Chapter 576

Gabriel Angelos grabbed the scorching fire of rage and dragged it out from that series of complex rituals.

The raging fire came to an abrupt end, and the anger of the dead Blood Angels, restrained within it, was released, rapidly dispersing in the Warp.

Losing the support of this anger, the ritual that pierced through reality and the material universe came to an abrupt end, collapsed with a bang, and the fire surging within it also vanished into thin air.

Gabriel Angelos felt with amazement that scorching Khorne artifact; his ceramite power armor was slowly melting under that high temperature.

He could clearly feel that the power of this artifact was stronger than most of the relics collected in the Blood Ravens' relic vault, and its power was extraordinary.

The other Blood Ravens who followed him in also hurriedly reached out to help Gabriel lift this Khorne artifact.

As the ritual collapsed with a bang, the Khorne Bloodthirster guarding before the fire of rage finally noticed that something was wrong.

That scarlet Greater Demon looked blankly at the collapsing ritual, stretched out his muscular arm, and scratched his head in confusion, not understanding why the ritual had suddenly collapsed.

He turned his head with intense confusion, and then... and then he saw a group of Astartes in dark red power armor, who were scrambling to lift the fire of rage...

"Ah?" The Bloodthirster let out an at-a-loss "ah."

In an instant, those Blood Ravens who were moving the fire of rage looked at the Bloodthirster in unison.

The Bloodthirster was stunned for a moment, and then reacted; blood rushed to his head instantly, making his already red face even redder.

"Little thieves!!!" The Bloodthirster let out a barbaric roar, picked up his roaring chainaxe, stepped into the pool of blood, and then leaped up, hacking toward the Blood Ravens who were moving the fire of rage.

Gabriel Angelos stepped forward, and his God-Splitter collided with the Bloodthirster.

This powerful warhammer contained fragments of the Aeldari God of War Khaine's sword; the moment it was swung, it seemed to have a rage roaring even more powerful than the Khorne Bloodthirster, forcibly fighting the Bloodthirster to a draw.

The Bloodthirster and Gabriel Angelos each retreated two steps.

"Good opponent! Come again!" The Bloodthirster let out an impassioned battle roar; he had thought they were just a group of little thieves, but he didn't expect there to be an expert among them.

"Good!" Gabriel Angelos gripped his warhammer and roared, seemingly also provoked into battle intent.

The Bloodthirster laughed wildly; he had been dissatisfied with his mission of being away from the battlefield and guarding this damn thing, and now that someone was willing to come and have a fight, he was naturally very happy.

The Bloodthirster leaped up, the chainaxe in his hand rolling, gnawing at the air, tearing reality, and hacking fiercely toward Gabriel Angelos, who looked serious as if he were prepared for a death fight.

But just at this moment, Gabriel Angelos, the elite Blood Ravens he brought, and that Khorne artifact, the fire of rage, were all covered by a bright teleportation light.

Then, they all disappeared from this cave in the blink of an eye.

The Bloodthirster's axe swung into empty air and smashed heavily into the pool of blood.

Blood Ravens' ancestral relic: Ancient Teleportation Device!

The Bloodthirster was stunned again, and then let out a series of foul language that even Nurgle demons would find dirty.

But the Red Angel cursed even dirtier than the Bloodthirster.

He watched helplessly as the fire of rage was stolen, the ritual collapsed with a bang, and the anger of the sons of Sanguinius that supported him disappeared, leaving him alone to face this Primarch of red and gold.

Sanguinius looked down from the sky, overlooking the Red Angel in mid-air.

The Red Angel felt a bone-chilling fear.

The pity Sanguinius had just shown was for his descendants, for the anger accumulated by his descendants over ten thousand years.

And not for the Red Angel, the demon fabricated by the Blood God on top of that anger.

The Red Angel let out a panicked wail, then turned and ran, trying to stay away from Sanguinius's will.

The collapse of the ritual was not entirely a bad thing for him; without the ritual forcing him to fuse with Sanguinius, he didn't need to gamble on the slim possibility of Sanguinius being replaced by him.

He could escape; he could crawl back into his demon body and then escape into the Warp.

Sanguinius looked down at the Red Angel from the sky, saying nothing, nor did he pursue, just letting the Red Angel flee.

As the Red Angel got further and further away from the sky, the things around him gradually began to enter the material level from the consciousness level; everything in the Warp was receding, and his spirit gradually fell from the position of absolute primacy; the planet named Krenar began to appear again.

The Red Angel saw his body; the fire on his body was extinguishing bit by bit, and his skin was also peeling off as the fire extinguished, turning into ashes and dissipating in mid-air.

That appearance, which had once been almost exactly the same as Sanguinius, collapsed in the blink of an eye, revealing a skeletal frame burning with raging fire.

That was the Red Angel's true appearance.

Or rather, it was the body of the apothecary named Meros, who had been possessed by the Red Angel ten thousand years ago.

That body had been burned into this state by the Red Angel's fire over ten thousand years and was already near its limit.