The Gods Who Came Sniffing Out the Archangel

One is the Unliving born from the primal wrath of the Blood Angels, possessing many of the abilities of Warp beings.

One is a jailer who has merged with the original Black Rage and become that power, known as an unparalleled warrior who cultivates immortality in the Warhammer Universe.

Both sides possess immense power beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

To those weaker civilizations, they were already legendary gods and demons.

The two sides used their wings to fly and fought in the sky, a scene just like that described in myths.

The force released from the collision caused the sky to tremble.

Cracks appeared in the sky, from which the brilliance of the Warp burst forth, dazzling and transforming the entire sky.

Mephiston's eyes blazed with a dark red light.

The armor emitted a rich, crimson glow, making the person appear incredibly eerie.

Behind it was a pair of pure black wings, also surrounded by a blood-red glow.

If any members of the Inquisition were here, they would probably all shout at Mephiston.

"Heretical, this is a heresy."

"Immediately call upon the Grey Knights to suppress this heretic."

Meanwhile, the Red Angel on the other side was also constantly increasing her power.

After the Great Rift appeared, the amount of Ethereal in the Realspace increased.

This allows the Unliving to be more active in the Realspace and to wield even greater power.

Many things that I couldn't do before, I can now do with ease.

Before the war even began, the Red Angel were brimming with confidence.

He believed that with his current power, he was more than capable of crushing the beings in the Realspace and torturing the Corpse Emperor's minions to the point of near death.

But after actually fighting, he realized one thing: he seemed unable to defeat the human in front of him.

In the sky, psionic light surged, and dazzling thunder roared continuously.

The two figures crisscrossed each other, sometimes intertwined, sometimes separated, and engaged in fierce battles many times.

The terrible aftershocks unleashed a fierce wind that swept in all directions.

With a loud bang,

Mephiston waved his hand, unleashing a bolt of crimson lightning.

In an instant, lightning streaked across the sky and struck the Red Angel.

A piercing scream rang out.

The Red Angel was struck by lightning and sent flying, crashing to the ground.

With a loud bang, a large crater appeared on the ground, and spiderweb-like cracks spread outwards from the crater in all directions.

The Erlong Gang Leader shook his head in disappointment as he watched this scene. "Is that all? What a weakling."

The phrase "Declare War If Not Being A Dog" was met with nods of agreement from the players.

"The current the Unliving is getting worse with each generation."

"This Red Angel is the worst I've ever seen."

The Red Angel, who had just climbed out of the pit. "..."

How can you humiliate me like this? Don't I have any shame?

The Red Angel roared to the sky.

He continued to frantically absorb the energy of the Warp, his size visibly increasing, and the surging psionic energy around him also became stronger.

As her power increased, the Red Angel became increasingly tyrannical.

He wants to prove with his abilities that he's not a weakling.

He is the Red Angel who instills fear and dread in countless civilizations.

Mephiston swooped down like a predator hawk.

He swung the Scepter, which was covered in arcs of electricity, and brought it down.

A loud whooshing sound filled the air.

After completing the Primaris and receiving the power of the Dark Angel,

Mephiston could no longer be classified as a mortal.

The current Mephiston, like the Brother Captain Stern, can now punch demons and kick the Unliving.

Before the Red Angel, who was drawing power, could react, Mephiston swung his Scepter at her again and knocked her down.

Then, Mephiston pressed his advantage, repeatedly wielding his Scepter and smashing it against the fallen Red Angel.

Each strike was powerful and heavy, producing a loud whistling sound as it pierced the air.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The Red Angel lay on the ground howling in agony, having been beaten so badly by Mephiston that his bones were broken and his body was covered in sore flesh that there were hardly any good pieces of flesh left.

That scene was extremely brutal.

Seeing Erlong Gang Leader felt a little sorry for them.

They even shouted, "Declare War If Not Being A Dog!"

"For my sake, slap that bastard's mouth first. He's screaming so pitifully, it's unbearable to hear."

The other players nodded in agreement.

"I suggest using magic."

"Does anyone know how to use transformation magic to change this guy's screams into excited ones?"

"..."

Red Angel: "..."

Meeting you bunch of living devils is truly my blessing!!

I was beaten so badly, can't I even scream a few times?

Even if I am the Unliving, do I not have human rights?

All you know is how to please the Corpse Emperor, have you ever thought about me, this poor the Unliving?

Mephiston was already used to the absurdity of the God Chosen and was not affected by it at all.

Instead, it actually began chanting incantations, using ancient power to transform the Red Angel's screams into excited screams.

"As expected of an angel's child, she is truly exceptional in terms of thoughtfulness."

"I love you, Mephiston."

"Smash that stupid demon!!"

"..."

The players became even more excited, shouting continuously.

The Red Angel roared in anger, feeling humiliated.

Have I already become just another pawn in this game where these guys try to build rapport?

Damn it, I'm supposed to be a demon with the power to destroy the world!

Can't we have a little respect for the strong?

"You all deserve to die."

The Red Angel roared incessantly, letting out a series of furious howls, and its size became even more exaggerated.

The spiritual energy surrounding him was almost tangible.

But the Red Angel's anger was useless against Mephiston's absolute power.

The unfortunate the Unliving was repeatedly knocked away and crashed to the ground, creating deep craters.

In the end, Mephiston smashed his head open.

The headless corpse fell to the ground.

With a loud bang, all sound ceased.

The players stepped forward and discovered that the demon had been completely banished back to the Warp by Mephiston.

This fierce battle has come to an end.

The players were still enjoying it.

The battle between Mephiston and the Red Angel was absolutely spectacular!

"The video we shoot will definitely be very popular once it's released."

"The Ascetic War of Warhammer 40K".

"..."

Mephiston landed, panting heavily.

This battle also took a heavy toll on him.

Then, the black and red glow slowly faded away, returning to its original form.

The black wings on its back slowly turned into a blur, and finally disappeared without a trace.

Seeing the demon they believed in defeated.

The Cultists hiding in the ruins dared not show themselves again and retreated to deeper hiding places.

Mephiston and the others did not give chase.

They came to find fragments of the Archangel's soul, not to fight those monsters.

After the Red Angel was defeated

Something that had been suppressed was released, creating a resonance.

The Blood Angels felt a tremor.

The most primal things in my blood were touched.

"The Archangel is here." Mephiston looked around at the ruins, where traces of his battle with the Red Angel were everywhere.

"I felt it too." The Blood Angels Librarians who was traveling with them nodded in agreement.

"But there's nothing here?" Another Blood Angels in the group looked at the dilapidated, overgrown ruins and asked with some doubt.

"This resonance of bloodlines cannot be faked; there might be some clues nearby," Mephiston said.

No sooner had he finished speaking than one of the God Chosen in the group shouted out.

"There's a tunnel entrance here."

Mephiston and the others walked over and discovered a deep, dark tunnel.

Standing before the tunnel, the throbbing in my veins became even clearer.

"Perhaps this place holds the secrets we seek to uncover."

"We should go in and take a look."

They stepped inside.

The tunnels beneath the ruins are quite peculiar, resembling a honeycomb, filled with narrow passages and fissures.

It was dark inside, with no light source, but Mephiston and the players could use night vision devices to overcome the inconvenience of the darkness.

They were moving very fast.

Inside the tunnel, some twisted monsters roamed the cave.

But none of them were a match for Mephiston and his group.

With the roar of the Bolter, the monsters were all knocked down, turning into scattered pieces of their corpses.

After walking for a few minutes, the entire tunnel suddenly opened up.

A jagged stalactite formed the final obstacle.

After passing through the obstacle, we entered the space on the other side.

The space was huge; you couldn't see the end of it at a glance.

The vast space and vaulted structure resemble a buried cathedral.

"There are corpses here," declared the Declare War If Not Being A Dog.

The other players walked over and found several charred corpses kneeling in front of this guy.

The remaining artifacts suggest that these corpses belonged to Cultists worshipped the Red Angel.

No one knows why they were kneeling here, or why they were burned like this.

"What burned these guys to death was a flame formed from pure rage."

Mephiston, with his extensive experience, immediately noticed the problem with the corpses.

"Was it done by the Red Angel?" one player asked.

"No." Mephiston shook his head. "I didn't sense any evil power remaining on these corpses. On the contrary, they had a sacred aura, pure and flawless."

"Does this mean there's a being here possessing pure flames? Could it be a heroic spirit left behind from the Battle of Signus?"

Declare War If Not Being A Dog speculated.

"It's very likely. The Battle of Signus was quite brutal, and many famous Blood Angels from the Great Crusade died here," said the Erlong Gang Leader.

As everyone discussed the unusual state of the corpse and the history of the Battle of Signus,

A soft footstep came from the depths of darkness.

The closest place to Erlong Gang Leader...

The anomaly was detected immediately.

He turned his head and immediately saw a phantom shrouded in light.

The illusory figure emitted a magical glow and burned with cold flames.

He was taller than everyone else, with a pair of wings made of light on his back, and his eyes were filled with weariness and sorrow.

Upon hearing the commotion, Mephiston and the others turned to look at the illusory figure.

With just a glance, they all widened their eyes.

"Sanguinius?"

"Father?"

The phantom looked at the crowd, its eyes blazing with flames.

He spoke, his voice low and filled with anger.

"Horus, why, why did you betray us?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a spear made of light appeared in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, he charged towards the Blood Angels and the players.

"No!" Mephiston cried. "We are your offspring, Primarch, we are not Horus."

However, the phantom of Sanguinius did not stop at all.

He launched an attack on Mephiston and his men.

Every blow was fatal.

Players finally know where those charred corpses came from.

They must have wandered here by mistake and been burned like this by Sanguinius' wrath.

Mephiston fends off his father's attacks.

Clang~

The Lance struck Mephiston's Scepter, producing a clanging sound.

Sanguinius' fighting prowess is despair-inducing.

Even a fragment of a soul was somewhat difficult for Mephiston.

Moreover, Mephiston couldn't possibly harm his own Gene-Father.

After blocking another attack, he shouted to the other Librarians members.

"Use a magic array to trap him first."

Several Librarians dispersed, unleashed their power, connected, and ultimately converged on Mephiston.

"Restraint!"

Mephiston shouted,

A complex and profound runic array appeared beneath Sanguinius' feet.

The runes intertwined, forming strong chains that bound Sanguinius firmly together.

Sanguinius moved suddenly, snapping several chains in two.

But the next second, more chains appeared, binding him tightly once more.

Sanguinius was not one to give in so easily.

He roared and struggled incessantly, causing the runic chains binding him to break repeatedly.

"We can't hold out for long," one Librarians cried out. "The power of the Primarch is too great."

"We need to find a way to awaken the Primarch," another Librarians who persisted in their efforts said.

"Now, there is only one way," Mephiston said. "That is to sacrifice a Blood Angels Successors, to use his blood to appease the Primarch's wrath and awaken reason."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone turned to look at the Erlong Gang Leader.

Why are you all looking at me?

The Erlong Gang Leader felt a sudden jolt of unease, sensing something was amiss.

"We need to sacrifice a Blood Angels Successors," declared the Declare War If Not Being A Dog. "You are the most suitable."

The Erlong Gang Leader was about to object, but after looking around, it seemed that he really was the most suitable.

After all, NPCs like Mephiston only have one life.

He, however, can resurrect indefinitely.

"Alright, alright, here I come," said the Erlong Gang Leader. "I'm getting killed while doing missions, I'm speechless."

Mephiston and the Blood Angels nodded silently in their hearts.

The benefits of bringing the God Chosen here become apparent.

If there's anything that needs to be sacrificed, let them do it.

However, we still need to offer some incentives.

"If you can awaken the Primarch and quell his wrath, this Scepter will be yours. -God Chosen, 'The Erlong Gang Leader'."

Mephiston's words immediately drew envious looks from the other players.

This is Mephiston's Scepter!

So, this pretty, fresh-faced girl was given to this guy as a reward?

I'm so envious, jealous, and resentful!!

"I don't Scepter or anything like that. I just want to contribute to the return of the Angel Father."

At this moment, the eyes of the Erlong Gang Leader became incredibly clear and resolute.

After he finished speaking, he looked at Mephiston again.

"Keep my Scepter safe until I return to retrieve it."

Mephiston: "..."

He was initially somewhat moved,

But now, he wants to take back that feeling of being moved.

The Erlong Gang Leader charged toward Sanguinius, who was bound by a magic array.

Sanguinius narrowed his eyes, revealing a chilling killing intent.

The Primarch moved with incredible speed; in the blink of an eye, his spear pierced through the Erlong Gang Leader.

Even after the Primaris upgrade is completed, these actions are still not clearly visible.

"So fast."

The Erlong Gang Leader looked down at the spear that had pierced him, marveling at the Primarch's speed.

A look of pain crossed Sanguinius' face.

The act of slaughtering his offspring revealed a struggling expression on this bewildered soul.

The next second, the Erlong Gang Leader decisively plunged the dagger into his own neck.

Crimson blood splattered out, landing on the phantom of Sanguinius.

The blood extinguished the fury in the Primarch's bright eyes, and the light of reason returned.

Sanguinius looked at the Sons of Sanguinius lying before him, a trace of sorrow appearing on his face.

Another son died because of him.

"The Primarch has been restored."

The players swarmed forward and dragged away the Erlong Gang Leader.

The body was thrown aside in a very rough manner.

It's clear that if Mephiston and the Blood Angels weren't around, they would love to kick them a couple of times.

This guy actually got his hands on Mephiston's signature weapon! Jealousy has turned them into monsters!

"Don't do this," Sanguinius said, his voice filled with exhaustion.

"Don't worry, Father. He is the God Chosen and will soon return from the dead."

"..."

Mephiston stepped forward and explained the identity of the God Chosen to the Primarch in detail.

This surprised Sanguinius.

When did his father's power become so great that he could create an infinite number of resurrected God Chosen?

After the final battle of the Vengeful Spirit, Sanguinius's soul was completely shattered.

The fragments scattered throughout the Milky Way.

These fragments can sense each other's presence, but their memories are not interconnected.

Wandering among the fragments of the Signus Prime, his memories of the Emperor remain stuck before boarding the Vengeful Spirit.

"Come, Father, we'll take you home." Mephiston reached out his hand, and the phantom of Sanguinius burst into flames, eventually turning into a golden fragment that emitted a radiant glow.

"As long as you collect enough golden fragments, you can obtain a mythical hero." Looking at the golden fragments, "Declare War If Not Being A Dog!" felt that resurrecting Sanguinius was like collecting fragments to exchange for a hero.

Other players strongly agreed with this.

Clearly, the operations team knows how to stitch things together, incorporating all sorts of excellent gameplay elements to create a hodgepodge.

Having obtained the fragment of Sanguinius, the mission is now complete.

Mephiston and the others then set off back to the surface, preparing to leave Signus and head to their next location.

However, as soon as they arrived on the surface, they saw the sky torn open, and countless demons surged in like waves.

Clearly, the Chaos Gods had also noticed Mephiston and his companions' actions.

After the Great Rift opened, the influence of the Chaos Gods on the Realspace grew stronger and stronger.

"We must protect the Archangel's soul fragments at all costs!" Mephiston shouted.

"Withdraw the warships in orbit and leave immediately," another Librarians said. "God Chosen, please buy us time."

"Once the Archangel's soul fragments are safely returned to Baal, you can enter the Blood Angels's Relic Vault and choose a piece of equipment you like."

Having spent a long time together, the Blood Angels have learned how to get these God Chosen to risk their lives for them.

Upon hearing this, players who said "Declare War If Not Being A Dog" immediately cheered excitedly, preparing to fight the Daemon Tide to the death and protect the Archangel's soul fragments.

However, just as Mephiston and the others were calling for the Sword of Baal,

The plan is to have Captain Nivia pinpoint their coordinates and teleport them back to the warship immediately so they can leave this place as soon as possible.

Another piece of bad news came.

"My lord, the Auspex indicates that more than two hundred Chaos warships have suddenly appeared and surrounded us."

This news sank Mephiston's heart.

Clearly, the Chaos Gods came prepared, determined to seize the Archangel's soul fragments.

"Captain Nivia, can we access the Beacon communication network?" Mephiston asked.

"The signal is very weak, but it's barely enough to send messages," Nivia replied.

"We must immediately seek help from the Living Saint; only he can support us now," Mephiston said.

Mephiston knew that the Living Saint could respond to the God Chosen's call and cross Milky Way to instantly bring the other God Chosen to the battlefield.

Now, the only chance of bringing back the fragments of the Archangel is to seek help from the Living Saint.

"Yes, sir." Nivia immediately carried out Mephiston's order.

Mephiston turned to the others, "The plan has changed. We must hold our ground on the surface and wait for the Living Saint's rescue."

P. S.: Here's 5,000 words. There will be another chapter tonight.

My skill level is a bit lacking; I estimate I can only manage 10,000 words today. However, I won't just let the promised high-volume update slip by.

Once I've recovered a bit, I'll definitely give you a massive update of 15,000 words.