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

The Ghoul Star Region is simply too far away, and the weak light of the Star Torch also greatly limits the extension of the God-Emperor's power.

But fortunately, the arrival of Khorne shattered the barrier constructed by Tzeentch, and the God-Emperor could also shuttle through the broken crystal and cast his will on the believers.

Since Perturabo had resisted a bit last time, the God-Emperor didn't bother to possess these children and just told Seles to open his heart and prepare for his arrival.

Seles readily agreed, and the next time she opened her eyes, divine light bloomed.

"Praise the Emperor!" The fanatical believers no longer knew what to say. Even the Space Marines who had witnessed the God-Emperor's manifestation could not contain their excitement.

Seles spread her wings and flew slowly, landing at the forefront of the battle line. As the light on her body shone, the fortress of Khorne was slowly dissolving and evaporating.

"You...you are..." Dorn stammered, looking at Seles' figure with only disbelief in his eyes.

Seles did not look back, but responded lightly. Although it was still Seles's soft and beautiful female voice, the moment these words appeared, Dorn felt a sense of familiarity that he had only experienced ten thousand years ago.

The familiarity with his father was softening his body that was stiff due to depression, but seeing his majestic and powerful father possessing a little girl with wings like a demon still made Dorn's heart shrouded in confusion.

"This... this can't be..." Dorn staggered a little, and he took a step back. This was absolutely impossible for the master who stood firm, even if Perturabo used a power hammer to hit him. When he received a blow to the chest, Dorn would force his body to stay as solid as a mountain.

"So times have changed in Dorne." Perturabo said, with envy of Seles in his tone, "Everything the Emperor once opposed has returned to the Empire, and it has become the only way for the Empire to survive today. .”

"This..." Dorn's eyes were distracted and he shook his head.

On this day...probably this day...at least Perturabo's atomic clock lost its effectiveness here.

Anyway, in this short period of time, Perturabo has seen pleasant scenes that he has not been able to see in the past ten thousand years.

Donne was shocked, Donne was angry, Donne was panicked, Donne was at a loss.

When looking at Dorn's pale face that could be compared to Curze, Perturabo couldn't feel much happiness, only sadness rising.

In front of him was Kahn, who was possessed by Khorne, and he was glaring at Seles, who was possessed by the God-Emperor. The clash of gold and iron in praise of Khorne's name, the clash of fanatical worship in praise of the Emperor's name.

Although he and Jaghatai prayed to the Emperor before, he considered himself not a believer, but just implementing his pragmatic creed.

"Times have changed... We need to be more pragmatic..." Perturabo murmured, which was a comfort to himself and to Dorne.

Touching the delicate book made of human skin with trembling hands, Dorn replied seriously to Perturabo, "I will find time to read this book..."

The whispers between the Primarchs did not affect the battle between the two bearers of the power of the gods. The buzzing chainsaw ax and the flaming sword collided with each other making a loud noise.

The warriors tried to aid their great God-Emperor, only to find that their battle was swift and deadly.

The Space Marine veteran who thought he was a good shooter could only hold the gun in his hand weakly and watched the shadows of one red and one gold entangled in the sky.

The battle between the two gods in reality became very brutal and brutal. Both sides were unwilling to be more patient with their opponents and just wanted to expel each other as quickly as possible.

Every time the logo of Kahn's helmet fell on the Roca who sneaked up on Drazal, the silent Seles would block his sight and sting Kahn's eyes with the golden light of his eyes.

A heavy blow hit Seles' head. Due to the excitement of the battle, hot blood was flowing out of his armor.

Seles, who was covered in golden light, was contaminated by the blood. The flawless white feathers were stained with blood, and the tips of the feathers also oozed a little red.

Kahn relied on the chain on his arm to wrap around Seles' long blade. Although he couldn't swing his chain axe, his other hand, which was good at using the plasma pistol, could also become a deadly weapon.

Shooting with a gun? Shoot a hot blob of plasma into Seles' face? Kahn gave up this idea and instead focused on the pair of wings behind Seles.

The hand penetrated Seles' body like a chisel, broke through from the other end, and held the base of Seles' wings in his hand and crushed it.

Seles remained calm, as if she was not the one who was injured. She allowed Kahn to penetrate her body, and then she could move her other wing to spread out. The wings were sharp and hot under the protection of faith, facing Kahn's body. One side of the body was shaved off.

The wings, like burning rasps, first scraped off Kahn's armor, and then scraped off a layer of his flesh and bones.

The blood spurted out was only the blood god's excited roar. He retracted his fist and tried to pull the disassembled wings out along the wound on Seles's chest.

But before he could do that, the wings chopped off again, cleanly decapitating Kahn and cutting off his arm that desecrated Seles' wound.

The headless corpse fell from the sky, and the amount of blood spurted out could no longer be measured by biological science.

In the end, Karn fell into the shrine of Khorne and sank into the pool of blood. But the God-Emperor in Seles' body knew that this was definitely not the end. He would not retreat so easily until Khorne was happy.

Falling gently to the ground, Seles's appearance made others feel heart-wrenching pain. Those fanatics who believed in the God Emperor wished they could bear these injuries themselves.

The blood hole in his chest is slowly being repaired by golden light, and new wings are growing out of the broken wings on his back.

Looking back and silently glancing at the Primarchs, Seles walked towards Dorn and Fulgrim.

Fulgrim knelt down guiltily and lowered his head, not daring to see the light in Seles's eyes. Dorn stood dumbly, opening his mouth several times but unable to speak, so he had to squeeze the Book of Holy Words in his hand.

"Welcome back."

The four faint words made Fulgen collapse on the spot. He burst into tears and cried out the regret in his heart.

Donne watched Seles move his lips, "Mother..."

There was no hesitation in his tone, as if Donne had stated an accepted fact that was not worth mentioning.

Seles was stunned. She looked at Dawn's face in silence for a second.

Lorgar engaged in religion during the Great Crusade, leaving behind a stable and prosperous world, and his construction capabilities were as good as Guilliman's.