Chapter 570

Bang!!!!

In the end, it was the perception trained by the Superpower Training Box that helped Finney react.

His body turned violently, the power sword in his hand held horizontally, and it collided with that teardrop-shaped spear similar to the Spear of Telos.

A massive force like a meteorite hitting the ground struck; Finney only felt that the power of this spear was several times more powerful than the chainsword Seth swung at him with all his might in the training ground, almost shattering the bones in his arm.

Finney's eyes were wide with rage; he was not only squeezing every bit of strength from his superhuman body, but even every strand of will in his brain was squeezed out, turning into telekinesis to block the spear.

Bang!!!!

A crisp sound rang out; the power sword in Finney's hand could not bear the weight and broke directly on the spot, inserting itself diagonally into the ground nearby.

Also bounced away was that blood-stained, filthy spear.

"To be able to block this spear, you can be considered among the top tier among the Astartes who have the blood of Sanguinius flowing in them."

A clear voice rang out; wings of white stained with blood trembled slowly, and hair like golden silk danced against the foul-smelling wind.

The moment that figure appeared, in this feeding ground filled with blood, a scorching rage suddenly burst out in the hearts of all the battle-brothers who had the blood of Sanguinius flowing in them.

Especially after seeing the face of that figure, that rage became even more intense...

That face was almost exactly the same as Sanguinius, only the eyes were more blood-red, and the fangs slightly protruded from the upper lip, appearing much more bloodthirsty than the real Sanguinius.

The demon of the Blood God, the Red Angel born from the anger of all the Blood Angels, descended into this feeding ground, staring at Finney with a kind of bright red hunger.

"If you are willing to accept your true desires and release your anger, you will be even more outstanding," the Red Angel said with a smile.

Every word he said was stimulating Finney, constantly awakening the scarlet hunger within Finney.

Finney gritted his teeth, suppressing the hunger and anger in his body while growling: "Fake."

This sentence made the Red Angel sneer two or three times: "Fake?"

"How do you know that the Sanguinius originally intended to be shaped by the Cursed One was not me in this appearance?"

"All living beings know that the Blood Angels come from the genetic sequence of Sanguinius, but before Sanguinius returned, where did those ghouls look like angels at all?"

"Ghouls were the Cursed One's arrangement for you, for Sanguinius; angels were just a mutation that occurred by coincidence."

"You shouldn't suppress your nature; accepting it, accepting that you are ghouls, will make you more comfortable."

"... You also deserve to call yourself a Primarch?" Finney gritted his teeth, trying to maintain his sanity while pointing his broken sword at the Red Angel: "Since that's the case, why are you hiding your head and showing your tail, not daring to face Sanguinius and Lion El'Jonson directly?"

Finney had just noticed that the Red Angel was not as close to a Primarch as he said.

If it were the real Sanguinius who made a move, Finney would have had no possibility of blocking that spear just now.

The Red Angel was not that strong!!

Finney had sparred with many experts among the Blood Angels over the past few decades.

In his impression, among the Blood Angels, apart from the Primarch, the most powerful without using psychic powers was Lord Dante, who had undergone Primaris transformation, followed by the Chapter Master of the Flesh Tearers, Gabriel Seth, and Seth was far stronger than Finney.

According to Finney's judgment, the Red Angel's strength was at most slightly stronger than Dante's, far from Sanguinius.

Finney, at least, still had the strength to fight.

The Red Angel's cheek twitched slightly, as if Finney's words had stimulated him a bit.

"Soon you will know what to call me..." the Red Angel let out a low growl with the smell of blood.

The bloody ritual was being held; Krenar itself was a sacrificial ground, and those descendants of Sanguinius who died full of anger were the Red Angel's sacrifices.

The Red Angel could feel the blood flowing, could feel that he was getting closer and closer to Sanguinius; soon it would be... soon it would be...

"Why talk nonsense with them? Just kill them." A low growl woke the Red Angel.

Profane Chaos evil energy turned into a raging wind; the tall man wearing Terminator power armor and sporting a topknot walked into the feeding ground, stepping on the pool of blood. In his hand, he carried a ghostly blue magic sword gathered from countless human faces; just looking at the sword made all the humans present feel like they were facing a natural enemy.

The Chaos Warmaster, Abaddon the Despoiler, looked around coldly:

"Everything is going according to our plan; that C'tan has blocked Lion El'Jonson, and Perturabo has also blocked Sanguinius; the only problem is that Vashtorr doesn't know where he ran off to."

"Why don't you hurry up and kill, complete the ritual, and let you replace Sanguinius?"

A big reason why Abaddon was anxious was that he was currently relying on Vashtorr's creations to restore his combat power to its peak.

But the efficacy of Vashtorr's creations had a time limit; the longer it dragged on, the more likely Abaddon was to turn back into that severely injured and paralyzed state, which was even more dangerous.

"You're right."

The Red Angel smiled:

"I really shouldn't waste any more mercy on this traitor."

"Finney, go to hell."

The moment the words fell, the Red Angel's figure arrived in front of Finney; at some point, that spear resembling the Spear of Telos was also in the Red Angel's hand.

The spear stabbed down instantly; Finney tried his best to raise his broken sword to block it.

But the Red Angel's strength was actually a notch stronger than just now, forcibly shaking away the broken sword in Finney's hand.

"Fool, you, a mere Captain, also deserve to fight me?"

"I am the embryo of the Primarch, the Red Angel who will eventually replace Sanguinius."

"Every time an Astartes with the Holy Blood flowing in him dies full of anger on this planet, I will be one step closer to the Primarch."