Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 252:59, Asmodai's Repentance
The raging flames burned the planet's atmosphere, brilliant beams of light streaked across the sky, the entire planet Belia IV fell into smoke, and cumulus clouds carrying morbid thunder rolled and boiled.

Large swaths of twisted energy tore through the void, enveloping the entire planet in blasphemous flames.

Rolling dark clouds swept across the sky, as if being pulled into a huge vortex, tearing the sky into layers of twisted ripples.

From time to time, bright light would overflow from the center of the vortex, and every flash of light would outline more strange contours.

Countless demons were sent to this world. They let out sharp howls and joined this war which could be called a meat grinder.

One after another, red meteors slid down the atmosphere. Each meteor was filled with the unwillingness of the soldiers, but in the end, under the influence of the planet's gravity, they fell to the ground helplessly.

A terrible explosion swept across the earth, throwing debris mixed with blood and flesh into the air.

From time to time, a ring-shaped explosion would sound, suddenly lighting up in the dim wilderness. The brief light was so dazzling in this world.

In the dim light, one can see countless howling, roaring, and monsters with strange bodies.

The powers of Chaos vary, but they all manifest the same brutality.

With a roar as if wanting to tear everything to pieces, the giant beast opened its fang-filled mouth and foul-smelling saliva dripped from the corners of its mouth.

The dense swarm of magic flies was like a black storm, making a harsh buzzing sound.

The whole world has been covered by the tide of demons, and countless demons are roaring and rushing towards the huge city built of temples.

The Empire's army entrenched itself on the ruins of the Eldar, using the remains of the ancient race to fight back against the demons.

"For the Emperor!" The giant in iron armor was like an indestructible dam, shouting slogans in a hoarse voice.

Asmodai engaged in a bloody battle with the traitors who surrendered to Nurgle. His bolter had long been scrapped due to overloading, and the chainsword in his hand was completely worn out due to excessive chopping.

But he continued to hack and chop at the enemy without taking a single step back.

In the trench where Asmodai was, everyone except him was a mortal. Although the Imperium now had more than one million Astartes, most of the Astra Militarum had never seen a single one in their entire lives.

Compared to the vast galactic battlefield, the number of Space Marines is still extremely small.

Compared to the number of fallen warriors, Asmodai is outnumbered.

Fortunately, after undergoing the Primaris transformation surgery, he possesses powers far exceeding those of the Renegades.

With a whistling sound, he chopped off the head of a fallen warrior of the Plague Legion.

Asmodai did not stop, and the corpses of demons and fallen warriors piled up around him.

He stood on a mountain of flesh and blood, leading the mortal soldiers to resist the surging tide of demons.

Asmodai roared and tore a demon to pieces. After killing the enemy, he did not have the slightest time to rest.

Because more demons and fallen warriors pounced on him, beside him, the star soldiers were fighting with the demons with their fragile mortal bodies.

Seeing the soldiers fall, Asmodai felt a little guilty. The reason why the war situation had deteriorated to this point was all due to his willful behavior.

It was he who first proposed to chase the demon and deviate from the original mission trajectory.

Even Efilar, the commander, only agreed to his proposal under his guidance.

He blamed himself for the soldiers' deaths, and in the bloody battle, he gradually understood why the Lion King alienated him.

"With your foresight, have you seen that I would cause a disaster, father?" Asmodai asked the Lion King silently in his heart.

The Emperor and the Primarch reshaped the bodies of these ordinary men, giving them unparalleled power, but he did not know how to use it well.

His hatred for the traitors overwhelms his reason, causing him to drag Saints into danger and even the Warmaster may be ambushed by Chaos.

With such a guilty heart, Asmodai tragically discovered that if everything went to the worst outcome, even killing him ten thousand times would not be able to atone for his sins.

His willful behavior this time almost extinguished the hope that mankind had just regained.

Asmodai knew that he was unable to bear the consequences, so he could only treat himself more harshly. Every day he fought and fought without pause. Only by immersing himself in the battle would he not be heartbroken by the tragic future that might come.

"For the Emperor, for the Warmaster!"

Every time he killed a blasphemer, he would pray silently in his heart.

Because he had fought for so long in the fog of plague, his throat had almost completely lost its voice, and he could no longer use holy prayers to weaken the enemies of mankind.

With a crisp sound, a fallen warrior slashed the rusty blade in his hand towards Asmodai's heavy armor.

Although Asmodai killed the opponent immediately, his power armor was still damaged.

The screen inside the helmet showed an error in the energy transfer pump. The armor immediately became heavy, making every movement he made more strenuous.

Endless fatigue surged into his body, wearing down every cell in his body. Another demon jumped onto him.

The nails, covered with mold and tumors, attacked his helmet, trying to lift his mask and deal him a fatal blow.

Asmodai grabbed the opponent's body in his hands, then exerted force to tear it apart.

The demon roared, but it was of no avail. Its shoulder quickly cracked, disgusting flesh and tendons were disconnected one after another, and finally even the bones were broken.

Asmodai tore the demon's body in half and threw it on the ground. Without any time to rest, a new demon appeared before his eyes again.

He hadn't rested for a long time since the enemy launched the attack.

The noisy sound of battle seemed like an endless chorus, almost breaking my eardrums. After an unknown amount of time, the enemy finally began to retreat.

But this does not mean that humans have defeated them, but that the demons have not yet achieved their goal.

Anger showed on Asmodai's face. He knew that he had become bait, and what the demons really wanted to kill were the reinforcements coming to rescue them and the supreme commander of the empire.

"Rest where you are." Asmodai commanded the mortals, "Stay alert."

Even though he was an interrogation priest of the Dark Angels, he had already commanded many difficult battles in the past, and now he was just as adept at commanding mortals.

He arranged the defense and moved the seriously wounded soldiers to the rear.

Hearing Asmodai's order, the soldiers breathed a sigh of relief and fell to the ground like deflated balls.

The endurance of mortal soldiers is only enough to support them for a few hours of fighting. Fighting beyond their limits will cause their muscles to cramp.

Asmodai also sat down at this time, taking a short rest, even his muscles were twitching uncontrollably.

Excessive fatigue was like paste, sticking to every muscle of his.

The feeling of soreness spread all over the body.

"praise."

"Father."

A heretic Astartes with only half of his body left was crawling hard in the mud with foul-smelling pus and blood flowing out.

The evil and powerful warrior was in a state of disarray at this moment, but he still tried to shout and praise the god he believed in.

With his loving father's blessing, he possessed extraordinary vitality, and even though most of his body was gone, this terrible traitor to humanity was not dead yet.

Asmodai looked down at him mercilessly as soothing potions and the power armor's life support system were pumped into his body, soothing his damaged muscles.

"Seven Curses! Seven Blessings"

The Plague Warrior suddenly shouted, but before he could finish his last words, a power sword cut off his head.

The smelly corpse was still twisting restlessly.

One by one, the mortal warriors sat beside Asmodai.

"Political Commissar." Asmodai greeted him.

"Sir." The political commissar also saluted the tall soldier.

They had met in this war, fighting side by side until now, and they didn't even know each other's names.

The political commissar seemed to come with confusion and bewilderment. He wanted to ask Asmodai something, but found it difficult to open his mouth.

But in the end, he still mustered up the courage to ask. "Sir, will the Warmaster come to save us? I heard from some generals that our action this time was not authorized by the Warmaster, but was a private action."

Hear the political commissar's question.

Asmodai remained silent; the other party's words once again aroused his self-blame.

He digested this emotion uneasily.
"I don't know. Are you afraid of death, soldier?"

"No, I'm just worried that my death is meaningless." The political commissar shook his head slowly, and the confusion in his eyes became more and more intense.
"I fear that my death will be rejected by the Warmaster. How can I return to the throne with the dignity of those beloved warriors?"

The commissar's tone was filled with pain.

If he knew that this action was not permitted, he would definitely ask his superiors for clarification.

But at this point everything is irreversible.

They are trapped in this world and will most likely die in it.

The soldier is not afraid of death, but whenever he thinks that his death is meaningless, an uneasy crack appears in his strong heart.

Asmodai patted his shoulder and said, "This is not your fault. Follow the will of the Emperor and the Warmaster. As long as you shoot the bullet into the body of the enemy of humanity, you will be forgiven wherever the blood is shed."

His words made the political commissar feel better.

Along with the rapid sound of alarm, the distorted outlines emerged again in the dim wilderness.

A new battle is about to begin. Looking at the political commissar walking back to his position,
——The person who really shouldn’t be forgiven is me.

Asmodai said to himself with inner pain.

He picked up the weapon in his hand, his heart full of self-blame and anger. He did not dare to ask for the warmaster's forgiveness.

And in the huge temple city.

Efilar was discussing strategy with the Eldar Harlequin.

As the supreme commander here, she did not waver at all.

She never blamed Asmodai, and the only thing she thought about was how to defeat the powerful enemy.

Although the Eldar were aliens, Efilar had to admit that their arrival solved the urgent problem.

The Eldar brought a large amount of supplies to the Imperial Army, enough to sustain the consumption of a long war.

But what was beyond the Eldar's expectations was that they, too, fell into this world and could no longer leave.

Countless demons are watching them eagerly. Once they retreat into the webway, the demons will follow closely behind.

Not only will they die, but the webway will also be destroyed by demons again.

Therefore, the Eldar could only stay in Belia IV and wait for the arrival of the Imperial Warmaster with Efilar.

No matter how hard the imperial army tried, the situation in Villa IV continued to deteriorate.

All front-line positions were slowly being lost, and every trench was under attack from demons.

The loyal warriors retreated to the core of the temple city and defended themselves by relying on the special terrain.

Tides of demons, cultists, and human traitors are attacking continuously.

Horus dispatched his army to continuously break through the Empire's defenses.

Asmodai received the mission again, and this time he was responsible for leading the clergy to retreat into the core area.

Just at this time, the situation became even worse.

News of the appearance of a Daemon Primarch spread quickly.

The Great Speaker, Luojia, personally stepped into the battlefield.

The addition of a fallen demigod made the situation on the battlefield even more devastating.

Even the powerful Primaris Space Marines would not be able to compete with the enemy.

Lorca easily defeated the imperial soldiers on the battlefield with his terrifying psychic witchcraft.

Even the Primaris Space Marines were like weak puppets before his psychic sorcery.

No one can stop the Great Bearer.

The enemy was like a lion breaking into a sheepfold, slaughtering indiscriminately in the empire's ranks.

A Primaris Space Marine sought to challenge the fallen demigod and make him pay.

But even after undergoing the Primaris transformation surgery, he still seemed extremely weak in front of Luo Jia's power.

With just a slight swing of the huge stick in his hand, he knocked the warrior to the ground.

A vicious psychic spell was released, and the warrior's brain immediately felt like it was pierced by countless fine needles, causing him to feel excruciating pain.

Even the Primaris Space Marines couldn't help but scream at this moment.

"Submit, warrior. No matter whose offspring you are, you are nothing in front of me."

Sweat was dripping from the warrior's forehead, and the terrible pain was tormenting his soul and body.

The Great Speaker can not only torture his body, but can also easily poison his soul.

The pent-up pain in their hearts now turned into torture for the soldiers.

But his heart remained firm, and the common ideals of mankind turned into an indestructible wall in his heart.

The power of pursuing good gives him the will to fight against the demigods.

“Submission?” The Primaris Space Marine sneered through gritted teeth, “Compared to you gentlemen, you are nothing!”

Hear the words of this warrior.

Luo Jia was stunned at first, then he laughed out of anger.

"Then die, idiot!"

A more malevolent force coalesced in the hands of the fallen demigod.

Luo Jia tortured the warrior even more severely.

Accompanied by huge screams, every inch of the warrior's flesh and blood was severely damaged.

Countless imperial soldiers looked at this scene in despair, as the demons blocked their steps to rescue.

They could only watch it all happen.

Another noble warrior is about to return to the throne, and sadness fills the hearts of the soldiers.

In this moment of despair.

Everyone heard a melodious hymn. The song was so sacred that it touched the purity and beauty in people's hearts and inspired the purest courage in everyone's hearts.

The beautiful song is like a girl's hymn to courage.

Everyone raised their heads at the same time and looked up into the sky.

The red flames glowed like the sun, a pair of flaming wings waved, and the saint stood in the fire, sword in hand, representing the purest form of human courage.

The Warmaster's spokesperson, the saint walking on earth, Efilar, holding a spear and a sword, brought the endless flames to this battlefield.

The terrible flames caused countless demons to wail, just like the darkness being dispelled by the flames.

Efilar raised his spear high and threw it to the ground, causing a terrible explosion. The red flames swept everything, turning countless demons into ashes amid their wailing.

(End of this chapter)