Chapter 341: World Eaters and Word Bearers

Satellite town outpost.

This place is far away from the nest. It used to be an important trade distribution center and cargo transit station, with walls, watchtowers, bunkers, warehouses and warehouses, surrounded by open, dry and desolate wasteland plains... but now it has changed.

It became a living hell.

Broken corpses filled every corner. Red and brown blood plasma was like a richly colored oil painting, piled up in the passages, on the city walls, and in the halls, repeatedly splashed and solidified into a thick layer of blood scab.

Flies and mosquitoes were flying around the corpse, a pungent fishy smell filled the air, and the organs exposed in the body cavity were also emitting a unique stench.

Several Space Marines were walking among them, and they seemed to have long been accustomed to this smell and these scenes.

These Space Marines wore no helmets, their eyes were either hollow black depressions or bulging crimson orbs that looked ready to erupt in rage at any moment, their faces were scarred, many had grown horns, fangs or other more horrific mutations, and their skin was stained red with blood.

On the walls of the Satellite Outpost stood three Chaos Space Marines, their power armour painted crimson and brass. The ceramsite plates were dented, scorched and scratched. Their shoulder plates bore the same symbol: a planet bitten between two sharp jaws.

The leading Chaos Space Marine had huge and towering "rabbit ears"-shaped wings or helmet crowns on both sides of his helmet, which were covered with rivets and spikes. He rested his hands on the battlements of the city wall, looking into the distance through his scarlet eyepieces.

In the distance, six Chaos Space Marines lay lying in the sand. The scorching sun was hanging high in the sky. The dry and cracked yellow earth was covered with circles of circular ruts and tire marks. The speed freaks of the Evil Sun Clan shouted excitedly and jumped off their modified motorcycles and flashy trucks.

The bodies of several Chaos Space Marines lying on the ground were stripped naked by them, not only their weapons and armor, but even a broken servo motor and a cracked ceramsite armor, the greenskins were unwilling to let go.

Soon there were only six naked corpses left on the scene. The greenskins jumped onto various vehicles with their harvest, made faces and spit at the Chaos Space Marines on the wall, bared their fangs, and laughed wildly and loudly.

"Crack…"

The leading warrior gritted his teeth, denting his gauntlets as he gripped the battlements. He was fighting against rage, against his Butcher's Nails - braid-like cable-wrapped steel nails that were driven through the skull and into the brain to amplify the rage of the target.

He has to do it.

Because those Space Marines who could not withstand the painful torture of the Butcher's Nails under the provocation of the Orcs, roared and rushed out of the stronghold, and soon turned into six corpses lying on the ground - the Speedy Freaks circled around them, and when they were exhausted, they knocked the Blood God's warriors to the ground.

The entire "Fifteen Tusks" warband had no fast vehicles that could catch up with the speedy freaks, including motorcycles, gunboats, and fighter planes. They did have a few Spartans and Mastodons, but these two types of armored personnel carriers could not catch up with the speedy freaks of the Evil Sun Clan.

Leowen Ukris could feel the endless stimulation of the neural implant. The current from the nail was stirring his brain and cortex, in sync with his heartbeat. A bright red light flashed in the corner of the helmet's eyepiece, slightly harmonizing the violent ticking, ticking, ticking of the Butcher's Nail...

That was his skull counting device.

Remind him that today's KPI has not been completed.

"ah!"

He roared angrily, turned around and knocked the Space Marine behind him to the ground with a punch, and shouted loudly:

"That damned wizard, Lorgar's filthy and vile offspring, has his ritual not yet been completed?"

…

In the center of Satellite City.

In a huge and spacious auditorium.

An unknown warrior wielding a two-handed chainsword, the blade covered in a thick layer of blood, gleaming under the illumination of the ceiling's lumen tubes, was harvesting a group of loyal servants in yellow robes, dismembering them one by one, and the blood and viscera of the victims were splattered all over the walls.

The auditorium turned into an abyssal chapel, the air inside it was torn apart by the screams of the slaves, but the Space Marines standing in the center of the auditorium ignored them.

On his shoulder armor, there are reliefs of flames and books.

The Space Marine held the rosary in both hands and prayed in a low voice:

"His eyes are fixed on me, undoubtedly, the same eyes that stare at the vast creatures without sleep and unwaveringly... I feel His baleful gaze, burning like a supernova in the invisible heavens, and the heat of the eight-pointed star washes over my head... Every time I want to stop, He pricks the skin on my head, and His unforgotten name echoes in my mind... Eight, eight, eight..."

The "sacrifices" are all dead, and the unknown warrior is arranging 8,888 heads in a specific order and position. As the blood begins to spread, the distorted patterns on the floor seem to be wriggling, and their lines and edges cannot be described by any clear geometric structure. The Space Marine's eyes tremble slightly and his brain is extremely excited. He experiences this feeling with mixed feelings of sadness and joy, and his mortal servants also scream at this moment.

"Anger and victory, washed in blood."

Ancient proverbs engraved on the arch overhead.

Those were the early days, when the Word Bearers had taken up the banner of Horus and Lorgar was still drafting the great laws of the faith in the Five Decrees, laws that required contemplation of the ways of Chaos as part of the rite of conversion.

The Word Bearer's mind was very calm. He felt the carvings and patterns on the floor creating ripples in his mind. He recalled what the Primarch had taught him, a lesson in self-hatred and servility.

"Please understand that your mind is just a wisp of mist facing the fierce wind of the infinite chaos."

In memory, the one with great ambition said this.

That was a really beneficial lesson.

"Bang!"

The door to the auditorium was pushed open rudely.

Leowen Ukris, the leader of the Chaos warband, could no longer suppress his anger and bloodlust. His eyes were red as he shouted,

"Word Bearers!"

"World Eater."

The Space Marine turned calmly and spoke calmly.

The World Eaters warrior gnashed his teeth and asked:

"Wizard, damn wizard, you said you would let me get weapons that are enough to kill these greenskin bastards and the Corpse King's lackeys. I gave you everything you wanted. Now, where are the weapons?"

"First of all, I am a priest, not a wizard."

The Word Bearers warrior held up a finger.

"These two things are completely different."

Before the World Eaters could completely explode, the Word Bearer gently raised a second finger and said calmly,

"Secondly, regarding the weapon you mentioned..."

"They are already here."

The words just fell.

A dazzling and deep red light suddenly bloomed on the floor, the curtain of the real world was torn open, and a flickering and blurry picture of horror appeared on the other side.

The World Eaters and the Word Bearers saw together:

the cracked earth extending from the Brass Fortress, the pale bones of countless fallen warriors piled up layer by layer, this is a pale wasteland of ashes. In the distance, under the scarlet sky, the bloody swamps churned, and the fang-like fountains spewed out huge sulfurous smoke. The boiling blood river spread and surged on the land, ebb and flow... reflecting the massacres that mortals were committing in the real world.

That is the domain of the Blood God.

"Moo——"

A rough and bloodthirsty howl sounded.

Eight giant brass bulls, which were either living creatures or machines, jumped out of the flickering and illusory scene. They were riveted with brass metal plates all over their bodies, and their tendons and ligaments were also made of brass. There were spikes and marks of Khorne on the armor, and each rune crackled as if it was burning.

Khorne Steel Bull.

A summoning ritual by a Word Bearers priest led directly to the Khorne Foundry, a vast, smoking spire set within a smoldering volcano on the edge of the Blood God's realm.

"Now."

The Word Bearer whispered:

"Tame them..."

"Bang!"

"Ah…"

"Crack, crack!"

A Chaos Space Marine was caught off guard and was instantly lifted up on the head by a Khorne Steel Bull, then fell into its mouth and was swallowed alive along with his power armor.

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　Thanks to King Marquez, The King is Here But the Fire is Out, Zefeng → It's Painful at This Moment, The Great Sage Who Rules Mars, Yushan Zhengyin, Medanzo with Shield, Book Friend 20170827095717284, The Song That Never Leaves, and rewards from several book friends.

　　I'm a bit stuck, so I'll just update this for now.

(End of this chapter)