Ferus Manus heard a dull explosion, but he didn't have time to pay attention to it right now. Not only him, but his company commander didn't have time to pay attention. They were confronted with a deep purple musk mist, and a thousand of its terrible demons that profaned it.

It's definitely an uphill battle, but they can hold on. What if the battleship fell from the head? Without dying on the spot, the war would continue until they were completely victorious.

"Gabriel." The Iron Hand Calries.

There was something in his voice, or will, that was burning. It was a force that was enough to calm down any warrior of the Tenth Legion in an instant.

The commander of the first company was no exception, his hammer had only just been smashed, the demon was not yet dead, and he was rejoicing in the pain of his spine and half of his body being smashed into flesh, while he himself had already returned to the original body.

Without hesitation, with absolute trust.

Ferus Manus glanced at him, the blood of the company commander made his eyes a little gloomy, a general is always happy to see his subordinates fighting bloodily, but everything has a degree.

Of course, he wouldn't be happy to see scraps of flesh stuck in the crevices of Gabriel Santo's prosthetic eyes.

So, he's in touch with Chagatai now?" Iron Hand asked.

"I think so, Primitive." Gabriel Santo said. "And, judging by the explosion, they should not be far from us."

"In such a bumpy predicament—" Ferrus Manus calmly commented. "—I can't think of better news than that, unless I see Carlil Lohals appear to us right now."

My lord, he is only one person, and the support of one person cannot influence the situation on the battlefield. Even if he was an instructor of the Eighth Legion. ”

The commander of the first company couldn't help but retort, but the iron hand ignored it.

The servo arm behind his terrifying 'Medusa Armor' is creating a brutal killing vortex, and many spinning chainsaws poke out of the promethium flames with precision, creating a terrifying minepool.

Any demon that bursts out of the darkness and tries to cross the thunder pool is chopped to shreds or burned to char - sometimes, of course, both at the same time or one after the other.

"You don't know him well enough." Ferus replied calmly. "Actually, a lot of people don't know him well enough."

He turned, standing shoulder to shoulder with his company commander.

Gabriel Santo swung the Thunderhammer at a dangerous angle, and the huge kinetic energy that had already been built up was superimposed on his terrifying power, creating a feast of flesh and blood.

Ferus Manus's servo arms were retracted, and he was given a moment of respite. They were extremely acquiescent, even if Gabriel was actually dragging down his original body to a certain extent.

"What do you mean by that?"

The commander of the first company asked curiously in between the killings, not showing the slightest bit of exhaustion, as if this brutal war, which had been going on for more than twenty-five hours, was just a warm-up for him.

"Because he's not just—"

Ferus Manus paused for a moment, and a sudden burst of anger ignited in his eyes out of nowhere. Gabriel Santo saw this and was a little surprised, but he quickly got to the root of the problem.

In the deep pink musk mist and heavy darkness, he heard a crisp sound of bells, followed by a very strange aroma. Immediately after, a pale pink bewitching face poked out of the darkness.

She, he, or it - draped in a deep purple veil, with a skin shining a dazzling white, it was probably laughing, and it was a very gentle, very complicated laugh.

"—why don't you go on, Gorgon?" The thing asked, and slowly crept out of the darkness.

Its swaying snake tail was strong and agile, rubbing against the ground, and the bell that pierced the tail was ringing gracefully.

Such a sudden arrival, there is no foreshadowing, no majestic summoning ceremony. Only some people know that this is just a whim of an evil god. And the shenanigans of the gods often bring real disasters.

Gabriel Santo reluctantly noticed that its voice was very familiar.

The iron hand did not speak, but simply pulled the trigger and fired.

The dangerous stream of hot molten energy roared out of the barrel after a brief hiss, and ran towards the thing that spoke. It did not hide or hide, but stood quietly, staring wistfully at Ferus Manus.

The hot melt struck it in the face without incident, but the deadly attack only burned the veil clean, causing no damage to its smooth and beautiful skin.

The thing sighed and shook its head slowly.

It had a very strong sadness in its eyes and slowly walked out of the darkness. At this time, Gabriel Santo discovered that it had four hands, and one of them held an overly simple glass with a drop of blood in it.

"I miss you so much." It whispered. "I was born again in this world because of my love for you, Gorgon."

Gabriel Santo finally realized who this thing was – or rather, who it used to be.

He gripped the Thunderhammer creeably.

"Don't be fooled." Ferus Manus said calmly. "We can still hear his voice in the communication, he's still fighting, Gabriel."

He looked at it in disgust.

The tall creature with four hands sighed again.

"Me too." It says. "I'm fighting, Ferus."

"Shut up." Iron Hand finally spoke to it, but his expression was particularly terrifying.

Without any superfluous words, he immediately attacked. This was not a reckless move, but a premeditated attack. His speed was so fast that even a company commander who was always watching the movement of the original could not accurately capture it.

However, the attacked enemy had no intention of dodging at all. It Shi Shiran stood in place, his agate-like eyes moistened, and tears of regret slowly flowed.

The furnace breaker smashed it down without any hesitation.

Gabriel Santo saw everything clearly.

Flesh and blood splattered, nine points similar to Forgrim, but more charming, more bewitching head was transformed at this moment by undisguised hatred and violence.

Its long, narrow, scarlet-scarlet-clad sockets began to shatter, and eyeballs fell out of them. The long crimson piercing horns that grew between the smooth white hair were broken and turned into powder.

The soft flesh on the cheekbones and cheeks began to crumble, the jelly-like texture, the seductive pink blood, spilled along with the broken jaw and the teeth that flew out, and the tongue and gums were brutally erased by the decomposition force field.

With one blow, it only took one blow for the blasphemous creature to be killed, and the death was horrific.

Of course, that's not the end.

It fell softly, but the glass in its hand shook suddenly, and the drop of blood shook six times in the wall.

So, with the sound of tooth-aching flesh squeezing, the monster with the snake's tail and four hands cried and covered its undamaged face and began to wail.

"Let me die—" it cried out in pain. "—don't torture me like that! My Lord! I can't fight him anymore! ”

Ferus Manus held the Furnace Breaker aloft.

"Bang!"

With a heavy thud, he struck a blow that broke the middle of its monstrous body.

The gradient skin, as beautiful as it was, didn't bring any additional protection from this level of rage, like the gold-embroidered armor of a dancer's clothes twisting and breaking, and the flesh turning into a foamy flower in it.

A sense of indulgence, mutilation, and depravity began to emerge from the creature's broken body.

It's beautiful, even if it's to the point of that.

However, this beauty is regrettable. It transcends the realm of human comprehension and brings with it a strong disgust, but nevertheless, it also allows the two senses to merge into one, and leap to a higher level in the temple of desire.

It roared in pain, but in the midst of such extreme pain, it voluntarily lowered its body and turned its head to meet the furnace breaker.

The Iron Hand did not leave his hand.

Violent and frenzied unleashing, once again the scene of flesh and blood being broken. However, in the shaking of the blood, it was reborn again.

The snake's tail swayed, and the strong force drove the fallen body to its feet. The blood in the glass began to shake slightly, and Ferus Manus did not move, but calmly spun his wrist and swung it with a hammer.

In the terrible screams of the snaketail monster, the furnace breaker hit the glass without reservation.

Then, it doesn't move.

"No ——!" The snake demon was the first to scream. "No, no, no! Destroy it, smash it, Ferrus! I don't want to come back to life! ”

"Primordial!"

Gabriel Santo roared, and he threw a power dagger at Ferus. The iron hand didn't look at it, caught it with his backhand, held the sword with three fingers, and slashed it fiercely.

An arm Shi Shiran flew up, the glass shook and fell to the ground, but there was no damage at all, and the drop of blood was even more weird, and it floated bizarrely. It was only now that a second brilliance was finally born, a brilliant color full of seduction.

Unable to be described or concretely described, it can be any kind of color, but, whatever it is, it is by no means within the range of colors of the normal world.

It is a tide of desire.

"Destroy it!" The basilisk roared, not even affected by the pain of the severed hand.

Of course, Ferus didn't want to pay attention to it, but whether or not there was a conspiracy lurking in this thing's statement so far, this drop of blood was inseparable from its two rebirths.

Iron Hand narrowed his eyes, and a servo arm poked out from his back, and a wave of heat erupted, and the promethium flames roared and engulfed it—however, in the deadly brilliance that bloomed for a moment, there was a scream of screams from the darkness around him.

The demons are screaming.

The sound is high, with unparalleled joy. Gabriel Santo looked around and saw the strong, athletic, and demonic demons dissolving in the musky mist.

Flesh fell from the skeleton like hot mud, but their faces still screamed on the ground, and the darkness grew thicker. Then, his eyes, the only naked eye, began to melt as well.

The pain was so real, but he forced himself not to move, just holding the weapon in both hands, staring closely at the demon flesh and blood that was gathering in the thick fog.

The snake demon bowed its body again in pain, unlike before, this time, its posture did not contain any intention of seeking death, only absolute surrender.

Its breath was warm and fragrant, with a flower-like fragrance, but its expression was full of sadness and pain, and the mixed emotions were as complex as the contrasting oil paint on its bare chest at the moment, presenting a magnificent scene.

Ferus Manus glanced at it coldly, and the furnace breaker was raised high again.

"Wait." A voice came from the darkness, calm, ordinary, even bland. "Don't be so ruthless."

Ferus ignored it, just smashed the hammer.

"Let me handle it myself!" Between the splatters of flesh and blood, the basilisk screamed, pleading for the flat voice. "I beg you, master!"

"Don't call me master," a shadow laughed in the darkness. "Actually, my dear Vogrim, don't you realize one thing yet? Now, you are my master. ”

The basilisk looked at him in amazement.

Gabriel Santo was shocked by the name he shouted.

Ferus Manus was as unmoved as he had expected, and he continued to swing his hammer and slay the baslin. And it was reborn, blood splattered on Iron Hand's armor as if it were a surviving evidence.

"In the tide of chaos, I represent many things. I can be love, I can be indulgent, I can be joyful, I can be depraved hedonism—but I can also represent loyal and unyielding love. ”

He laughed, and the laughter was lazy, willful, weak, and contented.

"What do you think I have given me blood for the sake of such restraint of minions, the accumulation of strength, the thankless shaping of you from the turbulence into what you are now? Do what you want to do and say what you want, Vogrim."

"He's coming, and we're only thirty minutes. He will not show mercy, and if he finds me, he will immediately kill the body I have so hard to shape, and I will be devastated, and I will pay a terrible price—and then I will not be able to maintain your existence. ”

"So, let me go home as happy as I can, my gem, do you know how long I've been planning this sudden idea?"

He retracted his smile and suddenly greeted him in a priestly tone.

"To love, Fugen, as I was born of love."

The voice fell, the fog lifted, and the shadow crept into the darkness, but the laughter remained.

The roar of the hovercraft pierced the surrounding blockade of musk miasma, and the roar of the Chagatai Khan followed, and the White Tiger sword sliced through the darkness and carried him out of it.

Another man wrapped in pitch-black flames followed, and the white scars on the bikes broke into the darkness, bringing with them endless walking corpses and billowing stench—the voice that once belonged to Motarian was accompanied by the hoarse respirator, and they chased after it.

"Fogham, help me!" It roared, as if it had known something in the morning.

Tears flowed from the snake demon's eyes.

"It's beautiful, it's beautiful," it muttered as it looked at the white-haired giant like ashes. The tail bell sways and sways, bringing a hypnotic clear sound.

The Chagatai Khan changed color in shock.

Ferus Manus clenched his hammer in anger.

Gabriel Santo was speechless, and could only instinctively raise his weapon, looking around blankly.

Only one remained calm.

"Something shitty." The phoenix of Chemus said coldly, the blade in his hand already raised.

Happy New Year!

There is also a 6k pinch, which is an update from last year, and as for why it is late, I don't say, hee-hee. During the day, I'll go to a dinner and then come back and continue coding.

By the way, I actually thought about writing about the foreshadowing of Slaanesh's appearance during the siege of Terra, but I eventually decided to pull away from the foreshadowing and only portray him as the god who was willing to pay a terrible price on the spur of the moment. Desire is difficult to control, so it will change from desire to sin, which is very consistent with my understanding of slackerne.

(End of chapter)