In subspace, no one knows the rate or direction of time, and its nature is as chaotic as the enemies that the human empire is now confronting against. Maybe it's a day, maybe it's a few years, and the power of entropy has been greatly weakened in this realm, and no one knows if the adult warrior of the previous moment will become a dying walking corpse after being scratched by a demonic blade, or become a young child drowning in a pool of blood.

Entropy, the great rule that has existed since the dawn of the universe, manifests itself in the realm of abusiveness, where any life is taken away under the gaze of the blood god.

Whether it's a sadomasochistic demon whose head has been severed by a heavy chainsaw axe of a Space Marine, or a mortal auxiliaries who are incinerated to ashes in a scream by the slightest taint of the Cursed Flames.

Every being is incomparably small under this cruel meat grinder that spans thousands of miles, and even the Titan Divine Machine that walks on the scorched earth often falls under the salvo of various blasphemous demon cannons.

The terrible wails of vamplitists and humans as they were dying were masked by the roar of the cannons that resounded through the sky, and the torrent of super-heavy armor that did not fall behind compared to the brass behemoths of the Sadistic Demon Army was slowly advanced with the assistance of the infantry, and the untold corpses of the skull cannons and poison blades even formed natural bunkers in the trenches on both sides.

The hordes of sadistic demons still erode the ranks of the Children of the Mountains like a frenzy, from the 8th day, to the 8th week, and to the 8th month, whenever, whenever it takes... And so they are.

Their anger never dissipates under the bloodthirsty will of the Blood God, and their madness is magnified exponentially in the cries of human dying—they enjoy this crazy war like never before, even if their deaths are smaller and smaller under the ever-increasing array of human fire, but no one cares, they just want more blood.

Gunsmoke, trenches, cannons and corpses everywhere, bloody fronts that continue to advance towards the brass fortress at the cost of lives, the entire Sadistic Realm is burned like a fuse of dynamite by the offensive from the Human Empire, and the endless waves of flesh and blood symbolize the Blood God's thirst for blood, which cannot be compared to even the craziest war in the entire galaxy.

It stands to reason that any army in the real universe will be defeated under the madness of the Sadistic Demon Army, which feeds on war.

Because even Astarte, who is a demigod, is dying at a rate of 8 deaths every 8 days, including new recruits from Nukeria or Gorgotan, and more veterans from Terra - these elite warriors are under the orders of the genetic protogens to go to the cruel battlefields that can destroy reason, and their death rate is enough to shock every legion in the Great Expedition, especially Perturabo, who has spoken to Elaine about each other's opinions.

He knew that his calculating sister's need for battle damage was almost engraved in his bones.

Every day, however, countless lives dissipate in the reassuring roar of the Skull Throne, and there are even more corpses in the mountains than in the mountains of bullet casings.

As the shadow of the Resolute Resolve draws closer to the Brass Fortress, the Skull Lord's grin grows stronger.

His great scar of the past and the future is groaning.

He longed for that moment to happen.

He was looking forward to the shedding of the blood.

The craziest rebellion and war in the entire galaxy was reflected in his pupils, but it still couldn't match the flames that burned in the jewel's gilded eyes.

How moving, how mournful, how crazy.

Even when recruits from the real universe and reshaped demons are thrown into battle every day, the madness of their blood squeezing out like a meat grinder cannot be compared.

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From a mortal's point of view, no one knows where this war will end, just as no one knows where this war will begin.

However, no one will question it.

Because there is a voice that can bind their will and mind together, bringing the great will of the Lord of Mankind to all the warriors of the Empire.

It was a great expedition that was unknown and incomparably important.

It represents whether the expeditionary fleet, which was once the Blood 13, can have a chance to move towards tomorrow, and it also represents whether the children of the mountains can truly break free from the doom of the World Eater.

Mortal auxiliaries, ember wolves, sons of the mountains.

The will in their souls is connected in the gentle and resolute voice of the genetic primordial, indistinguishable from each other.

She whispered the truth about everything to everyone.

There's the truth about the future, there's about the loss of the human empire, there's about the distant and dark future, there's about ...

Her (Angelon's) depraved future.

In Elaine's stagnant sea of mind, she personally embraced everyone's souls, shared the pain of each of them, and learned about everyone's past.

She knew that the outcome of this war might be to drain everyone's blood.

Even so, this genetic body, who had once walked out of the pain under the mercy of the Lord of Mankind, still resolutely walked towards a future full of suffering.

The moment she sailed into subspace, Elaine received his promise, though she didn't know where it came from.

- No pious soul lost in this war will fall into the clutches of Chaos, and they will all be carried to a distant throne by the mercy bestowed by the cold golden rays.

- until they turn into legions burning with the flames of vengeance.

In this regard, the cursed knowledge in the brain of the genetic protogens is naturally known.

Cursed Legion.

The inevitable past reveals the inevitable future.

So, Elaine gave her trust to the distant golden light.

And everyone got the truth the moment the fleet sailed into the Sadistic God Domain.

Everyone knows where this hopeless war is heading, and everyone knows the tragic future of the Human Empire, cursed by chaos.

It will be a war that will not be remembered by anyone, not even forgotten by themselves, and everyone's fate will be rested on this war that will make anyone despair.

Yet, each of them was undaunted.

Whether it's a small mortal auxiliary, or an astarte as a demigod.

For their allegiance had been sworn to join this great expedition that they would die to contribute to the glorious future of the human race.

They chose allegiance, and once again pledged allegiance, offering bloody loyalty to the emperor for themselves who had experienced a tragic fate in that gloomy future.

In this uncharted territory far from Holy Terra, the entire Expeditionary Force is bound to the will of humanity.

Arrays of artillery are being erected at the will of the genetic primordials, and the land engraved with the brass lines of the Aquila is purified at the feet of the Aquila.

The vast expanse of corpses in the Sadistic Domain's vast mounds of corpses had been reduced to even more scorched earth by artillery fire and war, and hymns of blood were played with the roar of bombs and chainsaws.

- Incomparably sacred.

She/He murmured softly.

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