Chapter 562: Perturabo: Why am I working overtime again??

On the homeworld of the Crimson Angels, Corinal.

Hundreds of millions of skulls piled up like mountains, building a temple where beauty, terror, and strangeness coexist. Blood constantly flowed from the eye sockets dug out of these skulls, filling the blood pool in the center of the temple.

Nine groups of eight scions of Sanguinius knelt in the blood pool, praising the name of the Archangel.

And in the circle they surrounded, the crimson angel bathed in blood. Blood slid down from his hair, flowing over his body without half a piece of clothing, revealing an eerie beauty.

But when the scions of Sanguinius surrounding him looked at him, what was awakened in their minds was not the feeling of beauty, but a suffocating anger and thirst for blood.

All living beings are born with impulses: the impulse to eat, the impulse to abuse, the impulse to enjoy, the impulse to anger, the impulse to revenge...

And the scions of Sanguinius are born with the impulse to thirst for blood.

They crave to chew on the neck muscles of the living, seize the hot blood in them, crave to gnaw on the corpses of the dead, and taste the cold body fluids in them.

They were born to seize blood. The Hua Hua Hua Di Huang shaped them like this, the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang turned them into this, and the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang expected them to be like this.

It's just that for a long ten thousand years, their nature, their impulses, and their scarlet thirst have been suppressed.

Suppression does not mean it will disappear. The beast in the cage will no longer have the chance to hunt, but it does not mean that he will not miss the moment of gnawing on the internal organs of the prey with fangs.

When impulses are suppressed, nature is distorted, and thirst is shackled, then all this will accumulate into anger.

This anger has been accumulated for ten thousand years. Ten thousand years ago, Sanguinius put shackles on them, asking them to suppress this instinct.

But ten thousand years later, Sanguinius returned. He declared that the suppression of the long years was a mistake.

Thirst for blood is the nature of him and his scions.

The so-called purity, perfection, and art are just a mistake, a subtle error produced in his drifting in the Warp.

+Accept your anger+

+Release your anger+

Whispers rang in the ears of the scions of Sanguinius, persuading them to abandon all disguises and accept the scorching anger deep in their hearts.

The Red Angel let out a low laugh, watching with joy as more and more scions of Sanguinius merged with his spirit.

He is the anger itself, the thirst-for-blood instinct of the Blood Angels suppressed by Sanguinius, the collection of the anger of all the scions of Sanguinius for ten thousand years.

Originally in the Blood God's plan, the Red Angel would merge with Sanguinius in ten thousand years, making Sanguinius the Daemon Primarch of the Blood God.

But a small Blood Angel apothecary, Meros, replaced Sanguinius and threw himself into the Khorne artifact, the Rage Fire, making the Blood God's plan fail.

Although the Red Angel was born because he occupied Meros's body, he was never complete, because the vast majority of Blood Angels are still curbing their anger.

There is also one point...

+No, remember the teachings of Sanguinius! +

+Do not yield to anger! +

+Sons of Sanguinius! Do not fail the blood of Sanguinius! +

A series of weak roars came from the Red Angel's body, and the scions of Sanguinius connected with the Red Angel were shaken slightly.

The Red Angel let out a low roar full of thirst and anger, and then suppressed the hesitation in their hearts.

That is the soul of apothecary Meros. Even though the Red Angel occupied this body for ten thousand years and tortured that soul for ten thousand years, he never completely wiped it out.

"It's almost there, it's almost there..."

The Red Angel whispered softly.

The Lord of Change depicted a destiny for him. He will completely replace Sanguinius, devour Sanguinius's essence, and become a brand-new Primarch.

And the Lord of Blood gave him unparalleled power for this destiny, letting him usurp Sanguinius's throne.

But this is not enough. The Red Angel even went to hook up with the other two gods...

Nurgle refused him without hesitation. Mortarion descended from the sky like a pale death god and drove him out of Nurgle's garden.

And Slaanesh, the Lord of Thirst, hesitated.

On one hand, the Lord of Thirst did see the possibility of the Red Angel. If the Red Angel really replaced Sanguinius and became the new Sanguinius, it would indeed be very tempting... This gave the Lord of Thirst a chance to share Sanguinius, this Primarch.

But the Lord of Thirst was still unwilling to fall out with Zhou Yun. At least before Zhou Yun ascended to a god position and completely suppressed Ynnead, Slaanesh did not want to fall out with Zhou Yun.

Slaanesh finally refused the Red Angel's request. He temporarily still stood on the side of that Saint Doraemon.

But fortunately, the Red Angel has other allies...

Electricity, sparks, and splashing thoughts appeared before the blood pool. The figure of the Creator, Vashtorr, displayed his posture from it.

Steel wings trembled slightly, and eyes as red as furnace fire stared at the Red Angel in mid-air.

And beside Vashtorr, Primarch Perturabo and Chaos Warmaster Abaddon also appeared.

"I have completed the layout, my ally." Vashtorr's voice was like squeaking steam. As his voice sounded, electric sparks flashed across the entire planet Corinal.

Those are Vashtorr's nerve nodes, through which he can perceive everything on the entire planet and connect with the entire planet.

"My fleet is also in the position where they should be." Chaos Warmaster Abaddon's gloomy gaze swept across this entire blood pool and finally settled on the Red Angel. His expression became a bit strange.

Perturabo's expression was a bit similar to Abaddon's.

The Red Angel changed his appearance to be extremely similar to Sanguinius, only with a more bloodthirsty and eerie feeling than Sanguinius, and he didn't wear clothes, exposing his pale muscular body to the air, letting blood flow over his body.

Sanguinius's body is indeed perfect... This is the thought that flashed through Abaddon and Perturabo's minds together.

"The fleet is not important." Perturabo moved his gaze away from the Red Angel slightly and changed the subject.

This point is known to the Red Angel, Vashtorr, and Perturabo himself.

The truly critical thing is the Primarch.

"I have made enough arrangements and do not fear Sanguinius." Perturabo deployed a large number of Iron Circle robots to fight Sanguinius: "But, our enemies are not just Sanguinius."

"If Lion and Sanguinius descend on this planet together, who will deal with him?"

Perturabo's gaze swept across the Red Angel, Vashtorr, and Abaddon. ===== CHAPTER 563 =====