Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

The Emperor appeared on the battlefield where Slaanesh and Khorne were fighting. The golden armor on his body was emitting a dazzling light. He raised the weapon in his hand and pointed at Khorne.

"Ha! Do you want two cowards to come together? Come on!"

Khorne did not retreat because of the Emperor's joining, but instead developed more fighting spirit. His whole body suddenly expanded in a circle, and all the two-handed heavy weapons in his eight arms were broken from the middle.

Those axes and hammers immediately turned into one-handed weapons. Khorne used four hands to fight Slaanesh, and four hands to fight the Emperor. This kind of god-level war actually gave him more fighting power, allowing him to face the siege of the two men without falling behind at all.

"This kind of war! I haven't fought in a long time! Kill!"

Khorne became increasingly powerful and enthusiastic during the battle, gradually approaching from a mindless bloody savage butcher to a true gladiator. The words carrying rage gradually became artistic.

Slaanesh's agile and agile figure began to be captured by Khorne. Those sharp axes collided with Slaanesh's buckler. The power-level suppression made it difficult for him to deflect Khorne's power, and he could only hit it hard again and again.

The stabbing sword was agile, piercing holes one after another in Khorne's body. The injuries spurting out hot blood actually made Khorne become more courageous as he fought.

"I am seriously injured and will not retreat! I am in desperate situation and will not be sad! My body is dead and my soul is still alive!"

Khorne's bloodthirsty and furious eyes began to clear up, and the Emperor felt bad when he saw this change. The war side of this murderous maniac began to awaken.

To put it simply, he changed from a reckless man who only knew how to chop people into pieces, to a smart and reckless man who started thinking about how to kill people with a single chop.

War is not stupid, war is particularly smart. During the killing, both sides will use all their wisdom to destroy the enemy.

Khorne cannot be allowed to wake up at this time! not the right time yet!

I can only use the power that makes me hate...

"Slaanesh! Hold him back!"

"Shut up! I don't need you to help me!"

Slaanesh did not accept the Emperor's kindness. He also believed that he could equal Khorne and, with his anger and the advantage of fighting at home, he could defeat Khorne.

But the Emperor knew that the current Khorne was no longer something that Slaanesh could deal with. Slaanesh's power sources were too complex. Although there were more sources of power than Khorne, but without Khorne's pure single-mindedness, Slaanesh's defeat was doomed. .

You see, the Emperor had just withdrawn from the battle circle for a short time when one of Slaanesh's arms was chopped off by Khorne. Although he could continue to be reborn with the power of the warp, this was still not a good sign.

The Emperor closed his eyes tightly and began to muster the power of faith that he least wanted to use.

And as the Emperor's mind moved, all the Emperor's statues throughout the human empire began to emit a faint divine light.

Where the Space Marine Chapter is stationed, the Chaplain is repeating the Emperor's holy words over and over again in the prayer room, repeating the prayer of loyalty thousands of times. The golden light shone, and the warriors recited the Emperor's wishes more devoutly.

What is responsibility? Serve the Emperor's will!

What is the Emperor's will? Let me fight and die!

What is death? It's our duty!

Faith is our shield!

Hatred is our weapon!

We need to know that we have nothing to fear!

We are the angels of death!

At the monastery, the nun saw the light on the emperor's icon, and immediately summoned all the nuns and believers, kneeling devoutly in front of the icon, praising the emperor's name excitedly. Even if his throat is hoarse and he coughs up blood, he will not give up at all!

In which religious world is a grand mass held, with countless poor believers prostrating themselves before the shining golden statue. They pray to the emperor for peace, pray for hope, praise the emperor's great deeds, and praise the emperor's holiness.

On an unknown battlefield, the legions of both sides competed for a square. They saw the light of the statue in the dim smoke. The zealots loyal to the Emperor loudly announced the death of the heresy. They left the trenches, angrily denounced the blasphemy of the heresy, praised the holy name of the Emperor, and marched forward without fear of life or death!

In the hopeless and dark mines, countless slave workers who worked to death saw the light of the only emperor statue carved from pure white marble in the center of the dilapidated shack area. He wanted to touch it out of curiosity, but was suppressed by the feeling of inferiority and blasphemy emerging from his dirty hands.

They didn't know what to say, so they knelt down numbly in front of the statue, bent down deeply, and pressed their foreheads tightly to the ground.

The Emperor received the power of these pious and ignorant fanaticisms, and felt that his thoughts became cold again, and his face was as sacred and heavy as a solemn religious painting.

Oh...how great I am...

The God-Emperor looked at Khorne with contempt, and the sacred golden light shone, stinging Slaanesh's body, causing him to take a few steps back to avoid the emperor's light.

How ruthless and arrogant, how indifferent and sacred...it's really indescribable...

This was the first time that Slaanesh felt great fear of the Emperor. He didn't even want to hug that golden figure... That little guy was the best...

Khorne was facing a formidable enemy, with all weapons aimed at the God-Emperor. He did not take the lead, but chose to observe the God-Emperor's movements.

The waves of blood in the sky collided with the golden light of the God Emperor, and were annihilated in the waves of subspace. Countless believers were dedicating the power of faith to their gods.

Khorne's weapons merged into one, becoming a shadow of the first weapon to appear in human history, a blood-stained spear of Schoningen.

This spear was held in Khorne's hand and thrust towards the God-Emperor, and the God-Emperor had no intention of evading. These weapons were the rules, and if they were thrust out, they would hit.

The God-Emperor's sword and the Schoningen spear intertwined and stabbed at their enemy.

The long sword pierced Khorne's chest, and the holy flames burst out from under his armor. Khorne finally let out the first sound of pain since his injury.

"what!"

Khorne disappeared, but the condition of the God-Emperor was not good either. His chest was also stabbed by the Schoeningen Spear. He was dripping with golden blood and bent down slightly. The holy flames and cold energy on his body The field also began to slowly dissipate.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and pointed his sword at Slaanesh, who was standing aside in a daze, "Jaghatai and that Eldar, hand them over."

Slaanesh curled his lips with disdain. Seeing the Emperor's seriously injured appearance, he also made a small calculation.

Then the thoughts in his heart were shattered by the Emperor's glance. Slaanesh knew that once he rejected the Emperor, the madman in front of him would turn into the cold God-Emperor and teach him a lesson.

He doesn't want to be dealt with by that horrible thing...

The Emperor in Eternal Echoes, do you see how huge this big guy is? It feels bigger than the Knight Titan.