Blood Angels: The Bloodlust Strikes

Dekara.

It's okay if you forget what's happening on this planet.

Because Lorgar himself doesn't remember either.

He was so engrossed in exploring the planet's beliefs that he seemed to have forgotten the Void Naval Battle raging above him.

Right there on the lush plains of the Dekara.

Several Word Bearers were driving their Anti-gravity Bike toward the location where Lorgar had led all the landing gunboats.

They were extremely anxious.

Such mobile units are not what the Word Bearers are keen on.

But at this point, they had no other choice!

The communication signal was completely cut off for some unknown reason, and there was no response at all.

The Word Bearers, who remained at the planet's landing site, could only watch helplessly as their flagship was attacked from the sky.

In the sky, sparks from explosions occasionally flashed from the dark brown warship of the Word Bearers.

Where is Lord Lorgar?

Why is there no sound at all?

Even if you can't make contact with communication devices, at least look up at the sky!

"Quick! The landing point for the gunboats that Lord Lorgar and the others took is just ahead!"

Finally, after driving for an unknown amount of time, when everything felt like an eternity, we finally arrived at our destination.

As expected, it appeared in the sight of the group of Word Bearers riding their motorcycles at breakneck speed.

Look at the dark cave entrance in front of the towering mountain; countless Stormbird are quietly perched in place.

"The signal here is indeed a bit strange."

"What? What do you mean the Word Bearers have all gone in, and only the combat crew members are still outside?"

"Forget it! Let's get all these gunboats to the landing site base on the planet!"

"There are still a lot of our Battle Brother waiting there, unable to return to their aid!"

"Stay? Stay my ass!"

"Our ship is under attack! If we lose this ship's Word Bearers, can you take responsibility if something goes wrong?"

"Move all those gunboats away! Now!"

Inside the cave.

Lorgar was unaware of the changes taking place in the outside world at that moment.

He had no idea that all his gunboats had been taken away.

As the Word Bearers anxiously piloted their gunboats back to reinforce the flagship, Lorgar led all the Word Bearers Astartes warriors behind him into this eerie cave.

The reason why he brought all his personnel with him, leaving only a few to guard the gunboat, is actually not complicated.

I forgot.

That point simply wasn't considered.

Having never participated in space combat before, he, who was originally in Colchis, had to learn everything from scratch about the planes and missiles flying around in the sky and the communication equipment he was using.

Furthermore, during the process of unifying the planet, he did not learn any strategies or tactics, and relied entirely on the holy light of Old Man Huang to dispel the evil influences of the four false gods.

There's absolutely no need to think about it.

Even though Lorgar was the Primarch, he was still very...

His holy nature remains unchanged.

"The size here is strange; this cavity wouldn't appear in the mountain we just came in from."

The cave is very spacious, and its height is astonishingly close to 100 meters.

Something's not right.

Lorgar pressed one hand against the stone wall beside her.

The volume is incorrect.

Although that mountain peak was towering, it could not possibly contain such a large cavity.

"Sir! Our communication equipment has malfunctioned, and we cannot contact the outside world!"

"How about we go back first, and then—"

"No."

It seemed more like entering an extremely mysterious space than a cave.

But isn't that exactly what Lorgar wanted to explore?

"Keep going."

As the group continued to advance, the terrain narrowed again from open to narrow, with a small peak rising in the center. The altar on the peak and the huge murals behind it were exceptionally magnificent.

The extent of wind erosion on the walls clearly indicates that the murals in these caves are much older than the time humans have been colonizing the area.

The problem lies in the content of that painting.

A giant with golden prayers written all over his face led a group of humans, also dressed in armor, to the altar.

It was them.

And this painting

A terrifying, enormous red demon was baring its fangs at them.

"My lord, this... this is too strange."

"I suspect this place is under the control of the devil."

"The devil. That's a foolish idea."

Lorgar smiled devoutly, her gaze toward the altar before her unchanged.

"I thought the same thing before I was enlightened by the Emperor."

"But The Imperial Truth warns us that there is no such thing as a devil in this world, only science and truth."

"We have come here for only one purpose—to master the methods of changing the Nephilim's mindset, to implant faith in the Emperor into the minds of the hopeless, and to make them dedicate their last bit of strength to the great Emperor."

"Don't use these superstitious ways of thinking to interpret the appearance of strange phenomena."

As she spoke, Lorgar stood up excitedly and raised the [Erebus] in her hand.

"If demons truly exist in this world, under the holy power of the Emperor, they too will submit to the great Master of Mankind!"

Lorgar loudly encouraged the Word Bearers behind him.

Just as he was about to step onto the altar, a strange light suddenly flashed from the arched stone bridge in the center of the altar.

The great demon, exactly like the one in the painting, emerged from the central altar.

And it let out a deafening roar.

Lorgar: "."

Lorgar: "?"

What the hell is this?!

For a moment, he even doubted whether there was something wrong with his eyes.

What happened to the promise that there are no demons in the world?

Emperor?

Emperor?

What are all these things, Your Emperor?

Despite its formidable fighting prowess, the demon-shaped Xenos was quickly defeated by Lorgar's [Erebus's Hammer] under the blessing of the Word Bearers's holy fire.

As the demon vanished completely, the altar behind it also rapidly weathered and decomposed at an abnormal rate, turning into nothingness.

Whether it was by chance or not, even though the Word Bearers weren't strong in combat, the flames in their hands were the best weapons against demons.

That's good, but the problem is—

Why are there demons in the world?

Doesn't the Imperial Truth say that there are no demons in this world?

"My lord, this..."

"This is Xenos."

"But Lord Lorgar, this creature's appearance seems very similar to the demons those people were talking about, and our fire seems to be more effective than bullets."

"It's a Xenos that's very similar to the demons in legends; Xenos must die."

"Can--"

"Xenos".

Lorgar spoke, he closed his eyes.

That's enough, stop asking.

Asking again would be impolite.

Seeing the Xenos corpse vanish from the spot like the Unliving in the Colchis legend, Lorgar couldn't help but frown.

What a cunning Xenos!

They were able to deliberately impersonate the demons under the command of the Four Ruinous Powers in the legend of Colchis and appear in their image to bring panic and superstition to mankind.

Well!

How could the Xenos be so evil!

However, what Lorgar didn't know was that this chance encounter was just the beginning.

He will later encounter Fat Xenos, Bird Xenos, Dog-head Xenos, and Androgynous Xenos.

In the future, they will deliberately disguise themselves as demons to invade the human world and poison the Emperor's people.

"Let's go back quickly."

"So commanded Ogryn Jia."

No one knows what today means for the universe.

Only when the universe is truly destroyed.

In addition to [I am not a god], [This is part of the plan], [I am Rogal Dorn], and [Thirty-year-old Centaur gold ring], a new general will now be added—

"This is Xenos."

But in the end, Lorgar and his group still managed to walk out of the cave.

Lorgar's mind is in a mess right now.

He just wanted to put aside the damned thing that had just happened, board the gunboat back to the [Law of Faith], and then offer a fierce prayer to the Emperor.

But--

"Where are the gunboats?"

Looking at the empty space in front of him, where nothing was left, Lorgar couldn't help but ask a question.

They waited there for a long time.

All the way up to the flagship in the sky, it seemed as if they had remembered that they originally had a Primarch, and sent gunboats down again for Lorgar.

"Lord Lorgar, we were previously boarded by the Nephilim, and our flagship suffered heavy internal losses due to the lack of gunboat support."

"As a last resort, we temporarily diverted gunboats to transport the surface troops back to the flagship."

So that's how it is.

The Primarch stood still and nodded.

As if he had expected this, he seemed neither surprised nor dissatisfied with the visitor's explanation.

Could it be that—?

Everyone was waiting for the wise solution from the Primarch, Lord Lorgar, who was a descendant of the Emperor and inherited a part of the Emperor.

After pondering for a long time, Lorgar finally opened his mouth.

Her eyes were as clean and innocent as those of a newborn child.

What is "jumping the ship"?

He asked this question.

The Pride of the Emperor

Yet another planet has returned to the Imperium's embrace through the overwhelming force of the Fulgrim and the Sons of the Emperor.

Compared to the disgraceful Lorgar and his Word Bearers, the battles of the Sons of the Emperor, who possess perfect nature, can be described as a feast for the eyes.

Before the Nephilim stationed on the planet could react, a barrage of artillery fire, accompanied by coordinated mobile and automated forces, would strike from both flanks like two sharp blades, piercing the enemy's core.

Another easy victory.

For those whose faces are covered in Xenos flesh and whose minds and thoughts are directly controlled by the Xenos, in Kasgar's hands...

No matter how fanatical they were before, or how deeply they were influenced by the Xenos, they were instantly restored to factory settings by this golden-red flame.

His eyes have become clear.

Not only the servant armies controlled by the Xenos, but also the Nephilim's counterattack was no exception.

The shrieking sound waves, which carried a certain amount of Psychic Power energy, gradually became ineffective under the obstruction of the flame barrier.

Say whatever you have to say to the flame in my hand!

After defeating the Nephilim in the Void Naval Battle, the elite Astartes, Sons of the Emperor, will be projected onto the surface to wage a bloody war.

Everything went very smoothly.

In a way, these Xenos, who only have vast territories but lack specialized abilities, are the perfect templates for the newly formed Blood Angels and the Word Bearers to gain experience.

Kasgar couldn't imagine how a mistake could occur when playing a steady and methodical game.

As the surface forces completed their mopping-up operation against the remaining Nephilim, Kasgar nodded as he stood in front of the conference room, examining the massive light screen before him.

Another planet has been conquered.

Soon, having completed their mission, they will reunite on Melchior Star.

This is the stronghold of the Nephilim.

"If the Star Language message is correct, we will be able to rendezvous with the Blood Angels soon."

Both the Sons of the Emperor and the Blood Angels successfully completed their mission to eliminate the Xenos.

But what about Lorgar and his Word Bearers?

The Word Bearers, who possess the most Astartes, seem to have had a somewhat unsuccessful start.

The Astropath confirmed the message repeatedly and compared it with the message from the Blood Angels fleet before confirming that there was no error.

The Word Bearers were betrayed and suffered heavy damage by the Nephilim from one of the small planets.

Meanwhile, Lorgar was fighting on the surface, had no idea that the enemy could board their ship.

After a fierce battle, the Word Bearers fleet finally managed to drive away the intruders who had entered the flagship.

However, the flagship was severely damaged due to the enemy's boarding, and its progress had to be slowed down for repairs.

This Lorgar!

Listening to the reports from the Astropath, Kasgar felt a little tired.

I didn't even feel like complaining about this guy anymore.

How could they lose like that!

As expected of you, Lorgar.

No wonder it's a prestigious title that even Emperor would avoid at all costs, yet they insisted on giving it to him.

Old Man Huang, was this all within your expectations?

Black.

It's so dark.

The Old Man Huang with the golden glow all over his body didn't seem as serious as Kasgar had imagined.

Of course, although Word Bearers and Lorgar unsurprisingly underperformed, the overall progress was not slowed down as a result.

The share lost by Lorgar was entirely made up by the Blood Angels, who were all in high spirits.

After welcoming back Sanguinius, the morale and spirit of the entire Ninth Legion underwent a tremendous change.

Because the great Sanguinius had said, "Eating human flesh is a barbaric act, and she dislikes barbarians," no one in the entire army ever ate human flesh again.

Even more radical ones want to burn any rumors and reports that dare to call their noble and magnificent Blood Angels ghouls.

The Ninth Legion has never eaten people; it's all just others smearing our Ninth Legion!

Otherwise, why can't these people's reports find any living victims to corroborate their claims?

(Because it was all eaten)

This is slander and defamation!

They were determined to defend the honor of the Ninth Legion and Sanguinius.

Ninth Legion!

No! Yes! Food! Corpse! Ghost!

Anyone who does something that Sanguinius dislikes is an enemy of the Blood Angels!

Driven by this fanaticism for Sanguinius, the Blood Angels swept across every planet they passed in their campaign to exterminate the Nephilim.

That's too fast.

Originally positioned as a commando unit, the Blood Angels, with the blessing of Sanguinius, became even more unstoppable.

"I can wipe out all these Xenos with just one Terra! I'll even get Lord Sanguinius's personal praise, hehehehe."

"I only need half Terra, you idiot!"

"I!"

"My mother doesn't like you at all; she'll only like me more!"

Perhaps it was because the faith in Sanguinius within the legion was too fanatical, and it seemed that it was precisely because the Angel was too gentle that she eventually became the faith of the entire legion.

Am I being too gentle, or are all these Blood Angels just going through a rebellious phase?

No!

We can't keep being so lenient with the people in the legion!

Unable to accept this, the Angel decided to destroy the image of the gentle Angel in the hearts of these Blood Angels.

Only in this way might their fanaticism for Angel lessen slightly.

But how could she show her angry and ruthless side to her offspring?

Especially when the entire legion adored her?

After weighing her options, she could only vent her anger on those despicable Xenos.

The annihilation from the Ninth Legion is about to unfold in this key Nephilim stronghold that dared to resist the Angel.

The poor Nephilim thus became a victim of the Angel's tactic of making an example of him.

It is said that the Angel who was angry on that day was extremely terrifying.

Like the most terrifying demon in legend, Sanguinius, displaying her wrath, utterly tears apart any enemy who dares to stand in her way, leaving not a trace.

There was no mercy whatsoever.

Even the allies who were Angel were so intimidating that the Imperial Army soldiers dared not utter a sound.

Even the three-eyed Navigator observed the Crimson Storm from the Warp during that time.

It seemed that even the Empyrean were applauding her.

"Whoosh~ Good, Mother did a great job killing her!!!"

"As expected of our Primarch, the Blood Angels! What a graceful figure charging into the enemy ranks!"

"Awesome!!!" (←This is all an uncultured ghoul can shout)

Then, the Blood Angels liked it even more.

Sanguinius: "."

She knew that things couldn't continue like this.

So afterwards she came up with a new method—

As the two most beautiful female Primarch in the entire Imperium (Philus:?), the Astartes under Fulgrim were not as fanatical as their Blood Angels.

She must have her reasons.

The wise Sanguinius decided to learn from the Sons of the Emperor and introduced a wealth of art learning and appreciation content to the Blood Angels, so that they could find beauty in other parts of the world.

Use art to suppress the deep-seated desires of the Blood Angels.

In order to suppress them

[Holy Thirst]

Good news, the Black Rage is gone.

The bad news is that what these people are thirsting for seems to be even more bizarre than usual.

Having the Blood Angels learn art is actually a good idea.

At least that's what Sanguinius did in the original work.

"My dear mother, this is the statue I created for you, the 'Statue of Saint Sanguinius'."

"And mine too. This is my painting, depicting your heroic figure on the battlefield, Mother. What, why does the person next to me look exactly like me? Haha, please don't mind these little details."

"My goodness! This is my essay, 'My Mother Lord Sanguinius' (which won first prize in the Baal Essay Competition!)"

Upon seeing the examples cited in the report, Kasgar broke out in a sweat.

"This"

"Who are these people?"

Is this a person?

It seems that times have changed.

The Blood Angels did indeed study a great deal of art in order to transform themselves from ghouls into Angel.

Unfortunately, these people devoted all their energy to learning art to Angel.

Kasgar could hardly imagine the torment the Angel were enduring these days.

They finally managed to get rid of Horus.

As a result, his offspring became even more Horus himself.

Oh dear.

Once upon a time, the Kasgar Emperor's Children Legion was renowned for producing exceptional individuals, far surpassing any other legion in terms of abstractness.

Unexpectedly, new talents emerge in every generation, and the younger generation surpasses the older. Each legion has its unique skills and its own strengths.

Their mental fortitude is no less than that of the Sons of the Emperor!

This inevitably added a lot of pressure to Kasgar.

Kasgar needs to step up his game too.

The good news is that, although the Blood Angels are a bit eccentric, their fleet has recaptured the most planets controlled by the Nephilim.

Compared to that good-for-nothing Lorgar, the Blood Angels at most has some minor quirks, which are not unacceptable.

Now, almost all the planets of the Nephilim Imperium have fallen into human hands, and they are about to head to Melchior Star to fight the last Nephilim in a decisive battle.

"Alright, inform the navigator shortly that we are about to depart for Melchior."

Kasgar directed through the communications system.

During his time with the Sons of the Emperor fleet, he served as the legion's Chief Commander, overseeing all matters, large and small, within the legion.

The entire legion proceeded smoothly under the coordinated arrangements of Kasgar and Fulgrim.

In this way, Fulgrim will have more time and space to rest.

"But before that, I need to meet with my friends."

However, although he considered that guy a friend, the other person never considered him a friend.

"Great Phoenix King, what are your orders?"

Yriel prayed again to the image of Kasgar and the shrine above their pirate fleet.

"Are you sure you want to keep worshipping this?"

Kasgar's lips twitched.

He never imagined that he would one day be alive and worshipped.

Children, stop worshipping. I am not a god.

Well, saying "children" might not be entirely accurate.

These Eldar were all several generations older than Kasgar.

As Corsairs, their fleet continued to expand day by day during the time they were separated.

During her time away, she also lured more Craftworld Aeldari, and even a Dark Eldar along with their wealth, into the pirate fleet.

Those Eldar who initially looked down on Kasgar and were skeptical about the rumors of the Asuryan's Fire he possessed all bowed down to him after actually meeting Kasgar.

Some even wept bitterly and vowed to follow Kasgar forever after the flames burned away Slaanesh's Soul-sucking Mark.

Kasgar was also helpless about this.

This is what Eldar Brats is like.

They were yelling Mon-keigh Mon-keigh, but once they actually entered the Six Rings, they all behaved themselves.

Forget about the Corsairs for now.

"I'd like to ask about Nuceria."

"Kasgar said."

He needs to learn more about the planet he's about to visit.

If no preparations are made, and if Nuceria's anesthesia is truly effective, it could knock out a Primarch instantly, and an ordinary person could beat Angron to his knees.

Even if the Emperor and the Four Little Merchants went there, they would still have to drive nails, let alone Kasgar.

"Nuceria?"

Yriel pondered the name carefully.

"Your feeling is not wrong. We did indeed find the Young God you mentioned on this planet."

"We didn't give away our whereabouts, did we?"

"No. Somehow, perhaps it's because this Young God's ability to detect things hasn't awakened yet."

"Our disguise has not been exposed."

"How is he now? Does he have any other eye-catching decorations or anything like that on his head?"

"No."

Yriel shook her head in confusion.

Kasgar's request to probe the other party's situation was not to investigate Angron's power and Psychic Power level.

Rather, it's about whether there are any nail-like ornaments on their heads.

What kind of idiot would hammer a nail into their head, I ask you?

I don't understand.

But God is always right.

"I don't know what kind of person would have a nail driven into their head, but that Young God is currently living as a gladiator in the local arena and has made good relations with the other gladiators."

Having become a gladiator, have you already mingled with the other gladiators?

It seems there isn't much time available.

If Kasgar wants to save him before he gets Butcher's Nails, he'd better hurry.

"Also, what is the level of technology in Nuceria? Did you find out that their anesthetics can paralyze Primarch?"

". cannot."

After a moment of silence, Yriel spoke.

Nuceria is an extremely ordinary Hive World with only a few remnants of technology from the Dark Age.

Like countless other ordinary Hive City in the world, this world Nuceria Nukelia is nothing new.

"Seeing that you're really worried, we got some anesthetic drugs from the local black market."

As she spoke, Yriel gestured to a waiter to bring over a bottle of potion.

"This is it."

"A creation so inferior that it cannot be compared to the poison of our depraved compatriots."

The "fallen brethren" she referred to were the Dark Eldar, a master of poison.

"Since you also saw that Angron was Young God, why was he drugged and dragged into becoming a gladiator by this thing, and couldn't even escape?"

When Kasgar asked her a question, she fell silent.

Yes.

Why?

It's strange. If these human creations are so inferior, how do they control human demigods?

". I don't know either."

Yriel could only shrug helplessly.

"Forget it, I'll investigate this myself later."

Kasgar waved his hand and put the anesthetic from Nuceria back on the waiter's plate.

The reason he didn't let Yriel go to rescue Angron was also quite simple.

When Angron was just a three-year-old child, he was fighting the Eldar.

Although he's currently in a terrible state, Kasgar is genuinely afraid that this guy might suddenly awaken a bloodline and wipe out all the Corsairs he's painstakingly swindled—no, earned—from.

"We are about to head to Melchior to join the Primarch of the other Legions."

"You must stay far enough away, and make sure they don't discover your presence."

"After dealing with the Nephilim, I will board your pirate warship on a gunboat, and we will head to Nuceria together."

"Yes, thanks to the Phoenix King's grace."

With that, she winked at Kasgar and turned to walk toward the magnificent central compartment of the Eldar warship behind her.

"And Yriel."

"I am not a god."

Melchior Star.

With the hum of the Warp Engine shutting off and the power engines revving, the Pride of the Emperor completed her Warp jump and headed to the final battlefield against the Nephilim.

"Warp complete!"

"Scanning the surrounding environment."

The flagship, having just completed its warp jump, is at its most vulnerable moment, lacking external information and the assistance of Escort.

Looking at the cluster of fluorescent green 3D projection devices in the center, the crew members' expressions were undeniably solemn.

As the scan continued, soon a flagship with distinct features of the Imperium of Man appeared on the side of the Pride of the Emperor in the projection.

It is the Red Tear of Angel.

Their fleet was the first to arrive here.

At this moment, the ship is quietly hovering in the void, confronting the Xenos Warship on the distant Melchior Star.

"Phew, at least everything's alright. Notify all crew members to lower the alert level."

"Sound Array master, prepare to establish communication with the Blood Angels."

Fortunately, the Pride of the Emperor is still very close to the enemy's warship. Kasgar can see the power engines on the belly and keel of the Red Tear, humming in the vacuum where he can't hear them.

Perhaps the Nephilim were wary of the Angel' terrifying fighting power, and thus dared not approach even a fraction of an inch.

They were left to remain isolated in Melchior's Star Rail, hoping to rely on their homeland's surface defenses for a final stand.

Or perhaps they savor the last moments before their complete annihilation, clinging to life in a state of utter despair.

Who cares what these Xenos are thinking?

Beep beep.

The communication from the Blood Angels was established the instant the warp was completed.

Their speed far exceeded the expectations of the Sons of the Emperor fleet.

It was as if the enemy was guarding this Mandeville Point, waiting for the arrival of other Primarch fleets.

[From Sanguinius to Expeditionary Fleet 28:]

I am boarding the gunship and will soon be heading inside the Pride of the Emperor for a war council meeting.

"But can't a wartime meeting be held normally as long as the communication system establishes a connection?"

Kasgar looked around with some confusion.

Who knows?

Suddenly, from the boarding platform of the Red Tear, a fiery red gunboat bearing a blood-stained insignia sped toward their Pride of the Emperor at an almost fleeing speed.

When Sanguinius arrived, he didn't even bring many guards.

After fighting for so long, Raldoron and Azcalon both ended up leaving the Angel in the flagship to command the Blood Angels.

As for her?

She couldn't stand being in that Blood Angels for even a second longer!