Fayette joins the battle between the Space Marines and the Blood Riders.

The scuffle intensified in an instant.

The demons around Fayette were slashed to the ground by him with an axe, and the blazing blood made him feel extremely good.

The demon's blood splattered on Faette's face, fueling his bloodlust, and he gripped the great axe in his hand, ready to present a bountiful harvest to the Blood God.

Under the watchful eye of Randeep's complicated eyes, Fayette chopped off the demon's head and held it high, roaring into the sky.

At this time, he was no different from those mad and brutal sadomasochists.

They want nothing more than to tear cowardly prey apart in furious battles and devastating, and earn an awesome reputation for their relentless bloodlust and wanton rage.

Peng!

Fayette was hit hard enough to lift his feet off the ground.

A scorching current of air immediately caressed his face, and he instinctively raised his arm to cover his face, and fell to the ground. This snap tore open the muscles in his chest.

A bloodletter lord slashed the blade of hellfire in his hand at Fayette.

Just as Fayette swung his great axe at the demon beside Randeep, the bloodletter lord who commanded the group of blood mills jumped off the blood grinders and bared his teeth at Fayette.

And as Fayette prepares to rip open the throat of his demonic brother with the demonic weapon in his hand, the bloodletter lord growls impatiently and flicks his tail.

But Fayette did not react to his roar, and continued to carry out the movements in his hands.

When the Bloodletter Lord saw his demon's head cut off by Fayette, he angrily slashed at Fayette and then yelled in rage.

Fayette was knocked out by the blow.

The Vlebotomier Lord walked up to Fayette and grabbed his overwhelmed helmet and pulled it down.

Two pairs of eyes full of anger, cruelty, and madness stared at each other.

The creature's scent filled Faette's senses with a fierce scent, and the heat of the flames around him burned the skin on his face.

"Stop!"

But Faet didn't follow the bloodletter lord's words, and he slammed his fist into the demon's face, smashing his fist into its mouth, breaking a dagger-like tooth.

The Bloodletter Lord returned fire, its iron-black forearm armor striking Fayette's side of the head, shaking his skull numb and his gaze glazed. Fayette felt the creature reach out and pinch his throat armor.

It pulled him closer and lowered its head. The demon's voice was hoarse and obscene, blood and saliva splattered on Faette's face.

"Listen! The Chosen One of the Father of Blood! Listen to the words of the Father of Blood, follow the will of the Father of Blood, and we will aim for the same goal! ”

The bloodletter lord pointed the flaming blade in his hand at Randeep to the side.

But apparently Faette did not agree with the words that came out of his mouth.

He kicked the Bloodletter Lord away, shook his head hard, and staggered to his feet.

With a screeching blood-thirstling demonic axe in his hand, and only a few steps between the two, Faette leapt to his feet, raised his battle axe above his head, and slammed it towards the Bloodletter Lord.

The blade of the axe swept past the bloodletter's sword and landed on his shoulder, slashing into a jagged cut, and blood and crimson flesh shards splattered in all directions as the blade swung.

The Bloodletter Lord gripped his Hellblade and tried to fight back, but Fayette was quicker.

He stepped on the bloodletter lord with one foot, and with the demonic axe in both hands, he stole the hellish blade out of the bloodletter lord's hand like a game of golf.

The bloodletter lord heard the dull thud of his weapon falling on the blood-stained earth, and gripped Faette's legarmor with both hands, trying to flip it over.

But Fayette stood firmly.

Unlike Astarte, the World Eater who threw himself into the arms of the Great Rebellion, he is a new generation of super Space Marines, and his power is even greater, not to mention that he has been blessed by the gods at this time.

Even demonic power wasn't necessarily able to shake Faette's body.

And just then, the ground shook.

It wasn't the other Blood Riders, the rest of the Blood Riders tried to get closer, but the other Space Marines stopped them.

Right now, rushing towards Faette was the bloodcrush of the bloodlet lord's terrifying mount, the Bloodgrinder, standing aside.

Flames erupted from its iron hooves as the Blood Crush advanced, and black heat erupted from its brass bull's nose with its breath.

Sometimes, these terrifying "creatures" are even more deadly than the passengers they carry.

Kicking the bloodletter under his feet into the air, Faet looked at the Blood Crush that was charging towards him with an unstoppable momentum, and raised the battle axe in his hand.

Flames swirled in the Blood Crusher's body, and a demonic heart propelled the blasphemous creature through the Blood Lands.

Its sharp brass corners are enough to poke a hole in the heavy armor of a heavy tank. And it's powerful enough to knock a heavy tank to the ground.

The Bloodgrinder ran wildly, stabbing its brass horns at Faet.

And when the Blood Crush slammed into Fayette, Fayette slid a sliding shovel and slashed directly under the Blood Crusher. His head-high demon tomahawk crackled the Bloodgrinder from head to tail.

Riveting metal plates form the outer shell of the Blood Crusher, painted with the withered blood of living beings.

But Fayette, with his brute force and sharp axe, directly disemboweled.

Blood, flesh, and steel fell from under the Bloody Beast's belly, coating Faette's entire body.

After a sliding shovel, Fayette, who was covered in red, immediately stood up and came behind the bloodletter lord.

As Faet kicked the Bloodletter Lord away, he lunged at his weapon, and when he picked up his sword and spun around, he realized that his left arm was exposed to Faet's great axe.

"Wait, ah!"

Before the bloodletter lord could finish speaking, he let out a terrible scream.

Fayette slammed into his shoulder, slicing a jagged cut that nearly completely cut off his left arm, which held the Hellblade.

The bloodletter lord reached out and grabbed Faette's majestic forearm, temporarily controlling the movement of the great axe. But as soon as Faette freed up a hand, he pulled out the blaster from his waist and aimed it at the head of the bloodletter lord.

"Wait! The Blood God doesn't allow it..."

"Shut up! Despicable and evil creatures. The champion warriors of the Blood God will prevail against you weak heretics. You can't survive her chosen one. ”

"Uh... Do you believe in the same God? Temporarily tending to his wounds, Randeep, who had heard the conversation between the two, picked up his staff and asked the two.

Two pairs of furious scarlet eyes turned to look at Randeep, then back to each other.

"She's wearing yellow armor."

"She sat upright on her throne and looked down on all beings."

"She loves skulls, and her warriors mostly decorate themselves with skulls."

"War is everywhere in her territory, and it never stops."

It turns out that you also...

The two pairs of angry eyes looked at each other again, but there seemed to be some emotion in them that shouldn't have appeared.

The bloodletter lord looked at Faette in front of him, and his heart was too sad and indignant to speak.

But fortunately, the berserker in front of him finally understood the current situation.

"Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding!"

"The Chosen One! Don't shoot, your own people! ”

Hearing this, Randeep on the side frowned, the staff in his hand had been charged, and the psionic spell was ready to be launched, quietly locking on the two enemies in front of him.

However, it was clear that the bloodletter lord would be mistaken, and Faette put the muzzle of the gun against the bloodletter lord's head, pulled the trigger, and directly emptied the magazine.

"Blood Sacrifice God Emperor! Skull Sacrifice Throne! Whoever tm with you is your own person! ”

After clearing the Chaos Demon in front of him, Fayette quickly zeroed in on the rest of the Blood Riders and ran towards them with his great axe.

Randeep, who was left alone, watched thoughtfully as his company commander demon began to fight.

Fayette was immersed in the hustle and bustle, and he was pleased to find that when he slain those demons, he would bring more glory to the Emperor.

The demonic weapons in his hands tore at the demons' bodies, weapons, and armor, gobbling up the blood, spitting out large chunks of flesh and blood.

Fayette didn't have to search for or identify targets. The demons were just corpses in front of him, colliding and slashing across the hills, dominated by a thirst for murder, trampling on bones and shattered armor.

Faette relied on the demonic weapon in his hand to banish all the demons in this area back to the subspace.

And when the demons were all under his great axe, he didn't turn the butcher's knife at his comrades like some slashing sadomasochists.

Because of this, Fayette's Space Marines did not attack him because he had become like this, but none of the fighters dared to approach him.

Anyone could feel the unconcealable fury and madness of Faette.

The Space Marines believed that once they approached Fayette, he would turn into an unstoppable storm of scarlet, pounced on them with terrifying strength and unbounded ferocity rarely seen by mortals.

Therefore, even if the enemy was cleaned up by Fayette, they did not dare to venture to Faette's side. No one knows if the powerful battle axe in his hand will be cut down on him in the next second.

Fayette was not satisfied after clearing all the demons, and the demon weapon in his hand was still urging him to get more blood.

And he longs to kill again. Only in killing and blood can he be satisfied.

He just wanted to harvest more heads to sacrifice to his blood god, and he just wanted to commit more massacres in the name of the God Emperor.

He longs to fight the enemy of the God Emperor!

The blessings inflicted on him by the abusive abuse affected his will and tried to twist his soul. For those who fear sadism, this is the charism of the will.

However, who knows whether it is because of the blessings of the gods, or simply from the nature of mortals who are born and die, that their innermost essence is freed from human society?

"Go, kill! Unleash your inner desires! ”

Fayette could hear the whispers in his own ear, each character touching his heart like a volcano about to erupt.

"No, no..."

Fayette relied on what little sanity he had left, controlling his body and heading in the direction of Eric, the company's think tank curator.

He used one of the thirteen Emperor Coins given to him by the War Leader before, and then handed over the three Emperor Coins to the Think Tank Curator Eric before he could distract the Horror Demon.

And now, the imperial power stored in the nine emperor coins in his hand was gone, and he knew that at this time, only Eric had the power to help him.

However, after leaving the battlefield, the fragrance of battle could hardly fill his nostrils, and Fayette felt as if he had lost his soul, leaving only an empty shell.

At this time, he urgently needed something to fill himself, something that he had at his fingertips.

The whispers in his ears tugged at his heartstrings, and the fantasies in front of him stimulated his senses.

Finally, Fayette reversed his course and walked towards Randeep and the others with his axe.

"Yes, look at these shameful traitors, who even tried to attack you and thwart your attacks on the enemy while you cleaned up the enemies of the God Emperor."

"That's right, I'm going to clean up these traitors. I'm going to sacrifice the skulls of these traitors to the God Emperor! ”

Fayette seemed to have seen himself cut off the heads of these people one by one and then presented them to the Emperor for his commendation.

Just thinking about such a scene makes people so excited that they pull their teeth!

！

"Your death will quench my hunger with an axe!

！ ”

Seeing Fayette rushing towards him and the others with a giant axe, Randeep and the others were immediately shocked.

"Wow, it's a mad berserker! Everyone, retreat! ”

And at this moment, the living saint Debra sat on the Mind Dominator and began to control the huge power to wash everything.

The divine power of the Living Saint envelops the entire world, purging all evil from Raven.

And after being washed by the power of the living saint, the reason in Faette's heart temporarily suppressed the madness.

However, this desire to tear apart the living flesh can only be barely contained, and the slightest delay or stimulation can evoke concussions and outbursts of emotions in the brain, and even the slightest excuse can still provoke Fayette's anger and bring about his own destruction.

Fayette glanced up at the warriors in front of him, then immediately turned away. In the distance, Randeep felt something other than anger and brutality in him—pain.

Fayette remembered everything clearly.

He remembered the feeling of his axe blade cracking through the demon, he remembered the pleasure of blood splashing on his face, and he remembered that he almost failed to control his bloodthirsty desires, succumbing to the slaughter, and wielding a butcher's knife at his comrades.

He didn't want that to happen.

So... Fayette set his gaze on the towering telepsychic device in the distance.