Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

"The Blood God's Great Demon is leading the charge, while the other Chaos Great Demons are waiting for the opportunity."

As for the other bloodthirsty demons whose names could not be told, they were also given data numbers, waiting for more specific data entry.

The apostles of the Blood God cheered and roared for this unprecedented and massive war, and Angron even grabbed the honor of being the first to attack the Lion's Gate.

"Leave them to me, I'll take care of them."

"I will not die before the prophesied moment arrives."

Beside Roxi, Archangel Sanguinius simply left a few words and then disappeared in the violent sonic boom cloud.

He was like an arrow piercing the clouds, rising into the sky at an incredible speed and completing his own acceleration.

"Is Sanguinius planning to defeat the enemy with a small force?"

“Is this too risky?”

Luo Xi couldn't help feeling a little uneasy, but he still believed in this most sacred Primarch.

No further reasons were needed, for he was Sanguinius, and that was enough.

Now I understand the function of illustrations.

Chapter 642: Killing the Crazy Sanguinius (Three in One)

As the most low-key among the Primarchs, although many brothers have always heard of Sanguinius's power, no one knows exactly how strong he is, or whether he is stronger than themselves.

After all, eighty percent of the Primarchs believed themselves to be stronger than the vast majority of their brothers, while the remaining twenty percent believed themselves to be stronger than all of them.

Sanguinius had almost no bad relations with anyone among the Primarchs. Even if they were not close, they were definitely not hostile to each other.

When seeing the perfect face of the Archangel, even someone as hot-tempered as Angron or as stubborn as Perturabo would temporarily calm down and maintain their composure.

“Perhaps in this war, Sanguinius will be able to let everyone know who is the strongest Primarch.” Roche murmured to himself, “Just before the decisive battle with Horus that he mentioned before.”

"Although the direction of fate can be changed in small-scale branches, the general direction is extremely difficult to change. Even if I made so many changes, the Siege of Terra still happened, and the Emperor had to face Horus in the end."

He knew in detail the battle records of all the Primarchs. This low-key Lord of Angels once personally exiled the bloodthirsty demon Kabanha and the Great Keeper of Secrets Keris in the Signus system.

And in the Battle of Betagarmon, when Sanguinius descended from the sky and single-handedly defeated the rebel Emperor-class Titan "Axis of the World", Roche knew in his heart that although they were both Primarchs, the gap in strength between them could be huge.

The dark demon army surged in like a tide, and the extremely pungent and foul smell blended into the storm, tormenting every human sense.

At this moment, in front of everyone's eyes, the number of demons and rebels almost connected the land and the sky together, and even the horizon at the end of the sight disappeared.

The sky grew dim, and violent lightning briefly illuminated everything, only to disappear without a trace a few tenths of a second later.

The blood rain was pouring down, the plague rain summoned by Rain Father Rotigus was pouring on the energy shield of the Lion's Gate city wall. Even without contact, it still gave people a weak feeling of illness and decay.

However, the archangel rushed out without hesitation. He jumped directly down from the thousand-meter-high city wall, allowing gravity to drag him down rapidly.

His long golden hair fluttered in perfect white wings, and the gorgeous golden armor dotted with giant rubies released a radiance like the sun.

He was like a walking sun.

In an instant, the entire battlefield seemed to freeze, and every human heart stopped beating. The only thing left was the holy angel that was rapidly flapping its wings and rising up.

When the end of the world comes, angels will ascend to heaven and shield the world with their wings and swords.

Radon and all the Sons of Sanguinius knelt on the city wall, and Azkaelon also had tears in his eyes. The countdown in his heart was getting closer and closer. That would be the day they would part with the Father of Genes.

"In the name of Holy Blood, we shall be invincible and unstoppable."

"May we be worthy of the blood of Sanguinius."

Under the gaze of billions of humans, Sanguinius' speed increased, leaving a trail of Mach rings behind him. He held the Scarlet Sword in his right hand and the Spear of Bigong in his left hand, and rushed towards the rebels with infinite determination.

"My brothers and sisters." Sanguinius' voice echoed across the sky, and every human could hear the Archangel's words.

"I know you see me as a demigod, brave and fearless, selfless and impartial."

"The part of my body that belongs to the Primarch, the part that is regarded as a demigod, has a strong desire to continue its life. It urges me to leave this battlefield and find a peaceful place."

"But I am still a human being. The human part of me asks me to stay. I must stand with you because we are all human beings, and we are all indomitable human beings."

"Even I do not have the courage of immortality. If death is inevitable in my future, then I choose to die here, before the walls of Lion's Gate, under your gaze, only because my death will bring you anger and courage."

"If someone has to fight, if someone has to die, it has to be me, and I will fight until the very end."

Sanguinius had turned into a stream of light. He fell at an incredible speed and then penetrated a warlord-class Titan walking on the ground.

The furious divine machine was easily harvested like weeds on the roadside, and this was just a random attack from Sanguinius.

Countless humans cheered for this, praising the bravery of the Angel Lord and singing the praises of his great power.

Angron also vibrated the blood wings behind him, holding the eight-meter-long black blade in his hand, and rushed towards his brother driven by endless rage and pain.

However, Kabanha, who had fought the angel many times, suddenly grabbed Angron from behind and used the force to fly towards Sanguinius.

The desire to possess the Archangel did not allow it to give the plan of the first fight to Angron.

It must first fight Sanguinius and kill more Blood Angels in order to win this most precious Primarch for the Blood God.

The Lord of Red Sand was roaring and cursing madly, but before he could say a few more words, Kabanha, who had just flown up with the force of the force, was nailed to the ground by the Spear of Bigong thrown by Sanguinius.

This powerful bloodthirsty demon was nailed to the spot from head to toe in an extremely humiliating posture. The Spear of Bi Gong, which exuded violent psychic power, destroyed its body and evaporated everything.

The tail end of the Spear of Bigong was still trembling, but most of it had already sunk into Kabanha's body.

Kabanha looked at this scene in disbelief. Back in the Signus galaxy, it had fought back and forth with Sanguinius. How come now...

"It is the power of bloodthirst and black rage. Sanguinius harnesses these two primal forces. This is the curse of the Warp, but also the blessing of the Warp."

Luo Xi looked at this scene and said slowly.

Sanguinius fell rapidly, and in an instant he appeared behind Kabanha who was pinned down. He bypassed the dying struggle of the bloodthirsty demon and stabbed him in the back with the Scarlet Sword, ending his miserable life.

The sword light shining with decomposition field and psychic power easily cut off Kabanha's hideous and terrifying head. The face with winding horns and dense scales came closer to the archangel than ever before.

Even though his head was chopped off, Kabanha's tenacious vitality still did not completely kill him.

It was still roaring and babbleing incessantly until it was picked up high by the Great Angel's Spear of Bigong, and then it closed its mouth in shame under the gaze of thousands of demons.

The wanton laughter of the Lord of Brass echoed in the ears of all demons. He didn't care who killed whom. As long as the head fell to the ground, the Blood God would bestow his blessing.

"Get away from me, you lowly coward!"

However, the Angel of Baal paid no attention to Khorne and directly rejected the scarlet power that surged from Kabanha's body.

He used the psychic beam of the Spear of the Dead to destroy the opponent's body, and then faced Angron's black blade head-on. Angras the Unbound swung the brass axe from the side, attacking Sanguinius' neck.

It’s not that Angras was unwilling to attack Sanguinius from behind, but all the great demons knew that the Four Gods were paying close attention to the war here at the moment.

As for the sneak attack from behind, once the Blood God noticed it, Angras couldn't help but feel a trembling from the bottom of his heart.

Sanguinius was acutely aware of the traitors' constraints, so he blocked Angron with the Spear of Bigong, and then turned around and chopped Angron to death with a sword.

Yes, with just one sword, the scarlet troll, whose size was even bigger than Kabanha, was unreasonably split into two halves by Sanguinius. A large amount of blood, flesh and internal organs gushed out from the cracks, dyeing the entire earth red.

"What a monster, my brother." The Wolf King couldn't help but mutter to himself. He asked himself that even if he had the Spear of Dionysus, he would not be able to kill the bloodthirsty demon so violently and brutally.

Leman Russ's bravery can be understood with common sense, but what about Sanguinius? He is almost the embodiment of the word unstoppable.

After dealing with the disturbing minions, Sanguinius finally faced Angron head-on. The two former brothers were about to engage in a brutal fight.

Sanguinius used iron-blooded means to successively kill Kabanha and Angras, which made many bloodthirsty demons hesitate.

It is true that they are brave, but that doesn't mean they are brainless.

They were weighing the strength comparison between themselves and Kabanha in their minds, but were horrified to find that if they rushed forward, they would probably suffer the same fate.

On the brass throne lies the bloodthirsty demon, one of the strongest fighters under the Blood God. Why would he be killed like a chicken by the son of the cursed one?

Why? Why?

You are cheating!

Many of the Blood God's followers remembered Lorgar the Great Bearer who had fought against Angras before. He was also a Primarch, but he paid a heavy price to defeat and exile Angras.

We are both Primarchs, why are you so perverted?

Sanguinius flapped his wings behind him and stood alone between the surging demon army and the Lion's Gate behind him.

In front of him, even the elite demon army of the Blood God could only stop temporarily, and the bloodthirsty demons were also frightened and looked sideways.

Azkaelon and Raldoron cheered for their father at the top of their lungs, not caring if their voices became hoarse. Only Sanguinius possessed such power, and no one, not even the other Primarchs, could match him.

Only Angron had no fear of this, or perhaps, under the enslavement and torture of the Butcher's Nails, he no longer knew what fear was.

Angron was laughing wildly, his laughter was so intense and violent that blood began to seep out of his mouth. The hard scales and sharp teeth on the surface of his skin fell onto the rusty ground.

The Butcher's Nails temporarily reduced the torture on him, so that the Lord of Red Sand could concentrate all his will and better fight with Sanguinius.

Even this abominable psychic creation is continuously releasing special psychic compounds that can enhance Angron's combat effectiveness.

"Fight, Angron..."

"Kill him, kill him, kill him..."

"Let him be my champion, the blood champion..."

Endless whispers tormented Angron's brain like the roar of brass, and his remaining sanity drifted back and forth like leaves in a raging sea of ​​terror, ready to capsize completely at any time.

He surrendered to the infinitely powerful will, followed the guidance of the Blood God, and shouted a resounding battle cry.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull throne!"

Angron began to charge at Sanguinius, his size growing with every step.

The vast amount of blood shed on the battlefield and the fighting spirit of hundreds of millions of dead soldiers all provide strength to the Lord of Red Sand.

By the time he reached Sanguinius, Angron had swelled to a size comparable to that of a warlord-class Titan.

At the rear artillery position of the Lion's Gate, a General Oberon cannon locked onto the target. This horrific weapon, which could destroy a city with a single shot, was the sharpest spearhead, enough to inflict a devastating blow to any object on the ground.

Even an Emperor-class Titan cannot fully withstand the full damage of this supernova cannon. The void shields will collapse instantly and the armor will not even last for a millisecond.

At the same time, some of the pacifiers stationed on the high ground inside the palace began firing at Angron.

These dangerous weapons that can eject violent plasma can also destroy cities, but compared to the General Cannon, the Pacificator's killing range is much larger.

Dazzling white light like a supernova bombarded Angron's body, and continuous blue-purple plasma then hit the surroundings of the demon primarch, creating terrifying shock waves and scorching high temperatures to kill the enemy.

Sanguinius released a psychic shield to block the aftermath. His hair and wings swayed in the violent energy vortex, but his body did not move at all.

The bombing even changed the terrain of the battlefield. The originally flattened plains instantly turned into canyons and deep basins.