Chapter 132 132, For the Warmaster’s Vision!

Father Rain Rotigus brought hundreds of millions of demons to surge in. This was a shameful invasion, in this place, on this land full of imperial flags.

Saint Efilar shook her dozens of meters long flaming wings, and the huge Eagle of Destiny was held high in the sky by her. Every loyal warrior bathed in the golden light had an extremely firm belief in their hearts. Where the imperial flag was flying, everything would be firmly grasped in their hands.

The loyal warriors guarded the imperial garden. Facing the hideous and ugly demon army, they never retreated.

For the empire, for the Lord of Destruction, and for themselves, every warrior tried his best to guard every inch of honor they had won here.

The densely packed warships in the sky were still shooting various destructive beams, and the flames were burning more and more in this ancient garden.

The battle had just started and it had entered a white-hot state. Both sides were fighting desperately, intending to completely destroy each other.

On the front line of the war, a plague lord as big as a hill was detonated by the flames of guns and cannons, and it exploded like a huge methane tank. A shower of broken limbs, broken flesh and foul-smelling blood fell on the battlefield.

Amid the gunfire and artillery fire, the shouts of the Nurgle demon army became more and more violent. Even the optimistic and cheerful Great Unclean Ones were angry that they could not stop the atrocities of the Imperial Legion.

The demons received continuous blessings in the garden, but the Imperial Legion was also invincible in the golden light of the Fate Eagle Banner.

Even the demons could not stop the Imperial Legion.

The domain of the Plague God is infinitely vast in concept, just as the expansion of decay has no end.

Therefore, no matter how the Imperial Legion advances, they cannot really reach the core of the Nurgle domain before opening up a special channel.

But these are all irrelevant, and they have nowhere to go.

The purpose of this war has always been only one, just as their master said at the beginning,

"Destruction! Destroy everything here!"

As time goes by, every step forward of the loyalist warriors is to wash away the shame of the human empire for thousands of years.

"Forward! Forward! Forward!"

Doom roared loudly. Even if the Primarch was not here, he could still lead the Doom Soldier to move forward.

They are constantly moving forward, no matter how terrifying the obstacles are. They stepped into the forest of the garden, and the souls imprisoned in the rotten giant trees were crying. They were all innocent people imprisoned by the plague, and their souls should have suffered eternal torture in the pain.

But at this moment, the Doom Soldier stepped into the forest, and they ruthlessly cut down the giant trees. In the wailing of the forest, these miserable souls, who had long been inseparable from the giant trees, were now destroyed with the forest and enjoyed eternal rest.

The forest floor was not covered with ordinary weeds, but fleshy plants with barbs like tongues. Through these barbs, they could easily inject the vicious plague into the bodies of intruders.

But now they were either uprooted or crushed into pulp by steel boots. The red flames from the double-barreled shotguns destroyed their unclean souls together, becoming the pure original source and returning to the eternal end.

No matter how twisted and rotten these abominations were, the Doom Soldier destroyed them all in a rigid manner like a cold and ruthless machine. They acted carefully to ensure that nothing was missed within their field of vision.

The green plants and flesh branches in the garden were all crushed by them, clearing a safe path for the subsequent comrades.

"For the Emperor! For the Warmaster! In the name of Sanguinius!"

Several blood-red dreadnoughts shouted on the battlefield through intercoms. Even though there was not much ups and downs in their voices, all the soldiers around them could feel their crazy and bloodthirsty fighting spirit.

They are veterans of thousands of battles, noble men who lie in coffins fighting for humanity, and the true holy objects of the Blood Angels.

"Brother, that is not the Warmaster. The Warmaster betrayed the Empire thousands of years ago." After hearing the battle cry of the dreadnoughts, Dante, the current commander-in-chief of the Blood Angels, said helplessly.

With his personality, he was originally reluctant to put these dreadnoughts into this war, but helplessly, when these veterans heard the news of this war, they took the initiative to ask for battle and even put pressure on him as the head of the chapter.

Although Dante has lived for a long time, he is just a junior in front of these veterans of thousands of battles. Faced with the stubborn requests of the veterans, he can only choose to obey.

"Brother, that is the Primarch of the Second Legion, His Highness Dukel, who has recently revived. He is the one who saved our Holy Father. It is reasonable that we should not call each other by the wrong name." Dante explained to the veteran soldier in the Fearless. Facing his ancestor, he had enough patience in his tone, but the veteran soldier in the Fearless sneered at this and taught him mercilessly, "What do you know, little brat? The Lord of the Second Legion is the Warmaster. Horus, who betrayed the Empire, was just a latecomer. He did not inherit the will of his predecessors, which led to the decline of the Empire today!" The veteran's tone was filled with memories,

"In the early days of the Great Crusade, we followed the footsteps of the Warmaster. The war at that time was just like now. The Warmaster led us to those unfamiliar battlefields and planted the flag of the Empire in those places where we first arrived."

"That was the most pioneering era of the Empire. We expanded our territory in the galaxy. That was the best era. The territory of the Empire was like the hope in our hearts, increasing day by day. It was countless times better than now. Although this beauty only lasted for a few decades, this short memory will be unforgettable for my whole life. This beautiful situation lasted until eh? How long did it last? How could I forget it?"

After hearing the words of the veteran of ten thousand battles, Dante was silent.

He was born in the era when the human empire was declining, so his imagination could not imagine the beautiful picture painted by the veteran, let alone empathize with him.

Dante did not believe what the other party said. After all, these veterans had been in fearlessness for too long, their memories had long been confused, and they relied entirely on their unyielding will to drive their broken bodies. Their words were unreliable.

But he did not refute the other party's words. After all, it is not wise to refute an elder at any time. So he had to change the subject and said, "Brother, you should not participate in this war. This is the domain of the evil god. Once caught, our souls will become like those poor people and suffer eternal torture. You have paid too much for the empire. Noble souls should not take this risk." Dante's tone was solemn. After fighting all the way, everyone knew what would happen if they died in the Garden of Nurgle. Unless the power of the God Emperor can break the domain of the God of Plague, their souls will never be able to return to the throne and suffer eternal torture in this garden. No matter how blindly they believe, they don't think the power of the Emperor can break through here. Every loyal warrior fighting here has the belief of dedicating his soul. For this supreme achievement, even if they die here, they all choose to accept their fate calmly. Even if their souls are destined to not return to the throne, they are willing to offer their souls and be loyal to the empire. "We are fearless!"

After hearing Dante's words, the Dreadnought not only did not retreat, but roared angrily.

As if humiliated, the veteran soldier never feared any sacrifice.

"The Emperor's will is the direction of our blades, and the Warmaster's vision is the future we devote our loyalty to! In the name of my father Sanguinius, we must live up to the holy blood in our bodies!"

The Dreadnought raised his mechanical arm high, as if stimulated, the six-barrel revolver on his mechanical arm spewed flames, and the micro-missile launcher behind him flew out missiles.

"For the flag of the Empire to be planted in every world, for the Warmaster's beautiful vision to be realized!"

The hope of the race has never been a gift from fate, but a trophy won by countless people after fighting for it.

"Emperor, Warmaster, Holy Father. Every great being has seen the endless darkness in the galaxy, but they still choose to face it!"

Dante looked at this scene in shock. He didn't understand why his ancestors suddenly fell into a state of madness.

But surprisingly, he did not stop it, but just stared at the scene.

In a trance, he felt like he had been taught a lesson, and what he learned was heavy, with a sense of weight pressing on his heart, making him breathless.

Until he saw the Dreadnought Mech raise its mechanical arm and shout, the veteran seemed to have exhausted the strength of every cell in his body, shouting hoarsely,

"I will eventually go to hell! But before we seize hope, I will never surrender!!!"

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In the rich garden ignited by the flames of war, the human army and the Nurgle demon army fought each other frantically.

In a higher dimension, Dukel was also fighting. At this moment, he and the Rain Father Rotigus were fighting in a form that mortals could not understand.

Their battle was coming to an end.

In the aftermath of their battle, countless demons in the rotten and smelly garden scrambled to flee.

No matter how powerful these demons were in the previous war, they now screamed and hid desperately.

The red flames that ignited the sky and the unclean and poisonous miasma consumed each other and emitted thick black smoke.

"I didn't expect that you could hurt me. This is the garden of the God of Plague." Rotigus whispered, his voice was very light, but still like thunder. Its body exceeded the top of the mountains, and on its majestic body, two huge wounds like rifts were torn.

"When the Eagle flag was planted here, it was no longer." Dukel's body covered with flames was also majestic, enough to accommodate millions of huge eyeballs opening and closing on his body.

"Demon, compared to the evil you have done, what I am asking for now is just a trivial interest. From now on, I will continue to pursue it until the day of reckoning comes completely!"

Dukel's anger became more and more intense, and his offensive became more and more fierce, constantly defeating Rotigus's power.

Even though he was in the domain of Nurgle, even though he was the second favorite of his father, he retreated again and again at this moment.

Its flesh was torn apart, its intestines were pulled out, and the strength it was so proud of was futile in the face of the opponent's godly bravery.

"Why do you think you can defeat my Lord? By the doomed end of the rotten human empire, or the mummy on the throne?"

Rotigus' voice echoed in the garden, and countless rotten plants resonated with it.

The sky was wriggling like a large intestine, pouring down unclean rainstorms, and the storm of plague became more and more violent.

"Put away your contempt, disgusting thing. Listen humbly to the painful voice you once gave to those innocent people. Because you will fall into a more miserable situation than them, and you will enter eternal extinction!"

Duke's eyes burst into flames, and all the single-unit enhancement technologies in his body were running at maximum power.

Biomagnetic field·200,000 horsepower, fourth-level spiritual practice, spiritual matrix

The power in the heart network was frantically drawn by him. At this moment, he was like a god.

The boundless domain of the God of Plague was pried open at this moment, shaking the god with the body of a demigod!

Countless wheels of flames overlapped and flew, red flames swept through the sky, and the raging fire storm spread outward to the end of the sight.

At this moment, Dukel used his own power to fundamentally change the composition of the garden. Although this was only a trivial part of the garden, this scene still frightened countless demons.

The visible shock wave destroyed everything centered on him, but accurately avoided every imperial soldier.

"Go to hell! Dirty bastard!" Dukel roared.

The original power of the Supreme Heaven poured into his body like water from the nine heavens. His power stretched to the extreme at this moment. All the unclean things in the garden that were affected were being decomposed into the most basic original source.

"Grandfather, I'm sorry!"

Facing this blow, Father Rain Rotigus cried miserably, and then his body continued to fall until he fell into the plague swamp in the garden and disappeared completely.

He, Rotigus, the Rain Father, the god of life and harvest worshipped by all living beings in the mortal world - when faced with the attack of the Primarch, he actually fled shamefully.

The madness of this human frightened him. At this moment, he felt that his eternal life was threatened, and he was surrounded by eternal death and nothingness.

He would completely disappear in the universe, and even the power of the loving father could not save him.

At this moment, he admitted his incompetence and failure, apologized to the loving father, and disappeared without a trace.

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On the other side, in an eternally spacious house, the Plague Father Kugath was stirring the cauldron in front of him.

Suddenly, he looked up and saw clouds gathering above his head, with sick lightning swirling in it.

"It's going to rain." Kugath said painfully.

He didn't like rain because it would remind him of his opponent Rotigus.

"Damn the noise," he muttered, "now the rain will dilute my soup! Oh, annoying, annoying!"

Suddenly, his eyeballs rolled out of their loose sockets and fell into his cauldron with a "plop".

Kugas quickly reached into the pot, looking for his eyes.

The cauldron was full of soup, and the soup inside was bright green. Its light illuminated Kugashi's rotting face.

The dark clouds in the sky gathered thicker and thicker, and a rainstorm was about to come, and sick lightning flashed.

"My eyes, where are you?" Kugashi muttered to himself, "I can't see, I need my eyes, I must... Hey, what is this?"

His hand deep in the soup pot grabbed something hard, and something was spinning underneath. Kugashi tried to pull hard, but it didn't move.

"What is this?" Kugath roared, he roared, "What is this?!"

"There is something else in my broth! There is something else in my cauldron! Get out, get out, foreign element!"

Kugath pulled, but the thing remained motionless. He yanked harder, and then it finally moved. So hard that it pushed the Plaguefather to the ground.

The thing rose, emerging from the broth, first an antler, followed by a filthy hood, then evil eyes, a pus-filled hand slapping the cauldron's edge, and then shoulders emerged.

"Rainfather Rotigus, second of Nurgle's favored ones," Kugath snorted after seeing the thing.

Rotigus rose from the broth, splashing the precious liquid over the rim in gloomy waves.

"No, no, stop!" Kugath shouted. He hurriedly stood up, but was tripped by his sagging belly. His claws tore his internal organs and scratched his skin, but he was so angry at the moment that he didn't notice it.

"You" Kugashi was about to scold him, but he seemed to have seen some incredible scene and stammered, "You, what's wrong with you? God, Rotigus, you are like a ball of beaten and eroded rotten meat. Who beat you like this?!"

"Brother, stop talking. This is terrible. You can't imagine what I have experienced." Rotigus sat in the thick soup with injuries all over his body, and spoke in a muffled voice.

As he spoke, his smelly and loose teeth fell out of his mouth and fell into Kugashi's thick soup.