The red-skinned monsters, born of war and blood, howled and surged like a tide towards the Lion Gate.
There were towering Khorne Champions, Bloodletters wielding Hellblades, Skullcrushers riding Brass Rhinos, Furies flapping their wings, and Hell Hounds with fangs and burning black fire.
The Primarch's combat power was terrifyingly absolute; he stood on the battlefield like a War God.
Pulling the trigger, the Hand of Dominion unleashed a sky-darkening barrage, sweeping everything away.
The dense bolter rounds shredded the tidal wave of monsters into pieces, instantly clearing large areas.
The Emperor's Sword swung, and a surging flame swept out, incinerating all demons.
Snow-white ashes flew, as if heavy snow was falling.
The Champion Guard and Custodes protected the Primarch, advancing with him.
A Khorne Greater Daemon set its sights on the Primarch.
He let out a deafening roar, black flames burning fiercely on his strong demonic body.
The Greater Daemon took heavy strides, running towards Guilliman's position.
His massive body made the earth tremble, and burning footprints appeared on the trampled marble.
The golden stone patterns, under the influence of supernatural power, turned into flowing blood.
Mortals who attempted to block the Greater Daemon along the way were slaughtered by the battle-axe and long whip in his hand, becoming scattered limbs on the battlefield.
The slaughter enhanced the aura and blood-red aura on the Khorne Greater Daemon, making his oppressive presence even more terrifying.
Behind the Greater Daemon, Khorne demons born in the Warp, riding Brass Rhinos forged in the Blood God's domain, surged like a tide.
The soldiers on the city walls noticed the Khorne Greater Daemon advancing towards the Primarch, and the Khorne demonic army behind him.
They turned their guns and fired at the demonic tide.
Accompanied by deafening roars, dense destructive beams of laser, melta, and inferno fell like torrential rain.
The destructive offensive tore through the surging demonic tide.
Dismembered limbs flew, making the battlefield exceptionally bloody.
The Khorne Greater Daemon, however, was unaffected.
The red blood mist around him churned.
Even though the laser and bolter rounds fired at him were incredibly dense, they always failed to penetrate, only creating ripples.
The Khorne Greater Daemon roared again, and his running speed increased significantly.
"Son of The Cursed One, your head belongs to me."
When the Khorne Greater Daemon spoke, hot sparks sprayed from his mouth.
Guilliman did not speak.
He silently wielded the Emperor's Sword in his hand.
After slaying the few Bloodletters in front of him, he met the Greater Daemon.
Clang!!
Demonic iron clashed with holy fire.
The resulting impact swept through the surroundings, forcing weaker creatures to retreat, leaving enough space for the Greater Daemon and the Primarch to battle.
...…
Alex fought in the sky.
His pair of pure white wings allowed him to soar in the air.
Violent psychic energy gathered on his body, and with every movement, he unleashed power capable of destroying everything.
Relying on his terrifying psychic energy, he forcibly carved a bloody path through countless Furies, allowing Imperial aircraft to enter the battlefield through the opened gap.
Aircraft roared past, their equipped melta cannons, laser arrays, and other weapons firing continuously.
A torrent of bullets and scorching beams intertwined, illuminating the dim crimson sky.
Furies, struck down, constantly plummeted to the ground.
"Saint."
A call made Alex instinctively look down at the ground.
Guilliman, who was locked in a death struggle with the Khorne Greater Daemon, was calling him.
"Saint."
Guilliman called out again, and Alex responded to the Primarch.
Alex, holding a staff in one hand and the Holy Judgement Blade in the other, like an avenging angel wielding sin and punishment, swooped down from the sky to the ground, charging towards the Khorne Greater Daemon who was fighting Guilliman.
A powerful Emperor's power suddenly erupted, like a golden sun rising, releasing brilliant light.
Countless demons on the battlefield screamed repeatedly, retreating in fear.
The Khorne Greater Daemon fighting the Primarch let out a pained sound.
"This is not a fair duel." The Greater Daemon protested.
"When have you ever been fair?" Guilliman retorted mockingly.
Alex condensed his psychic power into a spear and hurled it forcefully.
The dazzling spear instantly pierced the Greater Daemon's blood-red shield.
It penetrated his body.
Making the Greater Daemon uncontrollably scream in pain.
Guilliman seized the opportunity to rush forward, smashing his power fist, covered in a crushing force field, into the Khorne Greater Daemon's face.
Numerous fractured wounds bloomed on the Greater Daemon's face.
His massive body also lost balance, falling onto the adjacent marble staircase, shattering it.
The Greater Daemon swung the long whip in his hand, wrapping it around the Emperor's Sword.
The sword's flames suddenly surged, with rolling heat waves.
A sizzling sound emerged.
The long whip turned red and melted at a visible speed.
The Greater Daemon seized this opportunity to charge forward, swinging the battle-axe, wreathed in malevolent energy, fiercely down at the Primarch.
Guilliman ducked to avoid the battle-axe.
He chose to abandon the Emperor's Sword.
And lunged at the demon, intending to resolve the opponent in the most primitive way.
The Khorne Greater Daemon was also forced to abandon his long whip and battle-axe, retaliating against the Primarch in the same manner.
Both sides continuously threw punches, striking each other's bodies.
Each blow was heavy and powerful, producing a dull thud.
Aletea stood in the distance, witnessing the battle between the Primarch and the Greater Daemon.
She had never seen two such magnificent, such powerful beings, exchanging blows in such a primitive, such a barbaric manner.
The Primarch seized the opportunity, violently smashing the Khorne Greater Daemon's eye, literally bursting one of his eyes.
Alex took the chance to swoop down, plunging the Holy Judgement Blade in his hand fiercely into the opponent's chest.
The Khorne Greater Daemon let out a painful cry, his thick arms flailing wildly, but to no avail.
Guilliman seized the opportunity, gripping the opponent's neck and the gaps in his lower body's brass armor.
He exerted force with both hands, lifting the heavy Khorne Greater Daemon.
Then, he delivered a heavy knee strike to the opponent.
The sound of a breaking spine echoed across the battlefield, and the Greater Daemon let out an extremely painful wail.
Simply because he had shamed the God of War.
Countless Khorne demons watched this scene, revealing surprise and shock.
In plain sight, the Primarch broke the spine of the Blood God's favored servant.
This was an insult to the Blood God, and to that Greater Daemon.
That Greater Daemon let out a painful wail.
Guilliman threw the broken-backed Khorne Greater Daemon to the ground like a dead dog.
"Tell your master, Terra does not welcome him."
Then, the Primarch raised a foot and stomped forcefully on the opponent's head.
The Greater Daemon's head was then literally crushed.
The Primarch's powerful display invigorated the Imperial heroes, making them excited.
"Praise be to You, my Master, for sending Your Son to us."
Celestine prayed devoutly, and the Sisters behind her did the same.
"Such immense power, is this a Primarch?"
Woldaes, as the Grand Master of the Grey Knights, also had a look of shock on his face.
That was a Greater Daemon!
If the Grey Knights were to deal with it, they would first have to perform a series of weakening rituals to suppress its power.
Only then could they, at a great cost, banish it back to the Warp.
Yet the Primarch, relying on his own strength, defeated the Khorne Greater Daemon on the battlefield and even broke its spine.
Truly worthy of being a mythical figure who could fight alongside the Emperor and lay the foundation of the Imperium; he was too strong.
"In the Emperor's name, counterattack!" Amaric raised his sword and shouted, "Drive out these foul things!"
Other warriors responded, launching a counterattack against the enemy.
"The Primarch is truly a Primarch, incredibly fierce."
"Is Grandpa Blue learning moves from the Wolf King?"
"This Greater Daemon is probably crippled. Having its spine broken in public, even if it returns to the Blood Throne, the Blood God will probably banish it."
"...…."
"Stop chatting, haven't you seen the Imperial Army's morale rising? If we don't hurry, all the demons will be killed."
"Hunt the demons first, if you're late, you won't get anything."
While the Players discussed the Primarch's stunning performance,
The Imperial Army's morale surged, and they launched a counter-charge against the Khorne demonic army.
To earn war points, the Players also raised their spirits and launched even fiercer offensives against the enemy.
...…
"Kill!" Old Thirteen held a staff in one hand and a giant spiked club in the other.
With the body of an Ogryn, and clad in heavy armor,
Old Thirteen was now a mobile heavy tank.
A Bloodletter roared and pounced towards Old Thirteen's squad.
The spiked club swung with immense force, making the air explode.
Bang!
A loud sound.
That demon instantly exploded into pieces in the air.
Then, Old Thirteen raised his staff again, "Avada, Kedavra."
Several bright bolts of lightning appeared.
Instantly blasting away several surrounding Khorne demons, turning them into charred corpses.
"Defend the honor of Hogwarts, brothers, charge!"
Old Thirteen shouted.
The Players behind him all looked excited, following him in the charge.
After careful consideration, Old Thirteen joined the newly established 'Hogwarts' Warband, which was primarily composed of psychics.
Now, he was diligently earning points for the Warband to improve its ranking.
Woldaes, wielding his power halberd, hacked at the demons along the way.
When he saw Old Thirteen casting psychic spells, his eyes instantly widened, a look of shock on his face.
He even ignored the demon pouncing at him.
It was only when a nearby comrade timely noticed and killed that demon with a bolter, that he avoided injury.
"Grand Master, focus on the battle."
The Grey Knight next to him called out to Woldaes, bringing him back from his shock.
Woldaes suppressed the shock in his heart and re-engaged in the battle of slaying demons.
While slaying demons, he pondered how an Ogryn could cast psychic spells.
Swinging his power field-covered halberd, he split a demon in half, then Woldaes looked at that Ogryn again.
Bang!
A demon was smashed into a pulp by the spiked club in that Ogryn's hand.
And behind the Ogryn, a group of psychics continuously unleashed flames and lightning, killing the demons along the way.
Woldaes observed for a while, and since he didn't see Ogryn use magic again, his expression immediately relaxed.
He must have overused his psychic powers, causing his body to be overdrawn.
Everything he saw just now was an illusion, all an illusion.
Woldaes was about to fully immerse himself in the slaughter of the battlefield.
Boom!
A bolt of lightning burst forth, incredibly fierce, instantly splitting a demon into pieces.
This time, Woldaes clearly saw psychic light emanating from Ogryn's staff.
"By the Emperor's teeth!"
The Grand Master's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.
Before, he could comfort himself by thinking he had overused his psychic powers, leading to physical weakness and hallucinations.
Now, he truly couldn't deceive himself anymore.
There was actually an Ogryn who could unleash psychic spells.
Although Cadia Fortress had fallen and the entire universe had plunged into madness, the scene before him was simply too insane.
It was fine for the Warp to grow twisted tentacles and eyes, but why did Ogryn have to master psychic powers?!
This was utterly unscientific and un-Emperor-like!!
The soaring Celestine also witnessed this miracle, but she quickly put away her shock and began to pray piously once more.
"This must be the great power of my Lord."
Celestine's words made Woldaes feel like he had found a lifeline.
That's right, all of this must be the great power of the Emperor; there was no other explanation.
Old Thirteen didn't know that he had greatly shocked Woldaes and other Imperial heroes.
He was still fighting fiercely in the demon tide, swinging his spiked club to sweep away the demons, occasionally releasing a few bolts of psychic lightning.
The low-level demons were slaughtered by his overwhelming power, turning into scattered corpses and remains.
After smashing several Khorne demons' bodies with another blow, Old Thirteen set his sights on a Khorne Greater Daemon.
Sisters of Silence and the Custodes were ganging up on the opponent, so it was a good time for him to join in and earn some War Points.
Aletea was fighting alongside Valerian of the Shield-Guard Company, Grey Knights, and several Space Marines.
Behind her, there were several companions who jointly formed a Null Field to suppress the Khorne Greater Daemon.
However, the Khorne Greater Daemon's power was beyond imagination.
Even with the Sisters of Silences exerting all their strength, they couldn't completely suppress the opponent's power.
The Space Marines who charged forward were cleaved in half by the daemon's axe.
With a snap of its long whip, another loyal Imperial servant died, their shattered body flying dozens of meters.
Clang!!
A Grey Knight charged forward, blocking the daemon's sweeping battle-axe with his power field-covered greatsword.
But the demon's strength was too terrifying.
The Grey Knight was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing heavily into the ruins behind him.
At this moment, Old Thirteen charged over, like a fully loaded heavy truck speeding at full throttle, slamming into the Khorne Greater Daemon.
The tremendous impact sent both Old Thirteen and the Khorne Greater Daemon tumbling to the ground.
Valerian seized the opportunity, leaping high and plunging the astonishingly large spear in his hand into the opponent's heart.
When the spear was pulled out, lava-like blood gushed forth.
The Greater Daemon let out a pained roar.
Aletea, on the other hand, shouted excitedly, calling to her other companions to seize the opportunity and attack the demon together.
The Khorne Greater Daemon tried to get up but was firmly pinned down by Ogryn.
Roar!
He roared, then reached out and clutched Ogryn's neck, trying to strangle him.
The terrifying force caused the heavy armor to dent and crack.
Old Thirteen's face turned black from suffocation, and a stream of saliva drooled from between his teeth.
But his hands also gripped the demon's head tightly, slamming it against the ground.
Once, twice, thrice...
The marble floor cracked from the impact of the Greater Daemon's skull, then the small cracks became large ones, and finally, it completely shattered.
The Greater Daemon released its claw from Old Thirteen's throat, clenched its hand into a fist, and slammed it down on the opponent's head.
The brutal force sent Old Thirteen flying to the side.
Then, the Khorne Greater Daemon stood up, bent down, grabbed Old Thirteen's ankle, and swung him in a half-circle, smashing him to the other side.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Old Thirteen's body was repeatedly slammed against the ground, making terrifying sounds.
The marble floor shattered under the immense impact, forming horrifying deep pits.
Cough! Cough!
Old Thirteen coughed up blood continuously, not knowing how many bones he had broken.
But Ogryn's robust vitality and the protection of his psychic powers kept him alive, though his injuries were too severe to get up and resist.
The Khorne Greater Daemon showed a brutal smile, again picking up Ogryn's leg, preparing to repeat the trick.
Valerian seized the opportunity, circling behind the opponent.
His power field-covered spear pierced between the Greater Daemon's wings and then burst out from its chest.
The countless souls and scorching blood the Khorne Greater Daemon had plundered flowed out from the wound, making sizzling sounds.
A Grey Knight nearby, holding an arc-covered Warhammer, slammed it into the demon's knee, making it stumble and kneel.
Immediately after, the Sisters of Silences and the Custodes swarmed forward, attacking with their weapons.
The Khorne Greater Daemon let out an unwilling roar, but ultimately crashed to the ground.
Old Thirteen was helped up.
At this moment, his armor was shattered, and his thick arm was broken, dangling limply, looking incredibly desolate.
But he still picked up the massive spiked club at the first opportunity, raised his arm, and shouted, "For the Emperor, for War Points!"
Aletea and the others only understood the first part; the latter was a section of obscure and strange whispers.
They subconsciously ignored the latter sentence and shouted 'For the Emperor' along with him.
Afterward, Old Thirteen limped back into the fight.
Such loyalty greatly encouraged the many soldiers of the Imperium.
They charged together into the demon tide, slaughtering in the name of the Emperor.
On the War Points leaderboard, Hogwarts Battle Group's ranking quickly rose, breaking into the top ten.
"Damn it, Old Thirteen is catching up!"
"This guy is fighting too fiercely; one person is worth several of us."
"It's over; to be surpassed and crushed by an Ogryn, this is truly a humiliation!"
The Warmaster of the Emperor Niuma Battle Group, Tenjiro, and other Players looked at the leaderboard, feeling anxious.
This kind of large-scale battle against demons was very disadvantageous for them.
They didn't have the fierce firepower of the Hammer and Sickle Battle Group, which took the mech route, nor the special attack against demons like the Hunter Demon Battle Group.
This led to a widening gap between their War Points and those of the other Warbands.
At this moment, a dense roar came from the sky.
Various aircraft were airlifting Imperial forces from Terra and orbit.
Large numbers of troops joined the battlefield, unleashing firepower on the Khorne demon army.
Countless demons were killed, and the areas occupied by demons were gradually retaken.
The Players didn't have much time left to earn War Points.
"Speed up, we can't fall too far behind!" The Warmaster waved his greatsword, shouting at his team members.
They launched an even fiercer charge, roaring as they leapt over obstacles, pouncing on the demons with the force of thunder.
The God Chosen's fanaticism for slaughter perplexed the defending forces participating in the war, making them wonder which side was truly the Blood God's servant.
"You should join the Brass Throne under the name of war and blood, instead of serving that corpse!"
When a Khorne Greater Daemon was besieged, it was also startled by the Players' madness.
The Warmaster replied to the Khorne Greater Daemon with disdain,
"No need for such trouble; once the Emperor seizes your master's authority, we can naturally slaughter to our heart's content in the name of war and blood."
Khorne Greater Daemon: "..."
Are The Cursed minions so arrogant and conceited now?
Having obtained the galaxy is not enough; they even covet the authority and thrones of the gods. Truly arrogant and greedy.
The Players' fearless charge, coupled with the heroic fighting of numerous Imperial heroes, led to one Greater Daemon after another collapsing with unwilling roars, banished back to the Warp.
Soon, only one Khorne Greater Daemon remained on the battlefield.
Many Players surrounded the Khorne Greater Daemon.
Their eyes glowed as they looked at the Khorne Greater Daemon, like a pervert seeing a sexy young woman, unable to stop drooling.
"This demon is fated with my Husky Warband."
"I hope you all can make it convenient."
Bald Donkey shouted to the other Players.
He was originally a member of the Emperor Niuma Battle Group.
While accompanying Guilliman on his pilgrimage expedition, he and other Players formed the Husky Warband.
"I am the Head of the Kun Fist Sect; I hope you don't act ignorantly and wisely yield this Greater Daemon to my Kun Sect."
"Dare to snatch Hogwarts's things? Do you want to feel the wrath of Ogryn??"
"Professional matters should be left to professionals; this Greater Daemon belongs to our Hunter Demon Battle Group."
"It belongs to our Emperor Niuma Battle Group; no one can snatch it."
"If you don't agree, let's fight."
"Let's fight."
...
For the right to hunt the Greater Daemon, the God Chosen glared at each other, looking as if they would fight at the slightest disagreement.
The Khorne Greater Daemon heard the God Chosen's arguments and let out an angry roar.
Being publicly discussed about whose head it belonged to was undoubtedly a great humiliation for a servant of the Blood God.
Aletea, Valerian, Senior General Tura, Woldaes, and other Imperial heroes exchanged glances.
They couldn't comprehend this way of thinking!
Guilliman noticed the commotion, and upon learning the situation, his mouth twitched, and he looked speechless.
Do you God Chosen truly believe in the Emperor? Or in Khorne?
And you're thinking of deciding a winner first before harvesting the enemy's head!