Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation

  Chapter 455 The task of the master (for subscription)

  The subspace is constantly roaring, berserk and chaotic.

  The furious storm tore apart the ancient and broken veil of fate and lies, peeled off the shell of reality, poured endless waves of ether, and completely destroyed everything.

   Ethereal and hideous beings send out their wolves into the void, conveying their desires to mortal beings.

  Through their ever-changing tentacles, they entwine among the stars, dragging those miserable souls into the abyss of eternal light.

  Under the violence that can shatter time, reality trembles, converging with the highest heaven through unstable rifts.

   Reason is ignited by the evil fire, and the fire crosses the sea of ​​stars, reaching the end of the doomsday.

  Here is where reality and fantasy meet.

   is a mixture of nightmare and reality.

   Nothing is impossible here.

   Those horrible things have even broken people's illusions about routine and rationality.

  Eye of Terror.

  A place where the physical universe and the warp meet.

  From the perspective of ordinary people, the huge vortex of dense stars that the Empire named the Eye of Terror is, as its name suggests, a fierce and glowing eye, shining in the vast galaxy.

   Like an evil gem set in the northwestern part of the galaxy.

  This simple cognition is already all for many people.

  Even in the empire that is now open, the history and related knowledge of the Eye of Terror are listed as high-level archives.

   Only those who have completed professional studies and passed the soul certification can browse the content.

  In many of the universes the Empire has set foot in, few races and civilizations are aware of the reality of another realm, or Warp for short.

   They either see the Warp as a chaotic kingdom inhabited by elven monsters and demons, or they see it as something of myth and legend.

  Some extraordinary civilizations are more rational and regard it as the source of elements, aura, or various supernatural powers.

   But no matter what, all creatures will not deny the horror of the subspace.

  It is like the ocean. If you know how to use the climate and ocean currents, it can take you to your destination quickly.

   But if you know nothing about it, you think you can conquer it.

  There is only one end game.

   That is to be directly swallowed by the terrifying storm and smashed to pieces.

  The subspace and the real universe were originally in peace, each in its own domain.

  Until the fall of the Eldar led to an unprecedented crisis.

   Their indulgence, carnival and other extreme emotions are like blood in the subspace.

   The hateful evil **** came after smelling it.

  The evil **** tore a wound in reality, causing the turbulent subspace ocean to enter the real universe along the wound, making it fester, and turning it into a paradise for demons and a **** for real creatures.

  The Eye of Terror, which has existed since the time of the Eldar Fall, and the violent storm is terrifying.

   It has not weakened in the slightest until now.

   There are countless evil worlds, occupied by Chaos Daemons and traitor legions.

   Each of them is a sworn enemy of the Empire.

   What sets the Eye of Terror's tumbling twisted storm apart from other cosmic storms is that it's bigger, much bigger, and capable of tearing everything apart.

  Navigators must observe the channel 24 hours a day and pay attention to those weird ocean currents.

   examines all crises.

   Avoid the starship being thrown on an unpredictable course by the raging, terrifying warp storm.

  Many navigator families are secretive about the Eye of Terror, and they will turn their ships hundreds of light years away to avoid falling into that terrible hell.

  Any arrogant guy who thinks he can pass through the Eye of Fear will end up disappearing.

  The news that came back at the end was full of despair and fear.

  The Eye of Terror is a cancer in the real universe.

  When Abaddon broke through the Cadia fortress world, the cancer spread.

   Now, the spreading cancer shrinks as Cadia recovers.

   But it's as dangerous as ever.

   will devour those who dare to despise it.

  At this moment, there is a fleet that looks dilapidated and has the imperial double-headed eagle emblem on the hull sailing in it.

The battleship headed by    has a large number of turrets, induction towers and laser energy reflection devices on the surface.

  Looks like a bloated, patched, fat man with all kinds of scars.

  In the hull covered with heavy armor, little Fulgrim stared at the hologram.

  Wearing armor, the soldiers who are willing to return to the embrace of the empire, eager to wash away their grievances, stand like statues around the hall.

  They wear full body armor and helmets, and the red light of the eyepiece shines from behind.

  Only the slight vibrating sound of the servo.

   indicates that they were living creatures, not actual sculptures.

   A sticker with the oath written on it is stuck on the top of the armor.

  The road to salvation is long and difficult, with no end in sight.

  They used the oath to tell themselves over and over again that they needed to persevere until the day when their duties ended.

  Little Fulgrim remained silent, examining what the detection instruments and the navigator saw.

   This ship looks shabby, but it has a lot of nice things.

  Guilliman threw some available equipment to them through some hidden channels or some deliberately designed coincidences.

   Make sure they are better able to complete the task.

   Weaken the forces of Chaos.

   The detection devices used by the fleet are far more advanced than those used by the Chaos Traitors.

  It can clearly use the subspace or some unexplainable principle to observe all the details of tens or hundreds of light-years away.

   On one glowing planet after another, the strangest, most perverted minds manifested themselves under the watchful eye of little Fulgrim.

  Little Fulgrim chooses his target.

  Another world will be redeemed.

   In the name of Emperor Guilliman, in the name of the Redeemer.

  Little Fulgrim saw a planet covered in twisting, roaring factories.

  Those factories are running in a weird manner.

   It's as if they breathe.

  Those factories seemed to be made of metal and stone, a city-sized monstrosity of brass and steel.

  Their pipes, towering into the sky, belch thick black smoke and flames into the eternal night that envelops the whole world.

  Those factories reshaped the bones of the planet.

   The filth of the warp seeps from every crevice of metal atoms, from every pore of stone.

  The entire world has been taken over by traitors and demons, reshaped by their will.

   Need to use holy baptism to clean up those damned enemies and transform the whole world.

  Heavy footsteps and dull servo sounds came.

  Zahariel walked over from the gate and stood next to little Fulgrim.

  Besides him, there is an Alpha-Kasar in black armor, and an Emperor's Son Loyalist-Alam.

  They scattered around the holographic table.

  Pale light reflected their helmet visors.

   From the perspective of the general trend, the eternal war is a war between empire and chaos.

  If you look at it locally, you will know that this war is actually chaotic.

   Some people don't want to swear allegiance to a decaying empire, or to the gods.

   They fight for what they believe in.

   There are also some who realize the horror of the gods and want to return to the side of the empire, but they are not accepted and can only be reduced to the Lost Warband.

  Many warbands fought both against the Empire and against Chaos over long periods of time.

  Of course, the fate of many warbands is inevitable corruption, but there are still many people with strong minds who are active between the Empire and Chaos.

  Little Fulgrim's subordinates are all these people.

  He promised these people that when they died in battle, they would be accepted by the Holy Emperor and wash away all past mistakes.

  Of course, they cannot enjoy the honor during their lifetime.

   This is just an effort towards salvation after death.

   Several loyal Thousand Sons wizards used their visions to see those dead warriors being led into the world of light that symbolized Guilliman, and this promise was thoroughly confirmed.

   Many lost warriors came from all directions to join Little Fulgrim, seeking salvation after death.

  They once worked with Chaos, and saw clearly the nature of Chaos Gods.

  Associating with the gods, death is the beginning of despair and torment.

   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 is only an illusion.

   There are countless souls buried in the Gardens of Nurgle and the Crystal Labyrinth.

   They are either food for the devil or slaves.

   There is no so-called salvation in subspace, and there is no so-called paradise.

  In the realm of eternity, there is only pain and despair.

"This is the world where warbands live." Little Fulgrim said, pointing to a light spot in the holographic projection: "I recognized the emblems of several warbands from the database of the empire, Lord of Flawless, Extinct Beast , the Crackers, it was clear that when Abaddon fell and Lion led the Imperial Army to sweep across the Eye of Terror, these warbands were forced to unite and seek to survive."

   These battle gangs are extremely famous.

   Has launched a series of plunders against the Empire.

   Produced a large number of killings.

  Just the act of massacring the entire planet has been carried out more than a dozen times in official records.

  The official record should only record the recorded report.

  In the era when Guilliman hadn't recovered, the communication between the galaxies was very slow, and many planets were slaughtered by the enemy, and Terra didn't know it.

   "Then we will exterminate them," Zahariel said. "As we have done before."

  Little Fulgrim nodded, "Exactly, exterminating these traitors is the best way for us to seek salvation."

   "I can't help but stain my sword with blood." Kasar's weird voice came from under the helmet's grid.

  Little Fulgrim was a little uncertain about the members of the Alpha Legion.

   From some evidence, one of the Gemini Primarchs chose loyalty and the other chose betrayal.

  Alpharius is a psychopath, and he has always believed in a strong person who deserves to survive and protect the empire.

  Thus constantly letting his sons test the loyalists of the Empire.

  From the blood game that is still prevalent in the imperial army, to the stealing of Dorne's defense map before the siege of Terra, when the siege of Terra was just about to start, he took his own legion to evacuate.

  These behaviors make the betrayal of the Alpha Legion full of mysteries.

  They intentionally keep traitors and loyalists in equal numbers.

   Don't want the Empire to win, and don't want Chaos to win either.

   The Alpha Legion's contribution to the eternal battle that has been stalemate for thousands of years can be said to be indispensable.

   They can be said to be the least damaged in the great rebellion.

   The game is basically a downwind game.

   After finishing the fight, he immediately withdrew.

  Little Fulgrim didn't intend to see whether these alphas were loyal or not.

  No matter how malicious the opponent is, as long as the opponent's sword swings at the enemy you want to kill.

"Those factories have built a large number of artillery, which should be used to target other predators, but they will still pose a threat to us." Zahariel looked at the image screen on the holographic podium of the target planet, marked with a lot of red Point, all defensive measures. "We can no longer drop near those factories, enemy fire will tear our ships apart."

  Zahariel slid the holographic projection again.

  Several huge ships appeared on the image screen.

   Static light beams outline the details of those giant battleships.

  All are full of traces of corruption, twisted flesh and blood, weird tentacles, eyes full of endless malice embedded in the bow of the ship.

   They are evil amalgams of metal and warp spirits.

   Half metal, half demon.

   Like an ancient monster from a nightmare.

  The sticky tentacles of the ancient Terra giant squid and the primitive savagery of the deep-sea predators, together with the scientific and technological achievements of human beings, are combined together with some incomprehensible inhuman wisdom.

  Thick and sinuous tentacles stretch out in all directions, each of which can roll up a cruiser.

   Serrated fangs are so sharp that they can easily bite through anything in the world.

   "They also have void defense power." Zahariel pointed to those weird ships and said, "These are all things we need to pay attention to."

   "We'll crush them." Little Fulgrim said, "Go get your men, get ready."

   The fleet organized by little Fulgrim looks tattered, but its maneuverability is not bad.

  With the intentional help of the empire, their ships obtained a lot of good things. Even if they look ugly, they can't hide their powerful performance and firepower.

  When the order to fight is given.

  All fleets began to rush towards the target in unison.

   The Chaos ships turned and shot at Little Fulgrim's fleet.

  The first round of missiles strikes.

  Small destroyers escorting battleships and strike cruisers launch anti-missile weapons for interception.

  The void emitting a strange light immediately produced a series of small-scale explosions.

   Then the sound of explosions became the continuous accompaniment of the fleet's march.

   Several torpedoes penetrated the fire interception net.

  The kinetic energy of their high-speed movement is even more dangerous than the ammunition they carry.

  But the torpedo exploded on the void shield when it was a few hundred meters away from the whole group.

   Void shields flicker, diverting massive destructive energies into the Warp.

  Like Fulgrim watched the battle, not too worried.

   Such long-range firefights are never decisive and do not cause particularly large damage.

   The main tactical orb shows 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.

   It is even possible to see the engine light of the enemy ship through the hanging window, and the ships of the forces of chaos have already launched a battle line to try to intercept Fulgrim's fleet.

  With the wisdom and strategy of the primarch level, he observed the enemy's deployment and looked for the weakness of the enemy's defense line.

  He could see that behind the enemy there should be a warlord conducting overall command.

   Do your best to organize these rebellious ships.

   Chaos forces always like to fight independently and resist any unified command.

   Even under the command of a war lord, they will not be very obedient.

   Lack of coordination with each other.

  Little Fulgrim casually used Chaghatai's maneuvering strategy.

  The fleet was divided into two, and the other half of the ships went around from below.

   This is an ancient cavalry tactic, which was carried forward by Chagatai.

  By enticing the enemy head-on, outflanking, dividing and annihilating.

  Dense artillery shells and torpedoes flew out continuously, blocking the maneuvering space of the fleets of both sides.

  Many times, the torpedoes and shells fired are not intended to kill the enemy.

  It is to block the enemy's retreat and force the enemy to enter his desired position.

  Void warfare is more complicated than ground warfare.

  The multi-dimensional steering makes the starship more flexible. Without certain capabilities, it is difficult to command a large-scale naval battle.

   Both sides were driving at high speed, and the bow guns were constantly firing.

   Brilliant spears of light are shooting out.

  Every launch will make the hull tremble.

   Soon, they will be able to see each other clearly.

   Enemy ships grow from tiny blobs to model size.

   Those ships continued to grow larger and swell as the fleet advanced at high speed.

   In the void, this perspective creates visual deception.

   When observing from the viewing port with optical mirrors, those enemy ships seemed to be about to collide directly with their own ship, but the size of the enemy continued to increase.

   Visually, the angle of impact of the bow changes from a flat and sharp scalpel to a huge and thick cliff.

   Until the sensor towers and weapon turrets lined up above are clearly visible, they are still tens of kilometers away from each other.

   They passed each other in a violent but brief cross-bombardment.

   Both sides unleashed attacks consisting of lasers and live ammunition, forming a storm of destruction.

  A brighter light is produced, indicating that a ship has been hit, disabled by an explosion in its reactor.

   When the light faded and the augurs became clear, Fulgrim the Younger's fleet left a flaming cruiser behind and moved on.

  The call of the ship's personnel kept ringing in the communication channel.

  They seal the blast deck, stop the air from leaking, and organize relevant personnel to carry out repairs.

   Some crew members were sucked outside by the leaking air and died within seconds.

  Little Fulgrim didn't show any mood swings.

  When they chose this path, they already knew clearly what the ending awaited them.

   Dying in battle is a reward.

   Souls will return to the arms of the Holy Emperor, instead of wandering alone in the warp, hunted or held as pathetic demon slaves.

  Enemy casualties are even more tragic.

  The core of their combat power is a battleship and three strike cruisers.

   But now the two cruisers have been severely damaged.

  An engine fails, goes off course, and is torn to shreds by another fleet.

  Another ship ignited a raging fire, and with the silent flames rising, the ship disintegrated silently.

  The battleship also burst into flames, but it was quickly extinguished and turned around to prepare for a new round of shooting.

   But the first round of firefight has already decided their outcome.

   Although the fleet in Little Fulgrim's hands is not as good as the regular fleet of the Empire, it is still slightly better than the ships of the Chaos side.

  The final fate of the battleship that turned its direction was nothing but being torn apart.

  The traitors were annihilated, and the cruisers trying to escape were caught up by the faster small destroyers and focused on killing them.

   Only burning wreckage remained in the void.

  Little Fulgrim's fleet passed through the debris area and headed for the target world.

  When Little Fulgrim's fleet turned into planetary orbit, the defensive lasers and orbital missiles fired from the planet's surface continued to explode in the stratosphere.

   "It is time, my companions, to cast down the wrath of punishment. This will be another trophy we offer to the Holy Emperor."

  Little Fulgrim's voice echoed over the communication channel.

   Landing shuttles and orbital airborne pods flew out of the battleship one after another, falling towards the target world like meteorites.

  The imperial double-headed eagle emblem engraved on the cabin announces to the enemy that the punishment has come.

   "Abadon is a complete idiot."

  In a hall full of blasphemous marks, sits a throne made of the bones of the victims.

   On the throne, the huge monster in purple armor covered with bone spurs, with human heads and human skin hanging from it let out an angry growl.

   "He brought Guilliman back to life and screwed everything up. Made himself a prisoner on Terra. Made the Eye of Terror no longer safe."

  The angry voice echoed in the hall, and the Chaos Space Marine stood silently, not daring to make any sound, for fear that he would become the target of the opponent's anger.

   The cultists and mutants stopped whispering.

  In those hanging iron cages, the captives also lowered their screams and turned them into low howls of pain.

  Only the painful sound of the dark machinery operating and the broken garbled codes reported by the brainless machine servant.

   "Master Aidolon." The bloated body of a priest of dark technology, embedded with many mechanical prosthetic limbs, trembled, "The void fleet has lost its news, and the enemy has approached low-earth orbit, and an orbital strike will soon be launched."

   Eidolon was one of the earliest warriors of the Third Legion, the Emperor's Children, and one of the Eleven Lord Commanders of the Legion.

  He was born on Terra and was the most outstanding Lord Commander of the Emperor's Children Legion.

   Once known as the model of the Emperor's Children Legion.

   was the first Space Marine to lead an entire company in the Legion.

  The Emperor's Children suffered some accidents in their early development, making them much smaller than other Legions.

  When Fulgrim was found, the Emperor's Children Legion had only two hundred battle-brothers

  The early Emperor's Children were incorporated into the Luna Wolves, learning how to fight, and using various methods to increase their numbers until they could fight independently.

   Eidolon was also the first Noise Warrior implanted with alien organs.

   Able to unleash terrifying sound waves that tear enemies apart to their most primitive molecules.

   This ability first appeared in Isstvan III World, and was questioned by Loyalist Taviz.

  Taviz refused to carry out similar transformations on his body, and was regarded as a target that needed to be eliminated, and was thrown into the battle of Canticle City.

  Eidolon committed a terrible crime on the planet Isstvan III.

   When he broke through the line of Loyalists, he massacred the wounded.

  Especially those sons of the emperor who were loyal factions were tortured and killed by him.

  He also played a major role in the Landing Massacre, producing a string of horrific, bloody, and horrific killings.

   After that, he also appeared in the Siege of Terra, and caused a series of carnage.

  After the Horus Rebellion, 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 thought that he would win with the victory of the gods, but now, the punishment of the empire has come.

  The other party has absolutely no possibility of letting him go.

   "They want to kill us, but it won't be that simple." Aidolon said, "Let Queen Silaire be the first to attack, and let those idiots know that this world is not something they can invade at will."

  Queen Siler is a succubus, masquerade dancer.

   was once the most favored dancer and chief maid, and also a succubus with multiple genders.

   Succubus seduce not only men, but also women, so they have all the characteristics that are perfect and meet the desires of men and women.

   In the Eternal Great Game, Tzeentch tricked Slaanesh into war with Khorne.

   And Slaanesh has no chance of winning the war.

   was finally defeated and lost face.

  Silaire, seeing the gloomy mood of his master, entertained him with the most vigorous and radiant dances.

   Slaanesh was not a little happy, but thought it was a mockery of him.

   denounced Silaire as a traitor.

  Slaanesh cursed the masquerade dancer and drove her from her realm.

  Silaire is forced to dance in eternity and finds a way to seek forgiveness from her master.

  Eidolon formed an alliance with the other party in a world, became the other party's concubine, and got the support of the masquerade dancers, and became a famous force in the Eye of Terror.

  Unfortunately, under the attack of the human empire, the current Aidolon has lost its former glory.

   You can only huddle on such a planet, recuperate, and pray that the empire will not solve the Eye of Terror so quickly.

  Unfortunately, the gods he believed in did not favor him.

   Fate brought little Fulgrim here to be his Punisher.

   This is undoubtedly an extremely ironic joke.

   A clone of his genetic father became his executioner.

  The hatch of the airborne cabin was blown open, and it hit the ground heavily.

  Kasar and other team members rushed out of the cabin together, and rushed towards the enemy with Little Fulgrim as the center.

   Above them, Thunderhawk and other old Imperial fighter planes were flying across the sky, leaving behind white air waves.

   Various titans eliminated by the empire were also thrown onto the battlefield.

  It is controlled by those knight families who have fallen into darkness and are willing to follow little Fulgrim to seek redemption.

  Some dark priests who were captured or sincerely surrendered are responsible for the maintenance of these titans.

  Heavy tanks and vehicles were also air-dropped.

   All from obsolete armaments of the Empire.

  Guilliman handed it over to little Fulgrim through some secret means, ensuring his military strength.

   Under the command of little Fulgrim, a large army launched an attack on the target.

   Huge fortress in front of them.

   Armored troops roared across the eerie, writhing plains of flesh.

  The air is filled with suffocating exhaust fumes.

   In the middle of the battle formation, little Fulgrim was sitting on a Land Raider, directing the direction forward.

  Zahariel is also in battle.

  Even if the gas emitted by the engine passes through the helmet rebreather, it is difficult to completely eliminate the smell.

  But he didn't feel sick, but excited.

   This gave him a feeling of returning to the Great Crusade.

  Before, this is how they charged at the enemy.

  The earth shook.

  Countless demons flapped their wings and rushed towards them.

   "Kill them all." Young Fulgrim roared, "For our lost salvation, for the honor we once craved."

  Zahariel kept pulling the trigger, the bolt gun continued to roar, and the spewing bullets hit the waves of demons, making them scream.

   Other fighters also opened fire after the enemy entered the optimal range.

   Tanks, gunboats, etc. all roared. Beams of beams and cannonballs trailing flames fell in the endless waves.

  Bombs explode the flesh shaped by the warp.

   Lasers burn the wreckage to ashes.

  The demon did not retreat like a living creature.

  They came like a tidal wave, and then turned into broken corpses.

  Zahariel slammed through a thing that was twenty-eight centimeters long for a man and had a pair of proud twin peaks for a woman.

   Then a bomb blast reduced it to shattered wreckage.

  Kassar is also fighting hard, the bolt gun in his hand is constantly being pulled.

  Among the sound of explosive bombs, his battle cry was also clearly visible.

   "Mankind will last forever."

   His battle-brother roared as well.

  The sound of fighting resounded everywhere.

  Little Fulgrim is unstoppable, and the long sword forged with arcane secrets in his hand cuts the enemy in two with unimaginable silkiness.

  Stopped those demons who were rushing, and the blade split the monster's skull in half.

   A terrible demon is eyeing him.

  It was clad in scarlet hides and armor, and a sharp horn grew from its forehead.

  The jaw opened in fury, revealing the terrifying fangs.

  A warrior longing for redemption was pierced by its sword burning with black flames, and a warrior with a broken skull and flattened helmet was trampled under his feet.

   "A vile replica!" The demon mocked.

  Little Fulgrim was silent, but charged at him.

  The demon rushed over after howling.

  The opponent's body was extremely huge, and when the huge hoof hit the ground, the ground trembled slightly.

   After reaching a certain distance, little Fulgrim jumped forward.

   After avoiding the opponent's sharp sword burning with black flames, he stabbed the sword in his hand into the enemy's body.

  The demon's body dissolves in its cries of pain.

  Little Fulgrim spat at the other party before he died completely, which was regarded as a response to the humiliation just now.

   "Tear them apart," cried Little Fulgrim. "This world will be our conquest to the Holy Emperor, a sacrifice to our redemption."

   All heavy tanks and vehicles obeyed his orders.

  The sudden salvo broke through the demon's line of defense.

   opens the way to the Bastion Factory.

  Little Fulgrim took the lead and rushed to the front.

   "For the lost honor, for the redemption after death."

  His sword carries the willpower 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 ray of light.

  In an instant, the abominations of various shapes, with twisted, hoofed feet, and long necks were cut open, and all of them were reduced to ashes.

   At the entrance of the fortress, the demon leader - Queen Siler sits here.

  It has a face that charms all living beings.

  The naked upper body, only has a pitiful amount of fabric, covering the three proud, snow-white peaks.

  The proud mountain shakes with its movements.

  The strong body has a pair of arms and a pair of tentacles.

   There are a pair of white horns on the head covered with purple hair, which is worn on its head like a crown.

  The pair of slender beautiful legs showed a gradual light purple color, which was very gorgeous.

  Bare skin shines with the brilliance of gemstones. Exudes a greasy fragrance.

  The demon is a distorted interpretation of the word beauty, so beautiful that it makes people sick.

  It will kill all humans who dare to approach.

  The movement of beheading human beings is so graceful that even the Eldar are ashamed.

  A warrior who rushed forward was cut through the defense by its sword, and then cut off his limbs with extremely fast and precise movements.

  Yin Hong's body just fell in front of that demon.

  The other party even licked the blood on the sword, and a perverted smile appeared on that terrifyingly handsome face.

  Little Fulgrim walked towards him.

  The hideous scar was like a centipede lying on his angry face.

   "Replica, what a pity, if it wasn't for the task of the master, I wouldn't even want to kill you." Queen Silaire watched the other party approaching, showing a mocking look.

   "Go to hell." Little Fulgrim roared angrily.

  Queen Siler launched an attack as swiftly as a poisonous snake.

  The blade with a vicious curse stabbed towards the body of little Fulgrim.

  Its movements are very graceful, as if it is dancing.

  Little Fulgrim blocked the opponent's blow with the sword in his hand.

  The brutal force made the force field device attached to the long sword groan.

   After forcing the opponent back with a sword, little Fulgrim took out his bolt gun, fired fifty of the bolts, and then charged forward again.

   This action exposed the opponent's flaws. The long sword in his hand pierced the filthy flesh and blood of the opponent, making him make a joyful sound, and even trembled, as if this behavior brought him indescribable joy.

   "Master's task, so exciting, so happy."

   "Disgusting." Little Fulgrim made a comment, and punched the opponent violently, knocking his disgusting body back.

  He waved his long sword and continued to charge up.

  The long sword pierced into the butter like a hot iron rod, and the sizzling sound echoed in my ears.

  Little Fulgrim violently split the opponent's body in two.

  Queen Siler collapsed in a scream of excitement, a convulsed corpse.

   Under the leadership of little Fulgrim, Zahariel and others rushed inside.

  Casar cheered slogans, celebrating that they would present another spoil to the Holy Emperor.

  May He forgive our ignorance and folly.

  May He guide the souls of the dead into His kingdom.

  May He shield us from those horrors.

  The death of the demon leader is not the end of the battle.

   They won enough, but not nearly enough.

  The signs of desecration deep within the fortress are terrifying.

   Skulls and rotting corpses can be seen everywhere.

  Floods and walls blackened and stinking with blood.

  The walls are full of paintings of various unknown liquids.

  Biological tissues can be seen everywhere, wriggling, as if alive.

  Strange ghosts are floating around, making painful sounds.

  Many bodies were hung from hooks and chains, writhing in agony, crying to them for salvation.

  They have to finish those guys with bombs.

  Just because those crying things are no longer alive.

  It's just that the soul is imprisoned in a body that has long been corrupted, and is tortured day and night.

  Killing them is a kind of redemption.

  The messengers of the Holy Emperor will bring the souls of those who have suffered so much back to the holy kingdom of the dead, so that they can rest in peace.

  The resistance inside the fort was equally fierce.

  The mutants and monsters rushed out of the corridor and were smashed to pieces.

   Killing broke out at every corner.

   Until they killed every enemy alive.

  Little Fulgrim went all the way, and finally arrived in front of a huge gate.

  The door is carved with profanity.

   Dark red blood slowly flowed down from the pattern on the gate, as if it was oozing blood.

  A warrior finds the controller of the gate and pulls it down.

  With the unbearable creaking sound, the heavy door slowly opened.

  Compared with the complaints of machine components being in disrepair, the sound was more like a painful cry from afar.

  Behind the gate hung more corpses, and even behind the gate were pinned headless bodies writhing and still suffering.

   That blood oozed from them.

   A gilded hall appeared before little Fulgrim.

   Huge enough to hold a company of Space Marines.

  The profanity scenes in it are even more astonishing.

  A group of naked mortals who have lost their minds are having **** frantically in various indescribable ways, making all kinds of filthy sounds.

  There are some whips with iron thorns, whipping while mating, squirming in the blood, making all kinds of joyful sounds that make the scalp tingle,

  Some are wriggling on the sharp bed of nails, letting the sharp nails scratch their own flesh and blood, and seeing the white bones.

   Some people were put on a dirty operating table, dismembered a little bit and then stitched together.

   No one is in pain, everyone is so happy and excited.

  Through this act of indulgence, sacrifice to the **** of darkness and obtain the blessing of Slaanesh.

  Little Fulgrim instinctively felt disgusted.

  What a terrifying and horrifying scene.

  Even the most insane lunatic would not imagine such a horrible scene.

   On the high platform surrounded by the sacrificed crowd, the Emperor's Children with their swollen bodies, tentacles and twisted horns looked at them with hatred.

   Edulon on the throne looked at the face that was exactly the same as his genetic father, and involuntarily let out a painful questioning sound.

   "Why? Why did you kill us like this? Father."

   "I am not your father, but I can send you to meet him." Little Fulgrim said.

   Five thousand and one chapters, 10,000 words count as two chapters, and today only one chapter is owed, which is eleven chapters.

  (end of this chapter)