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Saint Gilles finally understood why the other man had laughed so maniacally before his death, constantly proclaiming that the Void Age had arrived! It turned out that this bastard had raided their base!

As the battle raged on, day after day, more than half of the five million Holy Blood Angels were killed or wounded, and more and more Holy Blood Angels began to succumb to the thirst for blood and the fury of darkness.

The battlefield of Kunlun Mountain has been transformed into a meat grinder. The swarm of void insects, as dense and constantly writhing as black asphalt, pours out continuously from the hideous rift in the sky.

The air was filled with an indescribable, nauseating stench of emptiness.

The Holy Blood Angels, like golden reefs, repeatedly shattered the surging black waves.

However, the intense battles that have lasted for several days, the endless stream of enemies, and the constant drain on their psionic energy are pushing these Holy Blood Angels to the limits of both their physical and mental well-being.

A curse originating from the depths of their genes has begun to spread and erupt out of control in this desperate situation!

They are uncontrollably witnessing a tragedy they have never experienced firsthand, yet which is etched into their very being.

In their desperate situation, the Holy Blood Angels, besides experiencing intense anger and bloodlust, witnessed the Primarch's death.

They saw their Primarch being attacked by a giant as tall as the Primarch, clad in black power armor. Although they had never seen each other before, they recognized each other's names at first glance.

As Horus's claws gripped his Father of Genesis and lifted him from the ground, Saint Gilles hung there, screaming from every broken bone and crack in his body, blood being squeezed out of his flesh.

Saint Gilles suddenly swung his left hand, desperately and unwillingly gouging Horus's eyes with his fingers. With a roar, Saint Gilles was thrown to the ground.

Saint Gilles, kneeling on the ground, trembling, weakly trying to get up again and again.

Horus, wielding the Worldbreaker, approached Sanguiles, and with a blunt blow, shattered Sanguiles' left shoulder, ribs, and left femur.

Saint Gilles collapsed to the ground, trying not to scream in pain, but he failed.

Horus began to beat Saint Gilles repeatedly, striking him with no skill whatsoever, as if dealing with a disobedient dog, without any patience whatsoever.

The Worldbreaker shattered Saint Gilles' armor and flesh, broke his collarbones on both sides, shattered one of his lungs, and the sixth hammer blow twisted Saint Gilles' head violently, crushing his jaw.

The force transmitted caused the skin on the left side of his face to be peeled off and loosened by this immense force, trembling slightly before hanging back on his face like a loose mask.

Horus's claws clamped down on Saint Gilles once more, and he lifted the shattered and broken angel into the air.

Immediately following was an explosion of golden light, and Saint Gilles was thrown heavily onto the steps.

Saint Gilles's crimson blood spurted out like a fountain, his angelic wings snapped, and he struggled, ultimately drowning in his own gushing blood.

The image of Saint Gilles' tragic death kept replaying in the Blood Angel's mind.

Some of the Terran Blood Angels roared, their eyes bloodshot and wide with rage, their entire being engulfed in extreme grief and indignation, like ignited explosives that, catalyzed by the desperate reality, exploded with a deafening roar!

As the void creatures began chanting Horus's name, their combat power surged, and their bodies were uncontrollably enveloped in psionic flames and lightning.

The Holy Blood Angel teetered on the brink of madness, roaring incessantly at the Void swarm before him with a mixture of endless grief and fury, even drowning out the screams of the Void creatures.

"Horus, you deserve to die!"

"Horus, what have you done?!"

"Horus! That damned traitor!"

"You will die by the sword of an angel! You damned traitor!"

These holy blood angels, consumed by dark rage, transformed into Saint Gilles and fought Horus as Horus battled before them.

The Holy Blood Angels, consumed by their dark rage, believed that killing Horus before them would ensure the survival of their Father of Genes.

As his offspring slaughtered Void creatures while calling out Horus's name, a stream of hot, bloody tears rolled down Saint Gilles's cheek.

Saint Gilles' Black Wrath had been greatly amplified. He didn't know if this was due to the battle with these void creatures or the enhancement caused by the Weeping Ones' genetic seeds.

Even with Saint Gilles here, the Blood Angels, consumed by their dark rage, are still unable to regain their senses even for a moment.

Even as Saint Gilles called upon and soothed the Blood Angels within the psionic network, he could not free them from the curse of Black Wrath.

At this moment, more and more news came through the channel that the Holy Blood Angels Chapter had arrived in Terra.

Saint Gilles issued an order to all the Holy Blood Angels chapters to rush to the aid of Terra.

Hundreds of warbands rushed to Terra from space, and countless drop pods were launched from orbit, instantly filling the skies above Terra with Thunderhawk gunships and drop pods.

The newly arrived Blood Angels infused the Blood Angels present with new power, and at the same time, the shared psionic energy within the psionic network increased.

As Saint Gilles fought, his mood grew increasingly somber. The rift that tore through the sky continued to expand slowly and irresistibly, as if mocking him, leading to a bottomless abyss filled with void creatures.

If things continue like this, even if we still have tens of thousands of battle groups, we won't be able to withstand the endless swarms of Voidlings.

These Void Worms are getting stronger and stronger. What used to be able to wipe out a large number of Void creatures with a single shot can now only kill a few.

These void worms are gradually becoming more resistant to psionic energy.

"Karl! You deserve to die!" Thinking of this, Saint Gilles cursed Karl, the god of death who had already been annihilated, once again in his heart.

Given the current situation, Saint Gilles truly has no idea how the Void Endgame, which hadn't even appeared before his transmigration, managed to defeat the Void opened by Death God Karl!

This desperate war of attrition forced Saint Gilles to confront a harsh reality.

"Could it be that I'll also have to block the internet and sit on the toilet? Like Old Man Huang, sitting alone on the throne for ten thousand years and ten thousand years?"

As he watched the void rift widen, Saint Gilles had this thought: it seemed that his only option now was to use his psionic energy to plug the gap.

This thought sent a chill down his spine, but his gaze fell upon the countless offspring of Horus, consumed by black rage, irrational and enraged, shouting in fury.

When I was reading the original text of The Death of an Angel, I almost saw Black Rage!

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Damn Horus! You truly deserve to die!

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