Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods

Chapter 251 Listening to Sacred Dirty Words

In the apocalyptic battlefield ruins of Amegiddon, two fungal monsters stand amidst the smoke and dust, their emerald green skin revealing muscles more magnificent than any divine machine's steel body.

Its towering height of over 100 meters cast a shadow under the glow of the setting sun, instilling fear in the Astragalus troops patrolling the distant hive city.

They all stared at the towering body, over a hundred meters tall, taller than any divine mechanical Titan. Even though they were veterans of countless battles, their pupils involuntarily dilated, their breathing gradually became rapid, and their hearts pounded.

As the Ascendant Army stationed on Amegadoton, a planet entangled with the orcs for over ten thousand years, they naturally knew what those emerald green skins and chilling roars meant.

Orcs, the most optimistic race in this despairing universe, are scattered in every corner of the galaxy, their vitality as tenacious as the cockroaches of ancient Terra.

But this was the first time they had ever seen such a gigantic Orc, so much so that for a moment they forgot to report this terrifying anomaly to their superiors.

However, the world-shaking roar and earthquake had already made everyone in Amegiddon aware of this anomaly, so there was no need to report it.

Faced with orcs who were even more terrifying than the Titans, the Astragalus, who had been preparing to fight the orcs at all times, launched an attack immediately.

The shells of various calibers exploded one after another, flashes of fire flickered on the two enormous monsters, and the rolling sound waves spread wildly.

The warship, which had been hovering in near-Earth orbit, descended and unleashed a barrage of light spears mounted on its hull. Destructive beams of light rained down from space, engulfing the two monsters.

During this first wave of attacks, they were surprised to find that these huge green-skinned orcs did not have a void shield to deflect the light, which eased their tension somewhat.

When the smoke and dust cleared again, and the two towering figures reappeared, revealing their unharmed bodies, they fell silent once more, as if their worldview had been severely shaken.

They roamed the starry sea, facing many enemies, including many aliens and legendary figures among traitors, but even without the Void Shield, they dared not expose themselves within the range of the light spear array.

But now, the two enormous greenskins that had crashed into Amegiddton without warning were completely unharmed by the light spear attack, which made them feel their scalps tingle and they lost their ability to think for a moment.

But the two fungal monsters clearly wouldn't give them another chance to attack; they raised their heads and gazed at the warship in space.

The colossal body, weighing tens of thousands of tons, leaped into the air and disappeared into the sky with a deafening sonic boom.

Mach 1, Mach 5, Mach 7.

Caught off guard by the human empire's fleet, the fungal monster burst out of the atmosphere, accelerating rapidly before crashing into a warship several kilometers long in space.

Under the violent impact, the Gothic warship with the church on it was instantly overloaded by the Void Shield. A huge shadow appeared on the side of the warship, and a huge battle axe with gaps and scratches in its hand slashed down with eerie energy.

A violent explosion rose into space as the massive warship was cleaved in two by the monster's attack, triggering a massive blast.

Amidst the expanding flames, the monster's shadow reappeared, its hands gripping its battle axe tightly, its roar carrying precisely to everyone's ears even in the void.

This scene instantly filled the Imperial commanders with a chilling fear, as if they had fallen into an ice cave. In the history of the Empire, they had rarely encountered such a terrifying unit that could destroy a warship with its own flesh and blood in the real universe.

As the flames subsided, the fungal monsters dejectedly put away their weapons. It seemed that in this universe, they could not encounter any opponents as formidable as before.

They exchanged glances, then turned and flew into the cold void. Even though the transdimensional spaceway here had long been destroyed, as monsters of the arcane universe, they still had the ability to traverse the universe at faster-than-light speeds with their physical bodies, enough to fulfill the creator's command.

They traversed the depths of the starry sky, the power of the Creator continuously connecting them to the subspace here, maintaining a delicate balance—providing them with some support while ensuring they were not rejected by the real universe.

As they traversed the universe, the immense power within them continuously absorbed the two abstract wills of this subspace, gradually merging with them.

The Chaos Gods were naturally aware of this change and tried to stop the process, but they were unable to prevent it.

On one hand, the two foreign monsters possess the same power of a chaotic god. On the other hand, the two abstract wills deep within the warp do not oppose this fusion; on the contrary, they cooperate remarkably well.

They were extremely excited after sensing the presence of the two monsters and the trend of their fusion, and they didn't even care whether their own consciousness could become the leader of this new existence.

Gradually, they sensed the wondrous reactions that permeated the starry sea. Their will continued to extend, and they eventually saw green orcs of all sizes in every corner of the galaxy.

The moment the link was formed, these greenskins sensed an unprecedentedly powerful presence and immediately offered their loyalty without reservation.

The two monsters, which were gradually merging with the two wills deep within the warp, gladly accepted it all, and the power originating from their bodies was shared in all directions of the starry sky.

In an instant, the size limitations of the green-skinned creatures in every corner of the galaxy were broken, and memories of various advanced technologies surged up, making them even more powerful.

They clearly sensed that the great Gao Ge and Mao Ge had descended into the real universe and were now summoning them to launch an unprecedented WAAAAGH!

After the monsters disappeared into the starry sky...

Inside the hive city of Amegiddund and inside the spaceships, the commanders of the Imperium of Man still felt lingering fear; they simply couldn't comprehend what it was.

Only the commander of the Alien Inquisition's Deathwatch Force, who was on a mission nearby, found some ambiguous memories deep within his mind.

Ancient texts of the Watchtower record that the elders had seen some information in the documents of an ancient alien race.

Tens of millions of years ago, the ancient Orcs were far more powerful in size, strength, and technology than we are today, and were true weapons of war.

Furthermore, numerous records suggest that the Ork worship some entity from the depths of the Warp, and that their number is also exactly two—

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Meanwhile, in Makula.

The once prosperous world within the human empire's territory has now been reduced to a sea of ​​fire and a wasteland, with all sorts of chaotic forces raging.

Faced with an invasion crisis that was being carried out from within and without, the Chaos Gods made this world, which was of great importance to the human empire, their primary target.

In the once bustling city, Space Marines clad in sickly purple armor indulged themselves, constantly spreading the wonderful pleasure of chaotic power.

The enormous creature, resembling a snake-man and clad in a purple-gold helmet, unleashed a bloody slaughter among the guards. Its long tail scraped against the ground, and the sharp blades on its four arms sliced ​​through the armor and flesh, giving this corrupt being an indescribable pleasure.

This long-awaited massacre and the pervasive despair even made this notorious degenerate momentarily forget the purpose of his journey.

However, all of this came to an abrupt end the moment he inadvertently glimpsed a dazzling light approaching from the depths of the subspace.

"Impossible, this—this—this is Father?"

The degenerate man, who had indulged in debauchery for millennia, was instantly jolted awake from his blissful reverie, feeling utterly terrified and momentarily believing he was still dreaming.

However, a golden figure soon appeared before his eyes, instantly shattering his illusion and leaving him frozen in place, as if he had seen a ghost.

".——."

The interior of the Hera Fortress, located in the Raponis Valley, has now been reduced to burning ruins amidst the flames of war, with the sounds of artillery fire and gunfire still ringing out.

The once solemn Ultramarines Chapter Monastery is now in ruins, with traces of fire everywhere and almost every inch filled with broken corpses.

Space Marines clad in blue power armor battled against Chaos enemies in black armor, bloated and corrupted, fused with their power armor, with countless lives lost every second.

The weapons in the hands of the Ultramarines roared incessantly as they desperately tried to stop the chaotic enemies of the Black Legion and the Plague Legion from invading this fortress that had stood for over ten thousand years.

Blood imbued with the aura of chaos stained this sacred hall, and the power of the warp silently eroded it, bringing waves of malice with it.

Inside the hall, however, it had transformed into a gruesome scene of carnage, with fragments of armor mixed with flesh and blood emitting a foul stench, and deadly germs spreading rapidly through the air.

Having survived countless near-death experiences, Robert Guilliman, the Ultramariner leader, was resurrected and donned the blue Destiny armor. Upon opening his eyes, he witnessed a deadly invasion and charged straight into the enemy ranks without hesitation.

After a brief period of bloodshed and the destruction of many enemies, he encountered his first major foe since his resurrection: his fallen brother from ten thousand years ago, Mortarion, now a bed of corruption and plague.

Guilliman, who has just been resurrected, still has the deadly poison of the Chaos God in his body, making him extremely weak and requiring the Armor of Fate to sustain his life.

Faced with an enemy like his own brother, Guilliman was at a loss and was suppressed for a time, watching helplessly as the Imperial Guards were slaughtered before his eyes.

"You are still as fragile as you were ten thousand years ago, Robert." The bloated giant, clad in armor with a rusty and sickly appearance, spoke, with a constant stream of poisonous gas and plague swirling around him, spreading throughout the space with the fluttering of his tattered moth wings, permeating the air with death.

He wielded his giant scythe, cleaving through the Ultramarines who rushed at him, hoping to prolong the Ultramarines' lives by even a second. Step by step, he approached Guilliman, who was coughing up blood. Pity flickered in his inhuman eyes: "You're always so useless. Ten thousand years ago, you arrived too late, causing your brother's death. Even if you're resurrected today, ten thousand years later, you can only watch your offspring die here."

Mortarian raised his giant scythe, pointing it at his brother's head, and his deep, hoarse voice rang out: "Even you will die here."

As Guilliman struggled to parry his scythe, blood gushing from his mouth as he fought back with a ferocious expression, Mortarian spoke again: "But you have another choice, which is to join the ranks of the Chaos Gods, just like me. Only in this way can we save this universe from our wretched father and the invaders he has summoned."

"Come, my brother, and bring seventy percent of the Imperium's Space Marines with you."

"Never!" Guilliman struggled to his feet, coughing up blood and roaring. Despite facing death immediately after his resurrection, he showed no fear.

He almost trembled as he raised the Emperor's Sword, but in the next second he was blasted away by the spinning scythe, thrown high into the air like a broken box, scattering fragments of his shattered armor.

This scene was clearly displayed before the remaining Imperial warriors, filling them with extreme fear and despair, but they were firmly blocked by the enemy before them.

"Do you really want to die again?"

Mortarian approached again, seemingly having lost patience. "It doesn't matter. As long as you're unconscious, we can still achieve our goal, just like Horus."

Upon hearing the word Horus, Guilliman's blood-stained eyes flashed with sorrow and helplessness, and he instinctively wanted to stand up but was powerless to do so.

His newly donned Armor of Fate was already damaged in the battle, rendering even basic life-sustaining functions ineffective, making it impossible for him to stand up.

This tragic scene and situation filled Guilliman, who had just been resurrected, with despair. He stared at the scythe that was coming down and muttered to himself.

"Father--"

As the scythe fell, Guilliman vaguely saw a golden light rise before him, and a towering figure stood before him, bringing warmth.

It felt to him like his father, the emperor of the human empire, was standing in front of him.

"Clang—"

A clang of metal clashing rang out, and sparks flew almost onto Guilliman's bloodied face, waking him up.

Looking up, he saw a towering figure standing before him, clad in golden armor, his back to him, leaving him with a familiar silhouette.

In his left hand he held a creature that had been folded into seven pieces and was covered in blood, its original form unrecognizable. In his right hand he held a sword engulfed in flames, which he easily blocked with Mortarion's scythe.

The scene that came into view made Guilliman's heart, which had been nearly stopped, pound, his breathing quicken, and his eyes light up like those of a helpless little animal.

"Father?!!"

Right across from Guilliman, Mortalian's expression froze, and he reacted far more violently than Guilliman, almost screaming in terror.

"How could you possibly be here!"

In Mortalian's eyes, the man before him had the same face as his father, the same golden armor and sword, and radiated a dazzling light that made him tremble.

In his perception, this familiar power was so strong that it was almost comparable to the god he served.

This sudden turn of events caused Mortarian to instinctively turn around and try to leave, but he lost consciousness the instant he turned and fell to the ground under the sword.

The entire interior of Hera Fortress fell into a deathly silence. Both the Imperial and Chaos Space Marines held their breath, staring at the imposing figure.

At the same time, a series of imposing golden figures teleported here. They were taller than any Space Marine and wielded spears to cut down enemy after enemy as easily as chopping vegetables.

Everyone recognized who they were: the Imperial Guard, far stronger than the Space Marines, whose sole mission was to serve the Emperor, the ruler of mankind.

Space Marines never shed tears because of any pain or fear, but when they saw him and the Imperial Guard, all the Imperial Space Marines were deeply moved, and tears streamed down their resolute faces.

This feeling is unmistakable; this is absolutely the supreme master of the human empire.

They all knelt down, lowered their heads slightly, and prepared to shout out that great title amidst choked sobs of deep emotion.

As the Ultramarines and Space Marines of the Imperial Fist, filled with emotion and adoration, opened their mouths, a deafening battle cry rang out from the outside world first, catching them completely off guard.

"For the King of Space!!"

".——."

In an instant, all the Space Marines inside Hera Fortress froze again, instinctively turning to look outside. One after another, Space Marines clad in unfamiliar armor were engaged in fierce combat, their battle cries sounding almost heretical.

The moment Guilliman saw them, he instantly shifted his gaze to the almost dismembered remains of the red-robed machine behind him, casting a questioning look at it.

This is--

The new type of Space Marine you developed?

Guilliman didn't speak, but his eyes conveyed the same meaning. However, he received no answer. Belisarius Caul of the Cult of Asclepius was equally puzzled: What were these unfamiliar Space Marines? Who created them?

Just as everyone was wondering, the commander of the Imperial Guard, clad in golden armor, approached the Lord of Mankind and respectfully announced, "Great King of Space, we have annihilated all the Chaos enemies in this fortress."

"King of Space?"

Guilliman was puzzled again. Did this refer to his father? When did he acquire such a title?

Under everyone's gaze, the Human Lord, clad in golden armor, tossed aside the seven-folded unidentified creature in his hand and uttered a divine voice: "Damn Chaos Species! These things are still so disgusting, like something produced by indiscriminate sex. Getting them stuck on is a million times more disgusting than stepping on shit!"

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Inside Hera Keep, all the living Space Marines, including Guilliman, gasped upon hearing the vulgar language, almost feeling suffocated.

Good heavens, this is blasphemous.

How could an emperor say such vulgar things?