Astartes are genetically modified super-soldiers with physical qualities far superior to those of ordinary humans. Not to mention these warriors who have been thrown into the arms of chaos and strengthened by the blessings of the evil gods.

They wore heavy power armor with ornaments such as spiked skulls, and held a large battle axe in their hands. But that didn't affect their speed in the slightest.

The few students who rushed to the door of the hall were easily caught up by these cruel warriors with fierce eyes, and then their axes fell, and a fresh life was lost.

The bodies of ordinary humans were split in two under the massive tomahawks, hot blood spraying the ground, staining the carpet red, and then gradually becoming cold.

And with it cooled down were the hearts of the other people in the hall.

Everyone was desperate to see such a scene.

But I don't know if it's because of the lack of manpower or if these abusive fighters are so arrogant that they are negligent, one of the cadets actually appeared near the gate, just a few steps away.

This made everyone's hearts suddenly ignite hope again.

"Hurry!"

"Rush! Rush! Rush! ”

The crowd shouted frantically in their hearts.

The student was so fast that in the blink of an eye a few steps away, a hand had reached out, touched, and the doorknob of the hall door had been grasped.

The next thing is to push...

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out.

The entire upper body of the cadet was missing, and only one hand remained on the handrail of the gate.

Just now, a blast from a sadistic warrior is fired from the barrel of the gun, and after the blast is pushed out of the chamber, the built-in rocket propellant ignites for a secondary propulsion, causing the bomb to fly forward faster.

When the bomb penetrates the skin, tears the muscles, and breaks the bones into the student's body, the fuse installed inside it begins to work.

The bomb exploded instantly in the student's body, just like his name.

The student's body suddenly turned into a cloud of blood mist and disappeared into the world.

The who fired the bomb had just slashed another student with a tomahawk, and his body was now trampled under his feet. Now a bomb has cut off everyone's hope.

Although the wore a helmet and could not see the expression on his face, everyone could sense a sense of mockery in him.

There are more and more demons rushing out of the cracks in the subspace, and the hope of everyone's survival is getting slimmer and slimmer.

One of the cadets wants to organize a manpower to help Manius hold off the Elder Demon.

As a Forbidden Army, Manius is the most likely person in the hall to rush out, and as long as one person rushes out, he can bring the support of the entire Terra.

But his actions had just picked up, dozens of cadets had just been gathered around him, and the key figure in the plan, Manius, was already scarred from the battle with the Sadistic Archdemon and was nearly incapacitated.

The demon seized an opportunity, and Mannius was unable to dodge due to the injuries on his body, and an axe slashed diagonally through his collarbone.

At this time, Mannius was completely powerless to dodge. The Archdemon of Torture stepped on Manius's body and pulled the axe out of Mannius' body with both hands.

Blood splattered onto the face of the Sadistic Archdemon as the axe was drawn.

A bright red tongue sticks out and licks the blood from the side of his mouth. A cruel smile appeared on the demon's face.

He raised his tomahawk high again, and then slashed down.

Manius was firmly trampled by him and could not move. The wound on his body, which had almost split him in two, also made him powerless to fight.

The head and body were brutally cut open.

The Elder Demon of Sadism picked up Manius's head and held it in his hand to reward it.

Manius was dead, but his eyes were still wide with rage, and he stared at the demon's eyes with hatred.

But the unsightly head of Manius did not scare or panic the Archapocaust.

On the contrary, the Sadistic Demon felt joy and joy.

He tied Manius's head around his waist, excited to get another excellent collectible.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Cranial donation! ”

Armed with a giant axe, he roared and rushed into the crowd again, starting a killing spree.

The doorway is blocked, and there is no other passage.

I don't even have weapons, and I can't help if I want to fight hard. The crowd fled helplessly in the hall.

Countless bloodletters poured out of the cracks in the subspace, competing with each other to see who could take more heads and release more blood from their enemies.

Each demon did his best to show his talents to his superiors, the horrific Harbingers of Sadism, in the hope of gaining the favor of the Blood God.

A terrorist lord rides atop a Blood Crusher, holding a battle axe in each hand, the blade of which is adorned with terror, and the body is covered with loot. Heavy armor was inlaid with many skulls.

The head of the mounted Blood Mill has a horned crown and a spiked collar. The flesh is encased in barbed armor and metal spikes, inlaid with chains, bladed blades, and sadistic marks.

The Bloodgrinder is a "creature" made of demons, steel, and muscle with large pieces of armor. Brass and steel make them huge, and they are much taller than an adult.

The riveted metal plates form the shell of the Blood Crusher, painted with the withered blood of living beings and adorned with symbols of sadism. Flames swirled in the Blood Crusher's body, and a demonic heart propelled the blasphemous creature through the Blood Lands.

Flames erupted from its iron hooves as the Blood Crush advanced, and black heat erupted from its brass bull's nose with its breath - an unstoppable beast of rage reinforced with iron bones!

The Dreadlord rode his own Blood Crush through the halls unstoppable, and any student who encountered him would be instantly chopped into pieces, and even if he was lucky enough to stay away, he would be trampled to death by his followers whistling past him.

For example, the Blood Riders are the most feared cavalry units of the Bloodmill, each of which is made up of a rampaging bloodletter and a Bloodgrinder. When this legion comes, hordes of bloody horsemen will rush into the battlefield, and the earth will tremble under its iron hooves, and anyone who dares to be the enemy of the blood god will be trampled into flesh.

Or the Skullcrusher, whose ground trembles when the Skullcrusher appears, and the enemy is only beaten by an angry man in his march, and then the Skullcrusher leaps away over the tattered corpses and the pool of blood. Under the repeated onslaught of the powerful skullcrushers, nothing but blood and corpses remained.

In addition to these two cavalry units, there were many skull-cutters who followed behind the Lords of Torture. The Craniocarpus are cruel and crazy howling invaders and warriors who scramble to fight for the glory of the Sadomasochism. Few people were able to stand in front of them alive, and countless battles had left them with an immense number of skulls on the Throne of the Sadistic Skull.

The entire hall has been reduced to a living hell, a playground for the families of these brutal and bloodthirsty evil gods.