The Power of Khorne (I)

Blood.

Thick, scorching, and scalding, a rain of blood, imbued with blasphemous fury and boundless rage, poured down like a waterfall from the shattered dome of the Blood Palace, drenching the ruins of the collapsed brass altar and the divine bench.

The air became scorching hot, and with each breath, one could feel the intense pain deep in the throat caused by the sulfur and toxins, as if swallowing a red-hot razor blade. Even with a helmet and filter, the thick, bloody smell could not be filtered out.

Blood rained down on the armor, hissing and corroding, and rising crimson smoke, as if even the Power Armor itself was emitting a painful lament.

The Daemon Primarch Angron stood at the center of the blood rain and sulfur Stormfront. The pure destructive will emanating from his eyes seemed to materialize under the influence of the Warp Rift. With just a roar, he unleashed a pressure powerful enough to shatter the souls of mortals. Waves of energy spread out, shaking the ground and creating spiderweb-like cracks!

If the previous Daemon Primarch "Angron" still harbored some playful and deceptive intentions, the current Daemon Primarch is filled only with endless rage and boiling bloodlust.

The colossal axe known as "Soul Ripper" is inscribed with Khorne's Khorne runes, and its serrated blade is forever imprisoned the souls of those who perished tragically beneath this "Daemon Artifact."

They are immortal and cannot escape.

It can only be imprisoned deep within the axe blade, spinning, tearing, and devouring wildly!

Whenever the serrated blades are driven by the core inside the Soul Ripper to spin at an astonishing speed, what erupts is not a mechanical roar, but a terrifying noise that is enough to tear reality apart, formed by the dying cries of billions of living beings!

"You can't escape!"

Angron completely lost interest; his only goal now was. "Alvin, you are— the Blood God!!!"

Its roar was not a sound, but a pure torrent of destruction!

The sonic waves, carrying a tangible, bloody impact, swept across the battlefield like a tidal wave.

In an instant, sand and stones flew, and tsunamis and landslides occurred!

Ezekiel, the Chief Librarian was at the forefront, immediately stepped in front of everyone. The runic staff surrounded by a pure soul aura was a "divine artifact" from Caliban's secret treasury!

Boom!

The blast wave crashed against an invisible wall.

That was Ezekiel, who was casting Psychic Power barrier to shield everyone from this pure torrent of destruction.

However, the Psychic Power runes meticulously engraved on the staff he gripped tightly dissolved instantly with a sizzling sound, as if they had been thrown into strong acid, under the impact of this terrifying torrent of destruction.

The next moment, the staff that had accompanied Ezekiel from the Librarian to its current position as chief strategist shattered and exploded with a mournful cry.

Amidst the flying shards of Psychic Power, Ezekiel struck as if by a heavy hammer, flying backward and crashing heavily into a dilapidated wall dozens of meters away.

The wall collapsed instantly, and the cracks spread outwards.

Ezekiel stared in disbelief, then suddenly spat out a mouthful of scalding blood, which flowed from the helmet's filter, shattering the goggles.

"Seraphim Shield!!!"

Knowing his Psychic Power was insufficient, Alvin could only rely on the magic of Kamar-Taj to sustain himself; a massive runic barrier, like a rotating ring, blocked his way.

But the result was the same as Ezekiel's.

Bang!

The barrier shattered instantly.

That surging, terrifying destructive force engulfed everyone in the next instant.

The terrifying impact made Alvin feel the same way Ezekiel; it was as if he had been crushed by Leman Russ, his bones creaking and shattering as he was uncontrollably thrown away.

Others?

He simply didn't have the time or the energy to pay attention.

Suddenly, a ferocious, blood-red figure smashed through the air, charging towards him with terrifying shockwaves like thunder!

That's right, smash it!

The air itself seemed to shatter like a mirror after being struck by "Angron," demonstrating just how terrifying the power of the Daemon Primarch was!

Even before the person arrived, an immense pressure had already enveloped them, as if they were falling into a ten-thousand-meter abyss.

Just then, a furious roar rang out.

"For the Lion King! For Caliban!!!"

That was Deathwing Grand Master Belial. In this terrifying, violent wind pressure, he and the "Terminator" behind him transformed into a mobile fortress, stubbornly withstanding the pressure and standing in front of Angron.

With Alvin and Ezekiel buying them time to stop the destructive torrent, the pressure has been greatly reduced, giving Belial and the Terminator Squad ample time to do their work.

At this moment, they are the unshakeable Wailing Wall, the only line of defense against the Daemon Primarch!

The deep green Terminator Armour, as thick and heavy as a city wall, each piece of Ceramite and Adamantium is a silent history book of the Chapter's millennia-long existence.

"Stop it!!!"

At Belial's command, the Terminator Squad raised their Storm Shield before the enraged Angron, fearlessly blocking Angron path of devastating charge!

"Come on, Daemon!!!" Belial was fearless. His huge Power Fist emitted a humming sound as he charged up, Disintegration field and pressure device to their limits, the light so bright it seemed to crack.

At this moment, he was the cornerstone of the Chapter's defense, and also the dam that held back the flood.

"Get out of here, you bug!!!"

Angron, like a high-speed train, crashed directly into the seemingly indestructible steel fortress formed by the Terminator Squad.

Boom!

In an instant, the outcome was decided.

To mortals, the Terminator is an unfathomable entity, but before the Daemon Primarch, it is fragile and vulnerable. The defenses they temporarily guarded, the dikes that held back the flood, were completely destroyed in the blink of an eye.

Angron is like an insurmountable peak, or a tsunami unleashing endless fury—a natural disaster!

Humans, even the Astartes who underwent twenty genetic modifications, were no match for the Daemon Primarch, who were like a "natural disaster."

They are still as insignificant as ants.

After smashing through the Terminator Squad, what awaited Angron was Belial, who had been gathering his strength for a long time.

However, Angron simply picked up his giant axe and swung it down with a speed and power that was terrifying and beyond the reach of humans, and even Astartes.

When!!!

The Soul Ripper battle axe, reforged by Khorne, collided with Belial's Storm Shield, creating a sonic boom powerful enough to tear eardrums!

Immediately following was the sickening, agonizing sound of metal being brutally torn apart.

The Storm Shield, which could withstand even the main cannon of Leman Russ Tank without a scratch, was like a piece of soft butter under the "Soul Ripper" axe.

The serrated teeth, forged from the molten metal of billions of tormented souls, were frantically tearing and gnawing at the Storm Shield as they spun at supersonic speeds.

The energy field covering the shield only lasted for less than half a second under the slamming of this "Daemon Artifact" before being cleaved open by the terrifying spinning and tearing force, leaving a huge gap.

An unparalleled force slammed through the wolf and landed heavily on Belial's breastplate.

But Belial, a veteran of countless battles, showed no fear whatsoever. He unleashed his long-charged Power Fist, trailing a bolt of lightning, and slammed it into the Daemon Primarch's body. "Die, Daemon!!!"