The surface of Macurag was completely engulfed in flames, and having lost air supremacy, they realized what it meant to wash the ground with naval guns.

If it weren't for the shouting "For the sake of mankind, for the sake of the emperor!" The battleship literally does not want to exchange its own life for the life of the enemy, and it is impossible to say that the whole of them is fortunate to understand what is called a barbecue glass ball.

But all in vain.

Due to the unprecedented weakness of the barrier between the subspace and the real universe, the power of the commander Abaddon was endless, and the black army swept in like a tidal wave, drowning everything.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the throne! "The believers attracted by this fierce war, the war and the death of the terrible demon are indiscriminately slaughtering—

Black Army? Kill!

The Empire of Mankind? Kill!

The Aeldarns? Kill!

Sadistic believers? Kill! Kill! Kill!

The infinitely loyal Sadistic Warband followed the simple truth that all but themselves were enemies on the battlefield, venting their happiness, and the battlefield was completely in chaos.

In fact, if it weren't for the incurrence of the Sadistic Warband, the Black Warband would have drowned everything out a long time ago.

"Put all the energy into the defense system and the propulsion system, and give them all to me into the interior of the Black Army!" The half-man, half-machine captain gave the final order and pressed the decisive button.

The Void Shield reactor was fully activated, the power was overloaded, and the battleship was attacked by a huge dreador demon that was many times more powerful, and smashed him into the center of the black army.

"For the sake of mankind, for the sake of the emperor, by all means! Advance! Advance! ”

The unrestrained power of the Great Demon completely destroyed the Void Shield, and the huge battle axe split the battleship in half from the middle, and the five-kilometer-long giant battleship was drowned in a sea of fire, turning into countless fragments, and the only remaining tens of thousands of human inhabitants were destroyed with it.

However, until the end, the human beings who were forced to be pious did not forget to pray to the Emperor, praying that the Emperor would receive their souls after death, so that they would not enter the subspace and become the terrible monster.

In the last year of the forty-first millennium, the cold, unforgiving universe grew colder, leaving nothing but devastating war.

All sentient beings are looking forward to redemption!

But consciousness does not make a difference in this battlefield, the cold and unforgiving universe rarely changes for human emotions, and in the 10,000 years that emperors have been sitting on thrones, death has long been the most common thing in the universe.

Tens of thousands of warships are constantly fighting, light spears, nuclear missiles and even the simplest and most terrifying kinetic weapons, countless possessors of terrible power things have turned space into a dead land, even the strongest demon can not survive in this terrible battlefield for more than half an hour at a time.

The Black Legion has been receiving reinforcements from subspace, and under the unified will of the four gods, the battle situation has reached the most dangerous and desperate time.

The battle has dragged on until now, thanks to the desperate struggle of the Imperial fleet, the sacrifice of life on the human side, and the god of blood, Tzeentch, the god of change, to the god of change.

If it weren't for the fact that the twin gods and their subordinate warbands couldn't suppress their instincts to give each other and stumble on their own people, this battle might have ended a long time ago.

But when the mutinous primordials on their way arrived on the battlefield one by one, the trumpet that represented the end of humanity was waiting to be sounded.

Could it be that the four gods of chaos are finally tired of playing a game that never seems to come to an end?

…………

Marius Calga's fist cut through his opponent's defenses, his gloves sending a crackling arc to the jaw of his foe, and his skull exploded into a rain of blood mixed with metal shards, and the remaining body slammed backwards to the ground with the force that shattered the spine.

Astarte and the Planetary Defense Force fought side by side on the battlefield, and improvised conscripts armed with energy-concentrating laser weapons frantically rushed to the front line as the last line of defense.

"Bastard, stop her! In the name of the Emperor, Brother Tigurias, stop them! Warlord Calgar watched in horror as the xenos placed the device he didn't understand under the Killiman throne, and roared to order the only Tigurian brothers who could stop them.

However, at the moment of eye contact, Tigurias shook his head firmly at him, not only did not stop it, but also stood in front of Chaos Astarte, who was trying to stop the operation of the device.

"Get to the bottom of it, Warbandleader! We have run out of options! Do it to me, Belisarius! Tigurias shouted, squeezing his potential in a manner that was completely reckless of any consequences, unleashing blazing psionic energy into the overwhelming tide of enemies, "For the sake of humanity, for the sake of the future, if you deceive me, then I will be judged by the emperor!" ”

"Bastard!" Looking up slightly at the sky, which was completely darkened little by little, Calgar fought side by side with the Emperor's curler, the Living Saint Selistine, to fend off the incoming Chaos Space Marines.

Seristine's beautiful wings had been completely torn apart, one hand had been broken, and the terrible wound had left red blood, even though she had admitted that she was about to die, she still did not give up the battle, and her heart was still silently chanting the hymn: "I give my blood to the emperor." I dedicate my body to the altar of the battlefield. I prayed to him to acknowledge my noble death. I pray for his blessing, and I have given all I have.

The blade of psionic energy tore apart the incoming space marines, and the Aidalings, who were originally only used as support, also fought for their lives at this moment, and the great sage of the ruler Kaul sang a poem in praise of the soul of the machine, constantly speeding up the progress of the operation, trying to resurrect the emperor's own son, representing the loyal, hopeful, and benevolent genetic prototype Kiliman.

The drop chamber slowly opened from the sky, and the Chaos Warband pounced into the battlefield, the minions of the Marauders vowing to sweep away all resistance, this elite army possessed the brute force to conquer thousands of worlds, a thousand warlike and extraordinary bodies, born only to kill. Chaos reinforcements slammed down on the defenders of the Empire like a wild mallet.

The original and dangerous defense line completely collapsed, the warband leader Kargar was trampled by countless Chaos Space Marines, the living saint was drowned in the dark tide, and Marshal Amarich's sword was blocked by the two great demons, until a giant sword slashed on the automatic casket, and the green light that represented success did not come on.

The automatic receiver was forcibly opened, Killman's injuries were not healed, and the body of the revenant was forcibly opened before the treatment was completed, and everything seemed inevitable to enter the destruction.

But at this last moment, a voice suddenly sounded on the battlefield, and golden spiritual energy erupted wildly from the inside of the living saint's body, forming a golden pillar of light that covered the sky and the sun.

"Damn, I can't bear it!" Selistin, who has never sweared, suddenly said wildly, and the power that should not exist in her attracted everyone's attention at this moment, "You dog breeds actually beat my son? ”

With the words, the terrifying thunder crackled with precision on the bodies of all the enemies on the planet, and countless ashes scattered between the heavens and the earth, obscuring the entire sky.

"After 10,000 years of sleep, can you still sleep enough? Wake me up!" With the help of the body of the living saint, the emperor's gaze was focused on it, and an unprecedented power appeared in her body, obviously full of swearing, but there was a different kind of 'true' charm, "Resurrect me, and the magnetic field will give me a fucking movement - cell reorganization!" ”

The injury was expelled, the body was repaired, Robert Killiman finally opened his eyes after 11,000 years, and the first thing he saw was a father with a beautiful woman's face?

"My good son!" 'Selistine' smiled like a demon, and the powerful magnetic field power constructed a small seed that would be put into the body of his thirteen sons, "The barriers between the subspace and the physical universe have been weakened infinitely, and the battlefield will burn the entire world, so I will bring you a new power - go, spread the power, awaken your brothers, slaughter the group of dog breeds that betrayed me, and then attack the center of the universe, I will use the heads of the four gods to sacrifice my anger!" ”

The talent of the original body made Kiliman understand the power of this power almost instantly, although he didn't understand which tendon was wrong with the emperor, but the emperor was quite far away from him, so Kiliman, who was still confused by the lake, lowered his head and responded as always: "Yes, father." ”