Chapter 191 36, My Army Is Endless, and Your Demons Are Losing Every Day!

After the lion disappeared, the melodious and sacred singing suddenly echoed throughout Terra. The golden light of the Carlos Fate Eagle Banner was painted on the entire throne world, and the huge imperial beacon was imprinted on the blood-like sky.

The divine sound that was sometimes there and sometimes not, these layers of tones echoed in the consciousness of every soul.

Above the blood-like sky, a huge crack tore open a fantasy paradise.

Everything was foreshadowing that a great existence was about to come, close to this absurd battlefield.

All humans were cheering at this moment, courage and strength flowing in their bodies. The demons wailed at the same time, they could not bear the sacred baptism.

Just like humans could not bear the corrosion of chaos.

Angron stood in place, his majestic body like an iron tower, looking up at the burning sky.

At the location where the imperial beacon appeared, an extremely large ship suddenly appeared.

The blood-colored sky was pierced by thousands of golden lights, and the sticky gold was like an undulating ocean, pouring back to the entire sky.

In the eyes of the people who were deeply in despair, the storm of flames gathered together, baptizing all the blasphemy and evil on Terra.

The pillar of flames that connected the sky and the earth was the best embodiment of human anger.

The moment the red flames formed, they brought about an extremely violent airflow, and thousands of demons were swept into it, turning into ashes scattered by the wind.

"For Duker!"

The silent world resounded with a hoarse shout, followed by thousands of throats shouting out the same tone, hundreds of millions of voices coordinated together, completely unifying all the sounds of this world, whether it was the roar of war or the remnant of blood, all the sounds were crushed, and only the same echo remained between heaven and earth,

"For Duker, for the Golden Throne!"

The warriors who stood proudly in the world were ready to go, and tens of thousands of airdrop pods were thrown down.

In the sky of Terra, the dense fire meteors that covered the sky and the sun smashed into the battlefield on the ground, destroying everything, like a heavy fist carrying endless anger, vowing to smash all the blasphemous clay sculptures.

The eyes of the imperial soldiers reflected the fire of the meteors across the sky. They looked at everything with great pride, and the pride in their hearts was indescribable.

On the epic battlefield, one god after another stepped forward, and the gods who opposed the devil sent their angels to tear through the darkness and clear the filth.

Even the men who stood tall and upright had tears in their eyes at this moment. The soldiers shed tears of excitement, and every soldier's heart was moved by it.

They saw the soldiers who walked out of the fire tornado. They were stronger and held savage firearms in their hands.

They destroyed everything and destroyed all evil.

They were unstoppable.

The double-barreled shotguns like giant cannons sprayed fan-shaped red flames, and the demons were in painful torment. Every pull of the trigger would turn them into powder in the flames.

The flesh and blood of the cultists were even more vulnerable. Many God-given people who wanted to launch a surprise attack on these heavy firepower were beaten into broken flesh and blood by the soldiers' random punches.

Under their crushing, all enemies of the empire can only be destroyed.

Only destruction.

Behind these angels of destruction are even larger nuns, who are trampling on flames with a mysterious color.

This legion's actions are extremely efficient, and the smoothness of killing demons is like flowing water, even the Grey Knights can't catch up.

One by one, the great demons roared to the sky, and they roared for the reversal of the battle situation.

Angron fell into silence for a rare time, and his eyes were fixed on one position.

"Shameless thing, are you so keen to break the fairness of the battle?"

In this heavy voice, the red flames rose unprecedentedly, almost enveloping the sky. Everyone on the battlefield heard this roar clearly in the flames.

In the entity of the flame, the majestic God of War walked out.

The noble saints stood by his side, and the tall and proud angels guarded him. He stood in the middle, like a giant hero walking out of an epic myth, holding a flag blooming with endless glory in his hand.

The cloak fluttered like a sea of ​​blood, and the fighting spirit in his eyes was like an everlasting flame.

Everyone held their breath unconsciously when they saw this figure.

So perfect, so sacred, they were afraid that a little overstep would disturb this great hero.

Inexhaustible courage grew in the hearts of every loyal citizen. In just a moment, they were convinced and vowed to follow the footsteps of this great existence forever, regardless of thousands of difficulties and dangers.

Even if the stars burned and the universe was destroyed, they were willing to follow his footsteps into the abyss.

He was the leader of the warriors, the endless flame, and the pillar of the empire. Everyone knew him and voluntarily followed his will, just because he was the glorious Lord of Destruction.

He was the beginning of hope, and all victories in the struggle were justified for him.

"Duker!" Angron roared.

Dukel's eyes did not look at him, but passed by the son of betrayal and looked behind him.

"You enslaved my brothers, harvested skulls under the sacred throne, and tried to destroy the celebration of my coronation as warmaster. You are so angry, is it because the scars and the pain they brought still remain today?"

Dukel stared at the empty land, and in his spiritual vision, a hazy red figure spread infinitely.

Once, this ancient god, who was born in the midst of war, pulled him into the spiritual realm, and it was also at that time that the god was injured by the sword.

All beings in the universe knew that his anger could not disappear, but no one expected that this revenge would be so swift.

Eighty-eight gods and demons, eighty-eight blood legions, and even the betrayed demigods set foot here. For this bloody revenge, the blood god did not hesitate to use his great power to break the fairness of the duel.

But even so, Dukel was still confident, the fighting spirit in his eyes became more and more high, and he despised the gods,

"I am surprised that your brain, which is equivalent to that of a hound, can have so many ideas. But I am sorry to tell you that the moment you stretched your claws to the human mother planet, your failure was doomed."

Even when confronting the dark power, he was still full of fighting spirit, and seemed to not take the other party seriously at all.

Human courage will never succumb to darkness. The undisguised brave will instantly swept the whole world. Standing on this bloody and oppressive battlefield, everyone was infected by courage.

This made them firmly believe that the victory of the empire and the loyalists will come.

"Failure?" The blood and furious will made the stubborn stone timid, "Why do you think you can defeat me? Relying on these weak mortals? Or the cursed one on the throne?"

"If this is all you rely on, it's too naive." Angron raised the burning axe high, and His will extended infinitely in the fight. Every drop of blood seemed to meet the gods who served forever at this moment.

Weapons crossed, flesh and blood squirmed, and the sweet smell of blood oppressed the earth to make it hum unbearable. The unimaginable god was unscrupulously releasing His great power.

The barrier between the material realm and the sea of ​​souls seemed to be completely wiped out at this moment. Under His will, countless monsters in the high heavens howled, fearing the unspeakable dark power.

Even the stars felt this terrible power, and the reason of countless creatures burned out in an instant. The desire to kill forced them to pick up the butcher knife.

Angron was bathed in endless blood, and his power had expanded to an incredible level. If he fought a decisive battle with the Lion King at this moment, he might only need one blow to decide the outcome of the battle.

He conveyed His will, "You cannot understand the existence of God. Every violent conflict is my incarnation; every drop of blood flowing will become my nourishment; weapons intersect, anger burns, and my kingdom of heaven expands."

"Mortal, my power is increasing every minute and every second, my demons are endless, and your legion is losing every day. No matter what the outcome of the fight is, failure will never belong to me, just as victory will never belong to you."

The power of the gods has long been integrated into every moment of the universe, every rise and fall of desire, every bloody dispute, every decay of organic matter, and every burst of wisdom.

Their authority contains any side of the light and darkness of the universe, and every action of mortals provides them with nourishment.

For countless years, all living beings have long realized their tragic fate.

Even the former Lord of Man only placed his hope on the great webway project to escape the influence of the gods on the fate of mankind.

But under the influence of the power of the gods, any so-called hope is nothing more than an illusory dream.

But humans were still unwilling to succumb, and Dukel's expression was equally resolute, "You will soon know what I rely on."

When his courage reached its peak, what was brewing from it was the madness of destroying everything.

"Boom!——"

As Dukel's voice fell, a violent vibration came from the void.

It was as if in a latitude that the gods could not predict, there was a supreme weapon that could destroy the material world and the Supreme Heaven together, and it was officially activated.

The entire universe was wailing for its own fate.

The bodies of the God-Lord Demon were about to fall, and they looked around uneasily. As the incarnation of Khorne, they never knew what fear was, but at this moment they were filled with panic.

And the ancient god had a clearer feeling about all this, and he also felt extremely uneasy, as if the entire universe had been counted down and the end was approaching.

"What did you do?!" He roared, and Angron swung his giant axe.

"You will know soon." Dukel also drew out the Sword of Mind, and the Emperor's power stretched out on the sword, and golden flames rose.

Seeing the glory of the sword, the loyalists of the Empire cheered excitedly at the same time.

In stark contrast to the cheers of humans, there were the roaring Khorne demons.

They no longer considered the fairness of the battle, and rushed forward like a tide, just to kill the Primarch and prevent the activation of the terrible weapon.

Their anger was no longer because of the desire for blood, but the struggle against destruction.

Looking at the enemy who attacked him desperately, Dukel felt a little ironic.

The unified will of the demons was as if he was the perpetrator of the universe.

The commander of the imperial guards, Valdo, looked at the scene in front of him in shock, and many imperial guards guarded him.

"What was the shock from the void just now?! What crazy thing did Dukel do again?!!"

Waldo's heart suddenly tightened. As a being with extraordinary intuition, he also felt the uneasy atmosphere.

Since Dukel returned to Terra, everything he did seemed so crazy to him that it made him fearful.

He then turned his inquiring eyes to Sanguinius.

After seeing the archangel, he shook his head silently.

Waldo calmed down quickly, contrary to common sense.

What Duker did this time was not even told to his brother.

This at least shows that this matter is more serious than piercing the emperor's chest with a sword.

At least before assassinating the Emperor, the Lord of Destruction would inform his brother in advance.

"My Majesty." Waldo felt like he was going crazy calmly.

"Support Lord Dukel, support our Supreme Warmaster! We fight for him, maybe we will go to hell eventually, but at least it shouldn't be now!"

The Imperial Guards stepped forward, forming an ancient battle formation, like unstoppable golden arrows, charging towards the devil.

Such a scene was staged within each legion. They were united allies, galloping on the battlefield.

Before the destruction comes, let the thoughts go crazy, and the human will gathers into a torrent, sweeping the entire battlefield under the banner of the golden eagle.

The terrifying bloodthirsty maniac rushed towards Dukel, his heavy body trampling the soil soaked in blood, leaving behind a blackened and blasphemous footprint with every step.

Its great blade burns with fire, and its whip is covered with spikes.

As humans and demons watched, it launched a desperate attack on the Primarch.

"You madman who shouldn't exist in this world, die!" the bloodthirsty demon roared.

"In this universe where there is only war, the fates of perpetrators and victims alternate. If the cries of the victims are destined to sound, then why can't they come from your mouths?"

Even in the face of the siege of many demonic armies, Duker still had the energy to respond. Most of his strength was fighting Angron. His sword and giant ax continued to collide, and then he punched him. The bloodthirsty demon rushed towards him.

The power of the soul overflowed like mist from the original body's eyes, and the boundaries between reality and illusion continued to blur.

The bloodthirsty demon screamed and tried to escape from his attack range.

But no matter how its bat wings vibrate, no matter how its body dodges, it finds itself unable to avoid it.

This terrifying god and demon showed a rare expression of fear, and he finally realized how reckless his actions were.

The power of the mind and the power to distort reality coexist within Dukel's body.

Even before this punch was fired, the fate of reality was already determined, and the cause and effect even reversed at this moment.

The probability of him hitting the bloodthirsty demon is not even 100%, but 120%.

No mortal present could understand how the punch was struck.

Just one punch.

Even before punching, the bloodthirsty maniac let out a series of shrill screams, and finally his mountain-like body was completely blown apart.

All the mortals who had experienced the previous bloody battle were silent. With just one punch, they completely killed a great god of Khorne in an incomprehensible way.

How powerful is this?

In the eyes of mortals, Dukur at this time is no different than a true god walking in the world.

"You feel it too, right?" After doing all this, Duker looked at Angron again, his calm tone unable to conceal his madness,

"The time of reckoning has come, now it's your turn to face the suffering!"

The voice sounded like an ultimatum.

The Sea of ​​Souls, countless dark worlds marked with imperial beacons, were completely destroyed in just an instant, so fast that no existence could respond.

——Just as the imperial beacon lights up, those fallen worlds controlled by demons, the homes of countless souls and believers of gods, are instantly left with only the remains of planets, and everything is swallowed up by end and destruction.

And in this horrific destruction, a huge entity, like a flaming thorn surrounded by thorns, appeared above the Sea of ​​Souls, and thousands of dark worlds were absorbed by it.

Born in endless destruction, He is extremely powerful. At this moment, He is running rampant in the highest heaven, destroying all souls that encounter Him.

"Madman, what have you done?!" Angron, or more specifically the blood shadow behind him, roared with gnashing teeth,

"What have you done? Did you extract the original power to make terrifying weapons? It's not just that!"

In his perception, the sea of ​​souls that used to be perfect seemed like a hole was suddenly poked out, and endless energy flowed along this damaged hole.

Even the ancient gods couldn't understand where these powers flowed.

Maybe this is nothing in the short term, but in the long run, the drying up and collapse of the real universe and subspace will only be a matter of time!

And who can guarantee that the lunatic in front of me will only poke this one loophole?

"As I said, humans, the best species, will never be willing to just be miserable victims. If the cries of victimization are destined to sound, then why can't they come from your mouths?" Duker waved his hands. The sword pointed at the bloody shadow behind Angron,

"The same thing, I will give it to you as well." He said,

"My legions are endless, your demons are dwindling every second!"