kept firing.
Provide some support to Young Fulgrim.
The bombs struck the indulgent mortals, tearing their naked bodies into pieces.
A son of the Emperor who rushed over was hit by two consecutive explosive bombs, which directly blew off half of his head.
Kasar also rushed forward and killed the enemy at the shouts of his fighting brothers.
The high-speed spinning chainsaw sword made a piercing sound.
He hacked and hacked at a skinned monster in spiked armor with all his might.
Those who surrender to the God of Pleasure always have some twisted and perverted behaviors.
This is clearly a guy who is seeking pleasure by stripping off all of his skin.
Casar was disgusted by this kind of thing.
To be honest, he didn't like such behavior.
Every time he saw these children of the Emperor doing all kinds of terrible things for pleasure, he always felt an indescribable disgust in his heart.
The high-speed rotating chainsaw cut through the enemy's armor.
A string of sparks flew out as the chainsaws bit into the ceramsite, landing on the blasphemous objects and setting them ablaze.
Casar cut it in two, and disgusting mutated entrails flowed out from the torn gap.
Those fallen mortals died screaming in the battle of the extraordinary warriors.
Some of them grew up in a corrupted world and were born with the mark of the Dark God.
The souls of these poor creatures already belong to the Dark Gods.
When they die, they are taken captive to the Dark Realm, where they are enslaved in an abyss of unimaginable darkness until the end of time.
Some were once captured civilians of the Empire, who were forced to dedicate their souls to these damned traitors in order to live a little longer.
They don't deserve sympathy either.
Regardless of the reason, betrayal is something that cannot be forgiven.
One's own weakness can also poison the entire race.
Young Fulgrim charged forward with the savagery of a terrible beast.
Turn all the betrayers and blasphemous things into broken corpses and pieces of meat scattered on the ground.
Nothing can stop him.
He killed all the Emperor's Children warriors and mutant slaves who rushed up.
Eidolon took up his sword and faced the clone of his genetic father.
His eyes revealed hatred and the urge to take Fulgrim's head and please the Dark Lord.
He opened his mouth and let out a roar.
The terrifying sound even formed sound waves visible to the naked eye, vibrating everything around it, and the powerful force contained in it distorted the air.
The deadly sound waves surged through the human bodies, instantly breaking them apart into molecular structures and exploding them into balls of blood mist.
A glowing shield projected from young Fulgrim's armor.
The shield keeps those deadly sound waves out.
No matter how much Eidolon screamed, it was of no use.
Little Fulgrim rushed forward against the sonic waves like a mad beast.
He smashed Eidolon's head with a thunderous punch.
The huge force made his head tilt back.
The spiked helmet was dented.
Bright red blood mixed with the broken sharp fangs flew out of its mouth.
Several traitors blessed by the Dark God rushed over to support their commander.
Young Fulgrim showed no fear.
Even if he was just a replica, he was no match for these corrupted Emperor's children.
He elbowed a traitor who was charging at him, hitting him squarely on the mask.
The ceramic steel mask was shattered by the blow from the young Fulgrim, and the broken fragments pierced into the opponent's face.
The traitor flew out directly.
At this moment, another person rushed over with his arms stretched out.
Young Fulgrim noticed that the creature's hands had undergone a transformation, turning into bird claws made of cast iron.
It is another manifestation of the blessing of the God of Darkness.
This is the horror of chaos.
Distorting familiar things and endowing them with unimaginable brutality and violence, destroying all the beautiful things in this world.
Young Fulgrim dodged the attack, then reached out and grabbed the opponent's wrist and twisted it violently. As the opponent screamed, he pulled the opponent's huge body forward violently.
The long sword in his hand, shining with arcs of electricity, pierced directly into the opponent's throat.
The sharp sword stabbed out from the back of the head again.
There was also a trace of foul-smelling blood.
After dealing with the enemy, young Fulgrim subconsciously lowered his head and avoided the chopping of a huge axe.
A Slaanesh champion roared in anger and swung his massive ammunition-box fist at him again.
The heavy force made a loud noise in the air.
After Fulgrim dodged it, the opponent's fist directly smashed a big hole in the wall.
Steel and concrete collapsed in pieces.
The Slaanesh champion's body was so bloated that even the corrupted ceramite armor could not fully contain it.
The calf alone is as large as the breastplate of an ordinary Space Marine.
The tumor-like fat is about to wrap around the armor.
Every step forward made a rumbling sound.
The Slaanesh champion possesses a terrifying power that is unstoppable.
With one punch, he could smash steel and marble into pieces.
After dodging the opponent's punch, Young Fulgrim struck from bottom to top, cutting off the opponent's thick arm.
The opponent's scream of pain was matched by the clang of the terrifying fist of steel and flesh.
Young Fulgrim took advantage of the situation and stabbed his opponent in the chest with his sword.
The stirring sword tore the traitor's body apart.
Then he cut upwards through the profane flesh.
The sword's disruptive force field and young Fulgrim's violence quickly tore the Slaanesh champion's upper torso and head in half.
The cuts on the ceramic steel turned red due to the high temperature.
Eidolon rushed forward again, but was knocked back by his punch again.
The opponent's helmet was completely shattered, revealing a disgusting face.
Young Fulgrim grabbed Eidolon's cloak and pulled him back again, then leaped up and kneed him in the chin.
A crisp sound of bones breaking was heard.
Eidolon screamed, took a few steps back, and then collapsed to his knees in pain.
The broken head hung limply.
The last traitor who rushed over held high a thunder hammer that was equipped with a force field that could tear apart armor.
Without even turning his head, Young Fulgrim thrust his sword backwards, piercing the opponent's throat.
The opponent just raised the thunder hammer in his hand, and the leaping electric arc crackled, then went out and fell to the ground.
The heavy, massive body fell as Fulgrim the Younger drew his sword.
Zahariel, Kasar and others also cleared all the enemies in the hall.
They walked to the side of young Fulgrim and looked at Eidolon who was kneeling on the ground, unable to resist.
"Do you want to kill him?" Zahariel raised the power sword in his hand. The crackling decomposition force field covered the sword body, and the surrounding air turned into undetectable steam in tiny flashes.
Young Fulgrim shook his head.
"Giving these damned traitors death is too merciful. Hand them over to the Empire and send them out when the next material exchange takes place. Those people will find a suitable reason to bring them back to Terra."
This is the sorrow of the Redeemer.
All the victories and honors they have achieved cannot be shown to others.
The mistakes of the past forced them to eat the bitter fruit.
No honor, no cheers and flowers, only duty.
"Blow this place up and completely destroy all traces of corruption." Young Fulgrim turned and walked towards the door of the hall, "Then we can move on to the next battlefield."
Zahariel and others stayed behind to execute the traitors and take away the usable supplies.
The Empire will provide them with supplies and equipment through some secret channels.
But that doesn't mean they lack nothing.
They don't have the manpower, the technical priests, and so on.
Those who provide services to Eidolon out of fear of death will provide services to them out of death.
It doesn't matter whether they are loyal or not.
Just make sure they can serve themselves.
... ... ... ... ... .
War rages in every corner of the Eye of Terror.
The struggle between the fifth god and the four gods is becoming increasingly fierce.
Those demons who were once high and mighty have become refugees.
Wherever the Empire's double-headed eagle flag goes, there is only killing and destruction.
The lion became his brother's pawn, unscrupulously releasing all kinds of terrifying things into the world protected by the four gods.
Massacres broke out in every demon world.
Order is being restored to replace the chaos of the Warp.
The sound of the devil's screams echoed in the strange void over there, full of despair and pain.
The Eye of Terror is no longer safe, and the brutality of the Empire has begun to manifest itself in this harmonious paradise.
The great reckoning will be carried out by the lion, and he will never let go of any traitor or devil.
Blood debt must be paid with blood is the lion's motto.
Garim is a Forge World belonging to the Dark Mechanicum.
Once a virgin world, it was transformed into a crone world after the Great Destruction, becoming a horrific playground for daemons and the twisted remains of the eldar.
Later, the Black Legion rose, and Abaddon established his own order in the Eye of Terror, building a large number of factories to support the Eternal War.
Lucas Caron is responsible for supervising the factories here and is also the owner of the demonic industrial planet of Gareem.
His duty is to provide the Black Legion with sufficient weapons, equipment and demon engines.
During the Thirteenth Expedition, the factories here operated day and night, supplying large quantities of armor and demon engines to the Black Legion.
The fall of Cadia excited Lucas Cuarón for a long time.
The expansion of the Eye of Terror represents the rapid expansion of the influence of the Dark Gods.
They are winning the long battle of the ages.
The Corpse King will eventually fail.
Lucas Caron's excitement did not last long. With the awakening of Guilliman, Chaos suffered a series of disastrous defeats.
To this day, countless demons and believers of the gods believe that Abaddon's conquest of Cadia was a very foolish act.
Guilliman will not awaken until Cadia falls.
If Guilliman doesn't wake up, the Emperor will have to hold on on his own.
The chaotic side will always have the advantage and initiative.
Cadia fell, Guilliman awoke, and the other Primarchs returned.
The Emperor, at the cost of his own life, dealt a heavy blow to the Four Gods in one fell swoop, buying precious time for Guilliman's development.
Abaddon was captured, and the spokesmen of the other gods were either captured or hacked to pieces.
Now, even the Eye of Terror is about to fall.
Guilliman, the tyrant, will rule every star, every atom.
On the core tower of the foundry, a dirty red robe was draped over Lucas Caron's bloated body, which was covered with cable interfaces and steel implants.
There was no flesh and blood left on his body.
Even his brain has been replaced by a complex logical operation device.
At this moment, he no longer looked like a living creature.
More like a weird machine.
Mechanical tentacles slid out from his robes.
Four pairs of piston-driven mechanical limbs pushed Lucas Cuarón's bloated body in a messy pace, making a creaking sound as if they were going to penetrate the steel plate under their feet.
The mechanical prosthetic eye rotated as his head turned, making a slight buzzing sound.
Through his mechanical prosthetic eyes, he could see everything within the horizon.
At first glance, there is an endless expanse of roaring factories.
They spew vast fumes of toxic smoke into the distorted, brilliantly glowing atmosphere.
A large number of demon engines and various weapons and equipment are being produced at an expedited pace and sent to various designated areas.
The Dark Mechanic Priests and the warbands that fled here are reinforcing every area.
These people want to turn Garim into a giant fortress.
A booby-trapped fortress that bled the empire dry.
... ... ..
Lucas Caron's identity can be traced back to the Great Crusade and the Horus Heresy.
He was once the manufacturing director of Mendes III, the most powerful forge temple on Mars.
Mendes III is owned by Kalbo, the former Martian general who created the Dark Mechanicus.
Like Kalbo, he pledged allegiance to Horus, and together they waged a series of wars against the loyalists of Mars.
Forced the loyalists to flee Mars.
When Horus arrived in the Sol System, he participated in the siege of Terra.
After the Horus Heresy ended, he fled into the Eye of Terror and established his own dark force.
That fool Kalbo had been captured by the Empire while attempting to free the Void Dragons, and sent to the Astronomican to suffer.
Lucas Caron, however, remains active in the Eye of Terror due to his caution and timidity.
Of course, this activity did not last long.
The Lion is waging war against the Eye of Terror, attempting to repair the cancer in this reality.
The countdown to destruction is on. Once the countdown is over, Lucas Cuarón will also face his own judgment.
It is worth mentioning that Lucas Cuarón has also created many powerful intelligent killing robots.
The most famous creation among them is probably the pallet-type war robot.
The pallet robot possesses banned AI technology, is equipped with various extinction-style weapons, and is cold and cruel.
Caused a lot of killings in the Martian Civil War.
This robot also hunted down Dalia, the guardian of the Void Dragon Seal.
At that time, Dalia had not yet obtained the power of the guardian.
She helped the owner of Magma City, Ms. Corell Zeta of the Loyalist faction, to complete the Akshay Reader.
This reader is capable of transcribing various lost knowledge from the Warp.
Ms. Corell Zeta wants to use this to restore the glory of mankind and push human civilization to a new level.
However, it was sabotaged by traitors such as Lucas Caron, and under the attack of several Titan legions, the Akshay Reader was destroyed.
Lady Corell Zeta, crying in despair, destroyed all of her masterpieces to prevent them from falling into the hands of the traitors.
The loyalist died after setting the city to self-destruct.
Lucas Cuarón knew what an unforgivable crime he had committed.
The massacre of the loyalists, the enslavement of Mars, the destruction of Terra, and the betrayal of humanity are all destined to bring him the purest revenge.
The probability that the lion will let him go is close to zero.
Looking out at the demon foundry with billowing black smoke.
Towering manufacturing plants, refineries, slave rest areas, machine workshops, and assembly hangars cover every inch of land within sight, shrouding the entire world in steel.
Countless slave laborers were tied to their production posts, working day and night without rest.
Move the steel blessed by the gods, build, repair, and assemble various automatic robots and chariots.
Monks and priests with blasphemous runes engraved on their bodies are dedicated to the assembly and maintenance of complex circuits, the fusion of steel and demons, or the installation and debugging of various twisted mythological machines.
Various parts emitting Chaos Octagram-like shapes were scattered along the walls, on the assembly table and elsewhere.
Lucas Cuarón threw all the resources he had into the factory, hoping to get enough war machines to fight against the possible brutal destruction of the empire.
No matter what, he won't give in easily.
"The number of fleeing demons is increasing. The flames of war ignited by the Empire are advancing towards us and will soon reach here." Lucas Caron said to himself, "Our situation is becoming increasingly critical."
He stood by the window of the high tower, watching the steaming demon engines equipped with all kinds of terrifying weapons coming out of the factories emitting black smoke.
They gathered together and moved towards the originally set defensive positions.
These demonic vehicles are all terrifying creatures forged using the technology and power of the Warp, combined with steel.
Possesses terrifying lethality.
"The minions of the Fifth God are unstoppable. Only the four Chaos Powers can stand against them. We are just dust in the gears of time, and we are powerless to change anything."
A hoarse, ethereal voice came from the dark shadows.
When the strange shadow speaks, it will wriggle with the changes in light, just like a living thing.
After Lucas Caron entered the Eye of Terror, he formed an alliance with a demon.
They share the world of Garim.
The demon provided him with shelter, and he sacrificed the captives he obtained in exchange to the demon.
In the Eye of Terror, equivalent exchange also exists.
Whether you hang out with the emperor or believe in the four gods, you have to pay when you buy things.
If you don't have money, you have to exchange it for something of equivalent value.
The Eye of Terror has no unified currency.
What those warbands used in exchange were usually slaves or captives.
Some will be used as labor and experimental subjects in the foundry, and some will be sacrificed to this demon.
Of course, there are also some guys who will shout, I invested in Chaos just to buy things without paying, and now I have to pay to buy them, isn’t this a waste of investment in Chaos
Needless to say, the fate of those unlucky ones is obvious.
Lucas Cuarón is no pushover either.
If you don't give him something in exchange, don't even think about taking away the weapons and equipment he produces.
"We can't beat the Lions, but they can't think they can take everything from me so easily. I will..."
Lucas Cuarón hadn't finished speaking yet.
The noisy alarm sounded like a flood of water, drowning out his voice.
The dark tower full of signs of corruption was shrouded in blood-red light.
The image that popped up on the screen showed countless warships with the imperial double-headed eagle emblem appearing within the detection range of the Galim world.
The Dark Thinker that combined with the demon became disordered due to the huge amount of data and error codes appeared.
The connected gargoyle screamed and became paralyzed.
Alarms echoed across the mountain-sized industrial complex.
It was transmitted to the lower levels of the Chaos Hive through rustling speakers.
The humble slaves, with the Chaos Eight-pointed Star symbol carved on their bodies and faces, looked up blankly.
Those grotesque demons, born from the most terrifying nightmares and twisted thoughts, all began to tremble involuntarily.
Some nightmare entities and high-ranking dark priests who were able to look up at the sky all showed expressions of fear.
This will be a time of reckoning.
This will be an era of destruction.
The gods fought, and only fire and ashes remained.
Fear appeared on Lucas Cuarón's face.
The grand hymn echoed in the void and spread through a strange space to every corner of the world of Garim.
Prayers praising the gods were suppressed.
The whispers were replaced by the sacred imperial hymns.
"The vast and boundless universe
The Emperor's light protects us
We are holy warriors
We come for purification
Let the flag fly in the wind
Let's light the fire
For the Holy
To purify
The vast and infinite universe
The Emperor's Light Protects Us
We are destroyed
We are Faith
We fight for all mankind
For the Lord of Mankind
That wisdom; that light.
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ..”
The loud hymn poisoned every inch of the Eye of Terror.
Let those malicious entities with entities make painful sounds.
The huge lighthouse installed on the state religion's prayer ship burst out with an extremely strong light, fighting against the malice of the Eye of Terror and correcting time and space to its original state.
Tens of thousands of fanatics were connected together and sang tirelessly.
Use their pious hearts to guide the glory of the Holy Emperor.
Those armored warriors are ready to bring destruction to their enemies.
There is only killing, only death, no forgiveness, no mercy.
They were so fanatical, so excited, and couldn't wait to destroy their enemies and bring terrible death to every enemy who dared to resist the empire.
Countless demons weep for it, and countless traitors tremble with fear.
They fear the coming war.
Fear of being completely destroyed by the terrible minions of the new god.
This is a war between gods.
"For the Holy Emperor."
"For the Holy Emperor."
"Kill them. Kill them."
"Victory, victory."
Similar sounds continued to ring out, echoing horribly in the warp.
The defense of the Void Orbit lasted for thirty minutes, then fell silent and turned into fragments.
Those ships were also completely destroyed.
Not a single ship escaped.
Empire is a vivid interpretation of death and destruction.
When the outer shell was peeled off, pillars of light fell from the clouds, connecting the imperial warships and the surface.
The first to appear from the light column were the gods of war. Giant Titans that were seventy to eighty meters tall, or even over a hundred meters tall, took heavy steps.
The huge Titan weapons spewed out rays of destructive light, destroying entire tracts of dark and blasphemous buildings.
These behemoths are the pinnacle of human destructive art, existing only for killing.
Its design concept is infused with all of humanity’s imagination and talent for the act of destruction.
The imperial double-headed eagle emblem shone brightly in the light of the artillery fire.
The thunderous roar vented their murderous intent.
The loudspeakers repeated their murderous slogans without stopping.
These creatures of war destroyed numerous industrial facilities and roaring factory furnaces without a care in the world, marching through the dark and blasphemous city.
When Lucas Cuarón designed the game, he didn't even leave any space for the Titans to walk on.
But the Empire didn't care about this. Its giant artillery could easily blast a path through, or it could use its huge body to press a path through.
The Titan Legion cares nothing for any life on this demonic industrial planet.
They only care about whether the world will be purified.
Thousands of slaves and demons fled before the advancing Titans like ants before a charging herd of cattle.
Daemons screamed as they were crushed, their essences cast into the Warp, waiting a long time before they could be resurrected again.
Those demons who dare to enter the interior of Titan will be completely destroyed. The burning fire of faith will burn the essence and body of those demons to ashes.
Small knight mechas and armored Primaris Space Marines made various roars.
They killed in the name of the Holy Emperor, their terrible war cries echoing through the desecrated buildings.
When the demons and traitors saw those guys with the double-headed eagle emblem, they felt exactly the same as the human civilians felt when they saw them.
Fear and despair made it almost impossible for them to breathe.
Of course, most demons don't need to breathe.
The fuel pipeline was crushed by the advancing Titan, explosions sounded, and flames followed.
The billowing black smoke looked like a few black marks carved in the sky.
Artillery fire from fortifications near the fortress and factory exploded on the Titan's void shield, creating a series of ripples.
But that would be meaningless.
Defensive firepower was simply unable to penetrate the Titan's defenses.
At most, some ground troops following the Titan would suffer casualties.
But those casualties were insignificant compared to the achievements of the Titans.
This action failed to achieve the desired results, but instead made those fortresses and fortifications the target of the Titans' pilots.
They unleashed salvos of missiles, targeting any fortresses and fortifications that dared to attack them.
Several magnificent fortresses as high as a hundred meters were destroyed and disappeared in the ever-expanding mushroom clouds.
The horrific fire descended upon the defenders and tore through everything.
Some demon engines staggered towards the battlefield, but disappeared in the bombardment of dazzling fiery energy.
They emitted a large amount of sparks, screaming destruction.
The Imperial Titans roared in triumph from the loudspeakers and rushed into the city to kill.
The high temperature molten metal penetrated everything, sweeping across and leaving traces of vaporized steel on the ground.
The chaotic traitors and demons were all destroyed and perished under the ravages of the power of the stars.
They killed like birds of prey, muzzle flashes flashing and their trumpets screaming in the ecstasy of slaughter.
Lucas Cuarón witnessed the destruction of his city.
A city on the verge of collapse, the hives and factories outside have become ruins.
Everything he had spent ten thousand years painstakingly building was ruthlessly destroyed by the Empire.
The hard-earned defenses were useless.
They were completely destroyed by the Empire in just a few minutes.
A communication signal was connected to Lucas Cuarón's channel.
After opening it, the face of the lion Ryan appeared on the screen.
He only said one sentence.
"Blood debt must be paid with blood, traitors."
Before Lucas Cuarón could say anything, the other party had already cut off all signals.
"He is so arrogant that it is unimaginable." The demon who reached an agreement with Lucas Cuarón walked out from the shadows.
It is the Blood Lord - Anok, the Apostle of Hell, an abomination born from the distant past.
An evil thing that has terrified countless civilizations and set countless worlds on fire.
Its body is extremely strong, seven or eight meters tall, giving people a huge sense of oppression.
The lower body is bent backwards like a sheep's hoof.
He was bound with huge chains engraved with blasphemous runes and held a two-handed battle axe.
The two horns were burning with raging black flames.
"They want to take over this world easily. I will let them know what the wrath of Anok is."
Yanok and Lucas Caron have formed an alliance.
Protecting this world is also to protect its interests.
Without steady sacrifices and offerings, it is likely to collapse, dissipate, and become nutrient for other demons.
Yanok walked out with infinite anger.
The whole world will tremble under his wrath.
Whether it was the Lion or Guilliman, they would all bear witness to the wrath of Anok.
A bright beam of light lit up the clouds, pierced through the already crumbling shield, and landed on the tower where Lucas Caron was.
A massive explosion tore the tower in half.
Molten concrete and metal poured down from the tower like a tide.
A mushroom-shaped flame ignited and then dissipated.
Large sections of buildings collapsed, and the ground glowed with heat where it was hit.
There were more screams from the surviving demons and slaves.
Rows of Skitarii fell, their half-mechanical, half-metal bodies twitching continuously.
Lucas Cuarón was lying on the ground, his body having suffered various injuries, but it did not hinder his normal movements.
A huge smoking horn landed not far from him.
If I'm not mistaken, it's the horn of Anok who just said he wanted to show the Lion and Guilliman some power.
Lucas Caron looked at the place where the demon had walked out, and it had turned into a steaming ruin.
Everything was vaporized into its most basic atoms by that beam of light.
The demon was killed just like that.
Before it could show its horror to the Empire, it met its end and was thrown back into the Warp to await resurrection.
Of course, if it is not fed enough, the resurrection time will be unimaginably long.
... ... ... ... ...
In low Earth orbit around the demonic industrial planet of Garim.
A battleship floats here.
High energy reading target has been cleared.
The auspex reported that no target readings were found. The target was completely destroyed.
The announcement caused the ship's operating team to cheer.
"That guy is definitely a big devil, otherwise how could he have such a high reading." A man in a major general's uniform said excitedly: "Our names will definitely be written in the navy's textbooks. Who else can execute a big devil with one strike from thousands of miles away?"
"Victory, long live Captain Auxerre."
"Captain Oser dares to claim to be second in the Empire, and no one dares to claim to be first."
"Captain Auxerre is awesome."
Auxerre, sitting on the throne, also couldn't hide his excitement.
He was very young, only in his thirties, and he served as the captain of a battleship.
You can imagine how talented he is.
As long as he can prove that what he just killed was a demon, he will have a good chance of becoming the captain of a celestial-class battleship before the age of sixty.
In that case, he would become a big man capable of commanding an entire fleet.
"All glory goes to the Holy Emperor," Auxerre said modestly.
His words caused even louder cheers from the people on the bridge.
... ... ..
The Invincible Truth, a celestial-class battleship.
Ryan surveyed the battle situation.
The continuous explosions were mixed with the screams of demons and traitors before their death.
There's nothing new.
Victory is assured.
Another battle that should not be described in detail.
Imperial anti-warp installations will be set up on this planet to repair it.
The range of the Eye of Terror has been further reduced.
With a little more time, he would be able to heal the poison of this real universe.
That would be a phased victory in the war against the gods.
Completely erase the greatest source of interference of the gods in the real universe.
The realms and incarnations they have established in this universe will also fall to their weakest state ever.
Then, it will be time to launch a major counterattack.
The Empire's troops will head straight for the Four Gods' territory.
Return to them all the pain they have once inflicted on humanity.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, blood for blood.
... ... .
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Cathay Empire.
Wei Jing.
"Are you so impatient to set off?"
Miaoying, dressed in court dress, stood on the balcony of the imperial palace, gazing at the bustling night view of Weijing.
Next to her stood Valerian, and it was obvious that the words were addressed to him.
Miaoying's figure is as alluring as ever.
The loose-fitting court costumes were made of the finest silk and were crafted by the most outstanding craftsmen in Aurora.
Miaoying didn't look cumbersome at all when she wore it, but instead brought out a sense of nobility that was different from her heroic spirit.
As the daughter of the Dragon Emperor, she was born a dazzling pearl that was destined to capture everyone's attention.
"I have completed the most important task of this trip. The imperial envoy will communicate with you about the next matters. If you are lucky, you may have the opportunity to go to Terra and discuss the future of this world with the Holy Emperor in person." Valerian stood next to Miaoying. He was not wearing golden armor.
It would be very disrespectful to attend the Dragon Emperor's banquet wearing armor, so he attended in casual clothes.
Hailing from another world destroyed by Chaos, the Dragon Emperor wields incredible powers.
He was well aware of the threat posed by Chaos, and had no difficulty accepting the request of Valyrian, the Imperial emissary, to become an ally.
He took out the mysterious object obtained from outer space from the temple.
That mysterious thing is extremely powerful and has a terrifying restraining power over demons.
A thousand years ago, when his soul was traveling in the heavens, he suddenly appeared and destroyed all the chaotic evil creatures along the way.
The Dragon Emperor managed to intercept the mysterious object and placed it in the temple to be used as a trump card against chaos.
Now that Valerian had come to him, he had absolutely no intention of forcing him to keep the fragment.
And after hearing the Emperor's story, the Dragon Emperor was also deeply moved.
To be able to do this for one's own people and race.
Looking across all realms, it is hard to find one person.
"Then I wish you good luck, Valerian." Miaoying said, "The Emperor's fragments have great power. Not only can they kill Chaos evil creatures, but they can also grant people various powers. They will inevitably attract the covetousness of greedy people and the obstruction of Chaos evil creatures. Your journey is destined to be extremely dangerous."
"Nothing can stop me," Valyrian said firmly. "No matter what the cost, I will find all the fragments and summon my master back."