The roar of artillery fire, the roar of chainsaws, the mournful screams of the passage of life.

In this fiercely fought meat grinder battlefield that cannot be described in words, thousands of lives are lost in an instant every moment.

Torrents of steel from the Ember Wolves' Titans and super-heavy tanks shredded the flesh and blood of the Sadistic Demons, the furious roars and hot melt blasts of the Mortal Auxiliaries rose and went, and the metal storms of bombs and flamestorms left countless distinct corpses on the scorched earth.

Irreparable situations can occur at any time, and only will and determination can contend with these endless crises.

Every Astarte's bloody battle to the death can carve a bloody path in the tide of flesh and blood.

The frenzy of each Mortal Auxiliaries leaves a brilliant molten fireball in the Demon Army.

Each Titan's reactor will choose to overload directly after running out of energy, igniting stars called human will in the mountains and reclaimed sadistic demon army.

Life may pass away, but loyalty endures.

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Karn laboriously pulled the chainsaw axe from the chestbowl of the vampleter in front of him, sticky, filthy blood splattering under the roar of the engine, and the scarred terracotta steel shell of the power armor slowly dripped.

He could clearly see that the crumbling monomolecular sawtooth on it had once again reached its limit, and the holographic tactical panel had depleted its ammo stockpile.

Karn had to raise his spare blaster pistol and blast the vamplet's head away, and incinerate his body with the last hot molten shrapnel in his hand, but the endless demon wave swarmed up in an instant.

Towards Karn as if he had found a pack of bloody wolves.

"Damn..."

He realized he couldn't stay here too long.

Karn immediately retreated to the trenches behind him, his heavy magnetic boots stepping over the horrific corpses of countless mortal corpses, most of whom were even Space Marines known to Karn.

- Karn knew that if he hesitated to retreat and regroup, he would join the queue of corpses.

As Karn's tall figure retreated, the cover of artillery fire from the rear immediately tore apart the swarming demonic wave.

The roar of the bolts and the hum of the hot melt echoed through the mound of corpses, and Astarte, who was retrograde in the hail of bullets, returned to the trench at a speed that was difficult for ordinary people to catch.

The heavy breathing was accompanied by the undulation of the terracotta armor, and the tired tinnitus of the long battle had already made Karn's mind tense to the limit more and more empty.

However, he didn't have any time to rest.

[Combat unit: Commander Kahn of the 8th Assault Company]

[There are 30 seconds left in the reconditioning time.] 】

The cold, urgent data and countdown from the progenitor were in his ears, and Karn didn't hesitate to tear down the already broken teeth of the chainsaw axe in front of him in a matter of seconds.

Click, click.

The new monomolecular serrations were reinstalled with Karn's precision and skill, and the explosive pistol and hot-melt shotgun that he carried with him were loaded at speeds unattainable by the human eye, without even the slightest trembling.

It's muscle memory that has been repeated hundreds of times.

“… Call. ”

Karn took a deep breath, and he felt the hum that was gradually disrupting his thoughts gradually being replaced by the clear sound of artillery fire, a superhuman organ called artificial meninges digesting the exhaustion enough to crush any mortal.

For Astarte, a few deep breaths are all it takes to relieve a long-standing tiredness, and even a few seconds of rest can regain one's strength.

In extreme cases, an Astarte was able to maintain even high-intensity combat without sleep for hundreds of years.

After making sure he had enough equipment to fight again for at least a few months of Terra, Karn quickly left the trenches strewn with icy corpses and returned to the meat grinder battlefield for an unknown amount of time.

Months, years...? Or hundreds of years?

Karn had no idea about it. Even the precise biological clock in Astarte's body was out of order, and all that haunted his ears was endless cannon fire and roars, as well as heavy blades from blasphemous demons.

None of that matters, though.

Looking at the endless army of demons, Karn tightened the trigger of his chainsaw axe.

War is the only meaning of Astarte's life.

[The appearance of the target individual, Blood Angel, is detected, and the plan α-13 is activated.] 】

Suddenly, the indifferent voice sounded again.

In Karn's incredulous gaze, a majestic scarlet figure appeared in front of the wave of flesh.

……

The vicious Butcher's Nail reawakens Angron's consciousness, symbolizing the great power of the Blood God that has once again reshaped his shattered form.

The scarlet, dirty pupils were opened again, and in his field of vision, there were only endless corpses.

The tide of flesh and blood was still churning, and the crazy roar lasted for a long time.

He saw the enemies whose will burned with hatred.

There is an indescribable sense of familiarity around them.

Looking at the Titan Divine Machines engraved with blood-red wolves, and the blue and white Astartes...

Angelon's consciousness was in a trance.

The familiar chainsaw axe roared as if digging for something in its subconscious.

But... What is it exactly?

Finally... Something important has been forgotten ...

The nail bit the beast's brain again, and the endless pain turned into a whip from the blood god in an instant.

The brief lucidity was replaced by the 888th Sinking.

- Kill !!

Angelon's shattered soul roared almost instinctively, its massive blood-red wings fluttering with terrifying currents, and its scarlet form rushed like a battering ram into the artillery positions that had brought him countless destructions.

The only thing that matters is killing.

The only thing that matters is killing.

Yes, he didn't care about anything at all—anything heavy and meaningful would be eaten away by the vicious bite of a nail.

Angelon was already familiar with all this.

The heavy black sword of the blood-red angel tore through countless fragile flesh in an instant, and the solid and heavy terracotta steel armor was also torn apart under the power of Qianjun.

Like a red meteor, the demonic primordial body galloped freely on the battlefield, frantically and painlessly bathed in the endless artillery fire that came to them.

Tank after tank and armored vehicle were overturned in the frantic charge of Anglon.

One Titan after another and Astarte were torn apart by the blade of the Black Sword.

Blood and skulls are mounting, and the gratifying roar from the brass throne is becoming more pronounced.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god!!"

"Cranial Sacrifice Skull!!"

The crimson demon angel roared wildly, bathed in a rain of blood from endless mortals and Astartes.

He longs for it all. Angelon longs for this disorder and hysterical madness.

In the shadow of his massive wings are endless waves of demons.

- Hum !!

With the roar of the chainsaw axe's engine, the heavy scarlet magnetic boots slowly stepped into the rain of blood.

The low roar of the Blood God echoed across the endless plains of corpses.

In Anglon's cloudy, scarlet vision, a pair of gilded eyes burning with flames were reflected.

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