Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 716 (17) Warm up by killing a Chaos Lord first

The desperate pressure brought by the name "Kahn" eventually caused a subtle ripple of emotion between the two indomitable Astartes and the heroic elder sister.

Sigismund could not smell the fear in other people now—his lifelike nose and the structures beneath it were just a careful imitation of the living—but his multiple sensors could pick up these subtle changes.

However, when Saint Celestine came over and splashed the golden light she carried on the people, these negative emotions were immediately covered by more positive feelings.

With the additional psychic vision provided by Sigismund's bionic eye, he silently watched the golden light.

They radiate from the living saints, and once they touch people's negative emotions, they will immediately begin to suppress these emotions and at the same time dig out solid spiritual sustenance as firewood from the depths of people's memories and souls and ignite them, thus enhancing the other party's will.

The annotations on this phenomenon in his database basically explained it as a special telepathic psychic power based on the human soul, and told him that this psychic ability was more obviously manifested in certain primarchs and their descendants, such as the Fifteenth and Seventeenth Legions and their Primarchs, but there were still differences in different directions between the two; there were more additions to these later, but Sigismund would not add them to his own thinking sequence for the time being.

He knew that the Kahn he knew would arrive here soon, and he would give due courtesy and respect to this reunion after ten thousand years.

The Blood God's chosen one will only walk a straight line of blood and death towards his goal.

"Sister." He turned to the tall, strong woman who was visibly tense. His analysis also led him to the conclusion that she had something against him.

But Saint Celestine asked everyone to try their best to assist this Grand Marshal, whose appearance was somewhat inconsistent with his legend, just as they assisted her.

As for those disrespectful words and other things...the living saint said it was a miracle, so don't worry about it.

Rivinia had short dark black hair half dyed white, and the same was true of her finely crafted power armor. Parchment scrolls and red sacred wax seals decorated her black and white armor. A ruby ​​teardrop was embedded on her slightly stern and cold cheek - this was the main symbol of their order, and it could be seen everywhere on the buildings here.

"Report to me the current troop deployment and defense situation."

"The Lower Nest and the Lower Nest are jointly defended by the Imperial Fists squad and the Cydric Star Army that were sent earlier. I have ordered all the roads around the monastery fortress to be blown up or have armored gates lowered. Only the middle road leading to the Sacred Staircase and the square is passable. It is also the only way to get here from the Lower Nest. The most elite part of the Cydric Star Army is deployed in the square. Eight thousand people and their political commissars, as well as forty-two Rhinos and armored personnel carriers, and the Valkyrie Flying Squadron is deployed in the air for support."

"The line is too long and has no thickness at all." As an extremely experienced commander, he saw through her plan at a glance. "Their training and courage are definitely not enough to support them to use this line to fight against Khorne's berserker army. You don't expect the Seidrika army to hold on at all. You just want to use their death to slow down the enemy's advance and wait for their commander to catch up. What did you put in the reserve behind?"

"All my Exorcist heavy firepower teams and all the Order's rhinos and troop carriers." She answered briefly, without denying the other arrangements. "Suffering is the glory of serving Him, and sacrifice is for victory."

There was a hint of surprise on Lorian's flawless face, but there was no pity, while the expression on Pavas' only half human face looked more like helplessness and calmness.

"What did Desorian say? He told him to gather the surviving soldiers of the Fourth Company and move towards us. Did he do it? Pavas?"

“Captain Desorian is still in command of our remaining four squads. All the vehicles, Land Speeders and Raiders, and the brothers with Terminators and Jump Packs—fighting on the way down here, and from what I’ve learned, they’re scattered across at least three different layers—that’s our squad. I reported what I saw and the orders I received, but he didn’t believe you were Sigismund, and even less that you ordered him to stand aside because you planned to fight Khârn yourself.”

The technical sergeant stated the facts in a straightforward manner. "You have to know that even after watching the advent of Saint Celestine, he still believed that she was a witch and could not be trusted."

Sister Levinia gave her a dangerous look, and Pavas responded with a half smile on his half-iron skull.

"All right. Let him be. Revise the plan. I didn't summon him because I needed their strength to attack Kahn."

Pavas showed a surprised and somewhat hurt expression, "Then why did you..."

"I will protect you." A huge explosion accompanied by a spreading cloud of blood and dense gunfire like a rainstorm rushed towards them quickly from the distance of the only passage in front of them.

Cultists and warriors swarmed out of the Chaos Tanks and Termite Drills of the Khorne Warband like army ants. Some of them directly chopped off the heads of their own allies in order to grab the first position in the front row to be beheaded. Amid the flying blood and tracers of stray bullets, a horrifying throne of bones was erected on a super-heavy Storm Tank that was completely covered with blood-smeared eight-pointed stars and Khorne symbols, as well as a freshly chopped-off skull. On it sat a figure larger than a Dreadnought.

This former World Eaters Space Marine no longer resembles a human. His mouth protrudes forward, his canine teeth are elongated, and his nose has become a dog's nose tip. The Butcher's Nails drag behind his deformed skull like a braid. Blood vessels bulge out on his bright red skin, which is wrapped around a body that is almost bursting with muscles. Above his waist, there is nothing but two broken shoulder armors, and in his hands are a pair of huge chain axes burning with demonic fire.

"Is that Kahn? The throne!" Lorian exclaimed, but he had already raised his grenade launcher. The Pure Angels squad of the Battle Sisters and the Flying Bag Arbiters of the Imperial Fists flew into the sky and began shooting at the monster and the enemies around it.

Pavas was clearly not mistaken, "That's not him."

"This is Holdeth the Slayer, Lord of the Khorne Warband and Fleet."

Sigismund had drawn his sword, and pressed it to his forehead, and was walking towards the oncoming tide of war.

"But that won't be the case anytime soon."

A few seconds after Lorian saw the legendary swordsman walk towards the enemy, he heard a huge sound of breaking through the air.

He vaguely realized that it was the sonic boom made by the enemy's charge.

As Sigismund rushed into the enemy group at such a terrifying speed with the impact force of a small warship, the defenders saw an extremely spectacular and unbelievable cruel scene.

The bright yellow figure was passing through those bloody and wild war machines at a speed that no human could ever achieve, leaving behind only piles of scrap metal, fireballs erupting from detonating ammunition, and countless lifeless limbs that were instantly scattered like pink, gold, and red petals; a Hell Beast, twenty feet tall and covered in blood, rushed furiously towards the small Imperial Fist, and heavy bombs exploded on the suddenly emerging shield, creating balls of fire like fireworks, and then before Lorian could ask the question "Can we win?", its eternal suffering was ended by Sigismund's blade.

Holdens also noticed this unusual charge. He roared and swung his huge axe. The axe blade slashed through a cultist who dared to get too close to him, easily splitting the body in two. The axe immediately greedily devoured the victim's flesh and blood, leaving only a bloody skull falling to the ground. He jumped up and pounced on Sigismund.

"You unclean traitor! Demon!" the elder sister roared, "Sisters! Expel it with me!"

The exorcist hymn sounded passionately, and the Astartes, the Sisters of Battle, and the Sedrakans rushed towards the Chaos Lord with determination...

A distorted howl lingered in everyone's ears. It was the real scream of terror that Holders felt when he found himself unable to return to the curtain.

The first verse of the hymn has not yet been sung.

The defenders cheered like the sound of the sea.

Only the Astartes and the Sisters of Battle who rushed to Sigismund's side saw his serious face. He was frowning and staring at the end of the passage leading to the square below.

There, the blood mist that had just dissipated a lot due to Holdens' death became thick again.

More demonic figures loomed among them.

"coming."

(End of this chapter)