The Whisperer is notable for being the only one of all traitors to still have a Legion Priest (now called the Dark Apostle). Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoOn the battlefield, the Absolute Loyal Bearer will obey every word of the Dark Apostle. The Dark Apostle divined how the battle would play out and how they would win in many ways, and his warriors would go into battle without question. Before the battle, the Bearers gather for prayer rituals, reciting hymns and teachings to reinforce their belief in Chaos. These chants are usually answered, and the Bearer fights alongside the embodied demons.

In the Dark Council, the Demon Sacrifice forces all followers of the Bearers to follow a strict set of rules to worship the Chaos Gods, and they are often the guides on the battlefield. Each of them had an army that belonged only to them, and this force was called the Eucharist. The smallest of the Relics is similar in size to the companies of the Space Marines, while the largest has an absolute manpower advantage far superior to the Space Marines.

The decoration and organization of each Eucharist is different, but their barbarism is the same. These warriors followed the leadership of the Dark Apostles. The apostles would often abruptly change the entire hierarchy for reasons that only they knew. These changes often make the Eucharist unwieldy or difficult to form a tactical formation. But the speakers themselves will undoubtedly accept these changes.

The largest Eucharist is believed to have over two thousand Chaos Space Marines. A legion of this size needed two lieutenants, his chief acolyte and a champion, to serve the Dark Apostle and give it the right of Severus. Severus' character was originally the liaison between the Dark Apostle and his Eucharist. This arrangement can make the Dark Apostle look more like a divine yet distant figure.

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"Quillen, Lord Apostle is very pleased with your dedication." Champion Crewe, the Whisperer Champion wielding the Staff of Chaos, said to the giant portal that glowed with an eerie red light.

The giant portal in the middle of the nest capital was built by the Whisperers while the Empire was dealing with the zombie plagues, rebellions and terrorist attacks that were raging everywhere, and countless slaves were drained of everything, including their souls, in a matter of days, to build this portal to the Chaos Realm, with the help of a powerful artifact directly blessed by the great Roga, the Doomsday Winter Sacred Body - a company of Whisperers who originated in a certain ice and snow world 10,000 years ago - successfully established a passage, after countless blood sacrifices, Now is the time to welcome the harvest and the gift of the dark gods.

"I'm always like that, great champion, we've warped the space around this deplorable world, more and more demons are being summoned by us, and that plague champion, he's just died at the hands of a strange fellow."

"Strange guy?" The Chaos Champion turned his head, his red eyes enclosed in the massive Chaos Terminator armor, "What strange guy? ”

"That guy's soul...... He was thin, I could feel his emotions flickering, but then there was silence again, as if he had never existed, he was definitely not untouchable, I can confirm that but I really have never seen such a soul. Seemingly, they were wrapped in a layer of mist. ”

"Blasphemer!" The Chaos Champion suddenly roared, "They shouldn't exist, they are blasphemers, blasphemers from the dark world, people who pollute the power of the true gods!" They have also come into this world! Adults have said that they may have eyes and ears in this world, and it seems that there is more to it than that, and they should be taken seriously! Quillen, use the gift given to you by the true gods, find him, and kill him! We can't afford to leave anything to chance! ”

"Yes, sir!" The Red Helmet Bearer knelt respectfully on the ground, then stood up and walked away quickly.

Looking at Quillen as he walked away quickly with the Demon Sword in hand, the tall Champion of the Bearers had a cold light in his eyes, and then pulled out a flaming communicator from behind him, and put it to his lips with a look of disgust.

"Zanko, you didn't tell me that blasphemers would intervene in our holy war against the Puppet Emperor's corrupt empire, and we said it all when we paid you those slaves."

"Yes." With a twisted and piercing scream, a erratic voice rang out: "But you only asked for information about the Empire, so I provided you with so much that at least so far is correct, isn't it?" ”

"In the name of the god of darkness! You're cheating on a Champion of the Speaker! A Eucharistic Sephorus! You're sloppy with me, the chief champion of Doomsday Winter, the Destroyer of Manche! Do you know what this means? The Terminator roared, his twisted power spreading out in all directions, blasting out the heads of dozens of mortal cultists, as well as a low-level demon.

"Then you'd better be careful, you're dealing with the card, not the Forge Mentor of the Demon Forge Six, Anakon, Lord Lester's chief acolyte, even your master wouldn't dare speak to me like that." Although it is a threatening word, but

It was the Forge Master's voice that was still as cold as the ice of the Ice World: "Now, if you still want to know more information and get my support, you'd better restrain your tone, otherwise I don't mind talking to the Alpha Legion or the Midnight Lords, who will be more knowledgeable." ”

"Shameless bastard!" Mancher growled, then closed his eyes.

After a moment, he opened his eyes, and the fury in his eyes was gone.

"Say, your additional information."

"Of course, but there is a fee."

"The old way, I'll have the transport ship send it over, but I warn you, if there is a problem again this time, then Holy Father Luo Jia is on top, and I will go to your disgusting world and tear you to pieces."

"Then I welcome you on behalf of Card, not Six and Lord Lester, and get down to business." The fluttering voice on the other side suddenly stabilized, but it became more eerie: "Although the attack on the Forge World has restrained most of the Empire's forces in this section, a warband called the Guardian Shield has responded to the distress call from Governor Lundinium, and our old enemies Kakab Forge World's Cathar and Wisdom Control Legion have also been mobilized, and this is only the support force of the Empire. As for the Dark Remnant, the blasphemers you call ......"

Then, his tone became a little strange: "I can tell you, I don't know, but you'd better be prepared to face the more than a thousand Space Marines who have joined the Dark Remnant." ”

"What does that mean?" Mancher asked, his tone rather unkind: "The Legion of Space Marines of the Desecraters? What do you know? ”

"Technically, no, but if our guess is correct, the Dark Remnant will not sit idly by and watch this planet be taken by you, but it is unlikely that they will go out of their way and overprovoke their fellow citizens. So the likelihood that they will use the Star Marine Legion is extremely high. Okay, I've got it, I'll teleport over the hellbeasts you need soon, and hopefully we'll have the next collaboration. ”

"I hope so." Mancher hung up the call with an unkind face, then turned to look at the ominous glow of the portal.

There was still unfinished business, but no matter what, Mancher knew that the time had come.

The circle of blood gradually gathered in the center of the teleportation array, accompanied by a burst of howls, and a neat chanting sounded.

Filthy and fanatical prayers pierced through the mezzanine of the two worlds, and then a giant shrouded in subspace red light appeared out of thin air in the middle of the circle, and the red light reflected even more dazzling on his scarlet armor.

Mancher slowly knelt on the ground, just because he was the master he directly served, the dark apostle of the last winter, the preacher of the calamities of the world.

"Welcome to the new hunting grounds, Lord Shuber, I've been waiting for a long time."

"The god of darkness has foreseen this...... Begin, the winter of mortals is coming, and their souls will wail in the north wind and be offered by us to the god of darkness! The comer ignored Mancher completely, and simply raised his scepter aloft.

Then, countless red rays of light pierced the sky and pierced straight into the earth, "The time has come to offer sacrifices!" Attack, Doomsday and Winter Cold! ”

A terrifying voice echoed through the atmosphere of Lendigum: "A new page will be written with sacred words and angry war cries!" ”