"Then we have an obligation to make it happier. For example, we should make its great demon leave it forever. It just so happens that my black bean sprouts' self-disciplined search does not require me to exert too much effort. I can use my energy on other chess pieces."
Liang Feifan smiled as if he had thought of something. He walked to his chess box and took out a few black bean sprout chess pieces from a pile of black bean sprout chess pieces that he had not yet sent into the battlefield. ... Grey Knights and Paladins, among whom there was even a flag bearer.
"Huh? Isn't Black Bean Sprout your military watch today? Why did you bring the Grey Knight with you?"
"I didn't paint these Grey Knights and Paladins properly, so I thought I'd come to Big E's professional spray booth and use his high-end paint to touch them up. I didn't expect it to come in handy here - Silence, get your ribs to give me more accurate coordinates! I'm going to use a Terminator Teleport Strike on these two demons!"
"Good Le!"
19. The Unlucky Day of Tzeentch
Every stroke is done carefully.
In a cleaned up, bedded, and furnished with a simple table and bench, the single room, which was probably occupied by some staff of the power station, was ready for living. Commissar Caggins was holding a pen, and writing down the recent battle report under the light of the auxiliary servoskulls he had begged from the Mechanicus. After confirming that the power station had been completely returned to the Empire and that the main facilities could function again after repairs, the Imperial Commissar was finally able to divert some of his energy from the battlefield. Although, the energy he diverted was still serving the Empire.
"... Phew... I hope the Military Affairs Department won't mind that my report is too vague."
After carefully polishing his sentences and making sure that every word of High Gothic he had written was correct, and that his words did not reveal any information that should not be leaked, Political Commissar Caggins breathed a sigh of relief and carefully copied the contents of the draft onto formal document paper. He then carefully rolled up the document paper, put it in a special envelope, sealed it with something that looked like sealing wax, and carefully stuffed it into his briefcase. Like the servo skull, these things were also materials that the political commissar had obtained from the reinforcements with a sullen face and was very embarrassed. After all,
Today's political commissars really have nothing except combat equipment and a set of political commissar clothes.
“Ding, ding, ding——”
Just as the political commissar finished writing the report, put away his briefcase, and was about to get some water to drink and take a nap on the bed, there was an inopportune knock on the door. The political commissar recognized that this knock was the special knock that Lieutenant Borison and he had agreed on, and pinched his face to dispel his tiredness, walked to the door, opened it, and called Lieutenant Borison in.
"Lieutenant, what's the matter?"
"While patrolling the Lower Nest area, the Astartes found some of our men who were still alive and fighting the aliens. They have now been safely brought to this large power station."
"good very good!"
Upon hearing the news, Political Commissar Keggins's tiredness was instantly swept away. He straightened his clothes, carefully put on the political commissar's hat, and strode out of the room - he knew very well that the soldiers who had been able to fight in this underground nest until now without falling, even if they were recruits before, had now been tempered by the flames of war, and they would all be the backbone of this regiment when the flag of the regiment once again flew over the starry sea in the future!
——————————————The dividing line of the upper nest area——————————————————————
In a miserable state and covered with wounds.
Beaten by the Great Demon of Khorne, his left wing completely drooped, the feathers on his right wing were all burnt black, one of his legs was broken, and there was a scar on his head that was still faintly filled with the power of Khorne. Leaning on his staff, he limped carefully on the road in the upper nest area, exuding an aura of "I'm a drowned chicken" from beginning to end. After fighting with the Great Demon of Khorne on the tower for a long time, Eslar, who was almost hacked to death because the battle environment was too narrow, finally found an opportunity. He created a strong illusion of himself to confuse the Great Demon of Khorne, and then escaped by jumping off the building in a very un-Tzeentch way. Judging from the current situation, it probably succeeded.
"Why does the power of the cursed appear in this world? What is its medium? Why can't I find any trace of its power being guided into this world?"
However, although he looked miserable, Eslar's essence as a Tzeentch demon was not harmed. After using his own ritual to guide a few rotten fish and shrimp souls to stabilize his material structure to avoid being expelled back to the warp, Eslar immediately focused on finding the answer to the question he was most concerned about. Soon, after cruising in time and fate, Eslar was "surprised" to find that he had found nothing!
"Look for it..."
"Find them..."
“I saw change, endless change—change without a source.”
"The past is cutting, the future is twisting—"
Just as Eslar was ecstatic about the unknown and at the same time fell into distress due to worrying about his own fate, the power of the disturbance of the High Heaven gave it vitality, and Tzeentch's orders rang in its ears, causing Eslar's morale to begin to rise.
"As you command! Saint Tzeentch! I will solve the mystery and dedicate the unknown to you - quack!!!"
Several bombs suddenly exploded on Eslar's body. The power contained in them gave Eslar indescribable pain. Eslar realized that he was ambushed by something bad. Just as he was about to cast a spell, he was attracted by the war roar and the Black Legion Astartes rushing towards him in his sight. When he was sure that his feeling was correct, he almost forgot to fight back.
"How is this possible? How could the Chaos Eight Points be created by the power of the cursed? This... What a change!!!"
Just when Eslar was in ecstasy because he had seen the truly unknown knowledge and the nature of the Great Daemon of Tzeentch, four Astartes of the Black Legion had already rushed in front of it. One of them even swung the chainsaw sword in his hand and slashed it into the fresh wound on Eslar's body that was cut by the Great Daemon of Khorne at a speed that Eslar could not react to. Then, he pulled it hard!
“Ku ...
20. The Day of Disaster of Khorne
Angry, angry.
Endless anger at being deceived by the Great Demon of Tzeentch flowed in the heart of the bloodthirsty demon - although it had already anticipated this possibility.
The desire to harvest the skulls of warriors and let the world flow with countless blood echoes in its heart - in the domain of the Blood God, because it has set foot in the real world, the eight armies of the Blood God have been assembled, and the blood in the eighty-eight blood lakes is boiling because of its anger - the bloodthirsty devil knows very well that as long as it can obtain 8888 warriors' skulls in this world, the Blood God will grant it eight wars, eight wars that will allow it to enjoy itself to the fullest and even allow it to upgrade its rank!
however……
Seeing the mortals in front of him either sitting on the ground with limp limbs and incontinence, or running away in a tumble, or kneeling down to beg for mercy, or frantically smearing things on their bodies and "humbly requesting" to be his guides, the bloodthirsty devil felt his blood boiling. Where were the warriors? According to the intelligence it had learned, shouldn't the Empire be...
Are there many brave warriors who are not afraid of sacrifice? Why do I only find cowards?
"You useless people! Take up your weapons and face me!"
Since the skull of the coward is worth almost nothing to this bloodthirsty demon even if it is harvested, the great demon of Khorne had to try to use his voice beyond reality to stir up ripples in the subspace, trying to ignite the courage and anger of the mortals in front of him. However, the idea is good, but the reality is that after the bloodthirsty demon turned his pure anger into the vibration of the subspace and turned it into words to vent to these mortals, he "surprised" to find that these mortals not only did not pick up weapons to express even a little courage, but became more likely to lie on the ground and whimper!
"Your skulls are only fit to be fed to hounds!! Your souls are only fit to be tortured forever in the depths of a sea of blood!!"
Endless rage filled the bloodthirsty demon's heart, and the flames of pure anger poured out of the bloodthirsty demon's mouth, burning all the living things in front of it - whether they were begging for surrender or whimpering, whether they were fleeing or dazed - into ashes with only skulls left. Then, the Khorne Demon stretched out his left foot and stepped heavily on several skulls that had fallen to the ground.
The sound is like popping beans.
———————————————On the Glorious Queen——————————————————————
"Silence, silence. Haven't you finished positioning yet? Look, the Black Legion of the Chosen Seven are happily fighting the Tzeentch. Don't wait until the Black Legion chops the Tzeentch into pieces before my Paladin has started fighting the Khorne. That would be really bad."
"It's almost there, it's almost there - it's quite troublesome to get accurate positioning with NEC's command efficiency. We were about to lock on to it just now, but then Tzeentch escaped and Khorne started moving - the terrain is inside a building, you don't want your Grey Knights Paladin squad to get stuck in the wall after being teleported down, right?"
"Adjust slowly, no rush. Right now, Brother Khorne is still in the process of stabilizing its loyalty curve. I think it may have killed and burned more traitors than us."
"After all, that place is the lair of traitors. The Khorne family is not a place where they will kill all their own people. They may kill their own people later. By the way, this Khorne Daemon seems to be very unhappy?"
"...Um, why do you think Khorne, the great demon of the evil god family whose dominant emotion is anger, would be happy?"
"It kept crushing the burned skulls, and it never used an axe to chop them. This is very un-Khorne - if allowed, don't the K family like to chop off heads, watch the blood spurt, and then collect the heads as decorations?"
"So it's true - this K-demon is not really here for the sake of loyalty, right?"
"Not really. Don't think too much about Chaos. I'm really curious. I'll wait until Liang Feifan's Grey Knight fights it and tries to trick it into doing something. I'll know why it does this."
"It doesn't answer?"
"That means it has big plans. We'll have to use Big E's fire to burn down every place it passes by!!"
—————————————The dividing line of Khorne Daemon——————————————————
"Cowardly, dirty..."
The Great Khorne, who had already burned more than half of the tallest buildings in the upper nest area of the first hive of Jodis and caused the deaths of thousands, trampled on the skulls under his feet with hatred, and the last remains of the victims were turned into debris under his great power. The chaos fire kept pouring out of his mouth and nose because of its breathing movement, igniting one hot fireball after another in the air - the rage in his heart still urged him to carry out the skull-stealing and gluttonous business, but the fact that there was not a single warrior among the thousands of skulls had seriously disturbed the "fighting spirit" of the Great Khorne.
Suddenly, a wave of waves based on the Warp stirred the restless soul of the Great Demon of Khorne, and a huge and undisguised fighting spirit made it ecstatic - finally! Finally, a warrior challenged it! I can finally harvest the warrior's skull!
“Sacrifice skull to skull throne! Sacrifice blood to blood god!!!”
Driven by endless fighting spirit, the bloodthirsty demon suddenly spread his wings and exerted force with his legs. The whole demon was like the most terrifying heavy armored vehicle, crashing and trampling everything along the way, and rushed to the place where the fighting spirit broke out at the shortest distance. When the five "canned targets" appeared in its eyes, the bloodthirsty demon who had been blinded by rage did not recognize the true identities of these five targets at all. He raised his battle axe that was constantly dripping with blood, and chopped down at the most conspicuous target among them!
"clang!!!!"
This is the sound of weapons colliding.
"Ok??"
This was the sound of confusion made by the bloodthirsty demon when it found that its attacks had no effect. Only at this time did it begin to carefully observe who its chosen enemies were, and it realized why these 'five cans' were so aggressive.
"We are the sword of mankind, we are the hammer of purification."
Speaking in a calm tone as if it were an obvious fact, the Grey Knight Paladin standard-bearer who had blocked the bloodthirsty demon's attack raised his head slightly, looked at the bloodthirsty demon who was spewing the flames of the warp with a 'cold' look, and slammed the battle flag in his hand to the ground - holy power surged, and holy land was created.
"Grey Knights, banish the evil."
twenty one
.Khorne the Great, Destroyed
How is the description of the Warhammer 40k universe described? In this dark and desperate galaxy, the only thing left is war.
As the strongest demon under the command of the Blood God Khorne who holds the power of war, the Bloodthirster is the embodiment of the concept of war. Whenever this incarnation of pure anger steps into the real universe, a bloody storm that mortals cannot imagine will inevitably be set off - the wave of destruction will devour everything it touches, and the souls of mortals can only wail in the sea of blood - one hundred thousand, one million, ten million? The number of lives is just the number of skulls in the eyes of the Bloodthirster!
However, on the world of Jodis, such a wave of destruction has been stopped.
"boom--"
"clang----"
"brush----"
"call out------!"
In the passage where most of it had been ablaze by demonic fire and looked like the passage of the Khorne domain, the four warriors except the standard-bearer of the Grey Knights Paladin squad standing on the holy land were calmly wielding their Heavenly Punishment Demon-Slaying Warhammers, coordinating perfectly and using concise and effective movements to block the Bloodthirsty Demon's angry slashes again and again. A small number of axe blades that were blocked to a serious deflection were left to slash through the true silver armor protected by holy texts filled with psychic energy on their bodies - even though the Bloodthirsty Demon had a much taller body than the Grey Knights, even though the angry Khorne Daemon's attacks had a speed that ordinary Astartes could not catch its trajectory, even though the angry Khorne Daemon's slashes had the terrifying ability to easily tear apart armored weapons such as Leman Russ, even though the angry Bloodthirsty Demon's battle axe even disturbed the balance of the real universe, allowing the rifts in the warp to flash briefly, however, it just couldn't break through the Grey Knights' defenses at all!
As time went on, the Khorne Demon was unable to tear through the Grey Knights' defenses, and his inner rage grew stronger, so he swung his axes more and more vigorously, causing the imbalance of the surrounding real universe to become more and more obvious. At this time, the Grey Knights, who had been passively defending and taking beatings, finally took action - at the moment when the Bloodthirsty Demon swung his axe to the maximum, the Grey Knights Paladin standard-bearer suddenly gripped the flagpole, and holy psychic energy instantly lingered on the Bloodthirsty Demon's body. The Grey Knights Paladins holding the Heavenly Punishment Demon-Slaying Hammer also guided the power from the Warp with their spiritual will in this lightning flash, causing supernatural lightning to crackle on their hammers!
"The emperor's will can be candled, and the hole will destroy the monsters."
The low war roars of the Grey Knights shook the Warp that had begun to erode reality. The small Warp demons that dared to peek into reality trembled in the roars. The four Heavenly Punishment Demon-Slaying Hammer Swords struck the left and right calves of the Bloodthirsty Demon almost at the same time, causing demon blood to splatter and bones to crack.
"Roar--------!!!"
With both legs disabled, the Bloodthirsty Demon lost his balance in an instant, and his entire body fell forward involuntarily. What greeted him was the second round of attack from the already dispersed Grey Knights and Paladins squad - this time, the Bloodthirsty Demon's arms and spine screamed at the same time as they were overwhelmed.
"This kind of power——You are the cursed ones...!"
After two rounds of catastrophic attacks, the Khorne Daemon finally tasted the essence of the power used by the Grey Knights in front of him. Having sensed his fate, he let out a roar that could almost be called a "scream" - but, at the end of his rope, he couldn't figure out why he encountered the soldiers of the Damned here? Why did these warriors, who were generated by the pure power of the Damned and were enough to cause his own subspace essence to suffer severe damage or even collapse, appear without any signs of a strong subspace reaction?
“Crack——————”
However, the evil creature from the Warp did not have the chance to finish its words. When it was halfway through its words, the Grey Knight's Heavenly Punishment Demon Slayer Hammer, guided by psychic energy, had already heavily bombarded its head. As the psychic thunder lingering on the hammer exploded, the head of the bloodthirsty demon was completely devoured by the golden flames.
“No…No…!”
When Khorne's consciousness was about to disappear, a sudden thought came to his mind. He thought of a lot of unreasonable things that happened when he came to this world, and he thought of what a big blue bird said. All of this made him gather his final will, and he roared out the name of the thing he thought was the culprit.
“Tzeentch——————!!!”
This is the last echo of this great Daemon of Khorne left in the mortal world and the Warp.
————————————In the Subspace——————————————————————
A huge, terrifying body that reaches the sky and penetrates the earth sits on the brass throne, and its huge blood-red pupils eternally gaze at this world made of brass and skulls shrouded in war and massacre. Violence is the cornerstone here, and blood is the paint here. The collision of weapons and the roar of warriors are like paintbrushes, painting out fiery red clouds, and then letting them spread to the end of the horizon.
This is the realm of Khorne, this is a land of burning earth, here is only war and rage, here the fighting never ceases.
"....?"
Suddenly, the Lord of the Skulls slightly raised its head and looked in a certain direction. It felt that a name was echoing in its immortal mind, a name that was missing something.
Then, the name echoed back - there was no doubt that the owner of this name had done something to him. Although he did not know it, did Khorne need to know?
“Woo————————”
As Khorne's pure rage erupted, the sound of brass war horns resounded throughout the entire Khorne domain. Eight hundred and eighty-eight elite Blood God armies gathered at the sound of the horns, and under the guidance of the Blood God's rage, they charged towards Tzeentch's domain. When his own domain was trampled and burned, Tzeentch, who was spying on the changes in the depths of the Crystal Labyrinth, belatedly "woke up".
"Variety?"
"change!!!"
"The war that is not seen!"
"My servants! Welcome it, embrace it!!"
Amid the Supreme Eagle's chaotic and seemingly illogical words, nine hundred and ninety-nine Tzeentchian demon armies flew out from the depths of the maze and rushed to the battlefield following the orders of their lord. They wanted to dedicate the changes in this war to Tzeentch, whether it was success or failure.
The great war in the warp, another meaningless unveiling.
22. Tzeentch, the Great Demon, Dissipated
Eslar felt bad.
very bad.
As a Tzeentch demon, Eslar is well aware of the fickleness of fate. He also knows that even his lord, the omniscient Saint Tzeentch, is actually manipulated by the endless changes of fate. Therefore, any Tzeentch demon is prepared to embrace the unknown and welcome changes when doing anything. However, if this change may be at the cost of his own annihilation...
This change is too bad!!!
"Quack! In the name of Saint Tzeentch! Servant of the Damned! Get out of here!"
Eslar, who had already discerned the true nature of the 'Black Legion' in front of him, waved his staff frantically, directing wave after wave of the evil waves of the Warp, and then used the endless sparks of inspiration jumping in his mind to shape and outline these energies, turning them into powerful psychic spells, bombarding the Black Legion members who were still charging towards him in a changeable manner - under normal circumstances, these Black Legion members would have long been tortured by the spells of the Great Demon Tzeentch to the point where their appearance was unrecognizable, and it was possible that their souls had even been twisted into indescribable grotesque things, but now?
Although two members of the Black Legion had been defeated by its power, and the Black Legion Astartes that were still charging towards it also looked wounded - some Astartes had even lost parts of their bodies. However, this was definitely not the effect that its spells were supposed to cause! The psychic spells it blasted out could not have caused only such superficial wounds!
"For victory in every battle! For the transfer of the soaring braids!!"
However, even though Eslar had tried his best, even though he had used the knowledge he had mastered beyond his level, he just couldn't stop these things that had the word "wrong" from the beginning to the end. Amid the high-speed operation of the servomechanisms, they were like mad dogs, slashing at him with chainswords, or shooting at him with grenade launchers not far away. Although the psychic shield of the Warp surging on the demon's body could help him resist most of the attacks, and although these Black Legion Astartes, who were formed by the power of the cursed, had extremely abnormal resistance to the Warp and the ability to convert any damage into "fixed body gradual damage", their lethality was only slightly better than that of normal Astartes... However, Eslar also knew that as a Tzeentch demon, he was "served" by the "cursed" and the remaining Khorne power at the same time, and he might die suddenly due to an accident!
finally......
After an unknown amount of time of chaotic fighting, the Tzeentchian Daemon, who had annihilated the Black Legion's Astartes to only two, saw the dawn of victory.
"The cursed one - I have changed your fate! You cannot stop this world from welcoming the gift of change!"
Staring at the last two Black Legion Astartes who were covered in wounds and looked like they would not survive his next round of attacks, Eslar felt that he had only experienced an exciting change. Feeling that he was able to do it again, his tone was no longer as flustered as at the beginning, and he returned to the usual smugness and condescension of the Great Demon Tzeentch - so what if the cursed disrupted his plans? The final change still led to the path of Saint Tzeentch!
"Win every battle!!!"
