So Good, So Damn Good!

"This can't go on like this," he said to Seratus beside him. "The speed at which we kill cannot keep up with the speed at which they regenerate."

Seratus said nothing.

His mechanical prosthesis was trembling slightly, not from fear, but from overload.

In his aiming array, another batch of Necron Warriors are pouring out of the phase portal.

For the first time, a shadow of despair appeared in his heart.

It's not because they are not strong enough, but because there are too many enemies.

Two hundred and fifty thousand versus five million, every enemy can be resurrected infinitely.

How long will this battle last?

At this moment, he felt something.

It was a kind of throbbing, surging from the depths of the genes, bursting from the depths of the soul, and exploding from every cell at the same time.

In Warp, the blue-gold Psionic Energy tsunami ripples like crazy waves.

The tsunami was so strong that all the surrounding Chaos beings retreated one after another.

The tsunami was so intense that the darkness of Warp was illuminated.

The vastness of the tsunami caused the entire Warp area corresponding to Material Universe to tremble.

All Son of War began to feel secretly that their Gene-Father was watching them.

It is not just a gaze, but a direct blessing.

That feeling was like a pair of warm hands touching their souls, a loving voice calling their names, and an infinite power pouring into their bodies.

Kholfa's first feeling was itching.

The itch gushing from the depths of the bone marrow, the itch erupting from Gene-seed, the itch exploding from every nerve ending at the same time.

Then the itch turned into heat, like magma flowing in the blood vessels, like a star burning in the chest, like the heart being held by Guilliman's own hands.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!!!!" His voice exploded in the communication channel, full of ecstasy, "It feels so good, so good! Is this what it feels like to be Gene-Father pumped into Psionic Energy!? It's great, it's great, I want more, more!"

Seratus said nothing.

But his mechanical prosthesis no longer trembled, because the trembling was smoothed by the power of Guilliman.

His aiming array no longer flickered, because the light was obscured by the light of Son of War.

There is no despair in his heart anymore, because his Gene-Father is looking at him.

Every Ultramarines feels that power.

Their Power Armour began to glow, and the light was blue, golden, and the color of Son of War.

Their weapons began to burn, and the flame was the embodiment of Law of Eternity, the edge of Atomic Law.

Their eyes began to burn, and the light was enough to frighten any enemy.

One Ultramarines was surrounded by three Necrons Destroyers. Their weapons fired at the same time, and dark green energy beams came from three directions.

He didn't hide, he just stretched out his hand, and the golden flame condensed into a shield in his palm.

The energy beam hit the shield, just like raindrops falling on the lake, causing only circles of ripples.

He smiled, and then the shield suddenly expanded, knocking the three Destroyers away at the same time.

He had caught up with them before they landed, and with one sword blow, three heads flew up at the same time.

Another Ultramarines is being besieged by dozens of Immortals. Their Gauss Rifle fire at the same time, and the energy beams interweave into a web of death.

His speed was so fast that the energy beams could only hit his afterimage, and he shuttled through the barrage as if walking in the rain.

Wherever his sword light passed, fragments of Necrons fell like snowflakes.

Thirty seconds later, there was no more Necrons standing around.

Kholfa's Power Axe was burning with golden flames. He struck down with an axe, splitting a Necron Overlord in half together with the phase portal behind him.

The fragments of the portal were floating in the void, and green energy overflowed.

He looked up to the sky and roared, his voice full of fighting spirit. "For Guilliman! For Son of War! Kill!"

Deep in Warp, on top of Brass Throne, Khorne is dancing crazily.

His four arms were waving at the same time, his mouth was grinning from ear to ear, and his eyes were burning with ecstasy.

So cool!

He can guarantee that the intensity of this war will definitely not be weaker than War in Heaven!

Khorne was of course born before War in Heaven.

But before that, Warp had been extremely calm. Of course, he had no supernatural power. He could only feel some things that made him happy in the dark - those primitive killings, those instinctive violence, and those fights between wild beasts.

It wasn't until War in Heaven fought more and more fiercely and crazily, and Warp was completely confused, that Khorne, Nurgle and Tzeentch were born one after another.

War brings killing, war brings death, war brings deception.

If Eldar didn't like to hold silver parties everywhere, it would have been absolutely impossible for Slaanesh to be born alongside the three of them.

The intensity of this battle at this moment made Khorne feel like that War in Heaven!

Each of those blue warriors is killing crazily, each one is unleashing his fighting spirit to his heart's content, and each one is watering his throne with the blood of his enemies.

So cool! So cool!

He stretched out his hand, wanting to send blessings.

He wants to infuse his power into those warriors, making them crazier, more bloodthirsty, and more unstoppable.

But as soon as he stretched out his hand, he was hit by a big dick.

That is Emperor's hand, golden, burning with the flame of Dark King.

Khorne retracted his hand, and the mark of the slap was still smoking on his brass skin.

He stretched out his hand again and received another one.

This time it was Guilliman's hand, blue and gold, burning with the anger of Son of War.

Khorne's other hand also retracted.

He turned to look at the other three Chaos Gods.

Nurgle was watering the flowers in his Garden of Nurgle, as if he didn't see anything.

Tzeentch was playing with crystals in his maze, as if he didn't hear anything.

Slaanesh is holding a banquet in his palace, as if he doesn't care about anything.

Khorne's mouth twitched.

These three bastards just wouldn't help him.

If the other three Chaos Gods don't help him, Guilliman plus Emperor, the two robbers, the old man and the young robber, are simply Warp bullies, and they can go sideways.

He took back his hand and sat back on the throne angrily.

Even though he couldn't personally participate in this war, Khorne felt extremely happy.

He watched those blue warriors galloping across the battlefield, watched their sword light pour out like a meteor shower, and watched the Necrons army retreat steadily under their sharp edges.

His fingers were tapping on the armrest, and the rhythm was getting faster and faster, like a war drum or a heartbeat.

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! I want to kill more! War is about killing people!