Chapter 23 Khorne Slashes! (Please Read On)
"Huff--inhale!"
Sanguinius panted heavily, veins popping out on his forehead.
A sweet smell of blood filled his nose, and some instinct bound in his genes was reviving.
Sinking--
Her body was calling softly.
It was longing for her to sink into this innate gift.
"No!"
Sanguinius said loudly.
She stepped back step by step, her head hurting as if it had exploded.
The vision was blurred, the world was spinning, and the roar that seemed to have come from eternity rolled in her eardrums. Her consciousness was destroyed, and every superhuman perception was filled with brutal force.
"No!" She gritted her teeth and spoke again in a roaring voice, "I refuse such a gift!"
The raging anger.
It allowed her to recover a little bit of reason from the chaos.
It was like being in the dark and gloomy deep sea, with lightning and thunder, and storms, and you could only drive a leaky boat.
But even so.
Sanguinius still refused to give up.
Just like the people of the pure-blood tribe walked to the end of the desert and saw a desperate venom swamp.
Sanguinius knew that she was in a desperate situation because of recklessness or other irresistible forces.
But she would never choose to give up, she would use her greatest power to deny fate.
The huge axe was also brought back to the temple.
It was held in Sanguinius's hand at this time.
This bloody weapon was burning and hot, and the angel's palm was burned with huge blisters.
The blisters exploded again in the high temperature, and transparent tissue fluid mixed with blood flowed down the long handle, making a hissing sound.
Although it was painful, the scorching blade still made the angel feel at ease.
She looked around.
She found herself in a huge palace.
The palace was vast, and the brass floor was stained red with blood.
There were fights everywhere, demons, mortals, mutants, and many races that even Sanguinius could not recognize.
They reveled in the joy brought by the spilling of blood.
They used all their abilities.
Just to get a glimpse of the ancient god on the brass throne.
But——
They were doomed to fail.
Because the god in charge of war and destruction on the throne had already set all his eyes on the angels.
The four ancient gods of the warp, the emperor of mankind.
A deal was made.
The seeds have been planted, and time has allowed them to sprout.
And now——
The fruit on the branch is green, but it is the most joyful appearance of the Skull Throne.
He no longer has the patience to wait.
He wants to break the agreement.
Pick this fruit in advance and hold it in his arms.
For eternity.
But——
He is not the only powerful person sitting at the card table.
When a huge blood-red hand like a canopy fell from the sky, setting off millions of scarlet lightnings of destruction.
The warp was surging.
Three equally great powers emerged in the shadows.
Yellow pus flowed, Nurglings sang, and yellow-green branches spread and grew. Half of it was full of vitality, blooming flowers in flesh and blood; while the other half withered and withered, entangled with corrupt ashes.
Crystal-like birds fluttered their wings, bringing messengers with infinite changes, shining light sprinkled, muscles mutated and expanded, and tens of thousands of eyes clustered on sticky tentacles.
Purple mist was lingering, like a corrupt flower that was sweet to the point of disgusting. The perfect and enchanting snake-like body crawled in the blood-colored hall, sometimes tense and sometimes relaxed.
The figure on the brass throne roared.
The authority He controls is closest to the essence of the warp, and He should be the strongest among the four gods.
And this palace is His domain, and no outsiders are allowed to invade.
Roar!
In the roar of the creation of the world.
Blood-red thunder fell like raindrops, clusters of stars collapsed and disintegrated, 88,888 huge volcanoes rumbled and erupted, and thick blood mist gushed out.
The yellow-green branches were burned to ashes by the blood-red flames.
The purple crystal bird was defeated by thunder.
The monster crawling like a snake was cut off by a huge blade, and the figure on the throne won the final victory.
The blood-red giant palm with scales and armor fell from the sky, piercing the rolling black mist, carrying the power of destruction.
Unresistable, unavoidable, and undefeatable!
Only surrender!
"I will never fall!"
A group of blood-red lines twisted and exploded in the whites of the eyes.
The angel roared!
She clenched the sharp blade in her hand and slashed at the bloody sky.
Boom!
A loud noise came out of nowhere.
The vast and boundless arena fell silent in an instant.
All the Khorne demon army, bloodthirsty believers, and bloodletting demons were shocked by the anger displayed by the angel at this moment.
After fighting on the battlefield for several eternities, they fell into a moment of peace.
The bloodthirsty demon Kabanha knelt on the ground.
He was chained in a corner as a punishment for failure.
He held his head with his thick arms, and his bright yellow vertical pupils like dragons trembled endlessly.
The axe of the ancient god that had killed countless enemies for him was now held in the angel's hand, bursting with unprecedented brilliance.
His mood was extremely strange and indescribable.
"Hahaha!"
With a chuckle, the golden and black angels appeared behind Sanguinius at the same time.
The black flames burned endlessly, as if they would burn all the concepts in this world into nothingness.
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"Only we can save you." The voice of the guardian angel was full of mercy.
He flapped his wings forward, and then turned into a rain of light and dispersed.
The passage of time was frozen.
The bloody giant hand was suspended in the air, about two or three kilometers away from Sanguinius, and she could clearly see the mottled blood stains on it.
"Only we can destroy your enemies." The angel of destruction embraced Sanguinius from behind.
At the moment his body collapsed, his power was completely released.
Flames hotter than a million suns exploding at the same time rushed up from the sharp blade, countless demons were evaporated in the howling, and even their existence itself was completely destroyed.
The bloody temple trembled violently, and broken tiles and skulls mixed with melted brass fell and collapsed.
Like a huge red waterfall falling from the sky, splashing waves of hot and pungent smoke.
The flames collided with the big hands of the bloody throne.
The ancient armor was torn apart, and the pain that had never been experienced appeared in the will of God.
Blood!
Dazzling blood!
The blood from the destructive power of the warp!
From the melted armor and torn flesh, it condensed, flowed, and dripped--
Crack!
Everything in front of him was shattered like a mirror.
A roar full of pleasure and surprise exploded in his ears, as if a heavy hammer hit him, almost making Sanguinius faint.
Bang!
She half-knelt on the ground, panting violently, and blood dripped.
"Angel!"
The door was pushed open, and the anxious faces of the warriors appeared in Sanguinius's blurred eyes, "The enemy has been cleared by us, you are injured--"