Deep within Khorne's domain, filled with countless wails and a blood-red aura.
As far as the eye could see, amid the nearly endless bloody plains.
Machine Gods with enormous metal bodies, entirely shrouded beneath Burning Emperor's Blood Banners, slowly moved their heavy steps as they unleashed wave after wave of terrifying firepower upon the skies above the Super Vanguard positions, which were surrounded on all sides by countless Daemons of Khorne!
At the same time, within the blood-red mountain range temporarily removed from all the clamor.
Upon countless jagged boulders strewn with shattered skulls and the stench of blood.
Angron, his ever-expanding blood-red body wreathed in vast amounts of crimson mist, struggled to open his scarlet eyes wide and fixed Rorschach and Regent Guilliman, standing not far away, with a menacing, predatory stare.
Beside him, a gigantic black sword restored through countless blessings from Khorne was embedded diagonally deep within a jagged boulder. The violent aura faintly seeping from its blade, covered in Khorne runes, far surpassed what it had once been.
Around several dozen minutes earlier, battle scenes from several other Chaos domains had rapidly appeared within the blood-red skies of Khorne's domain, right before the three men's eyes.
Though there was no way to tell which Chaos Gods of the Warp had orchestrated them.
Rorschach, frowning deeply, and Guilliman, wearing a solemn expression, had personally witnessed the miserable defeats of several Chaos Primarchs in succession.
This undoubtedly caused the two Loyalists, who had just slain an Emissary of the Gods, to instinctively fall into self-doubt.
Were the other Emissaries of the Gods simply too powerful, or were their traitorous brothers simply too useless?
"Little brother, in my view, it was neither that our combat strength was too great nor that Mortarion and the others were too weak. It