If Constantine Valdo is compared to a beast, then Terra Palace is naturally his lair. There is no insult in this parable, it is simply a statement of fact.

The Royal Palace was his lair, his domain, and from the very beginning of its construction, Valdo was here. He knew every road, every room, every palace, and the sentry posts that were placed therein, but unfortunately this knowledge was no longer of any use.

Once a sprawling complex, the palace is now a shattered ruin, obscured by darkness and a land of monsters covered in thick ash.

This is good because Konstantin Valdo is extremely proficient in how to kill monsters. Even back in the days when the living were not really a scourge to the world, he was already dealing with people who had become monsters because of war.

A victor who is consumed by belligerent desires, a loser who is engulfed by the shame and hatred of defeat, or a vain who is simply consumed by ambition.

Now it's different, he's facing a different kind of monster.

Fortunately, it doesn't make much difference.

With a swing of his spear in one hand, Waldo's spear sliced through a piece of decaying clay steel that was connected to the flesh with precision and smoothness, and from the wound burst out not the smell of flesh, but a terrible stench.

The injured heir of Lorja Aurelian roared and pushed his shoulders against him, his exposed ribcage with no heart but a twisted meridian. However, in this moment, Waldo saw his heart and realized the truth.

He knew that the eyes hidden behind the scarlet eyepieces had been completely devoured by the living beings in the subspace, the spirit was gone, and the name and soul were torn to pieces together, and the greedy few mouthfuls were swallowed.

And they always don't know what to be satisfied with, and they will always crave more. For example, at this moment, they crave the flesh of Konstantin Waldo.

The marshal of the forbidden army was indifferent, and only handed the spear in his hand with one hand. He pierced the scarlet armor and drew his spear with great skill, parrying a short blade from behind.

A vicious beast that burst out of the subspace mist swooped down on him at this moment, the thing with its mouth wide open, its swirling teeth densely packed in its mouth waiting for the flesh to arrive, and Waldo kicked it back with a kick, then immediately turned around and swept away.

The edge of the spear shone with a golden light, and no drop of filthy blood could blind it. All sorts of weapons were coming at him, and he was faster than them, forever, just a little faster, but it was like a world of difference. The golden light flashed, and the four corpses that had been beheaded in half slowly fell to the ground.

Visions of the aftermath of the slaughter come to mind, as is the case with the Spear of the Sun God, keen to transmit the feelings and memories of the dead back to him, but these degenerates have nothing left, they don't even remember their names.

Beneath the scarlet armor wrapped in human skins and bones was not flesh and blood, but rotten dust.

It's so cruel, can't they see it clearly?

Valdo shook his head, his weapon in one hand, and stepped into the deeper darkness.

It's no longer the real world, but, let's be honest, there are only a handful of places in the entire Terra that can be counted as a 'physical universe'.

Valdo stepped through the thick dust and jumped onto a burning Riemannus tank, where the death of the crew caught his attention.

They did not die from the chain reaction of the destruction of the Riemannus Ruth tank, although their bodies were indeed being burned by the flames and could not leave. But Waldo could tell that they were dead long before that.

They described it as withered, with no moisture in the skin, atrophied muscles, devoured blood, something killed them, and only after that, the Riemannus tank was destroyed.

Demon?

Waldo stood up, jumped out of the armored car, and walked over the burning trenches again. These trenches were not designed by Roger Dorn, and the design of the boulder would not be so shoddy.

He kept it for a while and moved on. There were stumps and severed arms everywhere, and thick ashes trembled slightly in the air. The fact that the black snow didn't land where he was shows that he's in the right place, because Roger Dorn is in that place.

He had to find Roger Dorn, and he had to find him.

This is the emperor's order.

The cloak swept through the ashes, and the Janissal jumped on top of the shoddy trench, but a foul-smelling breeze blew at this moment. He sniffed lightly, easily analyzing a distinctive smell of blood.

He clenched the spear in one hand, and shook it with his right hand on his chest, causing bouts of inconsequential pain. His ability to heal himself didn't work as well as it should in the face of this wound, and if he wanted to hold the sword of the lord, he had to pay a price.

And he didn't care about the price, just continued to sniff.

He was already quite familiar with the stench of Chaos, and this smell was different, it didn't belong to humans, but it didn't belong to demons either.

A faint hint of concern flashed across Waldo's face.

Among the many primitives, Roger Dorn is one of the few people who can be honored by Valdo.

Others are either too naïve or just too stupid. Dorne, on the other hand, is not worldly, but also naïve. He wasn't stupid, but he would never think he had extraordinary intelligence.

In this respect, he may sound like a middle-of-the-road man, but in fact, Roger Dorn has a unique quality of tenacity. This tenacity allows him to despise everything and surpass everything, yet he is willing to be a humble man.

A humble, but also incredibly resilient person. He even showed indifference when he realized that his decades of hard work were useless, and turned to devise more strategies against the terra ground.

Therefore, in any sense of the word, Konstantin Waldo did not want Roger Dorn to die at this moment.

So he began to run, following the smell of blood. Like a faint light piercing into the depths of darkness, the smell of blood began to thicken, as if someone had shed blood here for hundreds of years.

The Janissary frowned sharply, he felt that his perception was being clouded, as if he was in a deep quagmire. He stopped running, but it was too late.

Without warning, the world before him suddenly lit up, and all kinds of sounds poured into his ears with a bang. Roars, gunfire, the sound of flesh being torn apart.

Wordlessly, he looked over and saw a group of Astartes fighting bloodily.

They fought valiantly, and were well enough to be called elite. They numbered only about 500 people, but they were able to engage in a tug-of-war with demons several times their number on the blood-stained sand.

However, Waldo had never seen that blue-red livery at all. And the flag that was fluttering over their position, with a black base and a red outer ring, with a scarlet fist printed in the middle.

These two things alone are suspicious enough, not to mention their armament, many of them have mixed power armor, and a large number of blasters with heavy firepower such as chainsaw swords and promethine flamethrowers seem to be quite scarce.

The most important point is that they have no auxiliary troops with them, not half of them.

The wrinkles between the eyebrows of the Janissal became more and more ugly - what was the situation? But he didn't have time to throw the question at all, because the bloody battle had already found his door before it did.

Dozens of scarlet hounds twitched, turning their heads from the array of demons, barking loudly toward where he was, their cruelly interlaced teeth slowly wriggling in their lipless mouths.

The demon who was holding them with a barbed rope roared excitedly, and immediately let go of his hand, letting the hound out of the cage, and rushed towards Waldo with the scimitar in his hand. Some of its kind immediately caught up, lest they fall behind by half a step.

Valdo calmly watched the tide, and the golden boots stepped into the blood without hesitation. Before all the demons do, he stabbed the spear in his hand.

The first hound was impaled by him, the second was cut in half, and the third leaped high and tried to bite his injured right hand, only to be shattered by Valdo's jaw with a cold knee. He raised his foot and crushed its head, then continued to kill.

They rushed at him one after the other, their bloodthirsty impulses so evident in those delirious eyes. And Valdo remained indifferent - for him, these enemies were still too slow.

He was always faster than them, and he could always be just a little faster, to attract more attacks that could be parried, blocked, dodged, or even killed before the attacker did.

He had killed all the hounds in just thirteen seconds, and then he began to wait for the firstborn demons.

The first demon to arrive is armed with a sharp axe, the face of which glows scarlet in the power of chaos. The first blow it chooses is an unpretentious straight slash, and Waldo takes a step back, then pierces it with the axe and lifts it high.

The demon howled in rage, only to be shattered by a gentle whirl. Pieces of flesh and axes fell, and blood flew in the dusty air, creating a spectacular spectacle.

A flash of golden light then flashed, and Valdo brutally smashed through the curtain of blood, silently slaughtering into the demon colony.

Two minutes later, he had slain every demon that dared to challenge him.

Not far away, in the battle array, there were more beast eyes that shimmered with lava and looked at this place wordlessly. Attracted by blood and howls, they were sucked into belligerence by the silent victory of the Janissal and began to beat their drums in their battle formations.

With one hand, Waldo plunged his spear deep into the ground, then jerked it up. Flesh and dust fell together, but the brilliance of the Sun God's spear was as bright as lightning.

He said to the Tide, "Challenge me." ”

They came like crazy.

Today it's fifteen thousand, and this is the first chapter, and there are four more chapters.

I didn't update it yesterday because my schedule exploded.,Woke up at four o'clock in the afternoon.,Eat a meal and start writing.,And then write and write and fall asleep again ()

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