【Baal Battlefield】

[No, never. 】

Archangel St. Giles said calmly, his bloody eyes reflecting the appearance of the abominable monster in front of him.

He spread his wings and slowly rose into the air, the spear in his hand glittering as Baal glittered as the sun set in Baal.

Beneath the archangel, the who called himself Kabanha was gasping violently, and it had many violent wounds on its body,

It shows how brutal and crazy its war with St. Giles was.

The Bloodthirsty Demon gasped, still making its last struggles,

"You should join us, perfect angel."

The mad demon grinned wildly, and its gaze looked into the distance, on the battlefield of Baal, the corpses of the Holy Blood Angels and the corpses of the Blood Devils were stacked on top of each other,

Scarlet armor, scarlet flesh, scarlet blood, red stained it all.

Eight minutes ago, Kabanha took advantage of the connection between the Holy Blood Angels and St. Giles, and with sufficient preparation, killed eight hundred and eighty-eight Holy Blood Angels in just one moment.

The great pain before the death of the heir hit St. Giles, directly knocking St. Giles, who was fighting with Kabanha, from the air.

White feathers flutter in the wind,

And because of the suffering of the archangel himself, the flames of blood were ignited one after another, and finally came to naught.

The angel fell, and the whispers of Chaos himself rang in his ears, earnestly guiding him to the true way out.

In that brief moment of coma, the archangel seemed to have experienced hundreds of years.

He heard lies that were more real than the truth, he saw a future that was more reliable than history, and in his bizarre dreams, he saw the terrible, depraved future of humanity.

Brothers betray, the galaxy burns, the stars fall, and in the next 10,000 millennia, humanity is no more, and war is in vain.

Eventually, a false god called the Blood God reached out to him, promising him everything he longed for, a future that would cure his offspring's genetic disease and blood thirst.

The angel lowered his eyes calmly.

He remembered that day, at the battle commander's ceremony, that conversation between Horus and the Emperor, and that day, after the farce of Nikaia, the reaction of the emperor and all parties.

He remembered his reasoning.

What exists in the subspace, that is the real enemy of the emperor.

And now, the Angel of the Holy Blood, along with Baal, has fallen into darkness,

The sudden demon army, the persuaded bloodthirsty demon Kabanha, the existence of the blood god......

All of this is a strong argument for the ideas that St. Giles had previously deduced.

Imperial truth, is a lie.

This has always been the case.

The gods exist, and they dwell in the heavens of disorder.

And now, one of them has reached out to him,

+ Come, my proudest child, I give you everything. +

What should he say at this time?

Now, St. Giles thought, only the last piece of the puzzle was left for his reasoning.

He thought of Luojia.

The archangel opened his lips, and in the face of the invitation of the blood god, he said his answer,

"For the sake of the God-Emperor—"

St. Giles opened his eyes.

The archangel who fell rapidly in the high heavens suddenly soared!

The next moment, in that gap where no being reacted, St. Giles threw a spear that pierced through everything towards Kabanha!

This is a fatal wound, a blow that determines the attack of the next direction of the war, and the archangel who woke up from the blood god illusion directly began to fight with Kabanha,

Eight minutes later, and now, the angels facing Kabanha only needed one final blow.

Faced with Kabanha, who was desperate and wanted to continue to invite him, St. Giles said only one word softly,

[Nope.] 】

The angel said, and the next moment, the spear with pure wrath drove out the bloodthirsty maniac.

The archangel took a deep breath, he lingered on the blood-colored battlefield, and the setting sun of Baal draped him in a dazzling cloak of wings.

The last words of the Great Demon still echoed in his ears,

"Arrogant fellow! Do you think it's just you?! ”

【Divine Emperor......

The whispers of St. Giles shattered in the wind.

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Killiman ran wildly, his footsteps echoing through the corridors, the think tank behind him calling out his name.

If Killyman stops, they are expected to catch up with Killyman in thirteen seconds.

Robert Killeman thought he could survive alone for thirteen seconds, not to mention that the most powerful being in this raid team was originally the original body.

There is an insurmountable gap between the Primordial and the Space Marines, and if Killiman does have to face an enemy that can match him, then he is sure that his heirs will not be able to help him much.

There are times when he has to stand up, because it's only him.

As Killiman advanced deeper into the battleship, an ominous mist of blood began to rise.

Killiman's breath faltered for a moment.

He saw his Ultramarines, the warriors emerging from the fog, their golden-blue armor clean and shining.

What's going on?

Killiman subconsciously clenched the Akagi dagger, and based on the shoulder armor of those warriors, the Lord of Maculag succeeded in identifying these people-

Some of them are Ultramarines of the 19th and 20th Warbands stationed in the Harbor of the World Eater, and some are Ultramarines who are sent into the sea of fire after the explosion to rescue the World Eater.

What the hell is going on?!

And now, these sons of his are running towards him from the mist of blood from all sides,

[Stop! 】

Killiman's majestic rebuke rang out,

[Warrior, state your name and why you are here!] 】

The Ultramarines in front of him stopped and saluted him respectfully,

"My name is Boris, my lord, and we were going to go to the command room of the World Eater to support, but upon receiving your armor signal, we chose to increase your number of men first, in accordance with Article 8 of the Rules of Battle."

Killeman breathed a sigh of relief, but he subconsciously felt absolutely wrong, he stared at the Ultramarines in front of him, still vigilant,

[Did you just see a ...... An extreme warrior who is smearing the imprint of the XIE Sect with mortal blood? 】

Poliston paused, and Killeman saw the warrior look back at his comrades slightly, and his comrades looked at him.

Eventually, Polis spoke with some hesitation,

"My lord, this fog seems to produce some kind of hallucination, and some of the battle brothers have seen it...... A strange-behaving World Eater, but not seeing the Ultramarines you speak of. ”

Killiman was silent, hallucinating - from the Death Guard, Killiman knew that subspace creatures liked to use illusions to weaken people's mental power, and then they could more easily invade humans.

[This is the usual method of subspace creatures, my warriors, keep twelve points of vigilance. 】

Killyman paused, staring at the Ultramarines, wondering if to wait for the Think Tank to arrive, but most likely, they wouldn't be able to make it.

But even if they arrived, would Killiman still be able to trust them?

Should Killyman trust them? But what if the illusion just now is the enemy's sowing discord?

After a short period of thought, the original body made his choice.

The team of Blue Helmets began to move through the fog again, targeting the World Eater's command room.

Now, Killiman thought, Mortarian's face began to grow kind.

In his office above Maculag, Motarian let out a near-death hiss,

[It's been three days,]

The Lord of Death said to himself,

[I think it's time to give a funeral to the Lord of Maculag.] 】

No, yes!

Push the book, push the book

Old friend, in the name of ashes, the author is now stable and daily more 4k, and it's going to end soon, and the amount is full.

(End of chapter)