When the genetic primordial awakens its own essence, some of the [things] contained in them will burn like firewood.

It was the ideal that the Lord of Humanity placed on them, and it was indispensable for the human empire to thrive - but its existence was so precious that even the evil gods of the subspace coveted it.

They can be called young gods who are still in the awakening stage, but the human lord did not create them with the intention of elevating them to gods.

It was precisely because the emperor's power was close to that of a god that he knew that the concept of a god was a cruel burden.

Even though his reticent nature makes the image of a father not deep in the hearts of his children, he does not want to leave this responsibility to his children.

There is no doubt that the Emperor is the only pillar of the Human Empire after the old night. It is now, and it will be in the future, for ten thousand years and ten thousand years.

Until all potential crises are extinguished, and until humanity once again has the courage to march to the stars, the Lord of Humanity will not leave his throne.

But a towering tree could not properly shelter the life that dwells in its shade, so it found twenty-one saplings that were enough to shelter humans.

Although they are not majestic or solid, they all have the great potential to inherit from their father.

Either rigorous, or cold, or great, or good.

Under the gaze of four pairs of malicious eyes, the bud called reason is gradually blooming.

Until the malevolent Mars burns up its interior, the Lord of Humanity has a chance to save everything.

……

After a moment of convulsion, Amnak's body remained motionless.

The extremely tricky battle for the elite Astarte was over in just two or three moments.

It's not that the Slaanesh Archdemon is too weak, it's just that Elaine is too strong.

Powerful to...

Unbelievable.

Before the demon legion could react, Elaine had already set off again.

The soles of the magnetic boots were covered with a little muddy flesh and blood, perhaps this was the last trace of the glamorous and charming keeper of secrets left in the real universe.

The Lord of the Red Sand once again turned into a red storm that swept through everything, rushing like a natural disaster into the demon army that had been thrown into disarray by the death of the leader—just in an instant, the sound of flesh and bones shattering turned into a prelude to a bloody dance music, and any demon that stood in her way was crushed to pieces of flesh in an instant, like a humanoid chariot striding a bloody path.

Elaine hadn't thought to get any answers from Amnak's mouth, perhaps she had expected to be manipulated by the Chaos Gods.

Yes, those who play with fate will eventually be played by fate, and she who changed the fate of the children of the mountains will naturally be changed by the fate of the Twelve Legions.

Targeted by terror, targeted by Tzeentch, and targeted by Slaanesh.

She was tired of the successive infestations, and even her strict nature was being eroded by the physical body of the genetic prototype.

For her, the solution to the problem is to kill.

Endless killing.

Crush any demon in front of you to minced meat, and slaughter the unashamed demons until they are afraid of themselves.

Even if this scarred power armor was about to shatter, it didn't matter, even if he didn't have any weapons in his hands.

The dazzling blue light of the splitting stance flickered like a death omen, slaughtering the slacker demons with great efficiency.

As the scarlet figure rushed through the demon army, the Primordial Guardians also moved.

They seemed to have expected this, and they didn't need to communicate much, so they prepared to rush into the demon army that had been scattered with their mother.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

With the sound of dull and orderly steps, the silent Astartes launched a terrifying charge, and the horror of this disobedience made even the demons tremble.

Even though they didn't say a word, the high-pitched roar of the chainsaw axe was more terrifying than any war cry.

If Elaine is like a terrible scourge that makes people feel hopeless, then these Astartes are heavy trucks speeding away.

Without giving the demons who were still in a panic a chance to breathe, they followed one after another with terrifying kinetic energy.

This was followed by even more brutal unilateral killings.

These Astartes stabbed straight into the demon army like an unstoppable blade, and although it was still far from the catastrophic destructive power of the genetic prototype, it was as terrifying as the heavy cavalry of Gutera to the weak villagers.

The demon army, which was extremely difficult in the eyes of any force, was almost completely crushed by the Astarte team of less than ten people with great efficiency.

The roar of the chainsaw alternates with the hum of the power fist, skulls and blood are being thrown at will, and in the midst of this cruel duet, there is a terrible wail of demons.

It was the long-lost battle she fought with her children, and it was the first battle since their reunion with the Lord of the Legion.

The vast army that spread across the hills is being rapidly crushed by them.

Moans of pleasure were gradually replaced by wails, and the sensory stimulation of this carnage was long approaching its limit.

Not every demon can enjoy it as much as Amnak, but that's the sad thing about these filthy things—the lowly find it difficult to even indulge in pleasure in the Dark Lady's bedchamber, where torture and pain are the most common undertones.

They were crushed in panic and beheaded in fear.

Before the flesh was on the verge of shattering and the consciousness returned to the chaotic Supreme Heaven, they were all in the same thing:

Why can humans be so scary?

If Amnak were still alive, he might be able to answer the doubts of these filthy and lowly subordinates.

Because these warriors who have survived the war of fate are not survivors, but victors who have regained glory from the endless flames of the Demon Realm.

It is a heavy blade sharpened through that endless war, and it is also a brave man who pierces fate and breaks the shackles.

Forged in the fire of war, quenched in brass fortresses, forged in the blood of the Lord of Skulls.

The art of killing has long been etched into the soul of each of them, and the gift of the blood god has been abandoned by them.

They don't have to prove themselves by any means.

These warriors followed only the empress who led them in eternal war, the monarch who fought against the gods with his will, and the mother who gave his life to protect the heirs.

It's not because she has the power of the Firestealer in her body that she's so strong, but because she's determined to be worthy of the Firestealer's gift.

is worthy of the blood of the blood god.

……

……

If I didn't pay attention, it was the end of the month, and I wrote about killing and killing for a whole month

It's really refreshing.jpg

(End of chapter)