Chapter 188 33, Lion King: "This Is a Secret."

"Live up to the blood of Sanguinius!"

"Praise be to Sanguinius, praise the Primarch and Your Majesty!"

The archangel raised his weapon in the air and let out a war cry. All the warriors near the Lion Gate involuntarily stared at this noble angel. The voices of the Blood Angels gathered together to form a tsunami-like shout.

The image they had only seen in tapestries, murals and stained glass in the past was now so vividly displayed in front of them. He knew the identity of the angel, and the gene seeds in the Space Marines seemed to be responding happily. facing the reality in front of us.

The soul howls of the Evil God's Blessed Ones gradually subsided, and one hundred Blood Angels stepped onto the battlefield with heavy steps. They are the bodyguards of the Archangels, each a Primaris Space Marine.

Their bodies are as tall as demigods and incredibly strong, and the terrifying firepower in their hands is enough to destroy any obstacle. The gunfire in the hands of the angels illuminated the battlefield shrouded in darkness, and every buzz of the chain sword cut off the thugs' limbs.

The bolter's special ammunition is like a scorching fireball, and the flamethrower's flames engulf the target in pieces.

The Blood Angels drank blood and followed behind their original body, killing countless enemies with violent killings.

The cultists who had lost their minds under the influence of Khorne fell one after another, like wheat harvested by a scythe, their flesh and blood broken, their bones broken and their tendons broken.

Even at the end of their lives, they still chanted the slogan of the Blood God. Their lives were harvested, the engines of large war machines hummed, and the steel tracks crushed the flesh and blood, grinding out a rotten road among the piles of flesh and blood.

The thugs carried out suicide attacks and were quickly put down by loyalists. Even with the blessing of the evil god, mortal bodies are still unable to fight against the steel war machinery. Their strength is vulnerable, but their flesh and blood are mixed with the sand, exuding an ominous aura.

"My lord." Wherever Sanguinius walked, the soldiers saluted him. The young son of God's performance on the battlefield was worthy of his title as a god on earth.

Blood and flesh spattered as the spear danced, and everything it passed turned into stumps and broken arms. No mortal could be the archangel's opponent, and no one could stop his offensive with the white wings he waved.

Sanguinius responded politely, and then he looked at the corpses of the cultists on the battlefield. A cold murderous intent appeared on his holy face. This was just the first time, a beginning.

As the will of the evil god spreads, more and more mortals who usually accumulate anger will be transformed into believers of Khorne.

What confused him even more was that the Emperor's will never appeared from beginning to end. In this sacred land, the Lord of Mankind seemed to intend to allow the followers of Chaos to wreak havoc.

Under such circumstances, Sanguinius knew very well that the minions of Chaos would soon gather again to launch the next wave of offensive. Sanguinius looked at the sky. The thick clouds on the blood-like sky rolled like pools of blood, and everything in this world was enveloped in it.

The will of the Chaos Power has been clearly revealed, and they will hold a carnival of blood on this home planet of mankind.

The archangel flew high in the sky and looked down at the earth's surface. The look of confusion on his face became even more intense. He didn't even sense the existence of any of his brothers. In this sacred throne world, he was the only original body. Fight against chaos.

"Where have all my brothers gone?" Sanguinius couldn't help but ponder this question in his mind.

In the area controlled by the State Church of Terra.

The top of a tall Gothic religious tower.

The Archpope stood here, looking down at the streets lit by the flames of war with compassionate eyes.

The minions of the evil god are reveling in madness, and the state church is receiving refugees from all over Terra. Under the guard of the battle priests, it is still safe here.

But this is only temporary. As the will of the evil god spreads, the crisis will gradually spread until it completely goes out of control.

More importantly, in the constant disputes, Khorne's blood sacrifice rituals are happening all the time, Terra's subspace barrier is constantly weakened, and everything is heading towards an unpredictable future.

He was fortunate enough to enter His Majesty's heaven. As the chosen one, he followed the Emperor's will and protected the people who were bathed in the glory of the God-Emperor.

But when a disaster actually occurs, the state religion can still only save as many people who have fled as possible, and can no longer do more.

The Archpope felt like a renegade who had failed to fulfill his oath to God.

But what was even more tragic was that when the Great Pope returned to his residence, the strong smell of blood poured into his nostrils in just a moment. His attendants fell into a pool of blood, all of them dead, silently.

The Great Pope did not escape. He knew that there was no point in escaping. He just silently took out his scepter.

Then he arranged his clothes and walked in calmly.

He knew what the other party wanted, it was just to see his despair and fear. This was a despicable method used by those minions of Chaos.

"Welcome home, His Majesty the Holy Pope." On the throne in the hall, a Chosen God of Khorne covered in blasphemous runes showed weird etiquette to the Great Pope, "I didn't expect you really have Have the guts to step in here.”

Dozens of cultists in the hall covered this residence with blood, carving out blasphemous runes. The dirty runes were connected together to form an evil and ominous magic circle.

"Heretics, what are you going to do?" the Pope asked the man on the throne.

"Of course, it is to convey the will of my Lord." The Chosen of Khorne took out a musket with flesh spikes and pointed it at the Pope.

"I never thought that the priests of the false emperor who only knew how to shout slogans would really protect the humble people, but it was your foolish behavior that gave us the opportunity to sneak in. Go to hell, Pope, and become a sacrifice for my Lord."

Bang! ——

After the voice fell, the Chosen of Khorne pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The ammunition with a strong bloody aura sprayed out, but was blocked by the invisible force field around the Pope, and then with a "clang", it hit his breastplate.

The twisted bullet fell to the ground powerlessly, and the Pope looked down at the scratches on the breastplate, while the others looked at the obviously deformed bullet.

The scene suddenly became extremely quiet.

"This is impossible!" The Chosen of Khorne screamed, looking at the weapon blessed by the Blood God in his hand in disbelief, unable to understand what was happening in front of him.

After a brief moment of surprise, the cultists around them rushed towards the Archpontiff.

They held bloody weapons in their hands, their eyes were crazy, and they couldn't wait to split the Archpontiff's body.

"It's not impossible. Obviously, you are serving a false god, and the power he gave you is not worth mentioning."

The Archpontiff waved the scepter in his hand, and the life magnetic field kept pushing in his body, easily beating the cultists in front of him into a pulp.

"And the power of my master, what we learned in his heaven, is a great power that you can never imagine."

The Chosen One of Khorne saw the Archpont in front of him with his white hair and beard smashing the heads of all the cultists with the scepter in his hand.

The frail old man had a crazy look in his eyes.

"Before the destruction comes, hurry up and pray.

May the true God bless you, child.

Follow the footsteps of glory, that is the savior calling you-"

While waving the scepter, the Archpontiff was still reciting prayers.

What was even more unbelievable to the Chosen of Khorne was that, along with the sound of the other party's prayer, the other party's power was actually increasing rapidly.

Until the end of the battle, the expression on the face of the Archpontiff had become so crazy that it was almost compassionate. The life magnetic field was overloaded under his will, and his power successfully reached the next level.

"Bang!——" With a loud bang, the Chosen of Khorne was blown away by the violent force.

"Begin the sacrament."

"Madman! You madman!!!" Looking at the peaceful madness on the face of the Archpontiff, the Chosen of Khorne could no longer suppress his emotions and burst into a series of screams.

It was also during his screams that the Archpontiff nailed him to the ground of the hall with the end of the scepter.

"Amen."

With the last prayer, the battle was completely over.

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In the secret room under Terra, several figures covered in robes were watching everything that happened in the state religion area through the display screen in front of them.

In the picture, the missing state church priests suddenly returned collectively, and in the sound of preaching, they launched a unilateral massacre against the cultists.

This was obviously not good news for the people present.

"We failed. The power of the priests is far stronger than we expected."

In the silent atmosphere, someone spoke first.

But before others could answer.

"Bang bang bang--"

A series of knocks on the door sounded, and everyone in the room couldn't help holding their breath in this urgent sound.

They picked up their weapons and approached the door carefully.

But just as they were about to open the door and attack the people outside,

"Bang!--"

The explosion of flames directly tore the metal door panel, and several tall, heavily armored dark angels rushed in,

"Repent, heretic, this is your death!"

"Bang bang bang bang!--"

In the battle cry of the dark angels and the roar of gunfire, everyone in the secret room was killed almost instantly.

At this time, a taller and more majestic figure walked into the middle of the group of demigod warriors.

"Is it here?" The lion asked his offspring.

"No, sir."

"Continue searching." The lion gave instructions to his offspring.

The area where they were active was a living area underground in Terra.

The First Legion holds too many secrets, and one of them shows that there are a large number of heretics here.

The lion king came here to find the gathering place of these heretics.

He called up the blueprint here and found that this underground refugee area was like a maze connected by countless pipes.

The dark angels were divided into many teams, searching every inch of the corner in the pipes.

Finally, they found an open space shrouded in black fog, which made people's vision unclear.

The lion was the fastest. He jumped to this open space first. His heavy body fell on the metal ground, but he was as agile as a civet cat and did not make any noise.

The dark angels followed closely and entered in a line.

The night vision goggles in their eyepieces flickered with a faint light. This place was like a huge mausoleum under Terra, dim and cold, exuding an unsettling atmosphere.

The unstable power supply system made the remaining light source flicker, adding a touch of weirdness.

Many blasphemous runes drawn in blood were carved here. With superhuman senses, the lion could hear the voices of the cultists deep underground.

In the final carnival moment, these cultists seemed to no longer intentionally conceal their whereabouts as they did in the past.

Evil is becoming more and more rampant in Terra.

These damn heretics are no longer willing to be rats in the sewer as before. Now they blatantly expose their existence and enjoy the carnival before the devil comes.

This attitude of not caring about the majesty of the empire made the lion's face more angry. In his opinion, this is a blasphemy that cannot be ignored.

"Forward!" He gave orders to the dark angels.

Then the lion king took the lead and ran, like a lion ready to go and eager to kill, running wildly into the depths of the underground.

The dark angel team followed behind the lion as much as possible.

But soon, they fell behind.

The lion rushed with anger and broke into the place that used to be the living area of ​​the refugees in the lower nest.

The remains of many corpses were scattered and thrown here casually like garbage.

This living area has completely become a corrupt abyss.

Those loyal citizens of the Empire, as well as some monsters like Genestealers living in the stinking sewers under Terra's Underhive, were all hung on the damp ceiling with barbed chains. They were not completely dead yet, and they twisted their bodies in pain in the fetid air.

Blood flowed down their bodies.

The cultists gouged out their eyes, ears, and noses, but only left their tongues, making them scream desperately in pain.

Huge eight-pointed stars painted with blood can be seen everywhere.

In the cages farther away, seeing the arrival of the lion, some captured citizens of the Empire made excited sounds.

The appearance of the sacred son of the Emperor here will surely rescue them all. In front of the God of the World, the evil of Chaos is vulnerable.

They are excited about their salvation.

The cultists around them turned around, and they lost their minds. Even when they saw the eyes of the Primarch, they still showed tyranny and cruelty.

The souls of these people have been completely corrupted and turned into abominable monsters.

Their faces were engraved with bloody symbols, and their eyes were filled with the bloodthirstiness of wild beasts. Even when facing a demigod, they had no fear.

"Heretics." The Lion King drew his sword and rushed straight up.

The weak cultists could not be the opponent of a Primarch.

The sword was swung, as easy as harvesting weeds. The lion easily killed them. The cultists rushing towards him were turned into pieces of meat in just a moment.

Then he cut a bloody path and walked towards the center of the large-scale blood sacrifice ceremony.

"Clear them all, no need to leave any alive." The Lion King gave an order to the Dark Angels who came later.

The fire of the grenade gun illuminated the twisted and mutated blasphemous bodies.

The cultists screamed and cursed, and they rushed forward, densely packed.

The flesh and blood of many cultists had mutated, and bone spurs penetrated their flesh and blood, becoming their weapons for fighting.

But no matter what kind of enemy he faced, there was no mercy on the face of the lion king.

The sword in his hand slashed, and in just a few breaths, a circle of torn flesh and blood scattered around him, and the places he passed along were filled with a strong smell of blood.

The lion was slaughtering at a speed that the cultists could not see clearly.

After thousands of cultists were killed by the lion, he reached the center of the eight-story blood altar at the fastest speed.

A God-giver with iron chains wrapped around his body and blood god runes engraved on his body, at this moment, cut his own artery in front of the lion, and a lot of blood flowed out.

The God-giver ignored his own declining vitality, he looked at the lion king, showing a mocking grin,

"You are late, everything is doomed." His laughter could not hide his madness, "All the skulls in this world will be displayed under the throne of the blood god!"

The lion king ignored him and just cut the body of the God-giver with the sword.

When the Dark Angel arrived here, the Lion had killed every heretic in the eight-story altar.

"My Lord, what should we do next?" The Dark Angel asked.

The Lion King did not answer immediately, as if he had experienced a psychological struggle, and then slowly spoke, "Move all the corpses outside to the altar."

Dark Angel: "?"

"My Lord, why should we do this?" They couldn't understand.

Moving more corpses to the altar would undoubtedly increase the impact of this altar on Terra.

Shouldn't they come to stop the blood sacrifice?

"This is a secret, just do it." The Lion replied without question, and then added, "This is the order of His Majesty."

The Dark Angels looked at each other, and finally chose to believe the words of the Father of Genes,

"Yes, my Lord."

Soon,

the consequences of the blood sacrifice ceremony appeared.

The familiar Terra disappeared, and the strong smell of blood filled the air.

On the tower of the Lion Gate, the commander of the Imperial Guards looked at this drastic change, and the golden armor reflected the blood-like light.

Sanguinius was also looking up into the sky, his face extremely solemn.

"They are really coming, the demon army of Khorne is about to descend, along with my traitorous brother, Angron."