Red Angel: Speak for Me!!

"Is this guy the Red Angel?"

"He's incredibly ugly."

"The ugliness of Chaos is always consistent."

"..."

The players who were traveling with Mephiston and the Blood Angels also spotted the Red Angel.

One by one, they showed expressions of disgust.

This left the Red Angel, who had made a high-profile entrance, somewhat hurt.

I am, after all, a powerful the Unliving.

For those small civilizations that haven't even ventured into space, they are practically the ultimate demon kings capable of destroying the world.

Do you think I have any dignity if you treat me like this?

"Hey bro, aren't you afraid of getting burned by burning your whole body like that?"

The Erlong Gang Leader, who was Blood Angels, asked curiously.

He was among the fifth batch of players to enter the game.

There were six hundred people in the same period.

Currently, their rank and weaponry place them in the top tier.

In terms of combat power and influence, they are far inferior to the previous batches of players.

The flames on the Red Angel suddenly rose even higher.

He glared at the Erlong Gang Leader, "Do you know who I am?"

I am the Unliving born from the wrath of the Blood Angels, a guest of Horus, and Daemon Primarch of the Warp.

Back in Terra, I wielded a greatsword and fought my way from the Wall of Eternity to the Imperial Palace Sanctum, hacking and slashing for nine months straight. Rivers of blood flowed, and mountains of corpses piled up.

But I just swiftly and decisively struck, without even blinking.

The flames on my body are the embodiment of the deceased's anger and despair. Now you're asking me if I'll get burned?

"The minions of the Cursed One, Outsider."

The Red Angel murmured strangely, its eyes fixed on the players, including the Erlong Gang Leader.

The deeds of these guys had already spread throughout the Warp.

Rumor has it that they come from another higher-dimensional world, immortal and eternal beings.

Even if the Warp and the Realspace are destroyed, they will not die.

At most, they will be banished back to their original high-dimensional world.

Even the gods cannot directly corrupt them; they can only slowly tempt them.

Some ancient beings have made speculations,

They believed that as long as these guys joined the gods, they would be guaranteed to be promoted to Daemon Primarch and receive blessings and favors no less than those of the Primarch.

"It seems this guy has a pretty high status in the Warp, he actually broke the fourth wall."

Upon seeing the Red Angel reveal that she was a player,

The players, including the Erlong Gang Leader, remained unmoved.

They had long ago learned that the demons and gods of the Warp could break the fourth wall and become aware of the players' existence.

Many people think this setting was a stroke of genius, giving the Warp a boost.

"Why serve the Cursed One? If you are willing to Warp, the gods will be happy to treat you as honored guests."

"You can have whatever you want, power, women, strength, you name it."

"Imagine the days when you wield those extraordinary powers; you will become the gods of this universe."

The Red Angel's voice was incredibly seductive.

The illusion appeared in the players' minds as he spoke.

As long as they nod, they can immediately live a life of extravagance and unbridled indulgence.

The Emperor's Children, "Declare War If Not Being A Dog," scratched his head, looking puzzled.

"I only have one question: if we kill you all, won't those things still be ours?"

Red Angel: "..."

Depend on!

Are you all so greedy?

They actually thought they could wipe out the entire Warp!

Even if you're a higher-dimensional being, don't be so arrogant!

"Arrogant and foolish."

The Red Angel knew there was no way to continue negotiating with these Outsider.

These guys are of noble birth, from a higher dimension.

There must be a natural contempt for these low-latitude beings.

Even if they were gods, they probably wouldn't be of any interest to them; they're just having fun in this low-dimensional universe.

Only by shattering their arrogance and forcing them to kneel completely can we make them realize the power of the Warp.

Even beings in high dimensions must bow down obediently in the face of Warp.

"I have never tasted what the soul of a creature from a higher latitude is like, so why don't you satisfy me today?"

The Red Angel let out a low growl.

The flames surrounding his body grew increasingly fierce, and the phantom wings behind him became more and more solid.

He lunged at the players.

At that moment, an Operation Lightning, intertwined with black and red, struck out.

The Red Angel was instantly cleaved dozens of meters away.

He crashed hard into a mottled wall.

It was Mephiston who made the move after completing the Primaris.

After merging with the Dark Angel, he was burdened with Baal's curse, but he also gained unimaginable power.

This power stems from the rage of the Sons of Baal and their thirst for killing.

He was the jailer, imprisoning this power and preventing it from harming Baal or the Imperium.

They can also use this imprisoned power to defeat their enemies.

"I was planning to deal with you guys later, but it seems I need to take care of you first before I can focus on dealing with these Outsider."

The Red Angel leaped from the ruins, letting out a deep roar.

He strode forward, charging towards Mephiston.

The Red Angel are incredibly fast.

Despite the constant firing from the Blood Angels and players around Mephiston, they failed to hit him.

"Die in despair."

The Red Angel roared and swung its claws at Mephiston.

The next second, the demon was sent flying backward at an even greater speed.

Boom!!

A terrifying loud noise,

The Red Angel crashed into a dilapidated tower, sending dust and smoke billowing everywhere.

Roar!

A terrifying roar rang out.

The Red Angel leaped from the smoke and dust, hovering in the air.

A pair of blood-dripping wings sprouted from his back, allowing him to stand in the air, ignoring the planet's gravity.

"Alright, the game is over. It's time to show you my true power."

"In the time to come, slowly savor the pain and despair I have brought you."

The Red Angel looked down at the people on the ground with an arrogant tone.

Mephiston didn't speak; he roared to the sky, a terrifying sound that shook the heavens.

The Red Angel, who had initially thought victory was assured, suddenly changed her expression and felt uneasy.

A pair of pure black wings sprouted from Mephiston's back.

An immense power surged within him.

Even though she was Red Angel who was a demon,

Before this absolute power, they are as weak as children.

"This is impossible!!"

The Red Angel, who had just been incredibly arrogant and self-assured, now looked terrified.

"How could a mere mortal possibly wield such immense power?!"

Players who came to the Signus Prime with the Blood Angels were also surprised to see Mephiston's new form.

They also took photos of Mephiston and shared them on the World Chat Channel.

Erlong Gang Leader: "Incredible! Such terrifying power! No wonder he's known as the man who cultivates immortality in Warhammer."

Little Alpaca: "Strong, incredibly strong."

Ten-Timer: "The official team should take the blame! Why are the NPCs so much stronger than the players?!"

Old Thirteen: "I also protest, unless you give me a pair of wings too."

Warmaster: "@Old Thirteen, here's a pair of blue wings. If you add some red paint, you can cosplay as Red Ogryn."

The Twisted Man said, "To be honest, it doesn't feel out of place at all."

Hardcore Bro: "This idea is really good."

Cthulhu vs. Pretty Girl: "I support cosplaying the red- Ogryn."

"Declare War If Not Being A Dog: 'Aren't we discussing the strength of Mephiston? You've completely veered off-topic.'"

Dried Meat on the Golden Throne: "That's normal. In other games, the players are the fathers, and we have to coax them. In Warhammer Online, the NPCs are the fathers, and we have to coax them."

"I always feel like this game's name is ruining me. I have terrible luck. Whenever it involves gambling, I always end up with the worst possible outcome."

"Last time we wiped out the Orks, I was thrown right in front of the Ork Warlord. My arm was broken right at the start of the battle. I've always suspected that Old Man Emperor tampered with the teleportation."

Warmaster: "@Golden Dried Meat on the Golden Throne, why don't you change your game name?"

The Dried Meat on the Golden Throne: "No way! What's so fun about ordinary games? If you're going to play, play the highest difficulty. I firmly believe that as long as you're strong enough, even Old Man Emperor will be helpless."

Warmaster: "Dried Meat on the Golden Throne, I admire you."

Ten-Timer: "Impressive +1."

"Impressive +1"

+1

"+10086"

"..."

While players continued to veer off-topic,

Mephiston charged toward the Red Angel, ready to wash away the shame of ten thousand years ago.