From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 588: The prayers were not answered, only the blood god's laughter echoed in the subspace rift

The warp rift was like a festering wound, tearing open at the inner edge of the planetary space called Fular, and "sticky" scarlet energy oozed out of the dimensional crack like blood.

With silent distortion, the hideous bows of the first batch of World Eaters warships pierced into the real universe. These steel behemoths blessed by Khorne were covered with bone spurs and skull decorations on their surfaces, and corrosive blood mist continuously spewed out from the seams of the ship's armor.

Thirty-seven Chaos-tainted warships formed a blasphemous encirclement, the bloody light from their engine nozzles dyed Fular's atmosphere a sickly pink.

In low-Earth orbit, the Star Destroyer left behind by the Galactic Empire had just turned to a alert posture, its armor reflecting flashes of "panic" in the blood-red light.

"For the Blood God——!!!"

Moreover, a deafening war cry broke out in the fleet channel of Fular's side.

At the same time, the World Eaters' ship's fire control system immediately locked onto the target.

Ri~whoosh——whoosh——!
As the energy of the warp boiled in the barrel of the gun, the first salvo tore through the cold vacuum of space.

Hundreds of scarlet beams traced deadly trajectories, mixed with cursed physical shells, and these warheads were filled with the ashes of Khorne's believers. When they hit the target, they would burst into crazy psychic screams.

The shield of the leading star destroyer was torn to pieces like thin paper when it came into contact with the dense barrage of attacks, and the terrified faces of the officers were reflected in the observation windows of the bridge.

Boom. Boom——! !

Explosions one after another created silent sparks in low-Earth orbit.

A frigate tried to escape urgently, but was hit accurately at the moment its engine started. The blue energy vortex generated by the overload of its hyperspace drive was instantly dyed blood red by the subsequent artillery fire.

The wreckage fell into the atmosphere like flowers scattered from the sky, leaving dozens of burning scars in the sky of Fular.

The ground defense system was only belatedly activated at this moment, and the blaster turrets fired green beams into the sky in vain, while the second wave of attacks from the World Eaters had already arrived.

Those metallic meteors falling from orbit burned in Fular's atmosphere, dragging blood-red tails like a backward meteor shower.

The battle on track has become one-sided.

The World Eaters' main battleship used its giant claw-like bone arms to grab a resisting Star Destroyer, and its sharp fingertips directly pierced the opponent's fragile bridge.

Through the broken observation window, one could see the Imperial officers struggling in pain in the vacuum environment, their blood coagulating into floating red pearls in the weightlessness.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Skull sacrifice to the skull throne!"

The battle cry of the World Eaters echoed across the battlefield through the full-band communications. Even the anti-aircraft gunners on the ground could hear the creepy roar.

Three attack ships blessed by Khorne formed a wedge-shaped array. The huge cannons on their bows began to charge, and dark red energy pulsated in the barrels like a beating heart.

With a blinding flash of light, these profane weapons fired not ordinary plasma beams, but a torrent of destruction composed of coagulated blood and metal fragments.

The wreckage of the Fular Orbital Defense Station spun in space, its main structure split in two by some kind of giant chainsaw weapon, with molten metal dripping from the broken parts.

The surviving turrets were still firing on auto-pilot, but those green blaster beams seemed so powerless against the psychic shields of the World Eaters.

Not only that, the World Eaters fleet also released a large number of "meteors".
That is, there are thousands of airdrop pods, and each of them is loaded with the most elite warriors of the World Eaters. The surface of the airdrop pods is etched with blasphemous runes, and it emits a shrill scream under the high temperature.

The belly armor plates of the World Eaters' ships were seen unfolding one after another, revealing densely packed airdrop silos.

These airdrop pods are shaped like enlarged bullets, with rough reliefs covering their surfaces, depicting the painful faces of victims sacrificed to the Blood God.

“Hahahaha! Die—die die!”

"Show these cowards a taste of real war!"

Following another battle cry from the World Eaters on the omni-channel communication, airdrop pods were ejected one after another. The moment they separated from the mothership, their thrusters spewed out scarlet flames, like blood arrows being shot.

The second and third waves followed quickly, and soon the entire near-Earth orbit of Fular was covered with these deadly "seeds", and their falling trajectories wove a giant web of death in the planet's atmosphere.

In the observation station on the surface, the defenders watched in horror as the sky was gradually covered by blood-red meteors.

Buzz~——Woo——!!

The air raid sirens screamed miserably, but everyone knew that this was just the last gasp of the dying world.

Fular surface;
Kovax, this huge mining city, lies across Fular's largest promethium vein, like a festering scar embedded in the surface of the planet.

The towering smelting towers spew out endless industrial waste gas, dyeing the sky a sickly orange-red.

The city is divided by an invisible boundary——

The northern area is home to the Governor's Palace, corporate headquarters and officers' residential quarters. The huge glass-walled buildings gleam with a cold light under the sun.
The southern area, on the other hand, is a densely packed hive of workers, with countless crude prefabricated houses stacked on top of each other. The narrow streets are always filled with the sour smell of inferior synthetic food.

Here, the gap between the rich and the poor is thicker than the atmosphere.

The elites in the North enjoyed luxuries from the Outer Rim, and their children studied in private academies how to manage more miners, while the laborers in the South went underground day after day, slowly dying from the erosion of promethium radiation.

Criminal gangs, black marketeers, imperial tax collectors, all the so-called "elites" are tearing their share of the city's flesh.

However, today, both the rich and powerful in the North District and the poor in the South District raised their heads and looked towards the sky in horror.

The shrieking of air raid sirens tore through the hustle and bustle of the city, but soon, another sound covered everything. It was the shrieking of metal tearing through the atmosphere, coming from far away and getting closer, like the whisper of death.

Boom-boom! !

The first airdrop capsule smashed into the central square of the North District, and the shock wave shattered the glass of the surrounding buildings.

Then came the second and third, and seemingly countless airdrop pods fell like meteorites, some smashing through the dome of luxury apartments, and some directly crashing into the slums of the working class area.

Then, there was a moment of silence.

The wind blew up dust and the alarms were still echoing, but everyone held their breath and stared at the steaming metal "coffins".

Bang—bang—!
The doors of the warehouse were opened one after another, revealing the scarlet lights inside, and.
"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God! Skull sacrifice to the Skull Throne!!!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The war cry sounded like thunder, and the World Eaters rushed out immediately.

They are more terrifying than the monsters in the legends.

The power armor was covered in dried blood scabs, and between the teeth of the chainsaw axe were scraps of flesh from the previous world.

Scarlet eyes shone through the gaps in their helmets, and what came out of their throats were not human voices, but beast-like roars.

The local stormtroopers tried to organize a defense, green and red blaster beams weaving in a network across the streets.

But the World Eaters didn't even bother to dodge - buzz~ - snap~!
Their armor directly bounced off the "weak" blaster beams, while their axes and swords easily split the armor of the stormtroopers.

A stormtrooper raised his blaster rifle, and the next second, his vision was spinning.
It turned out that his head had flown into the air, while his body was still standing there, the blood spurting from his carotid artery splashed on the World Eater's armor and was then greedily absorbed.

The security robots lined up and fired, but their logic processors could not understand why the enemies in front of them were not afraid of death.

A World Eater was hit in the chest by a blaster, but it just laughed wildly and used its chainsaw axe to split the robot in half, sparks and hydraulic fluid spurted out.

Hundreds of millions of workers tried to escape, but the World Eaters had already blocked the main exits of many mining areas.

They are in no rush to kill everyone because they are enjoying the hunt.

A World Eater grabbed a Twi'lek who was trying to hide, lifted him up by the tentacles, admired the look of fear, and then—

Puff————!!

The tentacles were torn off abruptly, and before the Twi'lek could finish his scream of pain, the chainsaw axe had already torn his chest apart.

This is not a war, this is a sacrifice.

The World Eaters piled the bodies into a pyramid, with the head of the stormtrooper at the top.

They smeared the symbol of an eight-pointed star on the ground with their blood, and their fanatical battle cries echoed over the city.

And at the highest point of the city——

On the balcony of the Governor's Palace, the Governor of Fular collapsed to the ground, watching his guards being slaughtered.

A World Eater equipped with a Terminator walked up the steps, and the heavy footsteps sounded like a death knell.

"No, please." The Governor stretched out his hand tremblingly.

The World Eater didn't reply, only raised his chainsaw axe.

Buzz~——！ ！ Sizzle——！ ！

The roar of the chainsaw axe drowned out the governor's final plea. The jagged axe blade easily tore through his expensive velvet robe, then skin, muscle, and bone.

Blood spurted out like a fountain, staining the clean floor of the balcony red.

The governor's upper body was almost split in half, his internal organs and broken bones scattered all over the ground. His head rolled down the stairs, his eyes still wide open in horror, as if he couldn't believe that death came so quickly.

The World Eater Terminator stared down at his masterpiece, the respirator under his helmet making a low hissing sound.

It stretched out its armored fingers, grasped the Governor's head, raised it high into the sky, and let out a deafening roar:

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God! Skull sacrifice to the Skull Throne!!!"

The death of the Governor became the last straw that broke the camel's back for Fular's defense.

The already chaotic command system collapsed in an instant.

The stormtrooper officers were horrified to find that their communication channels were filled with only chaotic screams and war cries, with no effective orders coming.

Some squads were still holding out, but more soldiers had already begun to flee.

Where have they seen chaos?
The World Eaters are neither human nor beast, with an average height of over two meters. Their power armor is covered with hideous spikes and skull decorations. Blaster rifle fire can only leave insignificant burn marks on their armor.

What's even more terrifying are the chaotic creatures that come with them.

Bloodhounds leaped from the shadows, their skin peeling back to reveal bloody muscle, fangs dripping with caustic saliva, and pounced on stormtroopers and ripped out their throats.

The bloodletters wielded serrated knives, their laughter sounded like the friction of metal. The stormtroopers' blaster beams passed through their bodies, but they had no effect as if they hit phantoms. The next second, their blades had already cut off the soldiers' heads.

The most despairing thing is the sky——

A scarlet Warp rift tore open in Fular's atmosphere, like a bleeding wound.

In the rift, countless distorted faces were wailing, and chaotic energy poured down like a rainstorm. The mortals who were contaminated would either go crazy on the spot, or their flesh and blood would mutate, and their limbs would be twisted into indescribable monsters.

In the center of the battlefield, a Chaos Wizard in a blood-red robe raised his staff high. His voice did not come from his throat, but echoed directly in everyone's mind:

"Fear, ants! Your souls will eventually belong to the Blood God!"

Its spells spread like a plague—

A stormtrooper suddenly fell to his knees. His skin began to crack and blood oozed from his pores. Finally, his whole body exploded into a ball of blood mist, and his soul was drawn out, turning into a twisted spirit, which wailed as it was sucked into the wizard's rune staff.

The weapons of another group of soldiers suddenly melted, and the scalding metal droplets burned their palms. Their flesh and blood began to wriggle, their fingers fused into claws, their spines twisted and deformed, and eventually they turned into a group of half-human, half-beast Chaos Eggs, frantically attacking their former comrades.

The morale of the stormtroopers completely collapsed.

And in this chaos, Fular's underground forces smelled "opportunity".

The gang thugs rushed into the luxury stores in the North District and looted them crazily, but under the erosion of chaos psionic energy, their greed soon turned into bloodthirst.

A gang member suddenly laughed wildly, split his accomplice's head with a machete, shouted the name of Khorne, rushed towards the nearest World Eater, and then
He was split into two halves by the opponent's axe.

The gunners of the Smugglers' Alliance wanted to escape in the chaos, but their spaceship had just taken off when it was crushed by giant claws that stretched out from the subspace rift, and the wreckage fell back to the ground like a burning meteor.

The most terrifying are criminals who are already mentally unstable.

They knelt on the ground and prayed to the cracks in the sky. Bloody runes appeared on their skin, their eyes turned red, and their muscles swelled. They gradually turned into low-level Khorne believers and joined in the massacre.

In the chaos, the civilians of Fular had nowhere to escape.

The wealthy people in the North District took refuge in reinforced shelters, but chaotic energy permeated every inch of space. Their electronic locks failed and the blast-proof doors were twisted by invisible forces.

Finally, the World Eaters kicked open the door, dragged out the people inside, beheaded them one by one, and sacrificed them.

The workers in the south area tried to hide in the mines, but the bloodhounds and bloodletters had already blocked the exits.

A mother huddled in the ruins holding her child, watching her husband being torn apart by a Chaos Spawn. She suffered a mental breakdown in extreme fear, laughing madly, and took the initiative to walk towards a World Eater, stretching her neck to meet the axe blade.

Some people knelt on the ground and prayed to the imaginary gods, hoping that a savior would come.

But their prayers went unanswered, only the Blood God's wild laughter echoed across the Warp rifts.

However, a fleet of Iron Warriors is sailing in the jump space, and its destination is Fular.
(End of this chapter)