(bgm: It's Happening-World beyond is recommended in this chapter)

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Death, death, endless death.

As far as everyone's eye could see, there was no end to the corpses and the fires of war, and launching a torrent of lasers and artillery fire beyond the horizon was not the end.

The farther tide of flesh and blood continues to frantically pour out the wrath of the blood gods on these unbridled mortals, to show humanity the true meaning of war and strife, and to sacrifice endless blood and skulls to the roaring power of destruction on the throne of skulls.

The roar of the vamplet's slaughter was mixed with the roar of explosive bombs, and Astarte's swift figure was accompanied by the bombardment of skull cannons.

The demonic engine was burned by the cannons and spears of light that rained down from the sky, and the impregnable artillery position was completely torn apart in the wave of flesh and blood.

Resources are being consumed, artillery is being consumed, and lives are being consumed.

From the moment they sailed into the Sadistic Realm, everyone knew the truth: in the distant and twisted future, the fate of all the members of the Blood 13 expeditionary fleet was favored by the Lord of Skull, who turned his back on all his beliefs and pasts and launched an unforgivable and crazy rebellion against the Empire of Man in a blasphemous and crazy way.

This is unacceptable to each of them.

Therefore, even if they did not know the truth until they reached the brutal battlefield, they did not hesitate to rebel against the ethereal and illusory fate.

Because they all believed in the truth of the Empire, and because they were willing to give their lives for the great cause of the Emperor, Astarte and the mortal auxiliaries never flinched, both in the past and in the future.

However, the human reinforcements from the real universe have gradually dwindled, and the demon army of Sadism, a symbol of destruction, has never shown its decline, and the form of each demon is constantly reborn from the sea of blood in the whispers of the blood god's comfort, and then rejoins the never-ending wave of flesh and blood.

This is the will of the masochist.

This is the embodiment of war.

The human positions with Blackstone's anti-psionic stance are dwindling under the frenzied onslaught of demons, and the roaring artillery fire on the artillery positions has gradually ceased due to the shortage of resources.

At every moment, Astarte's battle-hardened body fell, and each dazzling molten fireball symbolized the death of a mortal's heroic soul.

Humanity faces an enemy that they cannot win.

Their courage is breeding every demon's resurrection, and their sacrifice is whispering to the blood gods.

This is a desperate war.

This is a war to fate.

This war, in which everything is at stake, represents the faith of all.

Pursue that slim victory.

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He watched everything.

Limbs shredded with blood.

The terrible howl of the burning of flesh and blood.

Countless lives have been lost under the throne of skulls, from humans to demons to Astarte.

And Anglon's.

[Blood...]

The crazy battlefield of the meat grinder is still full of waves of flesh and bullets, and there are heroic souls who fall into eternal sleep under the smoke of gunpowder all the time, whether it is pain, or madness, or hatred, all hysterical emotions are constantly filled with the desire of the power of destruction on the brass throne to fight, and the low roar that echoes above the scorched earth shows his joy.

He is never satisfied, He is never satisfied with the never-ending war.

A vast sea of blood condensed by glory and sacrifice is churning under the watchful eye of Sadism, and these tiny races from the real universe are now confronting the embodiment of destruction with an indescribable belief in miracles.

His roar heralds war and death, and His groans represent battle and glory.

Billions of souls wander in the sea of souls, and the will condensed into a sharp blade is tearing terrible scars through his divine domain.

Yes, this horrible scar that tears apart the sky and the earth in the Sadistic Domain... It comes from 'humans'.

From the moment the distant golden light collided with the scarlet heavy axe, it had symbolized the beginning and end of this magnificent war, and the cause and effect.

The scars have formed, but the blood has not flowed.

The Blood God is looking forward to it.

Looking forward to the moment when this sharp blade condensed by the will pierces Him.

Until the smoke and slaughter dissipate, until the soul and glory are forged into immortal monuments.

After all...

There are so many lives... So many sacrifices, so many precious souls who died heroically.

Their value is worthy of the attention of the Blood God.

Never before had an army of this size brought a hysterical war to the Sadomists, and never before had there been such a stubborn will to confront the Skull Throne.

The roar of the interweaving of explosive shells and artillery fire is very pleasant.

Unfortunately, they did not end up on the throne of the skull, but at the side of the rotting corpse, offering worthless loyalty to the decaying empire.

Even the shattered soul of the Blood Angel has lost the control of the Blood God at this moment.

Through Elaine's chainsaw axe, the Blood Father', the poor slave was once and for all returned to the Golden Throne.

That carrion has always been so fond of intrigue.

The Blood God grunted.

- Rather, from the very beginning... The Blood Angels who came to the battlefield were not complete.

He already knew what was going on.

The Lord of Skulls watched as Angelon's broken soul was forcibly torn in two by the cold golden ray, and he watched as the chainsaw axe containing the cold golden rays severed its link to the Blood Angel.

Perhaps the carrion had calculated everything from the beginning, or perhaps it was the abominable Indigo Feather who plucked the strings of fate again.

But... It doesn't matter at all, their pathetic pride will eventually lead to retribution.

Besides, the Lord of the Skulls had never felt sorry for his slaves and minions, and since the blood was already slowly spilling, it didn't matter where they went.

Even if the existence of the Blood Angel is precious enough.

However, at this moment, even hundreds of millions of lives and blood cannot be worth the spoils of war obtained through the broken souls of the blood angels.

Derived from the salvation given by the indomitable warrior to the wretched slave.

A broken chainsaw axe, and a broken arm.

Her revolt continued.

And He was looking forward to it.

As he roared in relief, the rain of blood and thunder in the Sadistic Divine Realm became more and more violent, and the waves of flesh and blood formed by the endless army of Sadistic demons became more and more frenzied, and the interweaving of hot melts and explosive arrows approached a climax.

Blood poured down.

The shadow of a majestic battleship, bathed in a rain of blood, slowly rises above the horizon.

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Pain, death, madness.

Elaine looked down on the bloody battlefield in front of her, and endless intense emotions were echoing in the sea of her mind.

She could clearly feel the helplessness, anger, and despair of each mortal soldier in the face of the demonic blood tide.

She could also clearly feel the death that was happening all the time.

The Lord of the Red Sand slowly closed his eyes, red sand from Nukeriyah floating through her hair.

She felt the burning of the Vultanied Demon Sword, the bombardment of the cannons of the skull, and the trampling of the Steel Ox.

Each whisper is overwhelmed by a resolute soul, or a heroic sacrifice forges a small stone staircase to victory.

With the 'resolute determination' of the expeditionary fleet to expand its territory in the realm of the gods of terror, the final song of this tragic war is also coming to an end, and every moment there is endless suffering and torture pouring into the mind of the genotype, in which she can see everything, and her whispers accompany every figure, everywhere.

Whether Astarte or mortal, each small or powerful individual is held together under Elaine's whisper, and with an unprecedented cooperation, the potential of the human being is magnified to the limit.

Miracles happen all the time.

Through the bloody path torn apart by the lives of Astarte and mortals, and the steel torrent of armor and titans marched steadily, the expeditionary fleet that was no longer one in ten slowly marched under the scarlet canopy, marching towards the slim but existential hope, towards the endless tide of chaos.

Faith burns constantly, and the will that fills everyone's heart is stronger than ever before every second, which is also the driving force for the human army to tear the way forward in the tide of desperate flesh and blood.

Although the price of this motivation is endless suffering, this soul empathy that connects all people has poured all their negative emotions into Elaine's psyche.

Burning hatred, boiling madness, hysterical despair.

It is more brutal than any torture instrument in the galaxy, capable of completely crushing almost any soul.

However, Elaine is not among them.

She's been through it all.

The blazing flame in her gilded eyes brought hope and anger to all the warriors who were still fighting, and the cold whispers symbolized the salvation that existed on the far other side of the sea of souls—eternal loyalty to the imperial eagle that still shines under the cold golden sun.

Whether their lives will come to an abrupt end in the next moment, or whether their suffering will be too much to bear, they will all be put to rest under the gentle whispers of the Lord of the Twelfth Legion.

Even with the terrible weight of being able to crush any being, Elaine's resilient soul remained unshaken.

Even though her severed right arm was still bleeding under the whispers of the Blood God, the fullness of faith was enough to dispel any physical weakness.

As early as in the sea of souls in the High Heavens, she could hear the blasphemous whispers of the blood god, and the insane, blood-soaked corrosion was invading her soul at all times—as if the slightest carelessness would usher in her ethereal despair like that of the Lord of the Legion of Death.

However, the Lord of the Red Sand at this moment was no longer the young protoplasm curled up in swaddling clothes and trembling.

The incomparable strength of faith had turned into a massive wall of glittering gold, keeping out any corrosion and filth that might try to invade her soul.

The fiery soul that linked all the humans in the expeditionary legion even called for the distant gaze of the Corrupt God Emperor in the torrent of time.

She could clearly feel the Blood God's desire for this war, and she could also hear what the already strange father expected of her.

Well, the answer is already obvious.

Since the flow of fate is inevitable, she chooses to carry this war against the blood god to the end.

- With a sharp blade called 'Resolute Determination'.

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The Queen of Glory has come to the end of war and fate with endless scars.

The brass fortress appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"Warriors of the Emperor, warriors of men, my children..."

"This war against fate has reached its final stage."

At the same time, Elaine's cold voice echoed across the battlefield.

The Lord of the Red Sands, perched atop the ramming horn of the flagship, watched everything.

The power of destruction, seated on a throne of skull, watched everything.

She/He witnessed endless fighting and strife, as well as countless noble sacrifices and redemptions.

This bloody and bitter war began with a desperate revolt and ended with a hysterical revolt.

"In this war... I have witnessed the sacrifice of each and every one of you, the fight of each and every one of you. ”

"Any heavy sacrifice will be remembered forever, and any noble loyalty will be redeemed."

The cold whispers no longer elaborate on any tactics, and the hull that reflected the light of the anti-psionic stance seemed more and more illusory.

At this moment, almost all Astartes felt indescribable palpitations at this moment, and the spiritual empathy that linked everyone's hearts was at its peak at this moment.

They can feel the endless pain and suffering hidden in the depths of their mother's soul, the cruel time that has been magnified to thousands of years.

"You've worked hard enough... My children. ”

"There is more than one ghost who is trapped in regret and the past."

"My return and my presence have brought you a future of misery and unknown... Now, it's time for me to rewrite this fate. ”

At the same time, the fiery vents of the Resolute's massive engine erupted into even hotter plasma flames under this soul resonance, turning into endless thrust and slamming straight towards the top of the brass fortress.

The canopy of the Sadistic God Domain's blackstone impact seemed to dye the Glorious Queen's blackstone impact horn scarlet, and the majestic figure with the severed arm seemed extremely small at this moment.

The terrifying roar on the Skull Throne had turned into a high-pitched, crazy roar, and the unprecedented terrifying momentum instantly dispersed the storm and thunder, and the endless rain of blood that poured down was completely halted at this moment.

The huge rift that loomed over the Plains of Bones was fully manifested at this moment, and the endless sea of blood that was hot and hot symbolized the wrath and excitement of the Blood God.

The scars forged in time were aching, and the blow he had hoped for was already coming.

An angry roar hovered over the Skull Throne, and blazing red sand drifted across the pitch-black rambling corners.

The cold glow of pale gold lingered over the too small figure.

The scarlet blade of the giant axe pierced through the past and the future at this moment.

"There will be no end to victory ahead of us."

The cold voice still echoed in everyone's ears, but the overly dazzling light swallowed everyone's eyes.

Swords and heavy axes clashed, and the sky and earth were torn apart.

"Humanity will win."

She whispered softly.

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