Chapter 193 38, I Took over the Responsibility of the War Commander (End of This Volume)

The extremely angry roar of the Blood God echoed in the ocean of souls, and every dark existence under the long night trembled in this anger.

The damage to the Khorne domain even exceeded the scorch marks of the Plague Garden.

The Kingdom of the God of War is now completely fallen into the flames of war.

As all great beings expected, the Chaos Gods will never really cooperate.

Even if they unite in a short period of time, when they have achieved their goals or noticed that the other party has a slack flaw, they will betray each other without hesitation and will not feel ashamed at all.

This is the eternal great game of the gods. Until the real winner takes everything, the struggle in this universe will never stop.

It is better to expect the dark gods to abide by the spirit of the covenant than to expect the Emperor to be a good person.

What? The Emperor is a good person? That is only from the perspective of humans. From the perspective of all beings in the universe, the Emperor who destroys the stars is no different from the dark evil god.

It's like standing from the perspective of a Slaanesh believer, and even looking at Slaanesh will feel that its charm is still there.

In this universe where there is only war, the illusory good and evil are the most abstract concepts, and only the eternal disorder and chaotic war are the real themes.

In the deep dimension of the Supreme Heaven, the creatures of all realms cry endlessly. In this great game, the five supreme beings continue to reveal their cards.

The infinite power carried by the reversal of each card is enough to destroy the stars and frighten all the spirits.

With the domain of the Blood God as the card table, the Emperor, Nurgle, Khorne, Slaanesh, and Tzeentch, they all show their best, and all the games are played only to achieve their ultimate goal.

They have no clear camps. While destroying the domain of the Blood God, they are also fighting each other.

Maybe they are fighting together for the same purpose in the previous second, and stab each other in the back in the next second.

As the initiator of this game, the Emperor is like a fish in water. In the competition with the gods, he has never fallen into the slightest disadvantage.

The loyal spirits burning with flames revived in His heaven, and fought and killed in His name.

Khorne's heaven suffered heavy losses, and several times, even His Brass Castle was almost breached.

After being severely damaged, the other three dark powers briefly united, wanting to completely dismember the power of the Blood God as they had dismembered Tzeentch.

But at this time, the Emperor's sword pointed at the coalition of the three gods, guarding the Brass Castle under the golden light.

In the disruption of the Lord of Mankind, the Dark Gods not only did not get the treasures they wanted, but became more and more chaotic, and completely developed into a chaotic battle between ancient gods.

Only the five of them were qualified to participate in this kind of chaos on the largest scale in the universe.

Pairs of evil pupils stared at each other closely, and if any party was distracted, it would inevitably bring about a fatal blow that would never be recovered.

Now the gods and the Emperor's army are in the Shura field of the Blood God.

The heroes of the Cursed Legion always maintain a necessary balance. If the offensive of other dark powers weakens, they will strengthen. If the offensive of dark powers strengthens, they will hold on.

The entire battlefield remains in a state of balance.

In such a tug-of-war, the energy of the gods is involved, and the Blood God's Kingdom roars under the heavy burden.

In the material realm, on the battlefield of Terra.

With the retreat of the Blood God's will, Angron's entity in the material realm completely collapsed.

For the exit of this tragic brother, Duker's heart was not disturbed.

Angron, who lost the Butcher's Nail, can hardly pose any threat to the empire.

The one who should really be troubled by this demon prince is the Blood God.

Duker tightly grasped the Eagle Banner of Destiny, and held a burning sword in the other hand. His feet stepped on this battlefield of blood and fire, leaving solid footprints with every step.

He looked around at the demons and cultists abandoned by the Blood God in the material realm. His majestic figure stood proudly in the world, and he issued a final ultimatum to the minions of the gods.

"I order here in the name of the Supreme Warmaster, warriors, take up your weapons, fight bloody battles, protect our people, and drive these abominable evil spirits out of our homeland! We must win, for the Emperor, for him and our empire!"

Duke's voice was loud, firm and powerful. Under the radiation of the power of the mind, even the deaf and blind could still listen to his will and witness his greatness.

The towering courage and millions of artillery resounded together, so that every soldier holding a weapon knew who they were fighting for.

For courage, for protection,

"Fight for our Warmaster, for the Primarch and the Emperor, for our home!"

Waldo, the commander of the Imperial Guards standing on the tower of the Lion's Gate, roared at the first time.

Thousands of imperial guards formed a golden torrent, launching an unstoppable charge against the army of demons and cultists. It had been a long time since anyone had seen these divine weapons forged by the Emperor himself. These demigod heroes in the eyes of mortals, how powerful they were when they gathered together.

Thousands of halberds burst out the light of the force field, and the golden armor was covered with the blood of the enemy. These personal guards of the Emperor showed their bravery to the thousands of stars without reservation.

With their peak martial arts, they easily slaughtered demons and thugs.

The lion who returned to the battlefield, Sanguinius with blood-stained wings, and many great heroes who were loyal to the Empire and the Primarch, also burst out their unyielding roars on this human home planet.

They were invincible. In front of the high-spirited Imperial troops, the demons were so weak that they were easily crushed like ants.

The disgusting limbs turned into ashes in the anger of humans, and the broken flesh and blood piled into rotten mud.

The light of the Carlos Fate Eagle Battle Flag sprinkled on every warrior.

This light strengthened the loyal soldiers and constantly weakened the demons.

The Blood God was shrinking his power, and the scarlet sky was being replaced by thick golden light.

The demons were no longer as rampant as before, and were efficiently slaughtered by many Imperial heroes.

In the outer orbit of Terra, the Regent's Indomitable Fleet, combined with the power of the Imperial Fist, was also ruthlessly destroying the Khorne fleet.

The broken wreckage of the giant ship passed through the atmosphere on the surface of the planet.

An epic battlefield, a thick golden sky, fire meteors that kept falling from the dome like millions of meteors, and heroes fighting bloody battles.

The power of human beings coming together is so great that for ordinary people, this is an absolute miracle.

The planetary dignitaries who came from all over the galaxy to watch the ceremony originally intended to visit the celebration of the Supreme Warmaster, but unfortunately encountered the invasion of the Khorne Demon Army.

But they were lucky because they witnessed the greatness of the human race on this sacred planet.

Some of them had their gorgeous robes soaked in blood. Although they had more or less scars on their bodies, at this moment, they completely ignored their own injuries and knelt on the sacred land of Terra and cried loudly, and they were so excited that they could witness such a scene.

Even if they died, they died with hope.

Everyone had a premonition that after this war, all the sufferings suffered by mankind in the dark age for thousands of years would become an inconspicuous mark on the history of the empire's heyday.

In the area protected by the priests of the State Religion, the loyal people knelt on all fours, thanked the might of the God-Emperor, sang praises to the saints and the great Primarch, and shouted "Long live the Warmaster".

Their emotions of praying to the God-Emperor and their fanatical and irrational faith did not implicate the Emperor himself this time, but merged into the black and gold star in the High Heaven.

The fanatical and irrational faith of mankind has become the nourishment of the ultimate weapon of the Void Realm. He burst out with a more foul darkness and a hotter flame, destroying everything he encountered in the High Heaven.

And those priests of the State Religion, the fanatics who came out of the Void Realm, have added bricks and tiles to this power.

Tens of billions of priests went crazy to the extreme in the battle with the demons. Many of them died on the battlefield, but revived in the Void Realm.

Finally, at the time of the destruction of the demons, they returned to the battlefield singing hymns.

This is the power of the Void Realm. The mortals who entered the Void Realm are now extraordinary energy creatures.

They are immortal, and the legions they form are increasing rapidly every day.

Under the destruction of the black star, the Chaos demons are decreasing day by day.

This is the most crazy and hopeful technology built by Duker.

The pride of the expeditionary corps, the Doom Soldier and the Sisters of the Heart, under their siege, even the top God-honored Demons can only fall one after another unwillingly.

The Demons waved their weapons in vain, trying to respond viciously to the siege of the Doom Soldier and the Sisters of the Heart.

However, facing the overwhelming force, they can't do anything at all.

When the war in Terra's atmospheric orbit ended, Guilliman's Indomitable Fleet, Imperial Fists, Solar Guard and other powerful legions returned to the ground battlefield.

Any existence that tried to push the empire to destruction paid a painful price.

Tens of thousands of mortal legions carrying heavy firepower filled the vacant defense line on the ground battlefield and advanced to the periphery of the Lion's Gate.

Eighty-eight terrifying demon armies, countless cultists lured by Chaos, once they were invincible, but now they can only roar helplessly, crushed into broken meat in front of the steel torrent.

Fortifications on Terra were regained.

Altars were overturned, blood rituals were trampled by warriors, and the thugs had nowhere to escape.

Even if they were hiding underground in Terra, the Dark Angels, who were already familiar with all the conditions underground, would find them accurately and accurately, and drag them out one by one to be shot in the name of loyalty.

They thought that the strongholds that could not be found were already locked by the eyes of the lion.

On the other side.

The celebration of the Warmaster was not postponed due to the war, but was held as scheduled.

This was Duker's order.

Countless Terra bureaucrats were busy because of this order, showing unprecedented efficiency;

The priests of the Mechanicus were preparing their carefully prepared gifts.

It was the most powerful armor known to mankind.

It is not a relic of the ancient times, but a divine artifact that symbolizes the new era.

This will be exclusive to the Warmaster. Dukel will hold an armor-granting ceremony under the watchful eyes of the public. The Supreme Warmaster will wear the new heavy armor and open up a new destiny for the empire.

Therefore, at such an important moment, the Mechanicus dare not make any mistakes.

The new Martian Forge General Gris personally adjusted the parameters of this power armor.

Looking at this newly built artifact, even the long-time chief caster couldn't help but exclaim in amazement during the debugging process.

This is a heavy armor made of black, gold, and red colors. The breastplate, shoulder armor, elbows, etc. are inlaid with huge and ferocious scarlet pupils.

The vertical pupils are like the eyes of an evil dragon, and the pressure they carry is enough to match the majesty of a god on earth.

These huge pupils are not just decorations used to intimidate the enemy. The moment they look into the eyes, a dragon's roar will vaguely emerge.

If the owner of the armor releases its power, the power condensed in the vertical pupils alone will be enough to destroy the stars.

The will of the void dragon roared unwillingly in this armor.

It has not yet been tamed, but at this moment the pride of this ancient god in the material realm is like a mischievous horse, waiting for the best rider to tame it.

Gris admired the greatness of this armor while rigorously comparing various parameters. Although he had personally tested it many times before, he could not be too cautious when thinking of presenting it to that great being. .

The breastplate was hoisted with great difficulty by a giant crane. After Gris' mechanical transformation, his body of more than two meters was actually so small when facing this breastplate.

Duker named this heavy armor "Dragon Armor".

There is no need for too many boring names. The word "dragon" can best describe the origin and power of this armor——

Duker sat on the throne on the high platform, waiting for the celebration to begin.

Several aircraft landed at the same time, and the tall figures of his brothers walked out of the opened hatches one after another.

"Dulquer, maybe we should postpone the celebration." Guilliman looked around. Even though the palace area behind the Lion's Gate had not yet been destroyed, standing on this high platform, the tragedy of the battlefield on Terra could be seen clearly.

Seeing the blood and war everywhere, the regent's expression was a little heavy, "Brother, Terra is in a mess now. Taking over the heavy responsibility of War Commander in such a scene is not enough to show your glory."

After hearing this, the Lion King and the Archangel also nodded slightly.

In the opinion of everyone in the empire, the celebration of the Supreme Warmaster should be held in the most sacred and solemn scene, with flowers and cheers everywhere, endless glory and praise, all of which should belong to the Warmaster.

Duker shook his head slightly, "Isn't this great? A great victory, in the blood of the blasphemer."

"Brothers, you know me. I've had enough red tape. What's more, nothing is more glorious than a big victory." He continued,

"I think the celebration at this moment is just the right time."

While they were talking, hundreds of nuns formed several teams and worked together to place huge heads on the pillars around the high platform.

These are the heads of gods and demons captured in the war.

Each head is as huge as a Titan's head.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness." Efilar came over at this time, "On the battlefield, we only captured twenty-two relatively intact heads of the big demon."

"It doesn't matter." Duker waved his hand.

He then looked at the several Primarchs,

"My brothers, look at those boulder-like heads. How would I have collected these perfect celebrations at other times?"

The original bodies did not speak. They silently stared at the ferocious heads. The dead faces of the gods and demons still showed the tragic state of their lives.

After seeing the heads of these great demons, the original bodies actually had a hint of envy in their eyes.

When the envious look disappeared, the lion took the lead and said,

"Brother, congratulations. No gift can be more glorious than these."

Guilliman and Sanguinius also withdrew their reluctant gazes and expressed heartfelt congratulations to Dukel.

They sit on their own throne.

As time goes by.

Under the high platform, countless dignitaries and warriors gathered here.

The sacred square was bustling with activity.

Countless senior clergymen of the state religion walked among the crowd, composing sacred verses and beautiful chapters, and spared no effort to sing songs in praise of Dukel.

The Battle Sisters were stationed at the commanding heights with bolt guns in hand. The loyal girls looked at everything in the square with vigilant eyes and defended their common master.

Terra's top bureaucrats, the real big shots in the empire, knelt humbly under the throne of the original body at this moment, lowering their proud heads.

The priests of the Mechanicum were busy preparing for the celebration, and even the foundry general of Mars was personally inspecting the great armor.

The great human gods sat on their thrones, talking to each other in harmony.

All the founding Space Marine Legions sent their representatives to offer their gifts and loyalty to the Primarch who would take over as Warmaster.

Some nobles with keen political sense who came from all over the galaxy looked horrified at this moment.

The situation in front of him all showed that the war commander who had just returned had received the support of all the forces.

After thousands of years of darkness, all the forces of the empire were once again twisted into one, and they were united again for the first time in thousands of years.

They were shocked to realize that today, the Emperor has not yet stepped down from the throne.

——The Primarch who takes over as Warmaster is the supreme ruler of the Empire.

In the lively square, everyone was venting their long-pent-up emotions at this moment.

At a certain moment, the entire square suddenly became silent.

A tall body of about five meters stepped down from the throne.

Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath, and countless eyes fell on him.

The hum of the machine started, and the great giant armor was draped on his body so perfectly. The roar of the ancient star god could not shake his will.

Wearing armor and wearing a cape like a sea of ​​blood, the new warmaster read out the oath of the armor-conferring ceremony in front of everyone, and it was also the oath he swore to all loyal people.

——“I accept this responsibility because the empire is bleeding.

I take on this responsibility because I have nothing to fear.

I take over this important responsibility as the supreme commander.

I will face heretics, mutants, and aliens;

I will show no mercy, never back down, never compromise;

In the name of war, I am honored.

Going to the battlefield with my comrades-in-arms.

I am courage, I am flame, I am destruction! "

Duker ascended to the highest point of the empire and made a promise to all his subjects.

"Humanity is greater than any creature created by God. Our race is the greatest race in the universe. I fight for mankind! Until glory comes, my progress will never stop!"

"We give orders to the stars, we stop and gaze at them, we enthrone ourselves and become the kings of the galaxy!"

"This is our clan's Manifest Destiny!"

With the last word falling loudly,

"Boom!"

All of the Emperor's statues on Terra had thorn rings of fire burning above their heads that could not be seen directly.

The Emperor is still fighting with the gods. He is very busy, but he still creates wonders.

Thousands of people knelt down and cheered.

The emotions of mankind gathered together set off an uproar on the sea of ​​souls.

Duker stood on the high platform, staring at the battlefield that had just concluded on the sacred land of Terra.

In that soil where blood and war intersect,

In that land full of life,

The Warmaster found the victory he had longed for countless times——

——That is the dawn of mankind's escape from the dark age.

It was the dawn of empire!

"The End of the Volume"

——The next volume will be opened tomorrow: Dawn of Empire!