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Chapter 205 Khorne: Soha is a kind of wisdom!
Kill!!! Kill!!! Kill!!! Kill!!! Kill!!!
Angry!!! Angry!!! Angry!!! Angry!!!

The beast-like rage instantly strangled Gabriel Seth's mind, and the dark rage and bright red bloodlust flowed out from his soul and flesh at the same time.
He saw it, he saw a dark future in the blood,
That subspace being named Zhou Yun, that Doraemon is going to corrupt Sanguinius!
This is a blasphemous blue conspiracy! He claimed to have resurrected Sanguinius, but in fact he wanted to let a warp being that he had corrupted live in Sanguinius' body!

This is the truth he saw in the blood! The darkness and anger in the blood!
kill! kill! kill! kill!

Decapitate that blasphemous creature of the Warp and use its skull to honor the remains of Sanguinius!

kill! kill! kill! kill!

Only by killing him can Sanguinius avoid being corrupted! !
"Take the skull! Take the skull!!"

Gabriel Seth let out a wild beast-like roar, and the holy chainsaw sword in his hand, called Bloodreaper, whirred and spun, emitting the unique smell of mechanical grease and smoke, and cutting the air with its ferocious chainsaw.

The scene before his eyes overlapped with that on the Spirit of Vengeance.
He was not only rushing towards Zhou Yun, but also towards Horus, Erebus, and the dark gods who were plotting and scheming.
"Brother Seth!!!" Marest roared, trying to get Seth to stop.

But in Seth's eyes, Marest had become Abaddon, blinded by Chaos and Erebus, and Seth would never be a little Horus.
Blood! The blood is burning!
He heard the battle cry ringing in the chapel, he saw the wings of the archangel fluttering, he saw countless glorious warriors in the history of the regiment standing beside him,

Be angry, Seth.
Hate it, Seth,

Kill, Seth,
Gabriel Seth, you were born to be drowned in blood
Seth roared and slashed at Zhou Yun with his chainsaw sword. He almost saw Zhou Yun's body being torn apart and blood spilling on the ground.

He longs to taste blood, to taste the wages of wrath
However, Zhou Yun did not move, as if he was sure that Seth's sword could not hurt him.
This made Seth even angrier——

The Blood Reaver in his hand suddenly became heavy, and the chain saw turned slower and slower. This weapon that had accompanied Seth for hundreds of years disobeyed Seth's orders and stopped in mid-air.
Seth also froze in front of Zhou Yun.
The Blood Reaver's machine spirit roared, expressing its anger towards Seth, causing the blood mist covering Seth's eyes to fade a little.
Seth could feel the relic box on his waist getting slightly warm.
Cut it down! Cut it down! Cut it down!
The skull is the offering! The skull is the offering!
Seth felt a pair of blood-stained hands reaching out to him, touching the holy relic box on his waist.
"Get out!!! Get out!!!"

Seth roared, and the Blood Reaver in his hand roared as well. The burning chainsaw did not cut towards Zhou Yun, but towards the dark blood mist in front of Seth.
The roar of the demons rang out, and Seth's chainsaw sword tore through the bloodletters that surrounded him. These incarnations of Khorne's will let out a sharp roar, and their forms in the material universe were destroyed by Gabriel Seth's sword.
Seth suddenly grabbed the reliquary at his waist. This reliquary, forged by the first Chapter Master of the Flesh Tearers, opened automatically. The arm-long white feather of Sanguinius appeared in the air, and the drop of blood released a faint warm light.

"scare!!!!"

The demons roared in fear, and the blood mist in front of Seth's eyes suddenly disappeared.
He finally saw the scene inside the chapel clearly.

The material universe was weeping blood, tearing open scar-like bloody holes in the chapel. Bloodletters, Khorne berserkers, flesh hounds, and various incarnations of Khorne's power invaded the material universe from the cracks and wreaked havoc in the chapel.
The think tanks who still had strength left after dealing with Kabanha were fighting against the demons together with Mephiston, Zhou Yun and the fearless warrior Marest.

Mephiston used his powerful psychic power to kill the bloodletting demons that kept pouring out of the cracks.
Zhou Yun's figure flickered and teleported on the battlefield. He used his arms to hold off the demons' attacks and stuffed them into the pockets on his stomach.
Marest was surrounded by a group of bloodletters and flesh hounds, but he relied on his fearless steel body to continuously shatter the bodies of these demons in the material universe.

The warriors of the Think Tank covered their heads from time to time, as if they were resisting the influence of the Blood God.

The Flesh Tearers that followed Seth were even worse. They fought without distinguishing friend from foe.
"In the name of the blood of Sanguinius!!!"

Seth roared and raised the holy object in his hand. The feathers of Sanguinius were emitting a faint light:
"Fight for the Holy Blood, remember where our anger comes from, and know why we should die!!!"

Seth's voice and the light of the relic had an effect, and a gleam of clarity flashed across the eyes of the Flesh Tearers and Librarians.
They let out angry growls, this time not coming from the Blood God, but from the holy blood in their bodies.

Seth faintly heard a sigh full of regret, which seemed to come from the brass throne, sighing for not being able to corrupt Seth.

"No!!! Never!!!" Seth roared.

At this moment, there was a crackling sound in the material universe, and a much larger crack than before appeared in the chapel.

The boiling blood almost filled the entire chapel.

Mephiston cried out in surprise, and quickly mobilized his huge spiritual power, condensing it on the silver-steel sword in his hand, trying to prevent the demon behind the rift from entering the real dimension.
However, in just a moment, Mephiston was knocked to his knees on the ground, with a painful and hideous expression on his face.
Zhou Yun, who was standing next to Seth, grabbed the body of a steel bull and threw it away, then cast his eyes on the crack.
Zhou Yun was stunned for a moment, confusion flashed in his eyes, and then enlightenment
"The Blood God is going all in!" he suddenly said.

The Blood God felt sorry for it.
Gabriel Seth, the successor of the Flesh Tearer, would be a good choice, offering a lot of blood and skulls.
It's a pity that he resisted the blessing of the Blood God, otherwise the Blood God would not even mind promoting him to a demon prince, allowing him to carry out the Blood God's will in reality.
What a pity. What a pity.
The Blood God pounded the armrest of the brass throne with regret, and let out a war cry that shook the entire Blood God realm.

His power burned fiercely, and the two largest and most terrifying figures in the area raised their heads filled with anger.

The pure black flesh wings spread out in the sky burning with sulfur and fire, the beast head with horns was raised high, and the beast's sharp teeth emitted a sharp roar. The rough brass armor could not cover the powerful body of this demon. It seemed to be the best incarnation of the Blood God's will, the darling of killing and war, the most favored demon under the seat of brass and skull, the lord of bloodthirsty demons, and the messenger of death.
The demon axe blade that hosted another bloodthirsty demon was raised high, and the blood-stained whip in the other hand crackled. It was the chief demon of Khorne, Angrath the Unbound.
The power of the Blood God covered its body, and it promised to bring back 8,888 skulls of the Blood Angels in the name of the Blood God.
Roaring, Angras tore open a hole, facing the bright red subspace storm, and rushed towards Baal.
Another terrifying existence in the Blood God's realm, who seemed even more brutal and insane than Angras, and seemed to have hardly experienced any emotion other than anger in the long years since his birth.

On top of his head was a layer of hair-like things made of steel cables, chains, tumors and nails, which looked extremely scary.
His flesh wings stirred up a storm in the warp. They were a pair of wings that looked like the devil's in the legend of ancient Terra. Under the wings, his bright red arms each held a weapon. A wailing and roaring chainsaw axe, as if the souls of tens of millions of people were trapped in it, and a pitch-black greatsword, from which the painful roars of demons could be heard from time to time.

Angron, the Daemon Primarch Angron, one of the twenty-one transcendental sons of the Emperor, a demigod fallen at the hands of the Blood God.

He wielded the Spinecrusher Chain Axe, forged with the lives of thousands of people, and the demon weapon Sonniares, forged by the demons of Slaanesh, and roared with unprovoked anger.

The reflection of the three stars of Baal appeared before him. The will of the Blood God was injected into Angron's body. The fire of anger burned like wildfire in the body of this demon primarch.
Angron fluttered his wings and leaped into the real universe, but——

The winds of the Warp swept through the broken webway near the three stars of Baal, and the tied braids fluttered with them.
Angron seemed to hear the cry of an eagle. The cry seemed to pierce through his anger and penetrate deep into his consciousness.

He did not reach Baal, he stood inexplicably on a grassland.
Wild laughter rang in Angron's ears. The boundless grassland stretched out at Angron's feet. In the distance, the songs of the grassland riders could be heard faintly.
"I sacrificed the great banner that can be seen in the distance!"

"I beat the black yak-hide war drum!"

"I ride on the fast horse of Wuya! I put on the iron armor!"

"Pick up the steel gun! Put on the sharp arrows wrapped in mountain peach skin!"

"Get on the horse! Get on the horse! Fight with the evil star's lackeys!"

The eagle's cry became clearer, and Angron heard footsteps behind him.
"The stars are spinning, and the nations are at war!"

"There's not even time to go to bed!"

"Robber and plunder each other!"

"The world turns upside down, and the nations attack!"

"I don't even have time to get into bed and sleep!"

"Fight and kill each other!"

"No time to think, just do your best!"

"Go where you say! Go and break the rock into pieces!"

"Attack wherever I say! Go and destroy the hard rock!"

"Split the high mountains, dry up the deep waters! Go and kill the enemy bravely like this!"

Deep in Angron's shattered memory was a memory of that voice, a voice that laughed heartily, like the gusts of a prairie wind:

"This is an old song from the steppes. You see, we Chogris know more about war than you do!"

"My forever unhappy brother, I'm glad you're still so blind and angry."

Angron roared angrily and turned his head. The grassland centered on him began to burn fiercely.
The owner of the voice turned into a hazy silhouette in the flames, leaving only the power saber in his hand shining brightly.

"In case you've forgotten, the name of this sword is White Tiger. As the old saying of Chogris goes: When the white tiger cries in the morning, thunder roars in all directions."

"Now, slave, come and taste the blade storm of the grassland."

Angron roared with rage.
(End of this chapter)