Horus tore apart reality, throwing countless boiling nightmare entities into the ranks of the loyalists.

But the Emperor's power still protected Terra, and no demon could set foot on it.

Without these terrible monsters, the power of mankind was strengthened again.

Then things did not go smoothly.

The reason came from the first saint of the Empire, Qile.

She once used the power of the Emperor to expel the demons and established the Church of the Holy Word.

However, faith is a vicious poison for humans.

The Emperor once tried to pull it up and crush it completely.

However, everything failed.

He destroyed all the false gods, but humans regarded him as a new god.

This is undoubtedly a huge irony.

In the calculations of the gods, even the most devout believers will become toys in their hands.

Qile originally thought that faith only brought them closer to the Emperor.

However, it brought heavy damage to the Emperor.

Such damage was no less than the damage Horus brought to the Emperor.

The Light Bearers, who were formed by him, became the source of depravity and corruption.

The traitors attacked the Emperor with the help of believers, and opened the Emperor's shield with the power of corruption, allowing the power of the evil god to descend on the surface of Terra.

Qile corrected the wrong beliefs in time, but the damage had been done.

The power of the corrupt believers corrupted the Emperor.

The war in the warp ended with human defeat again.

He was unable to protect Terra anymore, so he retreated to the palace in the Himalayas and held the last line of defense.

Sigismund, Zhu Khan and other major loyal elites also withdrew to Terra according to orders.

The return process was not smooth. Horus controlled the space, and many people died for this, so that the best warriors of the empire were sent back to the emperor.

The darkness has come, and the traitors have spread death and fear to Terra.

Something worse has happened.

With countless sacrifices and Horus's trickery, the barrier between reality and illusion has been infinitely weakened.

The evil gods have launched their armies to fight on the eternal battlefield.

The first to arrive are the Lords of Corruption, and the huge rifts allow the Plague Arks to pass through.

The huge Plague Arks are a poor imitation of the huge spaceships of the Empire.

They come from the strange sky that reflects the land of decay and enter the real world.

There are seven of them, which is the sacred number of the Lords of Corruption.

These Plague Arks were once living creatures, and may even still be alive.

These Plague Arks are actually Void Whales that were dragged into the Chaos Realm during the Eternal Night.

The decay makes these creatures almost unrecognizable.

Supernatural pests and plagues breed in their bodies.

The corrupted flesh hosts many kinds of parasites.

The wounds on their bodies,Even after thousands of years, it still cannot heal.

Sticky pus flows all over its body.

Corrupted blood and excrement fall from the holes that continue to expand on its body like mud.

Countless fat, greedy and hungry flies surround this flesh ship, like a fluttering black veil.

These behemoths are imprisoned by the will of the God of Corruption and become vehicles for carrying the God of Corruption's subordinates.

The Emperor's power has been weakened, and he can't stop these monsters from descending on Terra.

The first Void Whale passed through the barrier between the real world and the Warp, like a rotten dead baby being lifted up into the real world.

After passing through the barrier, the huge Void Whale immediately fell to the ground.

After leaving the Warp, the flesh and blood of the Void Whale decayed significantly faster.

The green skin cracked from the side, and a large amount of foul-smelling pus flowed out.

Hordes of demons emerged from the corrupted ichor and set foot on the land of Terra.

Flies are the most numerous creatures in the Warp.

Countless swarms of flies are densely packed, shiny black, covering the sky and the earth, covering any loyalists they encounter.

These flies are deadly, and they carry the blessing of the god of corruption.

Any human bitten by them will be transformed into a plague zombie and become a member of the corruption.

Plague spirits and demons with countless germs and parasites swarmed out.

Everywhere they walked was twisted and corrupted, the solid earth became a rotten swamp, the trees withered and rotted, and countless germs and parasites crawled out of the decaying corpses.

Those dead bodies became a breeding ground for monsters.

These cursed creatures swarmed towards the palace.

As long as they win, Terra will become the second Eye of Terror, completely tearing everything apart.

That's not all, other evil gods also released their subordinates.

Bathing in blood, rising in the flames of war, following the Lord of Corruption are the bloody and tyrannical kings, the messengers of skulls and killing.

Giant red skulls rushed down from the sky, like meteorites hitting the ground.

These giant skulls are made of the heads of countless dead people, hideous and terrifying, and come with the desire for war and killing.

Each wave of falling numbers is eight, which is the sacred number of the God of Blood and War.

The flames are like those terrible creatures, they are bathed in blood and killing.

Just the existence itself makes people see the endless sea of ​​blood and skulls.

After landing, all the skulls were burning, and Terra turned into a burning hell.

Bloody corpses were scattered everywhere. Those ancient war apostles with hatred came to the world with the will of their master.

In the burning hell, those red-skinned demons with inhuman bodies and faces appeared first.

They are the most brutal warriors in the universe, always hungry, thirsty for blood and death, eager to breakBad and angry.

These monsters are always angry and never stop.

The most terrifying among them are the chosen ones of the Lord of Blood and War.

Those who are called great demons by the terrified people.

These bloody great demons are tall, with endless anger and blood-thirsty wormholes, holding bloody axes and vicious iron thorns.

The bodies that have long been dead are ruthlessly trampled by them, becoming rotten meat mixed with mud.

And those unlucky ones who are fine will have their heads chopped off and offered to their masters.

The sound of curses is recalled in the minds of every psychic who can communicate with the subspace.

The malicious whispers are repeated over and over again in the ears of every sleeping or awake person.

Until every listener screams out that terrible name, the name that cannot be directly described.

It is absurd, weird, changeable, and crazy itself.

It is the concept of magic and treachery, the king of manipulation and psychic power.

With a deep voice, two heads on his neck, and a gorgeous dress made of strange runes, the Fate Weaver holding a scepter emerged from the psychic storm.

He was accompanied by countless blue demons.

They made strange sounds, as if they were fooling mortals who knew nothing about the truth of the world.

The last one to appear was the God of Pleasure and Depravity. It didn't take long for it to grow, but its existence was equally sinister.

In the misty and strange light, those terrible monsters emerged from the cracks.

Their bodies were twisted and strange, but they had an alternative beauty.

Even if they were completely different creatures.

All living beings would feel beautiful at the moment they saw them, beautiful to the extreme.

It was a kind of beauty that was horrible, crazy, and full of bloody art.

The movement of these demons contains a charm that makes all living beings fall in love with them.

It is the embodiment of the concept of beauty for all living beings.

Their existence even distorts the original meaning of the word beauty.

These monsters are too perfect, beyond the limits that all living beings can accept.

The appearance of these demons is charming, with a charm that ordinary people cannot resist, which makes people desire but also horrified, and avoid them.

Their bodies full of distorted beauty exude a rich and sweet fragrance that makes people unable to breathe.

Any living being who smells this fragrance will feel that they have entered a wonderful paradise.

They have lost their will and only want to indulge in this beautiful paradise until the end of the universe.

............

The power of the gods extends to the real universe, and countless terrible nightmares come out of people's fantasy dreams and spread to everyone.

Everyone on Terra feels the terrible malice.

The evil gods have made their final preparations, ready to share and enjoy their feast.

InIn front of the palace, Sanguinius forced Fulgrim, the Primarch of the Emperor's Children, who had turned into a half-snake, half-human, to retreat with one blow. He looked at the waves of cursed creatures with horror in his eyes.

The power of the gods completely enveloped Terra. If they failed, the consequences would be disastrous.

".ˇ Sanguinius, give up. You can't do anything. ' ‖."

Fulgrim looked at his former brother and smiled.

His voice was still pleasant.

But Sanguinius knew that he was no longer his noble brother.

No longer the noble demigod. (Okay, okay)

Now Fulgrim is just a terrible puppet of the evil god.

A poor creature who was robbed of everything by the creatures of the negative universe.

"Look at what you have become. This is the retribution for abandoning loyalty." Sanguinius held a spear and his wings spread out behind him. "You are groveling before your masters, who are so pathetic that they rely on deception to maintain themselves, and you believe it."

"Repent for your crimes on Isstvan, Fulgrim, and I swear to bring you before Ferrus to show you the punishment for betraying and killing your brothers."

"Interesting, I am here to kill you too, Sanguinius. You have failed, and Guilliman could never have reached Terra before the fall."

Fulgrim swayed his serpentine body, revealing a mocking smile.

"Abandon this body of the ash universe like me and become a creature of the warp. This is the only way you can survive."

"The sons of Bhaal never betray." Sanguinius soared into the air, holding a spear and launching an attack.

Even if there is no hope, he will fight to the last moment.

"Then you will die here, accompanying the false emperor who claims to be your father. No one will remember your existence, and no one will sing your story, Sanguinius. Perhaps one day in the future, I will remember your stupidity and your screams before death, and I will savor them carefully."

Fulgrim shouted viciously, waving his four arms to resist Sanguinius.

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