Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 112 02.0111: ‘The Wrath of Sanguinius (Part 2)’

Horatio lowered his head and stood in the dark vision. White feathers slowly fell from the inky black sky.

His face was gloomy, and he raised his head to catch a small piece of it.

Even with that small piece, he could feel a strong force surging.

This feather seemed to reveal that he could only borrow a small part of his psychic attunement now.

But even this small part of power was quite powerful.

The brutal swords and axes were getting closer and closer, and the Khorne warriors roared at him.

He seemed to see the evil Ascended Demon Angron swinging his axe towards him.

The chainsaw sword was instantly raised from Horatio's hand in front of him.

Buzz! ! ——

The swords of both sides collided with each other and burst into dazzling sparks.

There was incomparable hatred between people and weapons.

After a few rounds of fighting, the Khorne warrior could no longer distinguish whether the person he was fighting was a Space Marine or a mortal he saw with his own eyes.

The mortal's movements were more agile and swift than before, and he even felt overwhelmed at one point, and his huge strength could actually beat back a berserker who served Khorne.

What was even more terrifying was that he had been in the Eye of Terror for a long time, and he could clearly feel a unique and terrifying psychic power emanating from the mortal in front of him.

This psychic power was obviously not the power of Khorne, but he could feel a terrifying killing intent and strong hatred and anger.

Just as he was surprised and distracted, the Immaculate Angel's Whip broke through the cross defense of the two axes at a speed beyond his imagination, and whipped directly towards his shoulder, with a speed as fast as the crimson archangel swinging a whip of punishment at him.

The sharp sword teeth rotated at a high speed, and the scarlet ceramic steel shell made a harsh wail.

The saw teeth emitting a faint golden light gnawed the huge and solid shoulder armor of the Space Marine, followed by a rough roar of tearing flesh and blood flying everywhere.

In just a blink of an eye, his forearm, which was holding the chain saw axe tightly, fell to the ground.

[How is it possible! I was cut off one hand by a mere mortal! ! ? ? ] He looked at the broken end with blood splattering, and was surprised in disbelief.

This spiritual power greatly enhanced Horatio's senses and reactions. The most important thing is that this power combined with the omen fragment revealed the opponent's next two moves to him, which helped him make up for the weaknesses of his mortal body and force feedback power armor.

The Khorne warrior quickly retreated to keep a distance.

Horatio walked towards him with an extremely oppressive temperament, and swung the Holy Blood Chain Saw Sword downward with force, scattering flesh and blood on the ground, and then re-positioned.

He gradually accelerated, from a trot to a sprint, and jumped up to chop at the head of the Khorne warrior.

The Berserker fought back with all his strength, blocking the blade with the only remaining chain saw axe.

Horatio suddenly pressed his hand down, and a powerful force pressed down on the Khorne Space Marine like a ten-ton stone.

The legs of this strong man blessed by the evil god of the warp trembled, and the arm holding the Holy Blood Chain Saw Sword changed from a slight tremor at the beginning to a violent tremor.

Empty! ——

One of his legs knelt on the ground, and soon the second leg broke down.

"A mere mortal! Just a lamb destined to be slaughtered by us!" He roared.

He roared and roared, and the psychic readings around him began to rise sharply, and his eyes emitted a terrifying red light.

No matter what he wanted to do, Horatio would stop his evil plan.

This time, he would not let this guy hurt anyone he wanted to protect.

‘+Highest Power+’

A long crack suddenly appeared on the chainsaw axe.

The Khorne warrior looked in horror at the bloodthirsty battle axe that had followed him in battles and chopped off countless heads, which was breaking into pieces bit by bit.

A violent shattering sound broke out, and the chainsaw axe exploded into countless pieces. Some of the teeth directly pierced the helmet eyepiece of the Khorne warrior and pierced his scarlet eyeballs.

“Ah!!!” He screamed miserably.

Countless mortals had screamed in fear of being killed under his iron boots, but he never thought that one day he would be turned against by a mere ant-like mortal.

The Holy Blood Chainsaw Sword pressed down, and the high-speed rotating sword teeth split his bull-horned helmet, and flesh and blood burst out from the back of his head.

Amid screams and wails, Horatio ruthlessly stretched his iron hand to the ‘butcher’s nail’ on the forehead of the ‘Ascended Demon Angron’ in front of him.

In full view of the crowd, Horatio suddenly rose up and tore the skull of the Khorne warrior with his bare hands. The fragments and blood in the sky soaked his armor.

Whether it was Arbiter Javert, Sergeant Valina, Louise, or the Blood Angel veterans who saw this scene, they all felt incredible surprise.

"How could he do that..." The injured Arbiter covered his wound and looked at Horatio. The last time he saw him tearing up a secondary Chaos Egg with his hands, he knew that this kid was extraordinary, but tearing the skull of a Khorne Chaos Space Marine was too exaggerated.

"I'm afraid I can't beat this kid now." Sergeant Valina supported Louise and laughed at herself.

"Horatio..." Louise frowned and looked at Horatio, who was covered in blood, with worry.

She was afraid that he would be infected by corruption, but the faint golden light that appeared around Horatio seemed to reassure her.

Only the veterans of the Blood Angels who participated in the battle found that they seemed to have a strange illusion in front of their eyes - they saw that above the young man's head, there was an angel in golden armor doing the same action.

The angel wearing a mask was too much like their genetic father, and many Blood Angels were excited, shouting "For Sanguinius!" and launched a fierce attack on the enemy.

The body of the Khorne Space Marine staggered and fell down, and Horatio crushed the skull fragments in his hand into powder and scattered them on the ground.

He turned and looked at the enemies who were surging like a tide. The Blood Angels and the subsequent support of the Imperial troops and the Sisters of Battle were fighting fiercely with the demons and Khorne Space Marines. Thousands of people gathered in the huge church to fight.

Each huge church column could cause hundreds of people to fight with demons.

In his eyes, it seemed as if he was at the Eternal Gate of the Siege of Terra.

Everything was too similar, and countless enemies were about to be destroyed.

Horatio silently swung his sword at all the enemies in front of him, and he was not afraid of them, whether they were vampires or space marines.

Sanguinius's anger overwhelmed all other emotions.

Only the surging and determined will to fight remained.

He rushed to the front, where the Romain Rolland brothers were charging in anger, and it was also the most dangerous place on the battlefield.

The monk, who was deeply trapped in the rage of darkness, had already chopped three Khorne Space Marines to pieces.

Even though his armor had been tattered and his helmet was broken under the siege, the warrior who witnessed the death of the Primarch still vented the most terrible desperate anger tenfold.

He caught a glimpse of Horatio fighting beside him in his furious eyes.

But in his eyes, it was just a vague and strange golden light, not Horus, the murderer of his father.

"Uh ah!!!" The Khorne warrior injured by Romain Rolland screamed.

The monk used his sharp teeth to tear off the traitor's ears and tore off the flesh on his face.

His fangs pierced the bones of the Khorne warrior, and with a muffled sound, red and white brain matter gushed out.

The next second, the monk's hand tore off the traitor's entire face, pinched it into a wrinkled ball, and then stuffed his fist into the howling mouth of the Khorne warrior.

He vented his violence and roared, no matter what kind of pain his gene father had suffered, he vowed to return it to the "Horus" in front of him.

The veterans around him saw the strangeness of Brother Romain Rolland. They knew very well that this was a complete outbreak of blood thirst accompanied by black anger.

But soon, as the intensity of the battle continued to rise.

Under the dual blessing of Khorne and the power of the angels, these second company holy blood veterans broke out the strongest blood thirst one after another.

The fighting in the church was like a melee between the gods. The destruction that mortals could not do was turning the solemn front hall of the entire church into a battlefield on the front line.

A bold Thunderhawk gunboat even risked being destroyed, and flew in from the wide gate, pouring fire rain on the vampires below.

From the radical and adventurous violent bombardment, it can be seen that even the Space Marine pilots were caught in the bloodthirst rage.

"Mortals stand to the end, don't get close!" A Blood Angel sergeant in golden shoulder armor issued a final roar warning in front of the bloodthirst.

The Blood Angels turned into demons, their movements were no longer elegant, and their bodies were covered with their weapons. They killed demons and Khorne Chaos Space Marines without regard for the consequences, and even caused casualties to mortals on the front line.

But they are undoubtedly efficient slaughtering machines.

The vampires who have recovered their strength seem so weak in front of a dozen Blood Angels who embrace genetic defects.

A red wall, accompanied by bursts of explosions, continued to push towards the red tide until it reached the door of the church.

Some of the extremely thirsty battle brothers simply grabbed the corpses of mortals on the ground and drank to their heart's content, allowing their genetically modified bodies to burst out with even more powerful combat power.

"Guard the portal! The master will not allow us to fail. Cut off their heads and offer them to Him to decorate His throne!" The Khorne warrior picked up the chain saw axe and pointed it at the approaching red wall of the Blood Angel and roared.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skull to the skull throne!"

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