Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation Chapter :
Chapter 161 The Eighty-Eight-Headed Khorne Demon (Subscribe)
Titan, also known as Titan, is a satellite celestial body revolving around Saturn.
There is no developed industry, no agriculture, and even a small population.
But the existence of this planet is very important to the empire.
Because Titan is the Gray Knight's stronghold world.
Specialized in fighting against chaos, the gray knights who are used to deal with demons train and practice on it, and are always ready to go out and go to all parts of the empire to kill demons.
During Horus's betrayal, the Emperor had already prepared for the failure of the Webway project.
Human beings will be poisoned by the chaotic tea.
Ordinary weapons are not very effective against chaos.
Psykers are too dangerous to use against chaos.
Humans must have an army that can fight against demons.
Only in this way can the continuation of the human empire not be destroyed by those supernatural enemies.
Malcador recruited several space fighters with rich experience in fighting warp creatures and made them the chief masters of the Gray Knights Chapter.
Combined with the Emperor's latest gene-seed creation.
The Gray Knight Legion, which is good at psionic energy and can fight against the pollution of warp space, was born.
The Gray Knights are all composed of psykers, implanted with gene-seeds specially created by the Emperor.
They are absolutely loyal. After thousands of years, the Gray Knights have never betrayed a single time.
Like the Custodians, the Gray Knights are resistant to the ravages of Chaos.
For ten thousand years, the Gray Knights have wandered around the empire, hunting down those terrible demonic creatures, and sealing up forbidden items harmful to the human empire.
Few people know they exist.
Because when the gray knights are dispatched, it often means that the situation has reached an irreversible critical moment.
In such a situation, there will not be many living people who can remain awake.
The Inquisition will not let those people live to tell their stories.
Many worlds cleaned by the Gray Knights will sterilize or directly execute survivors.
Of course, this approach has worked before.
With the emergence of the Great Rift, Chaos has become an unavoidable secret.
Tara encountered a crisis of demon invasion.
The Titan star responded to the call of the Forbidden Army and sent a strike force.
Send someone in to solve Terra's problems before things get too bad.
The turmoil continues, and the skies of Terra are blood-red.
Eerie whispers grow louder as the mob rebellion spreads.
Those demons are entering the real universe with the help of mob killings and blood sacrifices.
They want to enter Terra and put an end to the Human Empire once and for all.
Custodians, Gray Knights, and those loyal to the Emperor will prevent this crisis.
Standing on the wall, Valyrian watched the Gray Knights.
These cousins possess special skills that the Custodians do not.
They efficiently slay and drive away daemons and abominable warp creatures.
Efficiency is much faster than the Forbidden Army.
Moreover, their strategy is more effective.
As a scholarly Custodian who likes to stop by the libraries of Terra, Valyrian knows many of the Empire's secrets.
Gray knights, like the imperial army, can fight and kill demons, and have stronger immunity than others, immunity to the temptation of subspace.
The Gray Knight is the last gift He left before sitting on the throne.
An important means for human beings to survive in the cruel subspace.
In the solar system, there are two libraries that store knowledge against demons.
A tower of hegemony located in the inner court, dedicated to the archives of the imperial army.
A larger library is located on Titan.
Those taboo knowledge can only be said to be safe if it is placed in these two places.
Although far away from the holy Terra, the Titan star is still protected by him.
During the last time of his walk, when Horus, who was dominated by chaos, approached the holy Terra, Titan disappeared without a sound.
disappeared in the true sense.
With his supreme power, he separated the space of Titan star from the real universe, placed it in a safe subspace corner, and waited for the end of the Horus Rebellion era.
The Gray Knights survived the horrific siege battle in the asylum, and fulfilled their original mission in the following years.
Valyrian observed the gray knights for a while, then withdrew his gaze, put away his thoughts, and focused on the matter in front of him.
The tasks of the Gray Knights and the Forbidden Army are different. After clearing out those severely mutated thugs, they will leave and go to the next battlefield.
After the Great Rift appeared, the Gray Knights' combat missions became much heavier, causing them to have to travel around to suppress those demons and avoid the complete collapse of the human empire system.
The Gray Knights supporting Terra are the last available troops on Titan.
The remaining gray knights had to strictly guard the Titan star to prevent those sealed monsters and those forbidden items from getting out of control.
Valyrian stood on the wall of the Lion's Gate, watching the guards, with the help of the Gray Knights, repel the hideous creatures time and time again.
Many people have been transformed into half-human, half-demon appearance.
With fangs, weird wings and other mutations.
The wave of supernatural violence intensifies, and instigators appear everywhere.
Gathered in droves with followers, begging for the foolish blessings of the Warp.
Some people are really corrupted. For many years, they have been serving Chaos, and today they try their best to create.
Some are poor souls driven by deceit and desperation.
The corruption of the imperial bureaucracy has worn away their trust in the empire, and their fragile minds have been transformed by the horrors in the sky and the empty bellies.
The lion's gate wall is the boundary, and the situation outside is already a mess.
Especially after Tyrian's death, no one is going to organize the logistics support of the empire's troops.
The morale of those troops plummeted, and they had no intention of fighting. After all, no one wanted to work when they were hungry.
In just a few days, the empire lost control of most residential areas.
The majestic cathedral has become an unbearable place of depravity and profanity.
Statues honoring the heroes of the Empire are desecrated.
It is really a dereliction of duty for this kind of thing to happen under His nose.
Suddenly, a letter entered Valyrian's personal database.
The observation station in low earth orbit detected a large number of mobs gathered near the parade avenue, as well as too strong subspace energy.
Varerian looked at the information in the letter, and asked the man in charge of the mortal army to gather an army for himself.
Prepare to wipe out the gathered traitors to prevent them from forming a bigger wave.
After such a long battle, Valyrian knew that the other party's name was Yubo.
Yubo is from the Catachan world and is a veteran who has experienced many battlefields.
Ubo mobilized a force of two hundred men for Valyrian, and also found several Valkyrie fighters and Stormbird gunboats.
Varerian's steadfast goal is the Parade Avenue, which is a road extending from the airport to the inner wall, with a width of more than 300 meters.
He needs to ensure the smooth flow of this road, so that the retreating troops can safely return to the city wall and repair it.
Once the Parade Avenue falls, they will completely lose control of the outside situation.
For this reason, Valyrian repeatedly performed clean-up tasks, hunting down the mutated monsters along the road.
The fighter plane took off, and the weapon system was adjusted to the highest sensitivity.
Hive Gundam buildings emerged on both sides of the fighter jet formation.
Many buildings are shrouded in flames and smoke, mixed with screams and howls of despair.
The fire control system adjusts the linkage fire system on the fighter at any time.
As long as there is a slight sign of danger, the fire control system will open fire directly.
Varerian stood on the fighter plane, looking solemnly at the buildings shrouded in thick smoke and flames.
Tens of billions of people are still hiding in those living coffins.
Valyrian was pessimistic about how much sanity they would retain.
No food, no safety.
They probably collapsed under the double torture of mobs and whispers.
The legal department has been paralyzed, unable to maintain the security of the periphery.
At the beginning, some troops went to various residential areas to suppress the rioters.
But soon, those troops disappeared.
No news came back, just lost in the riot operation.
Later, the Ministry of Justice gave up its move to continue the suppression.
Because the thugs are not only thugs, but also many mutated hateful monsters.
Valyrian guessed that many people in those buildings had gone mad and become abominable monsters.
For this kind of thing, he resented the cowardice of ordinary people, and also resented the incompetence of the high lord.
But now, solving the problem is the most important thing.
Tattered banners were hung outside the burnt windows, scrawled with the symbols of the corrupted Chaos.
People are turning a blind eye to this, and there is no point in erasing these flags.
Those lunatics will retaliate by releasing more banners.
Varerian followed the gunboat's hatch to the sky.
He vaguely felt uneasy.
The sky is getting redder and redder, even forming a weird blood-colored eye.
It's like there's a war and **** lunatic peeping into the world of Thrones.
People stay in Terra and cannot see the sunrise or sunset.
Even if you are sleeping, you will be troubled by endless nightmares.
The high lord's stupidity opened a gap in Terra's defenses.
There is no way to protect those innocent people who remain in the vast residential areas, and there is no way to protect those important industrial productions.
The troops could only hide behind the city walls, allowing large areas of residential areas and factories to be captured by mobs.
In the cabin, Yubo, who was fully armed, sat beside Valyrian, looking even smaller.
He held a safety manual that still smelled of ink in his hand.
Valyrian glanced at it, and there was a signature from the Ministry of Military Affairs on it.
Special Strike Force Security Operations Code.
One: Don't pay attention to those whispers in your ears, they are pure fart. Disgusting, disgusting stuff. If you find yourself listening too intently to the whispers, or if you notice other soldiers behaving in a trance, bewildered by the whispers, please contact your nearest Inquisitor.
2: Do not act alone, you must ensure that there are more than five people acting together, and carry stable and reliable communication equipment and enough weapons and ammunition, if not, please ask your superior for such supplies. If your boss is unwilling to replenish your weapons and ammunition, and insists on sending you to the dangerous area to perform missions, please contact your nearest judge.
If there are forbidden troops and gray knights accompanying, this rule becomes invalid.
Three: During the execution of the mission, don't pay attention to any help from the people of the empire. Our mission is to give priority to ensuring the safety of the Holy Emperor. Don't waste time on anyone who doesn't matter, regardless of their previous status. Remember, no one is more important than the Holy Emperor. If it is found that someone has violated the regulations, they will use various excuses to try to help those trapped imperial subjects. Please stay away from him, protect yourself, and contact the judge in time.
4: During the execution of the mission, if you encounter imperial citizens who are covered in clothes or have body mutations, you can shoot them directly. This order is signed by the Marshal of the Imperial Army, so you don't have to worry about being held accountable by a military court afterwards.
Remember, humans have only two eyes side by side, two opposite ears, a mouth smaller than the head and larger than the eyes, humans have a nose, two arms of equal length, and five fingers.
Humans have no **** wings, no bony spurs, no fangs in their mouths, and no tentacles on their bodies.
When encountering individuals with such characteristics, the Ministry of Military Affairs allows direct shooting and killing without any military consequences.
5: When encountering a large-scale gathering, you can use a loudspeaker to warn them to abide by the martial law and ask them to disperse immediately and return home. If the warning is invalid three times, or the opponent shows an aggressive posture, lethal military suppression can be adopted.
They have turned their backs on the Holy Emperor, don't want any kindness and burden.
Six: It is not allowed to pray to any existence other than the Holy Emperor, even your deceased parents or elders, you can only pray to the Holy Emperor.
Any soldier who violates this rule will be punished by the Inquisition.
Seven: It is not allowed to disseminate any religious books that are not the state religion, even to talk about it. If you find any violations, please contact the judge closest to you.
Thirty: If you encounter an indescribable or indescribable monster, and there is no effect after a round of saturation attack, you are allowed to abandon the mission and escape from the danger zone, and contact the nearest judge.
Your lives matter little, but you are the Emperor's currency.
There is no need to waste the emperor's currency on an unkillable monster, this is the job of the judge.
Thirty-two: During the mission, if you see any of the following creatures, you can shoot directly.
A: Creepy shadow.
B: Children and women crying with their backs to the team.
C: Citizens exhibiting any inhuman traits.
D: A person with a weird smile.
E: Keep telling you that there are true gods besides the emperor and so on.
Thirty-three: Before entering the building to explore, if you hear unusual sounds or see hallucination-like images, don't hesitate to directly cover the building with firepower.
Thirty-four: If you encounter a lone judge or a lone judge assistant, immediately ask the other party to put down their weapons, and immediately contact the nearest team of judges to confirm the identity of the other party. If the other party is unwilling to comply, they can attack immediately.
Thirty-five: The judge has his own strike team. If the opponent is alone and strongly requires you to enter the dangerous area but is unwilling to show the corresponding authorization documents, you can attack directly.
Forty: The anti-riot force of the Ministry of Justice is no longer dispatched, and any radio messages asking you to go to support in the name of the anti-riot force do not need to be ignored.
Forty-one: If you find a single psyker, please contact the nearest court team, and don't provoke the other party.
Forty-two: If you feel a sudden coldness in an area and there is frost, please leave immediately. If possible, you can request firepower coverage for this area and apply for the support of the judge team.
Fifty-seven: Emperor Angel doesn't have so many bone spurs on his body, and there won't be wriggling flesh and blood on his power armor. If you see these guys, don't hesitate to shoot them directly.
They are traitors, just shoot them.
Sixty: If you find that mobs are gathering on a large scale and still sacrificing innocent people of the empire, be sure to call for artillery support and judges, and don't have any mercy, otherwise more people will die.
Seventy-five: If you find that an imperial vehicle has a mutation such as spikes or flesh eyes, you can try to purify it with a flamethrower until it returns to its original appearance. If it does not recover, you can choose to give up.
Seventy-six: The loyal imperial vehicle has no legs, no eyes, no arms, and no screaming. Any imperial vehicles that grow legs, hands, and make human roaring sounds are found to be a manifestation of the desecration of machine souls. Attacks are allowed. This order has been approved by the casting general.
Ninety: When interrogated by the judge, please answer honestly everything you know. Even if the other party wants to know how many meals you ate today, you must answer truthfully.
Lying is very likely to be considered potentially corrupt, and thus cleaned up by the judge.
There are many rules, densely packed, and Valyrian saw that there are more than 170 rules, all of which are responses to various emergencies.
Mortal troops are extremely vulnerable to demons.
Their weapons are not effective at killing monsters from the Warp.
But the devil is not omnipotent.
They also have weaknesses.
These codes can give mortals some advice to improve their survivability.
In view of the fragile mind of mortals, many truths can only be revealed a little, so that they know who the enemy they are dealing with is.
Other things, knowing too much will only poison their minds.
Such safety rules avoid some problems to the greatest extent, and provide grassroots officers like Yubo with various emergency handling methods.
"My lord, we have arrived, and the bird divination instrument shows that there are a large number of biological targets gathered here." Yu Bo's voice sounded, "Those thugs may be gathering."
Varerian tightly held the halberd in his hand, and the ammunition machine slave behind him also entered a fighting state.
It refills Valyrian's ammo and carries his spare weapon.
"Let's land." Valyrian said, looking at the gradually emerging door.
The destination of his trip was a heavy-duty production plant near Parade Avenue.
Intelligence shows that a large number of thugs gathered here.
Valyrian must clear them to ensure the stability of the parade avenue and ensure that the retreat of other troops will not be disturbed.
The gates of the factory facilities have been damaged, and the tall fortresses on both sides rose from the rising black smoke.
Varerian called up the relevant facility drawings, and found that this place was a labyrinth composed of smelters and assembly lines.
This was built countless years ago, when Terra was able to manufacture its own products.
Later, this place was often used to recycle unwanted central equipment.
Especially those military equipment whose value is too low to be exported to alien planets.
This place provides a compromise, which is to transform abandoned military equipment into civilian equipment and put it on the market again.
In this way, it can also stimulate some economies and provide jobs.
Fighters and gunboats roared under the low beams, and the airflow gushing out of the jets kicked up dust on the ground.
In the low roar. The strike force led by Valyrian and Yubo landed in a clearing that was shrouded in black mist and made it impossible to see.
Valyrian was the fastest. He jumped off the fighter plane, and his heavy body landed on the metal ground without making a sound.
Metal debris scattered on the ground.
The mortal army led by Yubo filed out of the hovering Valkyrie cabin.
Array walks across the rattling ground.
Lights hanging from the muzzles of their lasguns glowed in the dark.
This place is like a huge mausoleum, dark and cold, exuding a disturbing atmosphere.
The unstable power supply system makes the lights flicker, adding a touch of weirdness.
Posters or leaflets with all kinds of profane language were scattered all over the place, and they were blown by the wind from nowhere, and they were blown away.
The super-heavy equipment of the Astral Army was once deployed here, and there are still elevators composed of giant mechanical arms hanging in the machine shell that has stopped, and they smell of sour oil and rotting metal.
With his superhuman senses, Valyrian was able to hear the voices of enemies deep within the factory.
They are not trying to hide their presence in these places.
This also represents the increasing proliferation of evil in Terra.
These **** traitors are no longer just gutter rats like they used to be, fleeing in panic once exposed to the sun.
Now, they are blatantly exposing their existence.
This attitude of not caring about the empire's attack made Valyrian angry. This is a kind of blasphemy that can no longer be tolerated.
"Advance on alert." Yubo gave an order to his subordinates.
Varerian ran up, like a lion ready to go, eager to kill, and rushed towards the depths of the factory.
The empty cage elevator is like a lantern in the dark, hanging quietly in the unfathomable shaft.
He ran a certain distance and was able to play up and get organized, ready to swarm out and deal with the Empire.
The team led by Yubo followed Valyrian as much as possible.
But soon, they fell behind.
Wearing golden armor, Valyrian pushed forward with fury, the halberd in his hand crackled, and electric arcs wrapped around his weapon, which was the external manifestation of the tearing force field.
Valyrian broke into what had been the assembly hall, and the conveyor belts used to transport the large parts were still in place.
Some conveyor belts are even littered with the wreckage of battle tanks.
They are exposed like monuments.
The empty assembly hall has become an abyss of corruption.
Those loyal to the Emperor were hung from the high ceiling by barbed chains, and they writhed their painful bodies E in the fetid air.
The eyes have been gouged out, and the skin on the body has been peeled off in many places.
Blood dripped down their bodies.
What a cruel scene.
The thugs didn't cut their tongues out and let them scream in pain.
The screams of the desperate are good offerings too, and the Chaos Powers will gladly accept them and encourage the thugs to offer more.
The huge eight-pointed star pattern was carved on the wall by the workers here with labor tools, and then painted with the blood brought by the massacre.
In the pungent smell of lubricating oil. Valyrian's keen sense of smell can smell human blood, sweat and despair.
Those thugs were all devoutly surrounded on a Mechanicum podium.
A huge metal platform with massive cables plugged into it, and noisy mechanical appendages.
Two semi-mechanical heads hang above, flowing a mixture of engine oil and blood.
Obviously, before the riot, these two mechanical heads belonged to two mechanical priests.
Beneath the hanging head is a priest in a torn red robe.
The marks of gears and steel belonging to Mars have disappeared, replaced by a rough eight-pointed star pattern.
The priest held up a still beating heart with two **** hands, and lifted it high into the air, as if asking for blessing.
It was an imperial soldier who took his heart away.
The poor soldier's chest had been torn open, exposing his white ribs.
Varerian recognized the other party. It was a soldier who passed through the Lion's Gate in a troop carrier three days ago, went to the Hive City to perform a clean-up mission, and reported missing soldiers later.
Not just soldiers, but also some innocent citizens.
They were placed on a conveyor belt, their hearts were removed in the same way, and they were sacrificed by the mob to their gods.
Those corpses soaked the conveyor belt in blood, exuding a pungent **** smell.
In the cage farther away, seeing Valyrian's arrival, some captured soldiers and citizens made excited sounds.
The golden battle armor represents the extremely powerful emperor's guards. Even the demons crawling out of the subspace will be killed by them with one blow. They are the most feared existence of the thugs.
They think they are saved.
The thugs turned around and looked at Valyrian, with cruelty and cruelty in their eyes.
The souls of these people have been completely distorted and turned into hateful monsters.
They are like this factory, breeding the evil power of chaos.
The mob's skin is white, the eyes are pure black, and the tongue is spiked and scarlet with malevolence.
Their faces were tattooed **** with blunted knives.
Shards of metal were nailed into folds of skin, leaving the wound to bleed.
There is no fear in their eyes anymore, even if it is a forbidden soldier, they do not have the slightest awe.
"Traitor." Valyrian roared, waving the war halberd in his hand and rushed up.
He is a sharp blade forged by the Emperor, even if he has received a little blessing from Chaos, these thugs cannot be his opponent.
The halberd swung like a harvester.
Valyrian knocked them down with ease, and the mob that rushed towards him was reduced to shattered limbs in an instant.
He went straight to the console to stop this large-scale blood sacrifice ceremony.
"Shoot, don't let anyone go. Ask for the fire support of the Inquisition, and tell them that the blood sacrifice ceremony is going on here." Yubo's voice sounded, and the troops began to shoot, reducing the pressure on Valyrian.
The rays of the laser gun dispelled the darkness of the factory, illuminating the twisted and mutated flesh and blood.
The thugs screamed and cursed, swarming like wild animals.
Hundreds, thousands, and then tens of thousands of people rushed over.
Some mutated thugs wield sharp nails or bone spurs that are tens of centimeters long and exude black iron light.
There are also some holding simple weapons, waving them at will, without any rules.
Their eyes were all wide open.
Some of them are not just a pair of eyes, seven or eight eyes grow on their faces.
Those eyes all exuded malice, exuding madness and a desire to kill.
Varerian showed no mercy, the halberd in his hand swept across, and no one could touch his armor.
In just a few breaths, a circle of torn flesh and blood was scattered around him, and the places he passed along the way were all splashed with a pungent **** smell.
He moves fast, methodically killing at high speed.
The sound of heavy weapons booming came.
Parallel laser cannons and bipedal heavy machine slaves also entered the battle.
The heavy firepower deployed by Yubo began to play a role.
The sky roared again, and the support he wanted would arrive soon.
Yubo's priority goal is different from Valyrian's, he is rescuing those trapped colleagues and citizens.
Youbo knew very well that the battle between the mutated thugs and the imperial army was beyond his ability to interfere, and saving people was the most important thing he should do.
Valyrian slaughtered tens of thousands of thugs, even if they had mutated, they were worthless in front of him.
Valyrian was designed to be like this.
The Custodians were designed before the Emperor ruled Terra.
When the war is at a disadvantage, they will be sent to the place where the battle is the most intense, relying on their combat skills and violent force to turn the tide of the battle.
Soon, Valyrian approached the podium, and a road of blood and stumps had been paved under his feet.
The closer you get to the podium, the stronger the sense of oppression in the air.
A kind of coldness and malice diffused from the space, scattered in the air.
The priest was indifferent to Valyrian's approach, and he continued to sacrifice those poor people.
Efficient as a butcher.
His mechanical appendages help a lot.
A mechanical appendage grabbed it, and a mechanical appendage disemboweled it, took out the heart, and threw the corpse back into the conveyor belt.
Efficient and concise.
Conforms to the purpose of Mechanicum.
Varerian could see the piled heart, dripping with blood, piling up like that, pleasing the powers of Chaos.
The thugs became more and more excited.
The twisted mutations on them became more and more terrifying, and some thugs could no longer even see traces of humans.
Limbs on the ground like a beast, showing sharp fangs, and blood-red wings with bone spurs.
Valyrian started to slow down, and the mutated thugs gave him some pressure.
Suddenly, there was a gust of wind in the air ahead.
The energy set off an air current, blowing away all the gathered thugs.
Five beams of light crackled and shone with electric arcs descending from the void.
In the light, the silhouette of a silver-gray warrior with a halberd and a crackling hammer emerges.
The Inquisition support requested by Yubo has arrived.
The Gray Knights belong to the Inquisition, and in many cases, they will act together with the Inquisitor.
Their actions were very efficient. The moment they landed, they were ready to go, waving their weapons to meet the mob.
Varerian adjusted himself slightly. When he was slaughtering, he was still observing the battle of the gray knights, and coordinated with their rhythm to form a more efficient killing.
After the gray knights joined the battlefield, the victory of the empire was inevitable.
Valyrian hacked his way up, crushed and mangled corpses being thrown onto the conveyor belt.
They jumped up from the approaching ravine, jumped onto the high platform of the podium, grabbed the vents on its shell, and pulled themselves up.
Valyrian is the fastest. Upon reaching the control platform, he happened to see the priest take the heart of the last victim alive.
Beside the priest, there are also two blessed thugs.
They are muscled and bloated, bigger than a Space Marine.
Iron chains are wrapped around their bodies, and the chaotic marks belonging to the blood **** are engraved on them.
The moment Valyrian stood on the platform, they roared and charged.
Unfortunately, Valyrian ended them with just one blow.
The shattered limbs were swept out under the tyrannical force and scattered all over the ground.
The mechanical priest was not moved by this, he turned his head to look at the face of the imperial army, with the implanted metal device, showing a mocking smile.
The victim's heart was crushed by him, and blood spurted out.
"You are here, but everything is already predestined." He said.
Varerian pulled the trigger of the war halberd, and the blasted bombs tore the priest apart, and the scattered limbs fell into the mob below, making them scream even more piercingly.
By the time the Gray Knights came up, Valyrian had killed everyone on the platform.
"We are late." Said the leader of the Gray Knights.
Valyrian turned his gaze to them, and a total of five Gray Knights supported him.
Holding different power weapons, with blue disintegration force field light emitting from them.
Warms and armor are engraved with symbols of purity.
"We ended the blood sacrifice, why are we late?" Valyrian asked puzzled.
"The storm of the subspace is coming." The tone of the leading gray knight was disturbed, "The force that oppressed Terra has also come out."
Varerian is very powerful. Even if he faces five gray knights, he is confident that he can subdue them all without injury.
But he is not as sensitive to the subspace as the Gray Knight.
The Gray Knights are much better than him in this regard.
Their bodies were leaping with psionic energy, which radiated from every movement of them like heat.
Valyrian looked around, and he could feel a slight vibration.
Even though he has almost no sense of subspace, he has an instinctive intuition for danger.
On the ground, heavy machine slaves and artillery are still harvesting the lives of those thugs.
But those battles have become insignificant.
Something is approaching.
The veil of reality and illusion has been pierced, and it is about to fall.
Varerian opened Yubo's communication panel, "Leave immediately, return to the fighter plane, the mission failed."
Yubo was in the upper hand at this time, the artillery and heavy fire machine slaves formed a violent firepower net, but he did not hesitate at all in the face of the order of the imperial army.
"Retreat." He gave the order, and then his subordinates broke away from the battle, took the rescued people, and left the abandoned factory along the way they came.
The supporting gunboats and fighter planes are waiting for them at the position just now.
Varerian and Gray Knight destroyed some remaining sacrificial runes to prevent the acceleration of the collapse, and then chose to evacuate.
They run at full speed, during which time the hall quickly disintegrates.
Large pieces of steel collapsed around, smashing through the ground, and many machines broke and fell into the ever-expanding abyss.
The whole building is collapsing, tons of rocks are falling into ruins.
When Valyrian escaped, the disintegration continued.
The collapse of that factory was just the beginning, and more buildings also collapsed.
A tall state church building exploded with a red light, which is particularly eye-catching in the dark.
The majestic high walls collapsed along with the towers.
A big explosion occurred deep in the ground, and billowing columns of smoke rose up.
The consequences of that blood sacrifice ceremony began to emerge.
An unprecedented earthquake struck, and pieces of buildings fell down and turned into ruins in explosions and flames.
At the last moment, Valyrian, who withdrew his fighter plane out of danger, saw Terra in the earthquake, and panic appeared on his face.
The familiar Terra has disappeared.
The earth was torn apart, and a large number of buildings were reduced to ruins.
At a glance, the whole world looks like hell.
Hissing flames spewed out from the depths of the cracks in the earth, licking the crumbling towers.
The fire was unbelievably large, and the flames reached high in the thin air.
Varerian could barely make out the city walls, obscured by smoke, from the distorted vision of the scorching air.
All the buildings around the center of the ceremony collapsed, and a frightening aura of subspace came out, carrying the purest malice and fear.
The Gray Knights stood beside Valyrian, their gray armor darkened by the light of the flames.
The gray knight who took the lead looked at the sky, his expression becoming serious.
"They did, and the shards of Khorne came, and Angron, the Son of Betrayal."
"Return to the walls," Valyrian said.
"Ming." Before the pilot could finish speaking, a terrifying wave of space being torn apart made him subconsciously swallow back the words that followed.
The sky burned up, and the space turned into a flowing **** river.
That eye took shape, extremely scarlet, with endless anger, eager to destroy everything, and pull all life into eternal war.
The earth burned, and in the flames, those truly terrible demons took shape.
They were born bathed in flames, with bone spurs growing on their backs, dark eyes, and twisting long tongues suitable for hunting.
Staggering out of the burning flames, wielding strange weapons grown from flesh.
This is a highly hierarchical army of demons, brought down through earthly pain and ritual.
Burning flames all over, bathed in blood, screaming all kinds of profane words, set foot on the land of the sacred world of mankind.
The psychic energy became more and more violent, and the etheric storm spun to almost tear everything apart.
An even more terrifying existence crossed the barrier of the divine power and appeared in front of those armies.
A drool-drooling hellhound with numerous eyes and an iron collar.
Bound by heavy chains, with flaming horns and eyes, a muscular Chaos Lord.
However, that's not all.
The sky darkened, and then was illuminated by a blood-red light.
The skies were torn apart in a raging aether storm.
Bound by iron chains, a brass giant with black flames came out of the crack.
The huge bat wings stretched out, bringing the huge body high into the sky, overlooking Terra condescendingly.
The iron chains bound to the body wear the skull, rattling with their movements. resounds from every corner.
"The end." The brass giant that came out let out a roar, and its war hooves trampled in the air along with the roar.
The waves of blood rolled, and the earth shook.
The battle ax in his hand has weird curse patterns spread out, etched with runes representing the end etched on it, and shining with the blessing of the blood god.
Facing a big demon, Valyrian felt short of breath.
This is the most terrifying existence he has faced in his limited life.
But in the next second, another brass giant appeared in front of the terrified crowd.
"Finally." It also roared.
Cracks in the earth billowed with blood and flames.
"The end."
Another demon descends.
One head after another, under the horrified eyes of Valyrian and others.
A total of eighty-eight great demons of Khorne came to the land of Terra.
The earth shook, and countless places were flooded with blood.
The skull was sinking in the sea of blood, and countless corpses were floating.
No one can deny that this is a sign of the end.
The surviving mortals all wept, desperately begging the God-Emperor for help.
"Father, I'm back."
After the eighty-eight great Khorne demons, a voice full of resentment and anger sounded.
A more terrifying figure appeared in front of the world.
Through the curtain of reality and reality, descend to the holy Terra.
(end of this chapter)