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Leading his temporary salamander legion and the space wolves who had come to join the fun, Vokan fled the star system that held countless stories of war generals.
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Of course, there was some good news amidst the green-skinned beast tide.
Not only did the human empire suffer attacks from the orcs, but the Iron Empire, which was separate from the human empire, also suffered from the Greenskin swarm.
Fortunately, an Imperial Fist Chapter was nearby at the time. Unexpectedly, perhaps because Dorn's disappearance lessened Perturabo's hatred... In any case, the Primarch of the Iron Empire actually extended a helping hand to the Imperial Fist.
Judging from the Imperial Fist's defensive posture in the Iron Empire, these two former enemies have surprisingly developed some unnecessary feelings for each other while jointly resisting the orcish green tide...
After the green tide receded,
This may not eliminate the barriers between the two sides in a broader sense, but being able to communicate and even fight together is already a huge breakthrough for the human empire and the lost Primarchs.
Given the current internal and external troubles, if Plankton were willing to return, it would indeed be a significant boost for them.
As for the next letter... this is an urgent, penetrating interstellar communication from the Holy Blood Angels.
Holy Blood Angel...
Wait, could they actually already know the secret of San Giuliano?
Thinking of this, Kasgar immediately revealed a somewhat embarrassed smile.
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Barr.
Kasgar returns to Holy Terra and arranges for Kaul to be the Great Sage to deploy the Primalforged Chapters to the entire Imperium.
"Original Forging... is indeed a good option. I remember that during the Battle of Baal, this Captain Sherlock contributed a lot... I didn't expect him to be the legendary ancient hero Casgar."
"After receiving a whole batch of replenished battlebands from the other side," Dante said, sitting in the center seat.
In the previous Battle of Baal, the Holy Blood Angels and their minions suffered heavy losses and were severely weakened despite the help of Kasgar.
This new batch of original casting agents, acting as a supplement, will be just right to help the Blood Angels quickly recover to their peak condition.
"But these Holy Blood Angels... are they really Holy Blood Angels?"
After all, the Primal Forged can indeed help the entire legion escape from Black Fury, and the Blood Angels are not against that.
The Blood Angels after the Primitive Forging are still Blood Angels, and we know that these warriors all come from Baal. But what about these Primitive Forging warriors sent by Caul?
If these members of the original Blood Angels subgroup brought by Caul have no symptoms at all, how can they be called Holy Blood Angels?
Who knows if they were actually modified Ultramarines, then painted red on the armor and called it the Blood Angel?
For this reason, many Blood Angels are unwilling to accept these original Forged Warriors.
this......
This isn't authentic!
They were all pre-made Space Marines, none of whom were able to receive the blood ritual from their mothers and demonstrate their love for their mothers in the ritual.
Can these prefabricated Space Marines truly be called Blood Angels?
"Lord Dante, however, one of our former members of the Foundry participated in the human expedition to Ulanor, where he made an incredible discovery... and so there are some things I want to tell you."
"Let him in."
What is that? It's all so mysterious.
--What?
San Gigliano appeared on the battlefield of Ulano?
Well, that means San Giuliano chose them as his offspring... I guess that's a kind of recognition.
Wait, are you saying that Sanguilleno appeared in the center of the battlefield and that he gave off the exact same vibe as Horus?
Oh, and there's Black Fury too.
It's still a controllable situation of dark rage, like Mephisto's.
Dante's furrowed brow behind the mask immediately relaxed.
These are real brothers!
However, it's a bit strange that patients with controllable dark rage seem to always see San Gillenor as Horus, and I don't know why.
Forget it, now is not the time to dwell on this!
"Welcome to the Holy Blood Angels family."
"No, Lord Dante, I meant Holmes—"
"Welcome to the Holy Blood Angels family!!! (Speaks loudly, almost inaudibly)"
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Void, the flagship of the [Emperor's Pride].
"Do not."
When Casca asked, "Are we no longer facing new enemies for the time being?" Mortalian closed his eyes and silently took eight steps forward.
Then, it rotated once in each of the eight directions around it.
No one knows exactly how his calculations were conducted or how he arrived at his final conclusion.
But his numerology is like a prophecy, always able to predict accurate answers.
“Our other god of chaos could no longer sit still.”
Blood began to flow from Mortalian's seven orifices, making him appear as crimson as the entire warp.
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Brass Fortress.
Rivers of blood flowed across this battlefield, where shouts of battle shook the heavens.
Lava spewed from the cracked earth, and battle cries echoed all day long. Vampires and even more low-ranking demons waged an endless struggle in this Khorne Brass Realm.
—Although there has never been a moment of peace on this plain of eternal warfare, they are still much more normal than those in Nurgle Garden.
In particular, Kasgar and his gang actually broke into this place and snatched the Angron that Khorne had guaranteed as his bottom line.
From then on, there was no longer a pity system, and the new banners for Saint Gillespie and Dorne also ended in failure—having gained nothing during the Great Rebellion, he was even found by the Ultramarines roaming freely in the Webpaths—
It is located directly beneath the brass throne.
From then on, Khorne could only sit there, suppressing the Smurfs beneath him, for millennia upon millennia.
But is He truly content with this? As the god of war and bloodshed?
Do not--!
At the cost of the eternal destruction of 8,888 brave and bloodthirsty demon souls.
He rose from His throne.
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War, slaughter.
Ever since humans were still roaming the trees, the awareness of competition and battle has been etched into their genes.
To win over a beautiful member of the opposite sex, to protect one's precious child, to defeat an enemy and demonstrate superiority, or simply out of fear, anger, and hatred—a preemptive strike...
Regardless of whether the other side truly needs to fight.
To plunder, to seize more benefits—these pointless excuses are unnecessary; killing requires no particular reason.
From the very beginning of humankind, the instinct to kill each other was etched into their hearts.
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Disputes can escalate into struggles, and struggles can escalate into wars.
To ensure victory in every battle, to eliminate every opponent and potential rival—people naturally gather together, existing solely to kill many people.
The power of destruction blossoms amidst the struggles between humans.
They need His power... They crave His power.
Only those who can ensure victory in every battle can emerge as the ultimate victor.
Everything else is irrelevant; only those who can ensure their victory every time will have the last laugh.
Victory, victory, only the final victory in the war will bring an end to everything.
Morality, culture, art... these are worthless in the face of war; only final victory can prove everything.
War is the only language that is truly effective in this universe.
Not only do humans define everything through war, but aliens are also masters of absolute violence.
After humanity was separated from this world by the warp, they not only became slaves to technological barbarians, but also to alien slave owners who used violence and bloodshed to force them to offer their skulls.
Only those who offer all their blood and skulls to the great god of war can become victors, generals, kings, and emperors...
Lord of mankind.
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But he rejected this bloody future.
"Arise, all of humanity."
"We will never be just losers, their slaves."
"We will take back everything from those technological warlords! United we will rebuild this miserable, hopeless world!"
He believed that as long as he had enough power, as long as he could restore freedom and power to all those who had suffered because of this, they would join him in defeating every warlord who tried to seize power.
The future will never fall into the hands of destroyers who believe in absolute violence.
Humanity will break free from the tragic fate of being suppressed by aliens since the Dark Ages of technology, and once again truly take control of its own destiny.
Let the enslaved people be replaced by a true fighting spirit, and let humanity believe that, besides becoming, they have another possible option that has been forgotten for countless years.
To stand tall in this world of war and slaughter, as a true human being!
Leading countless like-minded companions, he began to lead the people of the world in their struggle against the slave owners of Chaonda.
His raging fire will ignite the slaves' anger, causing the numb to rise again and fight against the warlords and slave owners.
But as he realized, in this dark and desperate world, only war endures.
But he still firmly believes that he can make everyone control their own destiny.
The raging fire will ignite the soul of every victim.
With their power, everything will go as he hoped...
He will definitely win.
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The title is "The Pride of the Emperor".
“Abnormal fluctuations are emanating from the depths of the warp, and our fleet has been blocked by this strange storm.”
The journey through the subspace continues, but the world that was once rendered has now turned completely blood red.
"Khorne...has He decided to make a final stand?"
The Casca fleet was already soaked in this overwhelming crimson, like a raging sea of blood.
This bizarre sea of blood is even more terrifying than a space storm.
It not only obscures the starlight in the eyes of navigators, but also corrupts the spirit and mind of navigators and star talkers.
If one stares at this sea of blood for too long, even one's spirit will be assimilated, becoming irritable and easily angered, yearning to resolve everything around them through battle.
Moreover, the limited amount of star language that reached his ears was filled with frenzied, bloodthirsty roars—
The whole world seemed to be shrouded in this insatiable thirst for blood.
“This kind of phenomenon is not the work of a bloodthirsty madman or a demon prince... If our speculation is correct, the owner of this blood mist is very likely the Chaos God himself.”