"I know what you think, mortal, you are trying to provoke me and make me punish you in order to buy some more time for the empire, maybe it is because of your small efforts that the puppet emperor is lucky enough to win this war, you will be worshiped by the fools of the empire as a hero, and your feat will be recorded in history forever, you think so, right?"

For the insults of the veteran, Erebus behaved lightly, like a master who saw through the mortal.

"Then I'm honored to tell you that you'll get the punishment you deserve, but only after I've cleaned up here."

But this is just a façade, and the chief pastor is by no means open-minded.

After wiping the thick phlegm of the veteran slightly, Erebus recited the evil spell in his mouth, and forcibly pulled the soul of the astral army in front of him out of his body with a strange power from subspace.

This process is extremely painful for the target caster.

Even the brave and fearless veterans of a hundred battles couldn't help but let out a scream and a scream because of this.

"This war of the Empire will fail, the people you want to protect will turn against you, you will not become a hero, no one will know what you have done, the fools of the Empire will not know, the puppet emperor will not know, because everything is meaningless. All you end up with for yourself is endless torment after death, and I will enjoy it for years to come. ”

Erebus looked at the poor soul struggling in front of him, and his heart was full of the pleasure of revenge.

Although the Astral Army cursed the hand of fate with the most vicious words, claiming that they would never give in, that didn't stop what happened next.

He was imprisoned by dark sorcery in the tome that the Chief Priest carried with him, a prison of misery from which there was no escape.

Prior to this, there had been countless souls in the book who had been tortured to madness by Erebas.

The veteran will be next.

It's just that the chief pastor has something to do right now, and he's going to have to wait a little longer.

Sometimes, the waiting time is even more painful than the torture process.

"My lord, by searching the memories of these Puppet Emperor lackeys, we have learned that a group of abominable intelligences have invaded this Imperial warship, and they are chasing their targets everywhere."

As Erebus battled the Astral Army veterans, the Whisperer Priest on the side reported the news to him.

They often deal with Chaos and possess a high level of demonic knowledge, but the Whisperers know very little about the Star Gods.

"I can feel the coldness, soulless, inferior and pathetic, even though they claim that what they worship is the true gods, but the star gods are torn apart by their own creation, can you imagine such gods?" "They don't even have lives, they're just a bunch of self-walking tools, worthless, even a small reptile is more meaningful than them." ”

The Bearers serve the gods and the powers that shake the galaxy.

The power of the Star Gods is great, but they have fallen to the dust in the backstab initiated by the space necromancers.

And those who have fallen into the dust are not qualified to be named gods.

A group of unqualified fellows, relying on their seniority and a little bit of strength, insist on calling themselves gods, and recruit a group of believers to serve them—this is a grave blasphemy, a great affront to the authority of the true God, and the speakers have nothing but infinite contempt and contempt for them.

"But will they disrupt our plans?" "What if the target doesn't hold up in the end, and falls into the hands of those iron lumps before we can find him?" ”

Obviously, the great merit is ahead, just waiting for them to get it, but a group of peers who are robbing business unexpectedly appeared in front.

Such a development has made the speakers a little nervous.

"No, they won't." Erebus confidently replied, "The dark gods have already arranged the end, and we are only agents of their supreme will, as long as we follow the thread of fate, nothing will go wrong." ”

The Chief Pastor has done such a great feat many times and has plenty of experience, and this one will certainly be no exception.

"So praise the dark gods, what should we do next?"

The Whisperers set their sights on Erebas, eager for the great hand of fate to give them further instructions.

They each clenched their weapons and were ready to let them taste the blood.

Due to the dismantling of the hometown of Galmenex by the Greenskin-Golden-Bearded Pirates, this group of speakers is also holding back their anger and urgently needs to vent.

"Let's attack and clean up all the other forces on this ship." Seeing this, Erebus smiled and said, "The servants of the Puppet Emperor are not our opponents, and neither are the servants of the False Gods, but given that the target is being pursued by the Servants of the False Gods at this time, we must attack the group of spoilers first. ”

It doesn't matter when the prey is slaughtered, the stupid competitor must be killed first.

More precisely, the servants of the false gods are not qualified to be competitors to the Speaker, and at best they are a pack of opportunists, like jackals stealing meat from the territory of lions.

These guys just think they have a chance and are powerless to try, and when the real protagonist comes into play, they will find themselves just a stepping stone to the great feats of the Bearer.

The thought of this made Erebus's mood even more cheerful.

How could he not be thrilled that such a fruit was waiting for him to pick?

With the Chief Priest's order, the group of Chaos Mastiffs beside them rushed out first, moving as swift as a red wind.

The hundreds of giant canine creatures distorted by the power of subspace were so excited about the hunt that their bodies quickly sank into the pitch-black passage ahead.

Then, the screams of mortals continued from the front, mixed with panicked shouts and the fierce sound of gunfire.

Soon, however, the sounds began to be drowned out by the hound's roar, and became intermittent and farther and farther away, until at last there was a dead silence.

Another group of loyal Imperial soldiers has died at the hands of the Chaos Demons, and this is only the beginning of their attack.

The Legion of Whisperers and countless terrifying demons followed, marching towards the heart of the Endless Redemption.

The onslaught from Chaos crushed everything in front of them, and terrible corruption spread throughout the battleship along with their actions.

They collide head-on with Imperial forces and mechanical soldiers.

Three opposing forces frantically strangled together, you attack me, I attack him, and fight to the death for their own interests, causing the already very anxious scene to become more and more chaotic.

(End of chapter)