Infinite Metaverse

Satellite City Outpost.

This place is far away from the nest. It used to be an important trade distribution center and cargo transfer station. It has walls, guard towers, bunkers, warehouses and warehouses, and is surrounded by open, dry and desolate wasteland plains... But now it has changed.

Become a living hell.

Broken corpses were piled up in every corner. The red and brown blood was like a rich oil painting. It was piled on top of each other in the passages, on the city walls, and in the halls. It was splashed repeatedly and solidified into a thick layer of blood scab. .

Flies and mosquitoes were flying around the corpse, a pungent smell filled the air, and the exposed organs in the body cavity also exuded a unique stench.

Several Space Marines walked among them. They seemed to be accustomed to this smell and these pictures.

These Space Marines did not wear helmets. Their eyes were empty black depressions or bulging crimson orbs. They looked ready to burst into wrath at any time. Their faces were scarred, and many had horns, fangs, or other more terrifying features. The mutation caused their skin to be stained red with blood.

On the wall of the satellite city outpost, stood three Chaos Space Marines, their power armor painted in crimson and brass. The ceramite pickguard is riddled with dents, scorches, and scratches. Their pauldrons all bear the same symbol: a planet bitten between two sharp jaws.

The leading Chaos Space Marine had huge and towering "rabbit-ear"-shaped wings or helmet crowns on both sides of his helmet, which were covered with rivets and spikes. His hands were resting on the crenellations of the city wall, and he looked through the scarlet eyepieces. distance.

In the distance, six Chaos Space Marines fell in the sand, the scorching sun hung high, and the dry and cracked yellow earth was full of circles of ring ruts and tire tracks. The fast weirdos of the Evil Sun Clan. Shouting with excitement, they jumped off modified motorcycles and flashy trucks.

The corpses of several Chaos Space Marines that fell on the ground were stripped naked by them. Not only the weapons and armor, but even a broken servo motor and a cracked piece of ceramite armor, the greenskins were unwilling to let go. .

Soon there were only six naked corpses left on the scene. The greenskins jumped on various vehicles with their harvest, making faces and spitting at the Chaos Space Marines on the wall, fangs spread, and letting out wild roars. A roaring laugh.

"Creak..."

The leader of the warrior gritted his teeth and made dents in the gauntlet holding the battlement. He was fighting against anger and against his Butcher's Nail - a steel nail wrapped around a cable like a braid and passed through the skull and inserted into the brain to amplify the surgery. object's anger.

He must do it.

Because those few Space Marines who did not bear the pain of the Butcher's Nail under the provocation of the Orcs, roared and roared out of the stronghold, and soon turned into six corpses lying on the ground - surrounded by fast monsters They circled around until they were exhausted, and then knocked the Blood God's warriors to the ground.

The entire "Fifteen Tusk" war gang has no fast vehicles that can catch up with the fast monster. There are no motorcycles, gunboats, or fighter planes. There are a few Spartans and Mastodons. These two armored personnel carriers cannot be chased. The speed monsters of the Shangxieri clan.

Leovan Ukris could feel the endless stimulation of this neural implant. The current emitted from the nails was stirring his brain and cortex, matching the frequency of his heartbeat. A bright red light flashed in the corner of the helmet's eyepiece, slightly softening the violent ticking, ticking, ticking of the Butcher's Nail...

That's his skull-counting device.

Remind him that today's KPI has not been completed yet.

"ah!"

He roared angrily, turned around and punched the Space Marine behind him to the ground, shouting loudly:

"That damn wizard, Lorgar's filthy and despicable descendant, hasn't his ritual been completed yet?"

…

The very center of the satellite city.

In a huge and spacious auditorium.

An unknown warrior wielded a two-handed chainsword. The sword was covered in a thick layer of blood stains and shone in the light of the lumen tubes on the ceiling. He was harvesting a group of loyal servants in yellow robes and dismembering them one by one, the blood and entrails of his victims splattered all over the walls.

The auditorium became the Abyss Chapel, and the air inside it was torn apart by the screams of the slaves, but the Space Marine standing in the middle of the auditorium regarded them as nothing.

On his shoulder armor are reliefs of flames and books.

The Space Marine held the rosary in his hands and prayed in a low voice:

“His eyes were fixed on me, and there was no doubt that they were the same eyes that stared sleeplessly and unflinchingly at the vast world of sentient beings... I felt His baleful gaze, burning like a supernova in the invisible heaven, eight-pointed The heat of the star washes over my head... Whenever I want to stop, it is stinging the skin on the top of my head, and his unforgotten name echoes in my mind... Eight, eight, eight... …”

All the "sacrifice" are dead, and the unknown warrior is arranging the 8,888 heads in a specific order and position. As the blood begins to spread, the twisted patterns on the floor seem to be crawling, and their lines With edges and corners that cannot be described by any clear geometric structure, the Space Marine's eyes trembled slightly and his brain was extremely excited. He experienced this feeling with mixed joy and sorrow, and his mortal servants also screamed at this moment.

"Wrath and victory, washed in blood."

An ancient motto engraved on the arch overhead.

This was in the early days, when the Word Bearers carried the banner of Horus and Lorgar was still drafting the great laws of faith in the Five Edicts, which required contemplation of the deeds of Chaos to be combined into rites of transformation. a part of.

The Word Bearer's mind was very calm. He felt the carvings and patterns on the floor ripples in his mind. He recalled what the Primarch had taught him, which was self-hatred and condescension. A lesson.

"Please realize that your soul is just a wisp of mist facing the wind of undifferentiated chaos."

In the memory, the man with great words said this.

That was a very useful lesson.

"Bang!"

The door to the auditorium was rudely pushed open.

Leowin Ukris, the leader of the Chaos warband, could no longer control his anger and desire to kill. His eyes were red and he roared:

"The Word Bearers!"

"The World Eater."

The Space Marine turned around calmly and spoke calmly.

The World Eater warrior gritted his teeth and asked:

"Wizard, damn wizard, you said you would let me get weapons that are enough to kill these green-skinned bastards and the zombie emperor's lackeys. I gave you everything you asked for. Now, where are the weapons?"

"First of all, I am a priest, not a wizard."

The Word Bearers warrior raised a finger:

"The two are completely different."

Before the World Eater was about to explode completely, the Word Bearer gently raised his second finger and said calmly:

"Secondly, regarding the weapons you mentioned..."

"They're already here."

The words just fell.

A dazzling and deep red light suddenly bloomed on the floor, and the curtain of the real world was torn open, and a flickering and blurry horror phantom appeared on the other end.

The World Eaters and the Word Bearers both saw:

The cracked earth extended from the Brass Fortress, and the pale skeletons of countless fallen warriors were piled up layer by layer. It was an ashes and pale desolate land. Farther away, under the scarlet sky, bloody swamps were churning, and fang-like fountains spewed huge streams of sulfur smoke. Boiling rivers of blood spread across the land, ebbing and flowing... reflecting the massacres being committed by mortals in the real world.

That is the domain of the Blood God.

"Moo——"

A rough, bloodthirsty howl sounded.

Eight giant brass bulls, who didn't know whether they were living creatures or machines, jumped out of the flashing and disillusioned scene. Their whole bodies were riveted with brass metal plate armor, and their tendons and ligaments were also made of brass. There were spikes and the sigil of Khorne, each rune crackling like it was burning.

The Steel Bull of Khorne.

A summoning ritual from a Word Bearer priest leads directly to the Forge of Khorne, a vast, smoke-belching spire located in the smoldering volcano at the edge of the Blood God's realm.

"Now."

The Word Bearer whispered:

"Tame them..."

"boom!"

"Ouch..."

"Crack, click, click!"

A Chaos Space Marine who was caught off guard was instantly thrown over his head by a Khorne steel bull, and then fell into its mouth, and was finally eaten alive with his power armor attached.

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