Two streams of crimson flame, like flowing energy, continuously gushed from the depths of your eyes.
"For Sanguinius—"
Your muddled mind instinctively let out a slurred, low roar, its deafening sound waves echoing across the entire Chaotic Battlefield.
Thud, thud, thud—
Having just awakened a brand-new Warp Essence, you swung your massive body without hesitation and launched a frenzied charge wreathed in surging Blood Flame toward the densely packed Traitor Legion forces within your crimson field of vision.
At this moment, almost no Astartes of the Traitor Legion could easily halt your heavy strides.
The Giant Blood Scythe, with a sweeping range of roughly five hundred meters, merely swung forward once.
Hundreds, even thousands, of Astartes traitors who failed to evade in time became nourishment absorbed by the Giant Blood Scythe!
This Giant Blood Scythe condensed from your hand could sustain itself through battle, and its continued growth appeared to have no limit.
Yet in the eyes of countless Astartes traitors, the Istvan V massacre, originally meant for you Loyalist Primarchs and the Loyalist Legions, seemed to be turning into their own burial ground!
Rumble, rumble—
Your massive body smashed through one heavy vehicle after another during the charge.
As countless fragments of metal armor and black sand flew through the air, the large-caliber shells screaming toward you were repeatedly blocked by the viscous blood surrounding your body and the shell of Vibranium Armor. The Traitor Legion's fierce assault could not even stop your imposing Combat Charge!
You now seemed far more terrifying than the chief Khorne Greater Daemon!
Hiss, hiss, hiss—
Your increasingly crimson flame vision swept across the surroundings, and the Giant Blood Scythe once again unleashed a vast sweeping absorption.
The two crimson blood wings, each more than ten meters long, behind your broad back suddenly thrust