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Chapter 76: Khorne: Good looking, love watching, cut it down!

Chapter 76: Khorne: Good looking, love watching, cut it down! (4k)

After quickly organizing the power of the state religion, the time travelers immediately began to work on their next plan.

Under Romulus's careful planning, food began to be distributed and weapons began to be loaded. When sufficient food and water mixed with tears were swallowed into the stomach, the believers would take up weapons and raise torches surrounded by aliens and chaos.

The shrine of the Blood Rose will be the starting point of the next action.

The armed adherents and law enforcement forces of the Ecclesiarchy are being established, while the heavily armed Astra Militarum and Space Marine forces are being assembled.

One by one, the fragmented communities were recovered, and one by one, the dictators who attempted to establish their own small kingdoms were executed. After a short and long period of chaos, the scattered human beings were finally unified under the banner of order.

When the fragrant food filled their empty stomachs, when the warm wet towel wiped away the dirt on their skin, when they looked up at the plan framed on the wall of the shrine, which was closely related to their destiny, they knew clearly.

Chaos and Aliens are bullshit!
The unselected men wiped the magnificent walls and maintained order with weapons. The gathered women began to copy the holy words under the guidance of the believers. The holy sounds of prayers continued day and night along the whistles of the sound array system.

Another group of armed believers gathered in front of the grand hall that could accommodate hundreds of thousands of people.

They will not face the enemy alone, but they can defend the fruits of victory won by the sacrifices made.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Romulus also realized how outrageous the mobilization ability of a state religion was that was able to mobilize millions of armed believers on a planet contaminated by Nurgle during the plague wars of later generations.

"Suddenly I realize that even if we exclude the Emperor's manifestation, we seem to have done the right thing?"

"That's how it should be."

Karna, who was among the crowd observing the people’s condition, replied.

Yes, good things are good things. Without the distortion of chaos, the results should be good.

Yes, that's how it should be.

The world went from chaos to clarity, which was mostly beneficial no matter how you looked at it, because in this way, the remaining humans were brought together and could focus on dealing with the enemy.

Romulus patted his head. During these few months of traveling through time, his mind was almost confused by the empire.

The experiences of these days have really made everyone a little insecure.

"Sir, this is the recruitment of this group of armed believers."

The bishop respectfully presented the list.

"Five to one?"

Romulus looked at the list. Compared with the first batch of recruits, the proportion and number of this batch were much higher.

As a compromise with the status quo, the recruitment of the Jihad Army no longer relies on the military skills of the recruits and has relaxed the standards, but willpower and resistance to corruption must be taken into consideration.

You wouldn't want to be squatting in a trench with your comrades and suddenly your comrade says, "For the sake of the loving father, all things rot," right?

Seeing Romulus's surprise, the bishop explained:

"The fact that they have survived to this day in a world ravaged by chaotic aliens is itself proof of their value as an Emperor's currency."

Does this mean that chaos and cunning have already screened out humans as powerful screening mechanisms?
This is so Darwinian.

When Romulus heard this, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"And thanks to the blessings of you all, most of the imperial citizens we've gathered are members of the Shangchao law enforcement forces and gangs, so their combat effectiveness is guaranteed."

"I understand."

Romulus compared the data and confirmed that there was no significant error from multiple sources. Then he said to Tiberus beside him:

"According to our agreement, the weapons will be delivered later."

The way to make sharks willing to consider civilians during combat is simple.

Just send the equipment.

Much easier to deal with than most of the more pedantic warbands.

"This is what we should do."

Tiberus nodded, thinking about bringing a few more troop transports with him on the mission.

"Humph."

Orlando looked at Tiberius and couldn't help but feel disdain for the Sharks' pragmatic approach.

It is their duty as the Black Templars to defend the Emperor's property, and they ask for no reward.

“Everyone is treated the same.”

Romulus continued.

The blows I suffered along the way were quite severe, and many details need to be filled in.

"Yes, my lord!"

Orlando immediately responded respectfully.

Tiberus glanced at Orlando and shrugged dismissively.

The Black Templars look down on the Sharks' lack of honor, while the Sharks look down on the Black Templars' boring honors that are just for show.

As for why they are here as Space Marines.

Because some of the land-based weapon nodes they captured had been taken over by the armed believers sent earlier, they only needed to place a small number of mechanical priests to maintain operations, so they were able to return to the shrine for supplies.

And while waiting for this group of armed believers to set off, they can use all their strength to capture new nodes until they have control of the entire Shangchao military facilities.

This made them subconsciously clench their fists.

Space Marines have always fought asymmetrically, so in order to achieve a certain tactical goal they have to sacrifice other things.

This feeling of having it all feels new to them now, but also exhilarating.

They looked at the armed believers below who spontaneously began to form a formation under the guidance of the believers, looking forward to the next battle.

"Lord Romulus."

The Bishop spoke again.

"Please say."

"Is it necessary for you to give a pre-war speech?"

".Can."

Romulus actually didn't like this kind of face-saving ceremony very much, but he also understood that it was to boost morale and was beneficial to the strategic deployment of the entire Upper Nest.

So he accepted this approach and was willing to cooperate.

The bishop looked surprised.

He had long wanted to let his followers get to know the respected saints, but unfortunately, when he organized the first round of armed believers, the saints were busy dealing with the complex battlefield.

“But I wasn’t the one chosen.”

Romulus sent a message to his companions.

The knight who stood in the corner of the sanctuary, observing every detail like a statue, moved.

"Ah."

Arthur responded and immediately came out of that state that seemed like a lifetime ago.

Then he took a step forward and took off his helmet. When the dark canvas was dotted with a touch of brilliant gold, it seemed to become the focus of attention, attracting the attention of countless people.

The people around him moved away, regretting why they had not noticed the arrival of such a distinguished person.

Everyone stared at the knight as he walked up to the platform, their eyes filled with awe.

Compared to the angels who like to mingle with the crowd and have no sense of distance, this knight who always maintains a deep mystery is always more awe-inspiring.

"Citizens of the Empire, when your bellies are filled with the feeling of fullness, when your bodies are washed by pure water, will you still remember your past? Will you be aware that you are still standing here today?"

"Why do you have to endure unprovoked disasters? Why do you have to struggle in the vortex of aliens and heretics?"

The believers who were staring at the knight all showed doubts.

"Because survival is not your birthright, but a trophy that you must snatch from the cold galaxy." The knight's tone did not have the enthusiasm of the bishop or the excitement of the political commissar, but was calm.

Calmly stating a fact to those who had just escaped from suffering.

"Only the winner of the war is entitled to the spoils of war."

When talking to the top brass of the empire, one must be concise and mysterious, and allow these people with strong beliefs and wills room to express themselves. In this way, one only needs to follow the general direction to implement the beliefs and speak in a high-profile manner, which is enough to raise morale to a new level.

But speaking to a crowd that is a mix of all social classes is different.

"So we brought our weapons, our weapons to arm our bodies, and now you stand with me."

"This war will not be won by me, nor by any one of you, but only when we stand together, when we realize that this war is about our survival, about everything we know—"

The knight held up his helmet with one arm, his emerald eyes swept across everyone's eyes, and his clanging voice dispelled the doubts in their eyes.

There was a deep fire burning in those pupils, but it did not feel scorching.

That face looked younger than most people, but it only made people feel convinced.

"When we each do our part, and when we all move toward the same goal of victory."

"Victory will be ours."

Be straightforward and confident enough to make them clearly aware of the situation they are in and know what they should do when faced with such a situation.

Tell them what I would do.

"Now, let us take up our weapons, let us join you—"

The knight took a step forward, holding his weapon high. The blade overlapped with the Emperor's holy image, and was stained with a faint bright light, like a held high torch.

He walked towards the door which slowly opened.

The armed believers spontaneously made way and stared at the bright light.

They had waited for this moment for too long, waiting in the ruins, struggling in the dangerous alleys.

They are all waiting for hope to come.

"Go and win the right to survive!"

The knight walked slowly forward.

"For the Emperor, for Mankind!"

"For the Emperor, for Humanity!" ×N
They followed forward.

More than 100,000 people gathered into a torrent. Their formation was not neat and their momentum was strong or weak.

But they all chose to move forward.

Follow the upright knights, follow the glorious Astartes, follow the solemn Cadian veterans.

Everything in the past has become a ruin, but they are still alive.

They can also enjoy sweet food and warm water, but chaos and aliens will take away all of this.

They will fight it, just to defend their right to survive as human beings!

They will begin to march.

Click!

The ground trembled. When the confused Slaanesh wizard just climbed up to the upper nest from the rift, he looked up and saw the Red Sisters holding chainswords waiting for a long time.

Damn it, hasn’t this place been conquered by the chosen people of the gods?

In an instant, he or she drew the snake-shaped staff from his waist, and the chainsaw sword roaring with the wrath of the God-Emperor was already close.

dead!
Hack, hit, chop!

The arms wielding the chainsaw will not hesitate for a moment because of her beautiful body, and the roaring saw teeth will not pause for a moment because of her charming musk.

boom!
The flying blade sprayed out a stream of flames several meters thick, drowning the demonic tide in front. The traces of fire gnawed out a lava path between the flesh and blood.

The Space Marines charging forward crushed any attempt to resist.

The huge tide of heresy was torn apart, cut off, and divided into pieces.

When the remnants of them finally came forward amid the baptism of artillery fire and sharp blades, it seemed to them that endless believers were waiting for them.

Yes, we will win.

The faithful lifted up their warhammers, untempered by battle, and lifted up instruments of fire burning with the Emperor's wrath.

Yes, we will seize the right to survive.

The blood mist was spreading and the bright flames were lighting up.

When the aliens and heretics once again turned their attention to humans, all that was left was astonishment.

The prey that was being twisted back and forth in their hands disappeared without a trace, replaced by a heavily armored warrior, a moving mountain.

Coming slowly and unstoppably.

Yeah!
That's it!

The Blood God, who had been keeping an eye on this planet, cast his sights on this.

He watched as the war machines crushed flesh and blood, leaving the ground covered in blood.

He watched as the scarlet nuns charged into the demonic tide, blazing with flames.

He watched as countless followers marched forward with boundless courage, leaving a scarlet trail between the huge hive cities.

He roared and cast his gaze down at these people marching with boundless courage, and blessed them directly on these people who brought him blood and skulls.

The Blood God never cares where the blood comes from; He only cares about the blood.

With the help of the blessed connection, the Blood God's sight fell on the knight who was walking among the cultists.

The knight charged forward, each strike efficiently harvesting blood from the surrounding area.

Wow, what a pleasant surprise!

That decisive gesture made the Blood God clench his fist around the edge of the throne.

This is one of the treasures hidden by the Cursed One, an expert in the art of swordsmanship and an unrivaled duelist.

But the Blood God was still somewhat dissatisfied.

First of all, the knight's heart was too cold, and his purpose of killing people was too pure, so pure that the Blood God could not sense any emotion from it.

Secondly, the knight did not believe in Him, and the cursed one who swallowed the bitter fruit seemed to have severed the knight's connection with the warp.

Let me see where the Crimson Angel is.

The Blood God shifted his gaze, wanting to continue spying.

But then, the invisible shadow came over again.

Everything was shrouded in fog again.

The Blood God hammered the throne hard, and blood rain poured down in the Demon Realm again.

Damn the cursed one!
"Whoo~"

The skulls beneath his feet began to crumble, and he breathed out a breath of fire, then fixed his gaze on the core of the ritual that gathered trillions of souls.

Be patient.

He awaits the moment when the rift will be torn open, and He will plunder the treasures of the damned.

The God of Military Strategy is never short of patience.

(End of this chapter)

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