Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 223: The Army of Khorne, Part 2
The main gun roared and thunder exploded. If it weren't for the fact that sound cannot be transmitted in a vacuum and if it weren't for the fact that the hull could block the flash, Taylor would probably have been scared to death by now.

The scale of the fight was enough to make him breathe rapidly and feel dizzy, but fortunately, it was okay.

He was unaware of the clash of spells and battle axes in the vast void. He only looked worriedly at his own little piece of land and the Primarch who was sleeping soundly there.

Since Guilliman's awakening, he had not had a day as rested as today.

He had never left the lines of Macragge, nor had he ever known the limits of his own body.

He only knew to use his own life force to continuously inject a weak and temporarily useless vitality into this corrupt galaxy.

He deserved this long sleep, even if it wasn't his wish.

When the long, wind-swept hull stopped, Taylor sighed in relief. "Perhaps, Calgar has already won?"

His speculation was not without basis. He was well aware of the despicable nature of those Chaos traitors. Therefore, he was certain that before the Glory of Macragge was reduced to ashes...

They will not stop their attacks on this ancient Glorious Queen-class battleship.

It's like a shark or hyena smelling blood, or like prey falling from a spider's web.

Until the target is completely consumed, no one can restore sanity to the minions of Chaos.

But he didn't know, nor could he imagine, that the ridiculous flames of war burning in the void came from the messenger of another god.

Kabrand's burning battle axe tore open the armor of a Red Son warrior. He laughed madly, insulted the Thousand Sons Legion as cowards, and mocked.

"Look, look, there are only a thousand people."

"Could it be, I mean could it be..."

"You, Magnus, also respect the Codex Astartes?!"

These words stung the Daemon Primarch in two ways. First, after he had just experienced the war with the Space Wolves and the long-term suppression by the Imperial loyalists, his troops were now only one in ten left.

Secondly, it is about the Holy Codex of the Primarch, Roboute Guilliman.

It was something the Chaos Space Marines relished talking about, but this codex successfully broke the Imperial Space Marines apart, and brought them together.

Success struck the Empire at its weakest, leaving Chaos' fangs nowhere to bite.

This codex is a joke among Chaos traitors and an insult, as if to say.

Even if the Empire is already like this, you guys are just trash walking around the Empire...

Magnus heard this clearly through the body of the Thousand Sons Mage. Of course, his army had more than a thousand people, but not more.

I don't know where this demon learned his words, but now they only seem sarcastic and vicious.

Magnus suspected that this matter was related to that damn Carlos, but it was just a suspicion.

After all, what is said is unfounded and what is said in private is nameless.

Although Magnus felt something was wrong, he just endured it, even though the demon had already boarded his flagship with his evil magic.

But for Magnus, it was just an expected accident that could be solved by relying on numbers and consumption.

Yet Skarbrand continued his slaughter as if it were his natural duty, he and his demonic legions flowing through the Thousand Sons' ships like a tide of red blood.

Whether it was the death toll that was increasing every moment or Scarbrant's rapid-fire remarks, Magnus was angry.

When the red demon shouted, "The disaster of Praspero was inevitable. If you had listened more to your father, things would not have turned out this way."

"And yet you promised to stop, and studied magic, and were so merry in your deception about Prospero!"

"It's a pity that you were originally master and apprentice, and also father and son, but because of this, your relationship has been completely changed, and the son has been separated from his father!"

"Do you know? The Corpse King probably hates you the most. You were once his pride, his star, but now you've become the calamity that's preventing him from rising from the throne..."

These words made Magnus's breathing quicken, and he immediately cut off his spell. He recalled the sufferings of the current empire in his mind, hoping that this would convince him to end his hatred for this guy and put his destiny back on track.

But when he calmed down, he opened his eyes and stood up.

The next moment, a purple portal appeared in front of the demon, and a giant with red skin, huge wings, and a height comparable to his walked out.

He said sternly, his expression cold and his eyes serious. "Kabrand, you'd better keep your promise and use my head as a drinking glass."

"Otherwise, I will chop off your remaining wings and break your broken horns, so that you will never be able to raise your head again!"

The Great Demon of Khorne licked the corner of his bright red mouth, as if he saw something delicious.

He was looking forward to a bloody battle with the Primarch, and now his wish came true. In addition to this bright red giant, there was also a blue one.

When he has offered them as a sacrifice, one will mend his wings, the other his horn, and he will be restored to the throne of brass.

He raised the flaming axes, holding both axes high, and they flashed down like thunder.

Magnus twisted his hand and a psychic shield flashed around him. Then a purple lightning shot out from his mouth, burning Kabrand's chest black, bloody and blurred, and a burnt smell emanated.

The big demon did not retreat. The axe blade was more powerful and it tore through the psychic shield in an instant. When the blade was about to hit the original body, the red giant body turned into an illusory bubble and disappeared without a trace.

The demon spat out a mouthful of blood and cursed. "I've been hiding and playing with those blue-skinned people for ten thousand years. I haven't learned anything else, but I'm quite proficient in sneaking and playing tricks."

At this moment, a beam of red light shot out from the darkness and headed towards the big demon, but the big demon dodged it.

The beam of light passed through the demon, passed through the air, and landed on the side of the battleship, burning the adamantine hull and making a crackling sound.

Kabrand laughed, as if mocking Magnus's stupidity.

But Magnus said in that dark haze.

"I'm convinced that those words of yours were taught by others."

"After all, you've always had a bad head. If you'd thought for even a second longer, you wouldn't have been able to swing your sword and cut into the Lord of Terror's armor."

"You scratched a sliver of his iron, and he wasted thousands of years of your life, a pair of crimson wings, and a single demon horn."

"That was your stupidity, and you're going to repeat it now."

Kabrand cursed. "Nonsense! You've already been tricked. If you dare to fight me face to face, you're dead."

He brandished his sword and axe and rushed forward, his huge body baring its fangs and claws as if it could break through anything.

Even the radiance of the Emperor's Bane Blade was not as powerful as his, but Magnus simply swung his arm, and the beam cut through the side of the ship like a knife, revealing a crimson slit.

The endless void sucked in the air and everything, and the pressure difference caused the interior of the ship to be sucked in like a large vacuum cleaner.

The demon's body was very close to the crack and was pulled to the edge in an instant, nailed to the iron sheet.

At this moment Magnus stepped out of the shadows and plunged his staff into the Great Demon's chest.

He smiled and said, "Remember to thank Carlos for me. He gave me such a good show."

Kabrand cursed. "No! You can't expel me! I don't want to go back there!"

But resistance was futile. Amidst the burning pain in his chest, Magnus had already finished reciting the last syllable of the spell.

When the great demon turned into a pile of ashes and drifted away, the red giant adjusted his armor. He looked at the Glory of Macragge drifting outside the window and said as if with nostalgia and happiness.

"Let's catch up, brother..."

"Like in the Great Crusade."

"Just like at the Council of Nicaea..."

(End of this chapter)