Warhammer 40 Spring: Loyalty of the Multiverse

Chapter 69 For the Emperor
The dark blade, gleaming with a dim light, swung, and with a single strike, Angron was forced to his knees. The ground cracked and shattered, creating a crater.

Angron had never been treated like this before, even though his mind was still in a state of confusion. However, the stimulation from the Butcher's Sting still gave him a deep desire for killing.

He strained his arm upwards, and the dark blade slid firmly into his skin, blood slowly flowing from the wound and dripping onto the ground.

But Angron ignored the pain and instead became even more violent.

Quan Tiehua gripped the dark blade, which emitted a deep, eerie light, and grappled with the resisting Angron. At this moment, although he was less than three meters tall, he appeared to be taller than Angron, who had already ascended to demonic power.

At this moment, his eyes were filled with rage as he stared at Angron beneath the Dark Blade, the insignia of the Seraphic Angels on his body radiating a golden glow. For some reason, it looked incredibly sacred!
"Angron, you're utterly useless!" Quan Tiehua's voice seemed to be amplified, echoing across the brutal battlefield filled with the smell of gunpowder and decay.

Even those around them could feel the anger and majesty contained in that voice. It was as if, during the Great Crusade commanded by the Emperor in the 30k era, numerous Primarchs had descended upon them!
"Ugh—ah! Roar—"

Angron let out a roar like a wild beast, a sound that seemed to emanate from the depths of hell, from the most bloody and brutal environment of the arena beneath Khorne's throne. The torment of the Butcher's Nail and the shattered memories of his past had reduced him to a killing machine. He abruptly stood up, his muscles bulging and trembling, and from the gaps in his Chaos Armored Beast armor, a thick, dark red liquid with a strong, bloody stench seeped out.

"I sensed it. You are just like us, but you are still nothing more than a lackey of the false emperor!" Angron roared, his muscular, thick arm swinging out fiercely, his tough claws cutting through the air with a chilling shriek.

Quan Tiehua's eyes sharpened, and he pushed off with his feet, performing a backflip to dodge the attack. He landed on the open ground some distance away, watching Angron, who was now enraged and charging towards him.

The two sides were once again locked in a duel!

As Quan Tiehua wielded the Dark Blade for longer, he could feel the nameless fire within him growing stronger and stronger, even affecting his consciousness and making him increasingly hysterical, wanting to find an opportunity to unleash it.

But he had to suppress it, or he would truly become Khorne's chosen one. However, for him now, it wasn't just about facing a Primarch who had ascended to demonic power; he also had to expend energy suppressing the increasingly raging nameless fire within him.

Aside from his initial formidable strength, he has now become somewhat powerless to attack. He can only rely on his past combat experience and trained fighting skills to repeatedly evade Angron's frenzied, unpredictable attacks.

However, there were times when he had nowhere to dodge and could only forcefully raise the Dark Blade to block. But Angron, empowered by the power of chaos, unleashed terrifying power the instant the attacks made contact, each strike causing Quan Tiehua's arm to go numb.

Just then, a dazzling golden light appeared on the distant battlefield, the very battlefield where Manus and three other traitorous Primarchs were fighting.

At the same time, the flames on the cursed legion on the battlefield instantly intensified. Even the mere sight of those constantly dancing flames was enough to cause any approaching demon to scream in agony.

On the battlefield where Manus and his companions were, Manus was seen alone, wielding a massive golden longsword.

The longsword was engulfed in golden flames, and countless demons within a radius of several kilometers were instantly reduced to ashes under the light of the flames. They vanished from the world without even returning to the subspace.

Those Astartes around them, witnessing this scene, inexplicably felt a warm current, like the sun, enveloping their bodies and even warming their souls. They stared in shock, some veterans already recognizing what it was. For example, there was Derens, who was reciting the Emperor's Words while protecting the items behind him.

With a graceful spin, he felled six demons. Then, he turned and removed his helmet, his face filled with shock and reverence. "By the Emperor!"

Today has been incredibly stimulating for him!
Almost all the evil gods of the warp were mobilized, and he even saw those rebellious Primarchs who were only recorded in some secret books.

And that wasn't all. What shocked him even more than the Emperor's flight was that... damn it, one of their band's recruits could actually wield a Primarch's weapon and actually cut down a Primarch!
All of this overturned his understanding. For a moment, he didn't know how to describe it; he felt as if an emperor had appeared before Slaanesh, as if Nurgle had stepped into the shadow of Slaanesh!

"For the Emperor!" Quan Tiehua roared, raising the Dark Blade high. His figure appeared incredibly imposing at that moment. The crimson and golden light intertwined and seemed to be locked in combat, constantly shifting shapes on his body, burning like flames. At this moment, he resembled an ancient war god, radiating an aura that commanded respect.

Looking at Quan Tiehua, who seemed to have been possessed by a demon, Derlens felt a headache coming on. He didn't know how to explain this battle to the people in the Inquisition.

He, and most of the Space Marines, now firmly believed and were certain that this battle was a victory for their loyalists. With the appearance of the Imperial Sword, the scales of victory had tipped in their favor!
On the battlefield, Fogrim, who had completely transformed into a snake spirit, had lost all her former charm and elegance.

Instead, there was fear, anger, and resentment!

The demon who was originally controlling Forgrim's body momentarily lost most of his control over it upon seeing Manus.

Otherwise, if Forgrim were in full power, he could definitely have sent Manus back to the warp with the help of the other three Primarchs.

Especially later, Angron actually tricked the three of them and broke through the obstacles by himself to capture that otherworldly soul!
The three of them wanted to go, but Manus once again firmly stopped them. They could only occasionally spare a glance to observe the situation over there, their emotions rising and falling like a rollercoaster with the battle between Angron and the otherworldly souls.

They were furious!

But there was still nothing they could do, especially after they saw that the person they were trying to capture had picked up the Dark Blade that belonged to Khorne.

Then, to their astonishment, they were able to fight back and forth with Angron, that brainless brute, which only fueled their anxiety.

After all, they were afraid of this guy. If they were actually caught by that idiot Khorne, it would be absolutely disastrous for them!

It might really turn into Khorne becoming the number one boss and the Corpse King becoming number two!
Moreover, with the appearance of the Emperor's Sword in Manus's hand, he had already sensed the change in this battle!

They're going to lose!
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(End of this chapter)