Chapter 245 Divine Emperor

The Emperor appeared on the battlefield where Slaanesh and Khorne were fighting. The golden armor on his body emitted a dazzling light. He raised the weapon in his hand and pointed it at Khorne.

"Ha! Two cowards are going to fight together! Come on!"

Khorne did not retreat because of the Emperor's joining. Instead, he had more fighting spirit. His whole body suddenly expanded, and all the two-handed heavy weapons of his eight arms were broken from the middle.

Those axes and heavy hammers immediately turned into one-handed weapons. Khorne used four hands to fight Slaanesh and four hands to fight the Emperor. This kind of god-level war gave him more fighting power, so that he did not lose the upper hand in the face of the siege of the two.

"Such a war! I haven't fought for a long time! Kill!"

Khorne became more and more powerful and enthusiastic in the battle, gradually approaching from a mindless bloody and savage butcher to a real gladiator. The words carrying rage gradually became artistic.

Slaanesh's agile and swift figure began to be captured by Khorne. Those sharp axes knocked against Slaanesh's round shield. The power-level suppression made it difficult for him to deflect Khorne's power, and he could only resist again and again.

The rapier was agile, piercing holes in Khorne's body one after another. The wounds gushing with hot blood made Khorne more and more courageous.

"I will not retreat even if I am seriously injured! I will not be sad in my desperate situation! My body will die but my soul will live!"

Khorne's bloodthirsty and furious eyes began to become clear, and the Emperor saw such a change and felt bad. The war side of this killing madman began to awaken.

To put it simply, he changed from a reckless man who could only chop people into pieces to a smart reckless man who began to consider how to kill people with one chop.

War is not stupid, war is especially smart. In the killing, both sides will use all their wisdom to eliminate the enemy.

We can't let Khorne open his mind at this time! It's not time yet!

I can only use the power that makes me hate.

"Slaanesh! Hold him back!"

"Shut up! I don't need you to help me!"

Slaanesh did not accept the Emperor's kindness. He still thought that he could tie with Khorne, and with the advantage of anger and home field, he could defeat Khorne.

But the Emperor knew that Khorne was no longer something Slaanesh could deal with. Slaanesh's power sources were too complex. Although it was more than Khorne, it was not as pure and dedicated as Khorne. Slaanesh's defeat was doomed.

You see, the Emperor had just evacuated the battle circle for a short while, and one of Slaanesh's arms was cut off by Khorne. Although he could continue to rely on the power of the warp to regenerate, it was still not a good sign.

The Emperor closed his eyes and began to gather the power of faith that he was most reluctant to use.

And as the Emperor moved his mind, all the Emperor's statues throughout the human empire began to emit a faint sacred light.

In the station of the Space Marines, the priest was repeating the Emperor's holy words over and over in the prayer room, repeating the loyalty prayer thousands of times. The golden light shone, and the warriors recited the Emperor's wishes more devoutly.

What is duty? To serve the Emperor's will!

What is the Emperor's will? Let me fight and die!

What is death? It is our duty!

Faith is our shield!

Hatred is our weapon!

We need to know that we are fearless!

We are the angels of death!

In the monastery, the elder sister saw the light on the Emperor's holy image, and immediately summoned all the nuns and believers, kneeling devoutly before the holy image, and praising the Emperor's name loudly and excitedly. Even if the throat was hoarse and coughing up blood, there was no retreat!

In that religious world, a grand mass was held, and countless poor believers bowed down to the golden statue. They prayed to the Emperor for peace, hope, praise the Emperor's great deeds, and praise the Emperor's holiness.

On that unknown battlefield, the legions of both sides fought for a square, and they saw the light of the statue in the dim smoke. Fanatics loyal to the Emperor loudly announced the death of the heretics. They left the trenches, angrily denounced the heretics' blasphemy, praised the Emperor's holy name, and advanced fearlessly without fear of life and death!

In the desperate and dim mines, countless slaves who worked to death saw the light of the only statue of the Emperor carved from white marble in the center of the dilapidated shed area. They approached timidly. The bold ones wanted to touch it with curiosity, but then they were suppressed by the inferiority and blasphemy that emerged from their dirty hands.

They didn't know what to say, and numbly knelt in front of the statue, bent down deeply, and let their foreheads stick tightly to the ground.

The Emperor received these pious and ignorant fanatic forces, feeling his thoughts become cold again, and his face was as sacred and heavy as the solemn religious paintings.

Oh. How great I am.

The Emperor looked at Khorne with contempt. The holy golden light shone, stinging Slaanesh's body and making him step back to avoid the light on the Emperor.

How ruthless and arrogant, how cold and holy. It's hard to describe.

This is the first time that Slaanesh has a great fear of the Emperor. He doesn't even want to think about hugging that golden figure. That little guy is still the best.

Khorne is facing a great enemy, all weapons are aimed at the Emperor, he did not take the initiative to attack, but chose to observe the Emperor's actions.

The blood waves in the sky collided with the golden light of the Emperor, and were annihilated in the waves of the warp. Countless believers are dedicating the power of faith to their gods.

Khorne's weapons merged into one, becoming a shadow of the first weapon ever to appear in human history, a blood-stained spear of Schoningen.

This spear was held in Khorne's hand and thrust towards the God-Emperor, and the God-Emperor had no intention of evading. These weapons were the rules, and if they were thrust out, they would hit.

The God-Emperor's sword and the Schoningen spear intertwined, stabbing at their enemy.

The long sword pierced Khorne's chest, and the holy flames burst out from under his armor. Khorne finally let out the first sound of pain since his injury.

"ha!"

Khorne disappeared, but the condition of the God-Emperor was not good either. His chest was also stabbed by the Schoeningen Spear. He was dripping with golden blood and bent down slightly. The holy flames and cold energy on his body The field also began to slowly dissipate.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and pointed his sword at Slaanesh, who was standing aside in a daze, "Jaghatai and that Eldar, hand them over."

Slaanesh curled his lips in disdain. Seeing the Emperor's seriously injured appearance, he also made a small calculation.

Then his thoughts were shattered by the Emperor's glance. Slaanesh knew that once he rejected the Emperor, the madman in front of him would turn into the cold God-Emperor and teach him a lesson.

He didn't want to be dealt with by that horrible thing.

The Emperor in Eternal Echoes, do you see how huge this big guy is? It feels bigger than the Knight Titan.