Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

"Live up to the blood of Sanguinius!"

"Praise be to Sanguinius, praise the Primarch and His Majesty!"

The archangel raised his weapon in the air and let out a war cry. All the warriors near the Lion Gate involuntarily stared at this noble angel. The voices of the Blood Angels gathered together to form a tsunami-like shout.

The image they had only seen in tapestries, murals and stained glass in the past was now so vividly displayed in front of them. He knew the identity of the angel, and the gene seeds in the Space Marines seemed to be responding happily. facing the reality in front of us.

The soul howls of the Evil God's Blessed Ones gradually subsided, and one hundred Blood Angels stepped onto the battlefield with heavy steps. They are the bodyguards of the Archangels, each a Primaris Space Marine.

Their bodies are as tall as demigods and incredibly strong, and the terrifying firepower in their hands is enough to destroy any obstacle. The gunfire in the hands of the angels illuminated the battlefield shrouded in darkness, and every buzz of the chain sword cut off the thugs' limbs.

The bolter's special ammunition is like a scorching fireball, and the flamethrower's flames engulf the target in pieces.

The Blood Angels drank blood and followed behind their original body, killing countless enemies with violent killings.

The cultists who had lost their minds under the influence of Khorne fell one after another, like wheat harvested by a scythe, their flesh and blood broken, their bones broken and their tendons broken.

Even at the end of their lives, they still chanted the slogan of the Blood God. Their lives were harvested, the engines of large war machines hummed, and the steel tracks crushed the flesh and blood, grinding out a rotten road among the piles of flesh and blood.

The thugs carried out suicide attacks and were quickly put down by loyalists. Even with the blessing of the evil god, mortal bodies are still unable to fight against the steel war machinery. Their strength is vulnerable, but their flesh and blood are mixed with the sand, exuding an ominous aura.

"My lord." Wherever Sanguinius walked, the soldiers saluted him. The young son of God's performance on the battlefield was worthy of his name as a god on earth.

Blood and flesh spattered as the spear danced, and everything it passed turned into stumps and broken arms. No mortal could be the archangel's opponent, and no one could stop his offensive with the white wings he waved.

Sanguinius responded politely, and then he looked at the remains of the cultists on the battlefield. A cold murderous intent appeared on his holy face. This was just the first time, a beginning.

As the will of the evil god spreads, more and more mortals who usually accumulate anger will be transformed into believers of Khorne.

What confused him even more was that the Emperor's will never appeared from beginning to end. In this sacred land, the Lord of Mankind seemed to intend to allow the followers of Chaos to wreak havoc.

Under such circumstances, Sanguinius knew very well that the minions of Chaos would soon gather again to launch the next wave of offensive. Sanguinius looked at the sky. The thick clouds on the blood-like sky rolled like pools of blood, and everything in this world was enveloped in it.

The will of the Chaos Power has been clearly revealed, and they will hold a carnival of blood on this home planet of mankind.

The archangel flew high in the sky and looked down at the earth's surface. The look of confusion on his face became even more intense. He didn't even sense the existence of any of his brothers. In this sacred throne world, he was the only original body. Fight against chaos.

"Where have all my brothers gone?" Sanguinius couldn't help but ponder this question in his mind.

In the area controlled by the State Church of Terra.

The top of a tall Gothic religious tower.

The Archpope stood here, looking down at the streets lit by the flames of war with compassionate eyes.

The minions of the evil god are reveling in madness, and the state church is receiving refugees from all over Terra. Under the guard of the battle priests, it is still safe here.

But this is only temporary. As the will of the evil god spreads, the crisis will gradually spread until it completely goes out of control.

More importantly, in the constant disputes, Khorne's blood sacrifice rituals are happening all the time, Terra's subspace barrier is constantly weakened, and everything is heading towards an unpredictable future.

He was fortunate enough to enter His Majesty's heaven. As the chosen one, he followed the Emperor's will and protected the people who were bathed in the glory of the God-Emperor.

But when a disaster actually occurs, the state religion can still only save as many people who have fled as possible, and can no longer do more.

The Archpope felt like a renegade who had failed to fulfill his oath to God.

But what was even more tragic was that when the Great Pope returned to his residence, the strong smell of blood poured into his nostrils in just a moment. His attendants fell into a pool of blood, all of them dead, silently.

The Great Pope did not escape. He knew that there was no point in escaping. He just silently took out his scepter.

Then he arranged his clothes and walked in calmly.

He knew what the other party wanted, it was just to see his despair and fear. This was a despicable method used by those minions of Chaos.

"Welcome home, His Majesty the Holy Pope." On the throne in the hall, a Chosen God of Khorne covered in blasphemous runes showed weird etiquette to the Great Pope, "I didn't expect you really have Have the guts to step in here.”

Dozens of cultists in the hall covered this residence with blood, carving out blasphemous runes. The dirty runes were connected together to form an evil and ominous magic circle.

"Heretics, what are you going to do?" the Great Pope asked the man on the throne.

"Of course it is to convey the will of our lord." The Chosen God of Khorne took out a musket with spikes of flesh and blood and pointed it at the Great Pope.

"I never thought that the priests of the pseudo-emperor who only know how to shout slogans would really protect the humble people, but it is your stupidity that gives us the opportunity to sneak in. Go to hell, Archpope, and become A sacrifice to my Lord.”

boom! ——

After the words fell, the Chosen God of Khorne pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The ammunition with rich blood energy spurted out, but was blocked by the invisible force field around the Great Pope, and then hit his breastplate with a "clang" sound.

The twisted bullet fell to the ground feebly. The Archbishop looked down at the scratches on the breastplate, while the others looked at the obviously deformed bullet.

The scene suddenly became extremely quiet.

"This is impossible!" Khorne's Chosen screamed. He looked at the weapon blessed by the Blood God in disbelief, unable to understand what was happening in front of him.

The cultists around him were stunned for a short time and then immediately rushed towards the Pope.

They held blood-stained sharp weapons in their hands, their eyes were crazy, and they couldn't wait to cut up the body of the Great Pope.

"There is nothing impossible about this. Obviously, what you serve is just a false god, and the power he gave you is not worth mentioning."

The Great Pope waved the scepter in his hand, and the life magnetic field continued to push in his body, easily beating the cultists in front of him into pulp.

"And the power of my Master, what we have learned in His Kingdom, is greater than you can ever imagine."

The Chosen God of Khorne watched with his own eyes the white-haired Great Pope in front of him, smashing the heads of all the cultists with the scepter in his hand.

This frail old man had a look of madness in his eyes.

“Before destruction comes, take the time to pray.

May the true God bless you, my child.

Follow the footsteps of glory, that is the Savior calling you——"

While the Pope was waving his scepter, he was still reciting prayers.

What’s even more incredible for Khorne’s God Chosen is that along with the opponent’s prayers, the opponent’s power is actually increasing rapidly.

By the end of the battle, the expression on the Great Pope's face had become so crazy that it was close to compassion. The magnetic field of life was overloaded under his will, and his power successfully reached the next level.

"Bang!——" With a loud noise, the Chosen God of Khorne was thrown away by the violent force,

"Let the sacraments begin."

"Madman! What a madman!!!" Seeing the peaceful madness on the face of the Great Pope, the Chosen God of Khorne could no longer restrain his emotions and burst into a series of screams.

It was also in the midst of his screams that the Archpope nailed him to the floor of the hall with the end of his scepter.

"Amen."

With the final prayers, the battle ended.

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In the secret room beneath Terra, several figures shrouded in robes were watching everything happening in the state religion area through the display screen in front of them.

In the picture, the priests of the state religion who had disappeared suddenly returned collectively, and in the sound of sermons, they launched a unilateral massacre against the cultists.

This is obviously not good news for those present.

"We failed. The power of the priest is far more powerful than we expected."

In the silent atmosphere, someone spoke first.

But I haven't waited for anyone else to answer.

"Bang bang bang——"

A series of knocks on the door sounded, and everyone in the room couldn't help but hold their breath at the rapid sound.

They picked up their weapons and cautiously approached the door.

But just when they were about to open the door and attack the people outside,

"boom!--"

The explosion of flames directly tore the metal door panel apart, and several tall Dark Angels wearing heavy armor rushed in.

"Repent, heretic, your death is now!"

"Bang bang bang bang!——"

Amidst the war cries of the Dark Angels and the roar of gunfire, everyone in the secret room was killed almost instantly.

At this time, a taller and majestic figure walked into the middle of this group of demigod warriors.

"Is this here?" the lion asked his heir.

"No, sir."

"Keep searching." The lion ordered his sons.

The area where they operate is a living area underground in Terra.

The First Legion holds too many secrets, and one of them shows that there are a lot of heretics here.

The Lion King came here to find the gathering place of these heretics.

He pulled up the drawings here and found that this underground refugee area was like a maze connected by countless pipes.

The Dark Angels were divided into many teams, searching every inch of the pipe.

Finally, they found an open space shrouded in black fog, making it difficult to see.

The lion was the fastest. He jumped to the open space first. His heavy body landed on the metal ground, but he was as agile as a civet without making any sound.

The Dark Angels filed in close behind.

The night vision goggles of their eyepieces flickered with light. This place was like a huge mausoleum under Terra, dark and cold, exuding an unsettling atmosphere.

The unstable power supply system makes the only remaining light source flicker on and off, adding a touch of weirdness.

Many blasphemous runes outlined in blood are carved here. With superhuman senses, the Lion can hear the voices of cultists deep underground.

In the last moments of carnival, these cultists no longer seemed to be deliberately concealing their whereabouts as they had been in the past.

Evil is rampant in Terra.

These damn heretics are no longer content to be rats in the sewers as they once were. Now they are blatantly exposing their existence and enjoying the carnival before the devil comes.

This attitude of not caring about the majesty of the empire made the lion's face look more angry. In his view, this was a blasphemy that could not be ignored.

"Advance!" He ordered the Dark Angels.

Then the Lion King took the lead and ran, like a lion ready to go and eager to kill, running wildly into the depths of the ground.

The Dark Angel's team followed behind the Lion as much as possible.

But soon, they fell behind.

The lion charged with fury, heading straight into what was once the living area for the refugees from the lower nest.

The remains of many corpses were scattered here and there like garbage.

This living area has completely become an abyss of corruption.

Those loyal people of the empire, as well as some monsters such as gene stealers living in the stinking ditch beneath Terra's nest, were all hung from the damp ceiling by spiked chains. They were not completely dead yet, and they were under the stench. The body was writhing in pain in the air.

Blood flowed down their bodies.

The cultists gouged out their eyes, ears, and noses, but left only their tongues, allowing them to scream desperately in pain.

Huge eight-pointed stars smeared with blood can be seen everywhere.

In the cage further away, some captured imperial subjects made excited sounds when they saw the arrival of the lion.

The appearance of the holy emperor's son here will surely rescue them all. In front of the God on earth, the evil spirits of chaos are vulnerable.

They were excited about their salvation.

The cultists around them turned around, losing their minds. Even when they saw the original body, their eyes still showed violence and cruelty.

The souls of these people have been completely corrupted and turned into abominable monsters.

Their faces were engraved with bloody symbols, and there was only beast-like bloodthirst in their eyes. Even when facing a demigod, they showed no awe at all.

"Heresy." The Lion King pulled out his sword and rushed forward.

A weak cultist is no match for a Primarch.

Waving the sword, it was as easy as harvesting weeds. The lion killed them easily. The cultists who rushed towards him were reduced to pieces of flesh in just a moment.

Then he fought a bloody path and walked towards the large-scale blood sacrifice ceremony center.

"Clean them all, no need to leave anyone alive." The Lion King gave the order to the Dark Angel who came after him.

The fire of the bolter illuminated the twisted and mutated blasphemous bodies.

The cultists screamed and cursed, and they swarmed over in dense numbers.

The flesh and blood of many cultists have mutated, and bone spurs have penetrated their flesh and become weapons in their battles.

But no matter what kind of enemy he faces, there is no mercy on the Lion King's face.

The sword in his hand was slashing, and in just a few breaths, a circle of torn flesh and blood was scattered around him. The places he passed along the way were filled with the strong smell of blood.

The lion methodically carried out high-speed slaughter at a speed that the cultists could not see clearly.

After thousands of cultists were killed by the lion, he reached the center of the eight-story blood altar as quickly as possible.

A god-given person with iron chains wrapped around his body and blood god runes engraved on his body, cut his own artery in front of the lion, and a large amount of blood overflowed.

The God-giver ignored his declining vitality. He looked at the Lion King and showed a mocking smile.

"You're late, everything is doomed." His laughter could not hide his madness, "All the skulls in this world will be displayed under the throne of the Blood God!"

The Lion King ignored him and just cut open the body of the God-giver with his sword.

When the Dark Angels arrived, the Lion had killed every heretic in the eight-story altar.

"Sir, what should we do next?" Dark Angel asked.

The Lion King did not answer immediately. It seemed that after a period of psychological struggle, he slowly spoke, "Carry all the surrounding corpses to the altar."

Dark Angel: "?"

"Sir, why are we doing this?" They couldn't understand.

Carrying more corpses to the altar will undoubtedly increase the impact of this altar on Terra.

Aren't they supposed to be here to stop the blood sacrifice?

"This is a secret, just follow it." The lion replied without doubt, and then added, "This is your Majesty's order."

The Dark Angels looked at each other, and finally chose to believe the words of the Gene Father.

"Yes, sir."

soon,

The consequences of the blood ritual are revealed.

The familiar Terra disappeared, and the strong smell of blood filled the air.

On the tower of Lion's Gate, the commander of the imperial army looked at this drastic change, his golden armor reflecting a blood-like light.

Sanguinius was also looking into the sky, his expression extremely solemn.

"They are really coming. The demon army of Khorne is about to come, as well as my traitorous brother-Angron."