Chapter 206

Kill!! Kill!! Kill!! Kill!!

Anger!! Anger!! Anger!! Anger!!

A beast-like rage instantly gripped Gabriel Seth's mind. Pitch-black fury and bright red bloodlust surged from his spirit and flesh at the same time.

He saw it. He saw a dark future in the blood.

That Warp existence named Zhou Yun, that Doraemon, was going to corrupt Sanguinius!

This was a blasphemous blue conspiracy! He falsely claimed to resurrect Sanguinius, but in reality, he wanted to let a Warp existence already corrupted by him parasitize Sanguinius's body!

This was the truth he saw in the blood! The darkness and anger in the blood!

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

Cut off the head of that blasphemous Warp creature, and use its skull to worship Sanguinius's remains!

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

Only by killing him could Sanguinius's fate of being corrupted be avoided!!

"Skull-taking! Skull-taking!!"

Gabriel Seth let out a beast-like roar. The sacred chainsword named Blood-Letter in his hand whistled and rotated, emitting the unique oil and smoke smell of machinery, cutting the air with its hideous chain.

The scene before him overlapped with the one on the Vengeful Spirit.

He was not only rushing toward Zhou Yun, but also rushing toward Horus, toward Erebus, toward the dark gods playing with conspiracies and tricks.

"Brother Seth!!!" Malest roared, trying to make Seth stop.

But in Seth's eyes, Malest had become Abaddon, blinded by Chaos and Erebus, and he, Seth, would never be a little Horus.

Blood! Blood is burning!

He heard war roars ringing in the small chapel, he saw the Archangel's wings trembling, he saw countless glorious warriors in the chapter's history standing by his side.

Be angry, Seth.

Hate, Seth.

Kill, Seth.

Gabriel Seth, you were born to be drowned in blood.

Seth roared and slashed the chainsword at Zhou Yun. He almost saw the scene of Zhou Yun's body being torn apart and blood splashing on the ground.

He longed to taste blood, to taste the reward of anger.

However, Zhou Yun did not move, as if he had determined that Seth's sword could not hurt him.

This made Seth even angrier————

The Blood-Letter in his hand suddenly became heavy, and the chain actually turned slower and slower. This weapon that had accompanied Seth for hundreds of years disobeyed Seth's command, stopping abruptly in mid-air.

Seth also froze before Zhou Yun.

The machine spirit of the Blood-Letter roared, expressing anger to Seth, making the blood mist covering Seth's eyes seem to fade a bit.

Seth could feel the reliquary at his waist heating up slightly.

Cut it down! Cut it down! Cut it down!

Offer the skull! Offer the skull!

Seth vaguely felt pairs of blood-stained hands reaching toward him, touching the reliquary at his waist.

"Get out!!! Get out!!!!"

Seth roared, and the Blood-Letter in his hand roared along with it. The scorching chain did not slash at Zhou Yun, but slashed at the deep, dark blood mist before Seth's eyes.

A daemon's hiss sounded, and Seth's chainsword tore through the Bloodletters that had surrounded him. These incarnations of Khorne's will let out a sharp hiss, their forms in the reality universe destroyed by Gabriel Seth's sword.

Seth suddenly grabbed the reliquary at his waist. This reliquary forged by the first Flesh Tearer Chapter Master opened automatically. That white Sanguinius feather the length of an arm appeared in mid-air, and that drop of blood released a faint warm light.

"Screech!!!!"

The daemons let out a cry of shock, and the blood mist before Seth's eyes vanished instantly.

He finally saw the scene inside the small chapel clearly.

The reality universe was weeping blood. Blood-colored gashes like scars were torn open in the small chapel. Bloodletters, Khorne berserkers, Flesh Hounds... various incarnations of Khorne's power invaded the reality universe from the rifts, running rampant in the small chapel.

After dealing with Ka'Bandha, the Librarians who still had strength were fighting those daemons together with Mephiston, Zhou Yun, and the Dreadnought warrior Malest.

Mephiston used powerful psychic power to kill the Bloodletters constantly pouring out from the rifts.

Zhou Yun's figure constantly flashed and teleported on the battlefield, using his arms to hard-carry the daemons' attacks, stuffing them into the pocket on his stomach.

Malest was surrounded by a group of Bloodletters and Flesh Hounds, but he relied on the Dreadnought's steel body to constantly shatter these daemons' forms in the reality universe.

The Librarian warriors covered their heads from time to time, seemingly resisting the Blood God's influence.

And the Flesh Tearers who followed Seth were even worse; they were fighting indiscriminately.

"In the name of Sanguinius's blood!!!"

Seth roared, holding the relic high. Sanguinius's feather was releasing a faint light:

"Fight for the Blood, remember where our anger comes from, and know what we should die for!!!"

Seth's voice and the relic's radiance had an effect. A flash of clarity crossed the eyes of the Flesh Tearers and Librarians.

They let out angry low roars, this time not from the Blood God, but from the blood in their bodies.

Seth vaguely heard a sigh full of regret, seemingly from above the Huang Tong Wang Zuo, sighing for failing to corrupt Seth.

"No!!! Never!!" Seth let out a roar.

Just at this moment, a crackling sound rang out in the reality universe, and a rift much larger than before appeared in the small chapel.

The boiling blood energy almost filled the entire small chapel.

Mephiston let out a cry of surprise. He hurriedly mobilized his massive psychic power, condensing it on the silver steel longsword in his hand, trying to block the daemons behind the rift from entering the reality dimension.

However, in just an instant, Mephiston was pressed down to one knee on the ground, a painful and hideous expression appearing on his face.

Zhou Yun, who was standing beside Seth, hard-gripped the body of a Huang Tong Bull, threw it away, and then cast his gaze on that rift.

Zhou Yun was slightly stunned for a moment, his eyes first flashing with confusion, then realization.

"The Blood God went all-in!" he suddenly said.

The Blood God felt regret.

Gabriel Seth, the successor of the Flesh Tearers, would have been a good chosen one, able to offer many skulls and blood.

It was a pity he resisted the Blood God's blessing, otherwise the Blood God wouldn't even mind promoting him to a Daemon Prince, letting him carry out the Blood God's will in reality.

A pity, truly a pity.

The Blood God sighed and tapped the armrest of the Huang Tong Wang Zuo, letting out a war roar that shook the entire Blood God's realm.

His power burned fiercely. In the realm, two of the most massive and horrifying figures raised their heads full of anger.

Pitch-black flesh wings spread out in the sky burning with sulfur flames, the beast head with bull horns raised high, sharp roars coming from the beast's fangs, and the crude brass armor could not cover the powerful body of this daemon.

It seemed to be the best incarnation of the Blood God's will, the darling of slaughter and war, the most favored Greater Daemon under the Huang Tong and Skull Wang Zuo, the Lord of Bloodthirsters, the Deathbringer.

The daemon axe blade harboring another Bloodthirster was held high, and the blood-stained whip in the other hand crackled. It was the current Chief Greater Daemon under Khorne, An'ggrath the Unbound.

The Blood God's power covered its body. It promised in the name of the Blood God to bring back eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight Blood Angel skulls.

The roaring An'ggrath tore open a rift, facing the bright red Warp storm, and rushed toward Baal.

Another horrifying existence in the Blood God's realm seemed even more savage and crazy than An'ggrath, seemingly having tasted no emotions other than anger in the long years since its birth.

On top of his head was a layer of things like a mane mixed with steel cables, iron chains, tumors, and nails, looking extremely horrifying.

His flesh wings stirred up a storm in the Warp. That was a pair of wings like the devils in ancient Terra legends. Under the wings, he held a weapon in each of his bright red arms... a chainaxe wailing and roaring, as if millions of souls were trapped in it, and a pitch-black greatsword, from which the painful hisses of daemons came from time to time.

Angron, the Daemon Primarch Angron, one of the Emperor's twenty-one extraordinary offspring, a demigod fallen into the hands of the Blood God.

He brandished the Spine-Grinder chainaxe forged with the lives of thousands and the daemon weapon Samni'arius forged from a Slaanesh daemon, letting out a roar full of unprovoked anger.

The reflection of the Baal tri-star system appeared before him. The Blood God's will was injected into Angron's shell, and the fire of anger burned like a wildfire in the Daemon Primarch's body.

Angron shook his wings and leaped toward the reality universe, however—————

The Warp wind swept across the broken webway near the Baal tri-star system, and the tied braids fluttered along with it.

Angron seemed to hear the cry of an eagle. That cry seemed to pierce his anger, stabbing deep into his consciousness.

He did not arrive at Baal; he inexplicably stood on a grassland.

Wild laughter rang in Angron's ears, the boundless grassland extended under Angron's feet, and in the distance, the singing of grassland riders vaguely rang out.

"I sacrificed to the banner visible in the distance!"

"I beat the war drum of black yak skin!"

"I ride the black fast horse! I wear the iron-hard armor!"

"Pick up the steel spear! Nock the sharp arrow wrapped in mountain peach skin!"

"Get on the horse! Get on the horse! Fight with the running dogs of that evil star!"

The eagle's cry became clearer, and Angron heard footsteps ringing behind him.

"The stars rotate, the nations wage war!"

"There's not even time to sleep in bed!"

"Robbing and plundering each other!"

"The world turns, the nations attack!"

"There's not even time to sleep in the quilt!"

"Fighting and killing each other!"

"No time to think, only to do one's best!"

"Arrive where you say you'll arrive! Go and crush the hard stone!"

"Attack where you say you'll attack! Go and smash the hard rock!"

"Split the high mountains, dry up the deep waters! Go and kill the enemy bravely like this!"

In the depths of Angron's broken memories were memories about this voice. That voice laughed heartily, like gusts of grassland wind:

"This is an ancient ballad from the grassland. You see, we Chogoris people know war better than you!"

"My brother who is never happy, I am glad you are still so blind and angry."

Angron let out an angry roar, turned his head, and the grassland centered on him began to burn fiercely.

The owner of that voice turned into a hazy silhouette in the fire, only the power saber in his hand shining brightly.

"In case you forget, the name of this sword is Bai Hu. The ancient Chogoris language says: Bai Hu cries in the morning, thunder sounds in the four fields."

"Now, slave, come and taste the sword storm of the grassland."

Angron let out a roar full of anger.

(End of chapter)