Chapter 642 The Emperor Is a Girl

The Ghoul Sector was too far away, and the weak light of the Astronomican greatly limited the extension of the Emperor's power.

Fortunately, the coming of Khorne smashed the barrier constructed by Tzeentch, and the Emperor could also shuttle through the broken crystals and project his will on the believers.

Since Perturabo was somewhat resistant last time, the Emperor was too lazy to attach himself to these children, and just told Celes to open her heart and prepare for his coming.

Celes readily agreed, and when she opened her eyes the next time, she burst into a sacred light.

"Praise the Emperor!" The fanatical believers didn't know what to say, and even the Space Marines who had seen the Emperor's manifestation could not contain their excitement.

Celes spread her wings and flew slowly, landing at the forefront of the battle line. As the light on her body shone, the fortress of Khorne slowly dissolved and evaporated.

"You. You are." Dorn stammered, looking at Celes' figure with only disbelief in his eyes.

Celes didn't look back, but just responded faintly. Although it was still Celes's soft and beautiful female voice, the moment these words appeared, Dorn felt the familiarity he had experienced ten thousand years ago.

The familiarity with his father softened his body, which was stiff due to depression, but seeing his tall and powerful father possessed by a little girl with wings like a demon, Dorn's heart was still shrouded in confusion.

"This... This can't be." Dorn staggered a little, and he took a step back. This was something that would never happen to the master who was holding his ground. Even if Perturabo hit him in the chest with a power hammer, Dorn would force himself to make himself as solid as a mountain.

"So the times have changed, Dorn." Perturabo said, with envy for Celes in his tone, "Everything that the Emperor once opposed has returned to the Empire, and it has become the only way for the Empire to survive now."

"This." Dorn's eyes were blurred, and he shook his head.

This day. Probably this day. At least Perturabo's atomic clock lost its effectiveness here.

Anyway, Perturabo has seen the happy scenes that he couldn't see in the past ten thousand years in this short time.

Dorn's shock, Dorn's anger, Dorn's panic, Dorn's confusion.

When looking at Dorn's pale face that can be compared with Curze, Perturabo can't feel too much happiness, only sadness is rising.

In front of him is Kharne, who is possessed by Khorne, and he is glaring at Celes, who is possessed by the God-Emperor. The sound of metal colliding in praise of Khorne's name, and the fanatical worship of the Emperor's name are colliding.

Although he and Chagatai prayed to the Emperor before, he thought he was not a believer, but was just implementing his pragmatic creed.

"Times have changed. We have to be more pragmatic." Perturabo murmured, which was a comfort to himself and to Dorn.

Trembling as he stroked the exquisite book made of human skin, Dorn replied to Perturabo in a heavy voice, "I will find time to read this book."

The whispers between the Primarchs did not affect the battle between the two bearers of the power of the gods. The buzzing chainsaw axes and the flaming long swords collided with each other and made a loud noise.

The warriors tried to help their great God-Emperor, but found that their battle was so swift and deadly.

The Space Marine veteran who thought he had a good shooting skill could only hold the gun in his hand helplessly, watching the shadows of one red and one gold entangled in the air.

The battle between the two gods in reality became very savage and violent. Both sides were unwilling to keep more patience on the other side, and just wanted to expel each other in the fastest way.

Every time the logo of Kahn's helmet fell on Roca who attacked Drazar, the silent Celes would block his sight and sting Kahn's eyes with the golden light in his eyes.

A heavy chop went straight to Celes's head. Because of the excitement of the battle, hot blood was flowing out of his armor.

Celes, who was covered in golden light, was stained by the blood. Her pure white feathers were stained with blood, and the tips of the feathers were also slightly red.

Kahn used the chain on his arm to entangle Celes's long blade. Although he couldn't swing his chain saw axe, his other hand, which was good at using plasma pistol, could also become a deadly weapon.

Shoot with a gun? Shoot a ball of hot plasma at Celes' face? Kahn gave up this idea and instead focused on the pair of wings behind Celes.

His hand pierced Celes' body like a chisel, broke through from the other end, and crushed the base of Celes' wings in his hand.

Celes didn't change her face, as if she was not the one injured. She let Kahn pierce her body, and then she could move another wing to spread it. The wings were sharp and hot under the protection of faith, and scraped against one side of Kahn's body.

The wings, like a hot file, first scraped off Kahn's armor, and then scraped off a layer of his flesh and bones.

The blood spurted out only the excited roar of the Blood God. He retracted his fist and tried to pull the detached wing out through the wound on Celes' chest.

But before he could do that, the wing chopped down again, cleanly cutting off Kahn's head and cutting off his arm that had desecrated Celes' wound.

The headless body fell from the sky, and the amount of blood spurted out could no longer be measured by biological science.

Finally, Kahn fell into the shrine of Khorne and sank into the pool of blood. But the God-Emperor in Celes knew that this was definitely not the end. He would not retreat so easily before Khorne was happy.

Gently falling to the ground, Celes's appearance made others feel heartbroken and painful. Those fanatics who believed in the God-Emperor wished that they would bear these injuries themselves.

The blood hole in his chest was slowly repaired by the golden light, and the broken wings behind him also grew new ones.

Looking back and silently looking at the Primarchs, Celes walked towards Dorn and Fulgrim.

Fulgrim knelt down in guilt, lowered his head and dared not see the light in Celes' eyes. Dorn stood there stupidly, opened his mouth several times but couldn't speak, so he had to hold the Holy Word in his hand tightly.

"Welcome back."

The faint four words made Fulgrim collapse on the spot. He cried and wailed to vent his regret in his heart.

Dorn looked at Celes and moved his lips, "Mother."

There was no hesitation in his tone, as if Dorn had said a recognized fact that was not worth mentioning.

Celes was stunned, she looked at Dorn's face and was silent for a second.

Lorgar promoted religion during the Great Crusade and left behind a stable and prosperous world. His construction ability was comparable to Guilliman's.