Corrado couldn't remember how long it had been since his cheeks had been exposed to air.

He hadn't taken off his helmet since the horns had grown on his head.

Such behavior was inconvenient and unnecessary, and of course he could tell himself.

However, the more reason was that he didn't want to face the face that had been distorted beyond recognition by the forces of Chaos.

As long as the truth is not revealed, the man named Corrado remains healthy, like the half-alive and half-dead cat in Schrödinger's box.

Corrado himself didn't realize this, he just did it subconsciously.

And at this moment, when his helmet was knocked away by Mohr, a feeling of loss inexplicably swept through the body and mind of the High Priest.

From the shattered display screen that fell to the ground, he finally saw himself clearly again after thousands of years.

It was a face that could not be considered human, hideous and distorted, with dense hollows covering the cheeks like a detached lotus canopy, and completely rotten lips that could not hold a mouth full of fangs and sharp teeth.

He tried to touch the horrible face with his hand, but the hand had left his body, and Corrado saw it lying on the ground less than a meter from him, and he noticed that blood was dripping from his wrist.

"Everything. It shouldn't be this way."

The Whisperer Priest let out a deep voice, his tone full of disbelief.

Obviously the opportunity to ascend was in front of him, but he lost to an unknown dark angel.

"You are losing this war, traitors, and this sinful planet will soon be purified."

Instead of slashing the ugly head off with a sword, Moll had to complete the task Lucas had given him to hack into the Whisperer's communication channel and upload the video file.

When Mohr walked to the Whisperer's platform, he was surprised to find that the system was almost identical to the one used by the Imperial side, and the mobile terminal he was carrying could be plugged in and operated directly, and the fit was so perfect that it seemed to come from the same foundry.

It's all thanks to the fact that they grab too much of what the empire is robbing, and copy-and-paste is productivity.

Of course, there is also a worse possibility, that is, whether it is the imperial side or the traitor side, the mainstream technological level of both sides has not made much progress in the past 10,000 years, and such a long period of isolation still cannot give birth to two different branches of technology.

Regardless, Mohr was able to upload the video quickly, and everything went pretty smoothly.

The battle in the command post was also one-sided with the defeat of the High Priest.

The inspired Old Davids became extremely brave, and all the remaining Whisperer Space Marines were cut down, and the cultists who had lost their leadership immediately scattered and fled, desperate and panicked.

"What are you doing, Puppet Emperor lackey?"

Corrado struggled several times to get to his feet, but couldn't.

The High Priest of the Bearer, who had slaughtered thousands of people, was now even a problem to stand.

There was a lot of blood flowing from his nose and mouth, and the strong and urgent pain signals made it impossible for him to tell where he was hurt, and his body was so broken that he could only barely lean against the wall to keep it from lying down.

He refused to admit it, he wanted to know his true end.

"It's just a gadget for your speaker, you can watch it quietly."

More also wanted to extract key information from the high-ranking priest, so he didn't end his life immediately.

The Dark Angel was just vigilant to prevent the other party from breaking the net with the psionic fish.

It is believed that after watching the content of the video, the emotional senior priest should be more likely to be pried open.

As the highly sarcastic video was broadcast around the world, the Galmek speakers finally realized what had happened.

The demonic world they had lived in peace for millennia, carefully crafted for the dark gods, was now ravaged.

This is not simply an invasion and a struggle for territory, but a comprehensive collapse of their culture, history and beliefs.

Just like the perfect city back then.

The proprietors of the time were lucky, at least they thought so.

After being mercilessly humiliated and abandoned by the Emperor, they managed to find a new object to worship, a powerful force they could serve wholeheartedly.

However, if even the four gods of subspace had abandoned them because of this mistake, what would the bearers of that time do?

The love of the gods is not unconditional.

They reward those who have done great things, and they punish those who have failed contemptifiably.

And such a thing must not happen to the Bearer.

They must do everything in their power to defend the city and fight against the brutal green invaders.

The fanatics lost control in their rage and rushed out of their supposed positions, desperately searching for and killing the hateful greenskins, and the battle on Kalmek intensified and began to spiral out of control.

"So that's all your empire does, destroying the sacred again and again?"

Corrado, who watched the entire video, asked hysterically.

Due to his excessive emotion, a large amount of blood poured out of his lung tubes as he spoke.

"You call it sacred?" Moore said with a look of disgust, "Here, I see nothing but a bunch of crazy and twisted freaks, and the crimes they have committed. ”

He began to have the greenskins plant explosives, preparing to completely destroy the low-Earth orbit defense platform with a fierce blast.

"Don't think you've won, Puppet Emperor lackey, you don't know what you're up against!"

The High Priest roared, his voice sounding heartbreaking.

"By academic definition, the situation you're facing right now is the most standard failure, you know, a failure!"

Moore stepped forward and trampled the other man under his feet without mercy.

Corrado's chest was concussed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

After getting rid of the annoying noise, Moore contacted Lucas again: "Hey, jackal, I've completed everything you arranged, the defense platform has been captured, and you can send warships to bombard below." ”

Lucas's voice then appeared, and his tone was relaxed and pleasant: "Well done, lion, the warship you want is on its way to the designated position." The Speakers must be angry, fanatics are always easily provoked, and they will make a lot of mistakes in this war. ”

The two talked uncontrollably in front of Corrado, as if victory was within reach.

The situation was getting worse and worse, and the enemy was still smug in front of him, all of which made the High Priest's heart even more depressed.

"No, you don't understand anything, the battle that is taking place here is pointless!" Corrado spoke out again.

Even if he is trampled underfoot, even if he has completely failed, he cannot give in.

"What's going on over there, why do I seem to hear a defeated dog going berserk in impotence?" Lucas on the other end of the phone asked curiously.

"It's just a hard-mouthed guy who is still panting when he dies, and I'm going to kill him right away." Moore replied casually, as if the other party was a worm that he could trample on at any moment.

Such a terrible humiliation was enough to drive the high priest into madness.

"Defeated dogs? It's you who really lose, stupid puppet lackeys, don't you have something missing from this planet? ”

Unable to bear it anymore, Corrado turned the last of his life force into a scream, his hoarse voice accompanied by evil laughter.

"What's missing?" Morton frowned.

"Lots of demons, you idiots, this is a demon world!" Corrado gushed and mocked insolently, "The Great Hand of Fate, Chief Priest of the Bearers, Lord Erebath has already set out in action, and the great rituals he performs will directly seal the victory of Chaos—the mighty demon legions and the ritual daggers that will kill the Eternals, both of which will force your Temperarian to choose between becoming one of us, or being completely wiped out!" ”

"So pathetic puppet emperor lackeys, you are actually defeated!"

(End of chapter)