The power of the Demon Primarch is terrifying to the extreme.
The scepter in his hand was waved, and the violent spiritual energy was driven at will.
The entire planet's land began to tremble violently under Magnus' terrifying power.
The ocean was rolling, and huge waves of thousands of meters were rolling towards the coastal hive cities, trying to submerge them.
Warp rifts appeared all over the planet, more stable than the previous ones.
Demons are once again pouring into the human world.
This time it's even crazier.
The Red Letter Warriors of the Thousand Sons Legion also attacked the Imperial Army under the leadership of the wizard.
The Scarlet Letter Warrior is a very special existence, a mechanical puppet similar to magic.
They were once normal warriors of the Thousand Letters, but were later transformed into Red Letter Warriors by witchcraft.
The Thousand Sons Legion of Sequence Fifteen is an all-psychic legion.
Their combat power is very strong, but due to the instability of their gene seeds, these warriors have undergone a certain degree of mutation.
As time went on, the entire legion slowly fell into an extremely horrific and irreversible flesh and blood mutation.
Magnus once tried to stop the flesh and blood mutation of the Thousand Sons Legion, so he negotiated a deal with the Lord of Change, the god of conspiracy, also known as Tzeentch.
For this, Magnus paid the price of one eye in exchange for a solution.
However, the deal offered by Tzeentch only lasted until before the Horus Heresy.
Moreover, there is absolutely no after-sales service for this product.
Any subsequent issues will be ignored.
Such suggestions are tantamount to profiteering.
After the Horus Heresy, the flesh and blood of the Thousand Sons Legion mutated and became even more uncontrollable.
A large number of Thousand Sons Legion members turned into some kind of indescribable monsters.
In order to help his brother, the great wizard Ahriman studied the Book of Magnus and came up with a super spell to stop the mutation of flesh and blood.
This spell saved a small number of Thousand Sons warriors from flesh and blood mutations, but turned the souls of most of the Thousand Sons warriors into ashes, and their wills were forever imprisoned in the armor.
Magnus was furious about this and expelled Ahriman, whom he once valued the most.
Because they have no physical body, the Red Letter Warriors are immortal and can only be destroyed by completely destroying their armor.
It can be said that he is one of the most terrifying fighters in the rebel legion.
The imperial army, which had been winning victory after victory and was in a very good situation, was quickly reversed and soon collapsed after the red letter soldiers entered the battlefield.
"Pull back the defense line, don't fight to the end, and deserters will be executed on the spot." Li Ji shouted in the street, trying her best to maintain the collapsing imperial army.
At this moment, a huge explosion sounded.
Countless debris flew out, and the explosion and the fragments with huge impact force killed many imperial soldiers on the spot.
An old model of Lerumanth heavy tank was smashed into pieces by the Rubric Warriors who came out of the portal.
This scene made the already chaotic imperial army even more chaotic.
Those powerful wizards were also using witchcraft wantonly, unleashing lightning, thunder and strong winds onto the imperial army, causing heavy casualties.
"It's all dust."
"It's all dust."
"It's all dust."
The Red Letter Warriors repeated their cold words without any emotion, like a cold mechanical voice.
They raised their weapons and pulled the triggers mechanically and numbly.
The rune bullets fired out, slaughtering every living person in sight.
Their muzzles were emblazoned with ornate runes, twisting and mutating as the etheric energy flowed through them, opening and closing like the throats of unnatural creatures.
The explosive shells fired by the Rubric Warriors are filled with deadly sorcerous energy, which is released upon impact, tearing apart everything it hits.
Neither armor, flesh, nor soul were immune.
There were also some Red Letter Warriors holding flamethrowers, and those bright flames could easily melt even the armor of heavy tanks.
What’s even more frightening is that the melted things are not simply destroyed, but combine together in a more distorted form to form a brand new monster.
Under tremendous psychological pressure and completely unequal firepower offensive, the imperial army suffered a complete defeat.
Li Ji was protected by the Storm Assault Force, but was also surrounded by the Red Letter Warriors and demons.
He watched his loyal subordinates die one after another under the siege of the enemy.
A trace of despair also emerged in Li Ji's heart.
She knew that she would also die and return to the arms of the Emperor.
At this critical moment, psykers scattered across the planet felt the arrival of another terrifying psychic energy.
Just as they were worrying about whether new Chaos forces would join in the feast of dividing up the Pharos.
Ghostly whispers echoed in every corner.
All the shrines to the Emperor tremble.
Amid the priests' trembling prayers, a flaming figure walked out of nothingness onto the battlefield.
The Cursed Legion, dressed in pitch-black armor, wearing hollow bone ornaments and entangled in ether fire, appeared at the most critical moment of the planet Pharos.
A thunderous rain of bullets swept past, crushing the terrifying chaotic forces.
The Red Letter Warrior was reduced to ashes by the explosive bomb attack wrapped in cursed fire.
Seeing this scene, Li Ji's face showed joy.
"All troops must gather around me. Anyone who abandons their comrades and escapes will be subject to the harshest punishment under the Imperial law."
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Seeing the Cursed Legion appear, commanders at all levels were ecstatic, and they did not waste the advantages gained by these silent allies.
They hurriedly ordered all troops to regroup and launch a counterattack in coordination with the Cursed Legion.
No one knows where the Legion of the Damned came from.
All we know is that they will respond to the empire's call for help at some point, descend from nothingness onto the battlefield, and win victory for the empire with a crushing force.
Many Imperial scholars believe that the members of the Legion of the Damned are the souls of loyalists collected by the Emperor.
The Emperor used his supreme power to reshape those souls so that they could continue to fight for humanity.
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At the fortress, Magnus, seeing the Cursed Legion appear, realized that he did not have much time and needed to act quickly.
He was seen holding up the scepter, ready to completely destroy his brother's trump card.
Without navigational beacons, the Imperial forces would be beset by the aether storms of the Warp, unable to focus their forces against Chaos.
The Empire of Man will become an empire with only half the territory.
In the fortress, the Grey Knights Grand Master Clovis killed a twisted demon.
His iron boots stepped on the rotten corpses of the enemies and killed other enemies.
But there are really too many enemies.
With the arrival of Magnus, the demon's offensive became more and more frenzied.
As soon as one evil demon was killed, seven or eight more evil demons rushed up.
Clovis raised his bolter and pulled the trigger repeatedly.
The powerful recoil caused his body, which was covered in Terminator power armor, to vibrate slightly.
The explosive bombs fired after the holy prayer ritual penetrated the bodies of the demons and easily expelled them back into the warp.
Valen's screams rang out.
Clovis looked in the direction of the sound and found that several demons surrounded the Grey Knight who was responsible for guarding Valen.
Clovis wanted to provide support, but he was powerless.
He was also surrounded by evil spirits.
Wait until he's done with those disgusting clawed monsters.
When I walked over, I found Valen lying on the ground, dying.
His stomach had been ripped open and his intestines were visible.
Clovis quickly assessed that he was dead, no mortal could survive such horrific injuries.
Valen was on the verge of death, his eyes filled with fear and regret.
Tears streamed down his well-kept face.
He looked at Clovis who was looking down at him, "I'm sorry."
"I don't want this. I just want to continue to serve the Emperor and the Primarch."
His tone was full of regret.
Valen reached out and touched Clovis' armor. "I really didn't betray you. Really, if I knew the consequences of the spell would be like this, I would never have touched it. I'm sorry."
"You should not touch Chaos. Their promises are always false. They are like a vicious trap that constantly lures people into it. They often promise good things at the beginning, but always end up with eternal torture."
"Nothing can free us from suffering, and there is no such thing as eternity. Once you trade with Chaos, everything you have will be stolen by those liars: your youth, your vitality, your health, and your soul. The only blessing Chaos can give to people is the habit of enduring pain."
Clovis looked at the regretful Valen, "You have made a big mistake, even if your original intention was good. You should not forget the teachings. I don't like the State Church and the Inquisition, but some of their actions are correct. Don't try to use the power of Chaos, even for the best of intentions, otherwise you will suffer backlash."
Varun died with regret.
He persisted for two and a half centuries, working diligently and keeping himself vigilant against corruption and depravity.
Restrain your desire for material enjoyment and don't let yourself be disturbed by external things.
But in the end, he still fell to the temptation of chaos.
Chaos not only tempts others materially, but also tempts them from the heart and spiritual level.
Taking advantage of people's desire for beauty and their loyalty to the emperor, he lures people onto a terrible path.
"Go." Clovis had no time to grieve for this misguided soul.
The demons are still wreaking havoc, and their mission is not over yet.
Demons and traitors raged throughout the fortress, waves of madness crashing over the loyalists' defenses.
Strange whispers echo throughout the fortress, and twisted shapes can be seen everywhere.
The howls of terror from the mortal servants mingled with the battle cries of the Primaris Space Marines.
A disgusting, rancid smell filled the air.
A large number of mortal soldiers died in the battle.
Their limbs were twisted and deformed by the supernatural evil fire from the other side, and their torsos turned into transparent glass in the flash of light.
A twisted monster jumped out from the darkness, with a large number of broken limbs and arms scattered all over the ground, like a Shura field on earth.
The Primaris Space Marines did their best to maintain the defense line, trying to drive away those twisted and abominable monsters.
They formed formations, trying to ensure they would not be dispersed by demons and traitors.
With the fluctuation of psychic energy, warriors of the Cursed Legion also appeared in the fortress.
They remained silent, using bombs wrapped in cursed fire to help the Imperial loyalists eliminate demons.
The Primaris Space Marines were able to catch their breath, and with the powerful recovery power provided by the Heart of Guilliman, they quickly recovered their combat effectiveness.
Cooperate with the warriors of the Legion of the Damned to fight against these evil demons from the Warp.
The huge caliber grenade launchers roared continuously, harvesting the twisted flesh and blood in large areas, gradually advancing and retaking the lost defense line.
Clovis also rushed to various battlefields.
The black sword that trapped the demon kept chattering.
Still tempting Clovis to use its power.
It’s a pity that Clovis ignored the Black Sword from beginning to end, and continued to hunt demons as usual.
Soon with the assistance of the Curse Legion warriors.
Clovis and Amaleki were reunited, along with other important figures from the chapter.
"The devil keeps coming, and we have to solve the root cause." Clovis said that he could already see that all the threads of fate were heading in one direction.
That's the direction Magnus was in.
Expelling him would solve everything.
"Where is the saint?" Amaritch did not respond to Clovis directly, but asked about the situation of Saint Celestine.
It's so strange that she wasn't seen when something like this happened in the fortress.
As soon as these words were spoken, the people who had gathered looked at each other and said that they had not seen the saint.
Thinking back carefully, it seemed that they didn't even see the Battle Sister.
"Logically speaking, there is no possibility that the Saints and Battle Sisters would rebel?" a captain of a regiment whispered, "Why don't they come out?"
If even the saints were to rebel, it would be a fatal blow to the faith in the Emperor.
However, there has never been a record of rebellion since the saint appeared in the history of the empire.
"Maybe he left, or was transferred away by the enemy using a strategy." said another Primaris Space Marine.
Everyone discussed for a while, but there was no result.
No one knows where Celestine went
"Forget it, don't worry about it. The most important thing now is to deal with Magnus." Clovis said.
Amaritch nodded, agreeing, and did not ask about Celestine again.
After everyone determined their target, they all headed towards Magnus's location.
Magnus has descended upon the fortress.
Tried to prepare a massive spell to try and wipe out the Pharos Lighthouse completely.
Under the orders of the Grand Marshal of the Black Templars and the Grand Master of the Grey Knights, many Primaris Space Marines gathered towards this team.
The warriors in Terminators walked in front along with the huge Dreadnoughts.
He used his heavy armor to bear the pressure of numerous demon attacks for his companions behind him.
In the rear, numerous Primaris warriors and Legion of the Damned warriors attacked together, using various heavy firepower to destroy the swarming demons and open up a way forward.
The demons also realized what they wanted to do and launched an even more frenzied attack.
Even with the Loyalists' unmatched resolve and undying faith, the situation is not optimistic.
The teams composed of red-letter warriors and twisted demons that came out of the portal attacked fiercely, trying to stop the advance of the loyalists at all costs.
From time to time, a warrior would be knocked down and dragged into the darkness by those hideous monsters.
Clovis roared continuously, slashing the red letter warriors, Tzeentch demons, and twisted monsters of the Warp with the weapon in his hand.
Grand Marshal Amaritch remained indifferent. He had completely given his soul to the Emperor and killed cruelly like a cold killing machine.
The Librarians waved their scepters and released their psychic powers to fight against the rebellious wizards.
They fought their way through the crazed demons and traitors.
They left behind a vast amount of shattered debris and steaming clouds of corrupted ichor.
They moved closer and closer to Magnus.
The surviving Librarians felt unprecedented psychic pressure.
As he got closer and closer to the demon primarch.
The mental pressure they are under is also increasing.
Many think tanks even cried out in pain.
Later on, even those Primaris Space Marines without psychic powers began to feel the pressure.
The evil energy emanating from Magnus was like needles pricking their heads.
The power of the Demon Primarch is too terrifying and beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Approaching Magnus, the loyalists discovered the horrific scenes surrounding him.
Those scenes were very unreal, all projected from another world.
Apparently, in order to enter the planet of Pharos, the Demon Primarch performed a massive sacrificial ceremony.
An altar etched with chaos runes, a group of wizards were surrounding it chanting prayers and making various gestures.
A large number of innocent civilians were caught from iron cages by Magnus' followers, their throats were slit and their blood was drained, and then their bodies were piled on the altar.
The number of dead bodies was incalculable, and all that could be seen was their blood flowing together to form a huge blood stream.
The bodies were piled up like hills.
Next to those followers, there were piles of knives that had become blunt due to excessive killing.
"Poor fools, you are still fighting for the Corpse King. What a ironic loyalty." Magnus looked with his one eye at the warriors who were still fighting in the demon waves and trying to get close to him, and made mocking words.
Many loyalists looked towards where Magnus was, and every warrior's eyes were filled with anger.
"You will pay the price, Red Devil." Clovis roared loudly, his eyes full of hatred as he looked at Magnus.
On the battlefield of Fenris and the battlefield of the Wizard Star, he lost a large number of his companions because of this hateful demon primarch.
"You think you can stop me with a weakling like me?" Magnus gave a cold smile.
Clovis didn't say anything, but responded with a holy bomb.
Other loyalists also launched attacks on the Daemon Primarch.
However, Magnus paid no attention to these attacks.
Bombs cannot hit him.
Sorcery protected the Daemon Primarch, allowing him to ignore attacks launched by numerous loyalists.
"It is ridiculous for a group of ants to want to stop the wheel of fate."
Magnus held the scepter in his hand and looked at the loyalists with pity.
Clovis chopped off the body of the demon in front of him with a sword and rushed towards Magnus.
Amarachi followed closely behind.
The power of the Daemon Primarch is irresistible.
But they would never have any fear in their mind.
The only thing in their minds was the firm will to swing their swords at the enemy.
But the power of the Demon Primarch was beyond their imagination.
Magnus simply waved his arm and used his massive psychic power to knock Amaritch away.
The Grand Marshal was crashed into the ruins by the violent psychic energy impact.
Countless demons swarmed over, biting at the weak points of Amaritch's armor, trying to kill the imperial hero.
Clovis was in equally bad shape.
Magnus's magic hands easily grabbed him and lifted him into the air.
In front of the huge demon primarch, he was as fragile as a mortal.
Clovis' skin burned and every breath he took felt like fire filling his throat.
"Who the hell do you think you are? You're just a toy created by my stupid father, and you think you can stop me?"
Magnus slowly exerted force, and the Terminator power armor made of ceramic steel groaned under the heavy burden.
"I spit on you," Clovis whispered.
"Go to hell and tell it, idiot." Magnus exerted force suddenly, but found that Clovis, who was tightly grasped by the magic hand, disappeared.
A strange force took him away.
This scene surprised everyone.
The loyalists were confused but happy; it was always a good thing that Clovis was not killed by Magnus.
"Hey, Magnus, it's been a long time. Ten thousand years have passed. I hope the fractured spine caused by Russ didn't bother you. I have a few good doctors here who have experience in treating spines. If you have any contacts, you can contact me."
A huge projection of Guilliman appeared above the fortress and spoke in the direction of Magnus.
"Guilliman?" Magnus looked up at the huge holographic projection, surprise flashing in his smug eyes, followed by anger.
The knee strike that the Space Wolves Primarch Russ gave to Magnus directly broke Magnus' spine and shattered his soul.
Magnus still can't get over this incident.
But Guilliman dared to bring it out and say it in public.
Magnus vowed that Guilliman would pay an unimaginable price for this act.
One day, he would break Guilliman's waist in public, leaving him lying on the ground screaming.
"You can't be here, you're still in the Charadon sector, how can you have a conversation with me?" Magnus remained rational in his anger.
It is obvious that he had a full grasp of the deployment of the imperial army before attacking Pharos.
He also deliberately interfered with several worlds to keep the Empire busy and ensure that his plan was foolproof.
Guilliman can't be here
Then how did he know he would come
A bad thought came into Magnus' mind.
"I know you must be confused, but I want to tell you that your plan is a piece of shit. I suggest you go to Angron for advice. At least he won't play such a stupid plot."
After saying this, Guilliman's projection flashed a few times and disappeared.
Magnus, who was already furious because Guilliman had revealed something that happened ten thousand years ago, lost the little rationality he had managed to keep after hearing the projection's words, and became even more violent.
Angron was the most brainless of the Primarchs.
His brain was screwed by those damn nobles, and he only gets excited about killing and fighting.
Therefore, Angron would not choose any option other than fighting.
It's always been mindless.
And now, Guilliman even mocked his strategy as being worse than Angron's.
What a shame and humiliation.
No forgiveness.
"I will kill you, Guilliman." Magnus roared, and lightning and thunder flashed in the sky.
As he became more angry, the psychic storm surrounding him also became more crazy.
"You should think about how to survive first, traitor."
The sound echoed throughout the battlefield.
With the help of other warriors, Amarachi stood up again with a look of surprise on his face.
This voice belongs to Celestine who has never appeared.
A mysterious aura emanated from the lighthouse, so sacred that it seemed as if the emperor himself was present.
Golden light emerged from everywhere.
Magnus looked angry and surprised, he felt threatened.
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