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Chapter 206: Sanguinius is with me

The blood in the chapel was surging, and Zhou Yun felt as if he was drowned in a bloody tide that almost swallowed him up.
A hideous crack appeared in front of him, and a beast-like roar came out of it, seeming to awaken the anger and anxiety in the hearts of everyone present.

The figure of the supreme servant of the Blood God, the great demon of the God, was looming in the cracks, ferocious and terrifying, trying to step into the material universe and seize the blood and skull.
Mephiston knelt on one knee, his psychic power squirming in his flesh and blood, blocking the God-Lord Demon like a dark shadow, trying to resist it. However, even as powerful as Mephiston was, he still felt powerless in the face of this terrifying demon.
That was Angrath, the chief Khorne Daemon after the Skarbrand Heresy, and the favorite of the Blood God.
The Blood God was so anxious that he threw it out! And this great demon was obviously wrapped in a terrifying anger. That was the will of Khorne himself. Khorne poured his power into Angras' body and made him act on his behalf.

Zhou Yun's eyes twitched slightly.

He remembered the rebellion of the right and wrong divination machine, and there would be a great demon and a demon prince to stop him from resurrecting the archangel.
Zhou Yun originally thought it would be Kabanha and Angron, but now it seems that
Kabanha had no idea that Zhou Yun had resurrected the Archangel, let alone actively trying to stop him.

The big demon who prevented Zhou Yun from resurrecting the archangel was actually Angras. This prophecy was indeed unreliable!

Zhou Yun was slightly shocked and felt strange at the same time. Why was it that only one great demon named Angras arrived?

Where's Angron? Is he late? He's not Guilliman!
But Zhou Yun didn't have time to think about it now. The Blood God's servants were pouring out from the cracks around him, turning into a blood tide that surrounded everyone.

And Angras is trying to enter the real universe.
They must break out as soon as possible.
Zhou Yun did have a trump card in his hand, but that was to prevent the worst-case scenario.
The glory of the star Idalia. After returning from the Heart of Baal, Zhou Yun also went to the Holy Sun Treasury, where he used a mechanizer to replicate the star Idalia again.
The power of the star Idalia is limited by the Emperor's psychic energy, but a star is still a star.

This is the material universe, not the subspace. If it is used here, then there is no doubt that everyone except Zhou Yun will die, and the resurrection of Sanguinius will fail, and even the entire Angel Castle may be destroyed.
"Servants of the Blood God! Go back! This is no place for you to vent your anger!!!"

At this moment, a voice full of anger sounded from the loudspeaker, and the think tank Fearless Marest roared.
The powerful psychic power quantified into pale golden flames that gushed out from the broken body of his fearless sarcophagus. The power axe in his hand flashed a dazzling light, sweeping around like a hurricane, expelling large numbers of demons back into the subspace.

"In the name of Sanguinius!"

He swung the power axe, the power claws roared, and rushed towards Angras.

Angras's demon axe that was inhabited by a bloodthirsty demon collided with Marest's power axe, and a stream of gold and red fire exploded in the void.

Marest let out a roar, and his will controlled the nearby machinery along the Fearless Iron Coffin, and a door opened.

That is the passage leading to the tomb of Sanguinius.

"Forward! Mephiston! Gabriel Seth! And that unknown lord!" Marest roared.

Powerful psychic flames roared out from the cracks in the dreadnought iron coffin, burning like the blazing flames of a star.

This think tank was like an iron wall standing in front of Angras, and the scorching psychic flames even burned the demons who tried to drill out of the cracks into ashes.

"Lord Marest!" Mephiston exclaimed.
He was right next to the think tank Dreadnought, and could feel how hot the surface of the iron coffin was, and could feel the remains of Marest burning in the Dreadnought's iron coffin.

Marest's broken body was not enough to support him in mobilizing such a powerful spiritual energy. Every nerve in his body was burned and destroyed by the influx of spiritual energy.
Now he and Marest have barely managed to restrain Angras. If Mephiston leaves
"By the Holy Blood! You know what you should do! Complete your mission! Mephiston!"

Hearing Marest's words, Mephiston gritted his teeth, swung the last psychic blade at Angras, turned around and wielded the silver-steel sword in his hand to open a path in the blood tide and came to Zhou Yun's side.

Zhou Yun nodded slightly to Mephiston, and the two of them rushed towards the passage leading to the Tomb of Saint Guillemins without hesitation.

Only Seth was still hesitant. He saw in the blood that the Archangel was corrupted by Zhou Yun. That scene was undoubtedly real.
"Gabriel Seth! What are you still hesitating about?"

"Can't you see? The Blood God is roaring!"

"He is angry! This means you are on the right path!"

“And I have seen”

Marest shouted, his mutilated body floating in the dark iron coffin.

His limbs are long gone, and all organs except his heart and spine are long gone, replaced by complex intubations and external artificial organs.
Marest had been floating in this dark iron coffin for hundreds of years, but today, this cold and dark iron coffin actually became warm.
"I swear to be loyal to him no matter if I live or die. I can feel his hands on my broken body and hear the sound of his wings flapping." Marest whispered softly, and his voice was transmitted to the chapel through the loudspeaker:

"Brother Gabriel Seth, I can see."

Seth's body shook slightly, as if he had been hit. He nodded slightly, then led the remaining Flesh Tearers to gather around Zhou Yun and Mephiston.

He growled and waved the Bloodsnatcher in his hand to clear a path for the crowd.

"Roar!" The beast's roar came from Angras' mouth, and the axe burning with blood collided with Marest's power axe.

The power of the Blood God and the psychic energy of Marest intertwined, constantly colliding on the boundary between reality and the subspace.
Countless psychic flames gushed out from Marest's remaining body, burning his nerves and Angras.

"Marest! The dead!"

Angras admired Marest's power, and a dark and gloomy voice came out of his beastly mouth:
"Your axe could chop off more skulls, your strength could bring more blood, yet you are trapped in this cold iron coffin."

"The Blood God feels sorry for you. Angrath thinks you are a good opponent. The Blood God can make your broken body powerful again, so that you can taste blood and fight with your own body."

"Marest, chant, chant: Blood for the Blood God, skull for the Skull Throne!"

“Get lost!” Marest roared, his body burning in the iron coffin, ashes slowly falling from his body: “Go back to your master! Beast!”

"Although I am imperfect, I am far more powerful than your master promised me! Because Sanguinius is with me!!!"

The ashes from Marest's burning body spilled out of the iron coffin and landed on his power axe. In an instant, a fire as bright as a star burst out on the axe blade.

Angras couldn't help but let out a cry of joy because of the battle. His and Marest's power axes crossed in the void dozens of times, but in the end Angras was better. The blood axe transformed by the bloodthirsty demon cut the boundary between reality and the subspace and chopped heavily on the mechanical arm of the fearless.
Lightning flashed, and one of Marest's arms was torn off by Angras. His body was pushed back by the impact of the axe blade.
Angrath's figure became clear, and one of his legs stretched out into reality.

"Do not!!!"

Marest roared, and swung his only remaining power arm behind him, smashing the stasis field standing in the chapel.
His power claws grabbed a scroll of Sanguinius and raised it high.
The seal was torn, and the sacred runes written by Sanguinius himself fell down and landed on Marest:

"In the name of the Holy Blood! I am Marest! I am the guardian of the secret dungeon and the Holy Blood Scroll! I am the guard of the Tomb of Sanguinius!"

Marest's entire body was burning. The uncontrollable spiritual energy in his broken body ignited his remains, burning through the tubes connecting his artificial organs and destroying the few remaining nerves in his spine.
"I am the son of Sanguinius! I am the Emperor's Angel of Death! I pledge my allegiance to humanity, whether dead or alive! I swear: there is no place here for you or your God!"

The sacred runes on the scroll of Sanguinius spurted out fiery sparks, and Angras cried out as his body ignited. The raging fire containing the power of Sanguinius and the psychic energy of Marest made him feel a burning pain.
The subspace rift began to shake and shrink, and Angras' figure became less clear.
Marest's spine was burned in the flames of the uncontrolled psychic energy, and his broken body gradually turned into ashes and dissipated in the fire, only his head burst out the last bit of psychic energy in the burning fire.
The raging fire generated by the uncontrolled psychic energy burst out from Marest's facial features, causing the last part of this ancient warrior to disappear in the fearless iron coffin.
After a moment, the fire in the Dreadnought Iron Coffin burned out, leaving only the empty Dreadnought mecha holding the Sanguinius Scroll high, standing still.

The blaze on Angras' body slowly dissipated, and the great demon let out a sigh of praise and regret.
After all, it was better. Angras once again stretched out his body from the subspace crack that had shrunk to a very small, constantly shaking and unstable, and entered reality————

The humming sound of machinery suddenly sounded, and the fearless mecha raised its body again.

There was no one to control it, no one to give orders, and this empty iron coffin didn't even have the ability to move on its own.

But he moved proudly and arrogantly.

Angras could not understand what was happening before his eyes.
In its stunned eyes, the empty Dreadnought held the Scroll of Sanguinius high and rushed towards Angras.

The sacred words written by Sanguinius himself magnified in Angras's eyes. It couldn't help but let out a wail. Its body was ignited again. The already unstable subspace shook violently and then dissipated into reality.
Angras also disappeared.
The unmanned dreadnought mecha slowly lowered its head and knelt on one knee on the ground.

The scroll of Sanguinius slowly descended, and the sacred paper spread over the iron coffin of the Dreadnought like a shroud of a saint.
It's just that there are no more holy souls living in the machine room.
(End of this chapter)