The Rite of War and the Betrayer

"What's wrong, Adeptus Custodes? Has no one remembered the World Eaters's Power Armour and insignia?"

Trajann Valoris took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

"No, my lord, everything about the World Eaters is still fresh in the Imperium's records."

"But I think the World Eaters doesn't have any particularly glorious achievements recorded in your accounts."

Angron could clearly sense the emotions in the heart of the Adeptus Custodes in front of him.

Shock, fear, anger, and murderous intent.

"Alright, Trajann Valoris, we're at war right now, what are you dawdling about?"

"This Primarch of the World Eaters is with me. Let's finish this battle first, and then we'll talk to you!"

Nova could no longer stand by and watch; at this critical juncture, he still had the mind to question his allies.

Why don't you go and question the Blood God's Daemon Prince?

"Alright, enough talk, it's time we got started."

"Khârn, beat the drum!"

"Yes, sir!"

The intense drumbeats resounded in the Webway, but it was not just the sound of drums; it also carried the power to boost morale.

The human army, which had already been strengthened by the God of War, was now even more demoralized.

"Everything for humanity!"

With this battle cry, Angron led his Legions into the enemy ranks.

The power of the God of War of war, combined with the boost from the drumbeats.

The Blood God Legion, which was originally the most powerful force in the Chaos faction, is now suffering repeated defeats.

For no other reason than that the emergence of the 12th Legion is simply too powerful a countermeasure against them.

Of course, besides this factor, there is another very important influencing factor.

That is, many people saw themselves in the Chaos.

That vivid self, the incredibly glorious self of the Great Crusade era!

Moreover, this version of myself that is now appearing before me.

Greater and more fearless than I remember myself.

"No, it's all a conspiracy! It's all a conspiracy!"

"You should not exist, I am the real one, I am the real one!"

After a moment of shock and panic, the Blood God's army began to fight madly, completely devoid of reason.

To these Space Marine had already betrayed the cause, their sudden appearance was nothing more than Phantoms of the Corpse Emperor.

The purpose was to disrupt their minds, undermine their morale, and cause them to suffer repeated defeats.

"There is a fundamental difference between us, you Heretic!"

Look me in the eyes and answer me, why are you a coward!

"I am not a coward, I am a follower of the Blood God!"

"You're nothing but a Bloodletter's lackey, what's there to be proud of? Today I will kill you with my own hands!"

Almost all the defected Space Marines saw their former selves reflected in the forces brought by Angron.

Then they did something very amazing.

They began to fight each other, to kill the version of themselves they once were.

However, a strange phenomenon emerged during this fierce competition.

Nobody went looking for trouble with Khârn.

Because Khârn's biggest trouble has come his way.

"You, are you me?"

Since siding with the Blood God, the Khârn the Betrayer has had nothing but killing on his mind.

But now, seeing himself in his neat military uniform, so dazzlingly handsome, he felt a little blinded by it.

He even began to use his reason again to think about whether this was a conspiracy by some Chaos Gods.

"I am me, you are you, I am the Rite of War of the World Eaters."

"The Rite of War?"

"Further words are useless, prepare to die!"

Khârn put away his Drumsticks and took out a pair of axes in return.

"You are me, even if you don't admit it, you are still me!"

"Heh, I won't let Bloodletter be my master. As for you, the executioner under the Bloodletter's command, you'd better die!"

The Rite of War vs. the Traitor.

The result was almost unequivocally one-sided.

The Rite of War, Khârn, was overwhelming the Traitor.

Strictly speaking, the two are actually the same person, so it's very difficult to counter their moves.

Even for someone Rite of War Khârn, who has been constantly strengthened, breaking his own attack wouldn't be so easy; it would take at least a few days.

The only problem lies with the drum behind the Rite of War.

The Khârn the Betrayer was now in a real bind; he wished he could smash the drum behind the other man.

What put him at a direct disadvantage was the drum behind his opponent, which also made it impossible for him to attack.

I have no idea where the other party got this kind of Relic from.

It would be one thing if it boosted the morale of the troops, but the enemy carrying that drum on their backs was like a mobile bomb.

Once inside the Chaos army's territory, it explodes wherever it goes, and the drum will also mysteriously start beating on its own.

The sound of the drums travels far, and the nearest Daemon will instantly turn to ashes, without even a chance to Resurrection.

Now, the Khârn the Betrayer not only has to endure his own attacks, but also the effects of the drumbeats.

The Khârn the Betrayer can only fight on instinct now, because he can feel his internal organs turning into pus.

"If you've got the guts, throw away that broken drum and fight me fair and square!"

"The key to war is to exploit the enemy's strengths and attack their weaknesses. Do you think I'm as brainless as you?"

As Khârn, the Rite of War, spoke, he chopped off one of the opponent's hands with an axe.

Under normal circumstances, a traitor would be extremely excited to encounter someone who could harm them and would engage in a relentless battle.

But now.

The Khârn the Betrayer just wanted to kill from a different angle.

The Khârn the Betrayer made up his mind to avoid this guy and go on to commit more killings.

However, the Rite of War immediately saw the problem with him.

The other party wanted to run away.

"Don't even think about escaping! Prepare to die!"

Before the Khârn the Betrayer could make a move, the Rite of War chopped off one of his legs with another axe.

"No!!"

"Bang!"

The backs of the double axes smashed through the traitor's teeth.

"You're so noisy!"

Khârn, the Rite of War, seized the opportunity and kicked the Traitor in his other good leg.

The Khârn the Betrayer was beaten to his knees.

"Traitor, pay the price for your betrayal!"

Just as Khârn was about to bring his axe down, he suddenly felt resistance, but that resistance quickly disappeared.

Then he heard the voice of the God of War of War.

"Khorne, you dare to get distracted while fighting me? Who gave you the guts!"

Look me in the eye!

Seeing that his most beloved collection was about to be destroyed, the Blood God wanted to intervene, but the God of War stopped him.

I want you dead!

Khorne knew that he was only fighting here by relying on the form of the Daemon Prince, and he couldn't hold out for long.

The death of the Khârn the Betrayer is a fait accompli, and no one can stop it.

This ignited Khorne rage within Khorne, and he wished he could kill the righteous and noble version of himself he was facing.

"That's exactly what I was thinking too. When I came here, my only purpose was to kill you!"

Just as Khârn was locked in a standoff with the God of War Khorne, Kahn had already swung his axe and beheaded the traitor.

"I'll use you as a sacrifice today!"

Khârn sheathed his two axes, raised the traitor's head with one hand, and showed it to everyone in defiance!

Then, in an instant, the Khârn the Betrayer's entire body began to burn and was completely reduced to ashes.

The Khârn the Betrayer is dead!

It wasn't about returning to the Warp to recover from severe injuries in the Realspace, but rather true death, with no room for maneuver.

The Adeptus Custodes, who had initially harbored some doubts, completely dispelled their suspicions after witnessing this scene.

Now is the time to counterattack!

"For the Emperor!"

"For the Emperor!"

"For the Emperor!"

The human forces were riding high, while the Chaos forces were showing signs of decline, especially with deserters appearing in the Blood God's army.