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Chapter 253 The Gods Arrived Smelling the Scent of Archangels
One is an unborn being born from the primal wrath of the Holy Blood Angels, possessing many of the abilities of warp beings.

One is a jailer who has merged with the original Black Fury and become that power, known as an unparalleled warrior who cultivates immortality in the Warhammer universe.

Both sides possess immense power beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

To those weaker civilizations, they were already legendary gods and demons.

The two sides used their wings to fly and fought in the sky, a scene just like that described in myths.

The force released from the collision caused the sky to tremble.

Cracks appeared in the sky, from which the brilliance of the subspace burst forth, dazzling and transforming the entire sky.

Mephisto's eyes blazed with a dark red light.

The armor emitted a rich, crimson glow, making the person appear incredibly eerie.

Behind it was a pair of pure black wings, also surrounded by a blood-red glow.

If any members of the court were here, they would probably all shout at Mephisto.

"Heretical, this is a heresy."

"Immediately call upon the Grey Knights to suppress this heretic."

Meanwhile, the Red Angel on the other side was also constantly increasing her power.

After the Great Rift appeared, the amount of ether in the real universe increased.

This allows the Unborn to be more active in the real universe and to wield even greater power.

Many things that I couldn't do before, I can now do with ease.

Before the war even began, the Red Angels were brimming with confidence.
He believed that with his current power, he was more than capable of crushing the beings in the real universe and torturing the Corpse King's minions to the point of near death.

But after actually fighting, he realized one thing: he seemed unable to defeat the human in front of him.

In the sky, psionic light surged, and dazzling thunder roared continuously.
The two figures crisscrossed each other, sometimes intertwined, sometimes separated, and engaged in fierce battles many times.

The terrible aftershocks unleashed a fierce wind that swept in all directions.

There was a roar,
Mephisto waved his hand, unleashing a bolt of crimson lightning.

In an instant, lightning streaked across the sky and struck the Red Angel.

A piercing scream rang out.
The red angel was struck by lightning and sent flying, crashing to the ground.
With a loud bang, a large crater appeared on the ground, and spiderweb-like cracks spread outwards from the crater in all directions.

The leader of Erlonghu shook his head in disappointment as he watched this scene. "Is that all? What a weakling."

The phrase "If you don't act like a dog, declare war" was met with nods of agreement from the players.

"The current generation of the dead is getting worse with each generation."

"This red angel is the worst I've ever seen."

The Red Angel, who had just climbed out of the pit: "…………"

How can you humiliate me like this? Don't I have any shame?
The Red Angel roared to the sky.
He continued to frantically absorb the energy of the subspace, his size visibly increasing, and the surging psionic energy around him also became stronger.

As her power increased, the Red Angel became increasingly tyrannical.
He wants to prove with his abilities that he's not a weakling.
He is the Red Angel who instills fear and dread in countless civilizations.

Mephisto swooped down like a predator hawk.
He swung the scepter, which was covered in arcs of electricity, and brought it down.

A loud whooshing sound filled the air.

After completing the original forging and receiving the power of the Black Angel,

Mephisto could no longer be classified as a mortal.

The current Morpheus, like the arrogant guy, can now punch demons and kick the undead.

Before the red angel, who was drawing power, could react, Mephisto swung his scepter at her again and knocked her down.

Then, Mephisto pressed his advantage, repeatedly wielding his scepter and smashing it against the fallen Red Angel.

Each strike was powerful and heavy, producing a loud whistling sound as it pierced the air.

boom! boom! boom!
The Red Angel lay on the ground howling in agony, having been beaten so badly by Mephisto that his bones were broken and his body was covered in sore flesh that there were hardly any good pieces of flesh left.

That scene was extremely brutal.

Seeing this, even the top players of Erlonghu felt a little sorry for them.

They even shouted, "If you don't become a dog, declare war!"

"For my sake, slap that bastard's mouth first. He's screaming so pitifully, it's unbearable to hear."

The other players nodded in agreement.

"I suggest using magic."

"Does anyone know how to use transformation magic to change this guy's screams into excited ones?"

"........."

Red Angel: "…………"

Meeting you bunch of living devils is truly my blessing!!

I was beaten so badly, can't I even scream a few times?
Even if I am an unborn person, do I not have human rights?
All you know is how to please the Corpse King, have you ever thought about me, this poor unborn one?

Mephisto was already used to the absurdity of the Chosen Ones and was not affected by it at all.

Instead, it actually began chanting incantations, using ancient power to transform the Red Angel's screams into excited screams.

"As expected of an angel's child, she is truly exceptional in terms of thoughtfulness."

"I love you, Mephisto."

"Smash that stupid demon!!"

"........."

The players became even more excited, shouting continuously.

The red angel roared in anger, feeling humiliated.

Have I already become just another pawn in this game where these guys try to build rapport?
Damn it, I'm supposed to be a demon with the power to destroy the world!
Can't we have at least a little respect for the strong?

"You all deserve to die."

The red angel roared incessantly, letting out a series of furious howls, and its size became even more exaggerated.

The spiritual energy surrounding him was almost tangible.

But the Red Angel's anger was useless against Mephisto's absolute power.

The unfortunate undead was repeatedly knocked away and crashed to the ground, creating deep craters.

In the end, Morpheus smashed his head open.
The headless corpse fell to the ground.

With a loud bang, all sound ceased.

The players stepped forward and discovered that the demon had been completely banished back to the warp by Mephisto.

This fierce battle has come to an end.

The players were still enjoying it.
The battle between Mephisto and the Red Angels was absolutely spectacular!

"The video we shoot will definitely be very popular once it's released."

"The Ascetic War of Warhammer 40".

"........."

Morpheus landed, panting heavily.

This battle also took a heavy toll on him.
Then, the black and red glow slowly faded away, returning to its original state.

The black wings on its back slowly turned into a blur, and finally disappeared without a trace.

Seeing the demon they believed in defeated.

The cultists hiding in the ruins dared not show themselves again and retreated to deeper hiding places.

Mephisto and the others did not give chase.

They came to find fragments of the archangel's soul, not to fight those monsters.

After the Red Angel was defeated
Something that had been suppressed was released, creating a resonance.

The Holy Blood Angels felt a tremor.
The most primal things in my blood were touched.

“The archangel is here.” Mephisto looked around at the ruins, where traces of his battle with the red angels were everywhere.

“I felt it too.” The Holy Blood Angels think tank member who was traveling with them nodded in agreement.

"But there's nothing here?" Another Holy Blood Angel in the group looked at the dilapidated, overgrown ruins and asked with some doubt.

“This resonance of bloodlines cannot be faked; there might be some clues nearby,” Morpheus said.

No sooner had he finished speaking than one of the chosen ones in the group shouted out.
"There's a tunnel entrance here."

Mephisto and the others walked over and discovered a deep, dark tunnel.

Standing before the tunnel, the throbbing in my veins became even clearer.

"Perhaps this place holds the secrets we seek to uncover."

"We should go in and take a look."

They stepped inside.

The tunnels beneath the ruins are quite peculiar, resembling a honeycomb, filled with narrow passages and fissures.

It was dark inside, with no light source, but Mephisto and the players could use night vision devices to overcome the inconvenience of the darkness.

They were moving very fast.

Inside the tunnel, some twisted monsters roamed the cave.

But none of them were a match for Mephisto and his group.
With the roar of the blaster, the monsters were all knocked down, turning into scattered pieces of their corpses.

After walking for a few minutes, the entire tunnel suddenly opened up.
A jagged stalactite formed the final obstacle.

After passing through the obstacle, we entered the space on the other side.

The space was huge; you couldn't see the end of it at a glance.
The vast space and vaulted structure resemble a buried cathedral.

"There are corpses here," declared the dog, ready to declare war.
The other players walked over and found several charred corpses kneeling in front of this guy.

The remaining artifacts suggest that these corpses belonged to cultists who worshipped the Red Angels.

No one knew why they were kneeling there, and why they were burned like this. "What burned these guys to death was a flame formed from pure rage."

Morpheus, with his extensive experience, immediately noticed the problem with the corpses.

"Was it done by the Red Angels?" one player asked.

“No.” Mephiston shook his head. “I didn’t sense any evil power remaining on these corpses. On the contrary, they had a sacred aura, pure and flawless.”

"Does this mean there's a being here possessing pure flames? Could it be a heroic spirit left behind from the Battle of Signus?"

"If you don't act like a dog, you'll declare war," someone speculated.

"It's very likely. The Battle of Signas was quite brutal, and many famous Holy Blood Angels from the Great Crusade died here," said the leader of Erlonghu.

As everyone discussed the unusual state of the corpse and the history of the Battle of Signas,
A soft footstep came from the depths of darkness.

The closest place to Erlonghu is...
The anomaly was detected immediately.
He turned his head and immediately saw a phantom shrouded in light.

The illusory figure emitted a magical glow and burned with cold flames.

He was taller than everyone else, with a pair of wings made of light on his back, and his eyes were filled with weariness and sorrow.

Upon hearing the commotion, Morpheus and the others turned to look at the illusory figure.
With just a glance, they all widened their eyes.

"Sanguinius?"

"Father?"

The phantom looked at the crowd, its eyes blazing with flames.
He spoke, his voice low and filled with anger.

"Horus, why, why did you betray us?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a spear made of light appeared in his hand.
Immediately afterwards, he charged towards the Holy Blood Angel and the players.

“No!” Mephisto cried. “We are your offspring, Primarch, we are not Horus.”

However, the phantom of Saint Gilles did not stop at all.

He launched an attack on Mephisto and his men.
Every blow was fatal.

Players finally know where those charred corpses came from.
They must have wandered here by mistake and been burned like this by Saint Gilles' wrath.

Mephisto fends off his father's attacks.
Zheng~
The spear of light struck Mephisto's scepter, producing a clanging sound.

Saint Gilles' fighting prowess is despair-inducing.

Even a fragment of a soul was somewhat difficult for Mephisto.
Moreover, Mephisto couldn't possibly harm his own genetic father.

After blocking another attack, he shouted to the other think tank members.

"Use a magic array to trap him first."

Several think tanks dispersed, unleashed their power, connected, and ultimately converged on Morpheus.

"Restraint!"

Morpheus shouted,
A complex and profound runic array appeared beneath Saint Gilles' feet.
The runes intertwined, forming strong chains that bound Saint Gilles firmly together.

Saint Gilles moved suddenly, snapping several chains in two.

But the next second, more chains appeared, binding him tightly once more.
Saint Gilles was not one to give in so easily.

He roared and struggled incessantly, causing the runic chains binding him to break repeatedly.

“We can’t hold out for long,” one think tank member cried out. “The power of the Primarchs is too great.”

“We need to find a way to awaken the Primarch,” another think tank member who persisted in their efforts said.

“Now, there is only one way,” Morpheus said. “That is to sacrifice a Bloodborn child, to use his blood to appease the Primarch’s wrath and awaken reason.”

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone turned to look at the leader of Erlonghu.

Why are you all looking at me?

The boss of Erlonghu felt a sudden jolt of unease, sensing something was amiss.

"We need to sacrifice a child of holy blood," declared the dog-declaring war. "You are the most suitable."

The leader of Erlonghu was about to object, but after looking around, it seemed that he really was the most suitable.

After all, NPCs like Mephisto only have one life.

He, however, can be resurrected indefinitely.

"Alright, alright, here I come," said the leader of Erlonghu. "I'm getting killed while doing missions, I'm speechless."

Mephisto and the other Blood Angels nodded silently in their hearts.
The benefits of bringing the chosen ones here become apparent.

If there's anything that needs to be sacrificed, let them do it.

However, we still need to offer some incentives.

"If you can awaken the Primarch and quell his wrath, this scepter will be yours. - Chosen One, 'The Boss of Erlong Lake'."

Mephisto's words immediately drew envious looks from the other players.
This is Mephisto's scepter!
So, this pretty, fresh-faced girl was given to this guy as a reward?
I'm so envious, jealous, and resentful!!
"I don't care about scepters or anything like that. I just want to contribute to the return of the Angel Father."

At this moment, the eyes of the leader of Erlonghu became incredibly clear and resolute.

After he finished speaking, he looked at Morpheus again.

"Keep my scepter safe until I return to retrieve it."

Mephisto: "..."

He was initially somewhat moved,

But now, he wants to take back that feeling of being moved.

The leader of Erlonghu charged toward Saint Gilles, who was bound by a magic array.

Saint Gilles narrowed his eyes, revealing a chilling killing intent.
The Primarch moved with incredible speed; in the blink of an eye, his spear pierced through the charging leader of Erlonghu.

Even after the original casting upgrade is completed, these actions are still not clearly visible.

"So fast."

The leader of Erlonghu looked down at the spear that had pierced him, marveling at the Primarch's speed.

A look of pain crossed Saint Gilles' face.
The act of slaughtering his offspring revealed a struggling expression on this bewildered soul.

The next second, the leader of Erlonghu decisively plunged the dagger into his own neck.
Crimson blood splattered out, landing on the phantom of Saint Gilles.
The blood extinguished the fury in the Primarch's bright eyes, and the light of reason returned.

Saint Gilles looked at the Child of Holy Blood lying before him, a trace of sorrow appearing on his face.
Another son died because of him.

"The Primarch has been restored."

The players swarmed forward and dragged away the fallen leader of Erlonghu.
The body was thrown aside in a very rough manner.
It's clear that if Mephisto and the other Blood Angels weren't around, they would love to kick them a couple of times.

This guy actually got his hands on Mephisto's signature weapon! Jealousy has turned them into monstrous creatures!!

“Don’t do this,” Saint Gilles said, his voice filled with exhaustion.
“Don’t worry, Father. He is the chosen one and will soon return from the dead.”

"........."

Mephisto stepped forward and explained the identity of the Chosen One to the Primarch in detail.

This surprised Saint Gilles.

When did his father's power become so great that he could create an infinite number of resurrected chosen ones?

After the final battle of the Soul of Vengeance, Sanguis's soul was completely shattered.

The fragments scattered throughout the galaxy.
These fragments can sense each other's presence, but their memories are not interconnected.

Wandering among the fragments of the world of Signus, his memories of the Emperor remain stuck before boarding the Soul of Vengeance.

“Come, Father, we’ll take you home.” Mephisto reached out his hand, and the phantom of Saint Gilles ignited, eventually turning into a golden fragment that emitted a radiant glow.

"As long as you collect enough golden fragments, you can obtain a mythical hero." Looking at the golden fragments, "Don't be a dog, declare war!" felt that resurrecting Saint Gilles was like collecting fragments to exchange for a hero.

Other players strongly agreed with this.

Clearly, the operations team knows how to stitch things together, incorporating all sorts of excellent gameplay elements to create a hodgepodge.

Having obtained the fragment of Saint Gilles, the mission is now complete.
Mephiston and the others then set off back to the surface, preparing to leave Signus and head to their next location.

However, as soon as they arrived on the surface, they saw the sky torn open, and countless demons surged in like waves.

Clearly, the Chaos Gods had also noticed Mephisto and his companions' actions.

After the Great Rift opened, the influence of the Chaos Gods on the real universe grew stronger and stronger.

"We must protect the archangel's soul fragments at all costs!" Mephisto shouted.

“Withdraw the warships in orbit and leave immediately,” another think tank member said. “Chosen One, please buy us time.”

"Once the Archangel's soul fragments are safely returned to Baal, you can enter the Blood Angel's Relic Vault and choose a piece of equipment you like."

Having spent a long time together, the Holy Blood Angels have learned how to get these chosen ones to risk their lives for them.

Upon hearing this, players who said "If you're not going to be a dog, then declare war" immediately cheered excitedly, preparing to fight the demonic tide to the death and protect the archangel's soul fragments.

However, just as Mephisto and the others were calling for the Baal Sword,
The plan is to have Captain Nivia pinpoint their coordinates and teleport them back to the warship immediately so they can leave this place as soon as possible.

Another piece of bad news came.

"My lord, the divination instrument indicates that more than two hundred Chaos warships have suddenly appeared and surrounded us."

This news sank Mephisto's heart.
Clearly, the Chaos Gods came prepared, determined to seize the archangel's soul fragments.

"Captain Nivia, can we access the lighthouse communication network?" Morpheus asked.

“The signal is very weak, but it’s barely enough to send messages,” Nivea replied.

“We must immediately seek help from the Sage; only he can support us now,” Morpheus said.

Mephisto knew that the Saint could respond to the Chosen Ones' call and cross galaxies to instantly bring the other Chosen Ones to the battlefield.

Now, the only chance of bringing back the fragments of the archangel is to seek help from the saint.

“Yes, sir.” Nivia immediately carried out Morpheus’s order.

Mephisto turned to the others, “The plan has changed. We must hold our ground on the surface and wait for the Saint’s rescue.”

P.S.: Here's 5,000 words. There will be another chapter tonight.

My skill level is a bit lacking; I estimate I can only manage 10,000 words today. However, I won't just let the promised high-volume update slip by.
Once I've recovered a bit, I'll definitely give you a massive update of 15,000 words.

(End of this chapter)