Emperor's Daughter of the Red Sands
Chapter 46 Chaos Expedition
Chapter 46 Chaos Expedition ([-])
In the Warp, the rate and direction of time is unknown, its very nature as chaotic as the enemies the Imperium of Man now contends against.Maybe a moment is a day, maybe a few years is a moment, the mighty power of entropy is greatly weakened in this field, and no one knows whether the adult warrior at the last moment will become an old man after being scratched by the devil's blade. corpse, or become a child drowned in a pool of blood.
Entropy, the great law that has existed since the birth of the universe, its embodiment in the domain of Khorne, is that any life will be taken away under the gaze of the blood god.
Whether it's a Khorne daemon decapitated by a Space Marine's heavy chainaxe, or a mortal auxilia tainted by a cursed flame that will burn to ashes with a scream.
Every existence is insignificant under this cruel meat grinder that spans thousands of miles, and even the Titan God Machine walking on the scorched earth often falls under the salvo of various blasphemous demon artillery.
The miserable howls of vampires and humans when they were dying were completely covered up in the roar of the macro cannon that resounded through the sky. Pushing forward slowly, the innumerable and huge corpses of the skull cannon and the poisonous blade even formed natural bunkers in the trenches on both sides.
The Khorne demon army all over the sky is still eroding the Sons of the Mountain's front like a frenzy, from the 8th day, to the 8th week, and the 8th month, no matter when, no matter how long...they are still the same.
Their anger will never dissipate under the bloodthirsty will of the blood god, and their madness is multiplied by the dying screams of human beings—they are enjoying this unprecedented crazy war, even though their death is getting worse and worse in front of human beings. The huge artillery array is getting smaller and smaller, but no one cares, they just want more blood.
Gunpowder smoke, trenches, cannons all over the sky and corpses all over the place, the bloody front that is constantly advancing towards the brass fortress at the cost of their lives, the entire Khorne domain is burned by the offensive from the human empire like a fuze of explosives, endless waves of flesh and blood A symbol of the blood god's thirst for blood, even the craziest wars in the entire galaxy cannot be compared with it.
It stands to reason that any army in the real universe would be defeated under the madness of the Khorne Demon Army, which feeds on war.
Because even the Astartes, who are demigods, are constantly decreasing at a rate of 8 deaths every 8 days. Veterans of Terra——These elite warriors are under the command of the Primarch to go to the cruel battlefields that can destroy the sanity. Perturabo through each other's views.
He knew very well that this carefully calculating younger sister's need for war damage was almost engraved in his bone marrow.
However, countless lives are dissipated every day in the comforting growls of the throne of the skull, and the corpses reclaimed from mountains and seas are even more than the mountains of shell casings piled up.
As the shadow of the Resolute draws closer to the brass fortress, the Lord of Skull's grin grows wider.
His great scar that stretches across the past and the future is aching.
He longed so much for that moment to happen.
He looked forward to the shedding of that drop of blood.
The craziest resistance and war in the entire galaxy was reflected in his pupils, but it still couldn't match the flames burning in the golden pupils of that treasure.
How touching, how mournful, how insane.
Even if recruits from the real universe and reshaped demons are thrown into the battlefield every day, their madness of continuously squeezing blood like a meat grinder is incomparable.
……
From a mortal perspective, no one knows where this war will end, just as no one knows where it started.
However, no one questions it.
For there was a voice that united their will and thought, bringing to all the warriors of the Empire the great will of the Lord of Men.
This is a great expedition that is unknown and extremely important.
It represents whether the expedition fleet that used to be Blood 13 has a chance to move towards tomorrow, and it also represents whether the Sons of the Mountain can really break free from the doom of the World Eaters.
Mortal Auxilia, Emberwolves, Sons of the Mountains.
The wills in their souls are linked in the gentle and firm voice of the original gene, regardless of each other.
She whispered the truth about everything to everyone.
Something about the truth about the future, something about the loss of the Empire of Man, something about the distant and dark future, something about…
Her (Angron's) fallen future.
In Elaine's stagnant sea of mind at that time, she personally accepted everyone's soul, shared the pain of each of them, and knew everyone's past.
She knew that the outcome of this war might be that everyone's blood would be shed.
Even so, the Primarch, who once walked out of the pain under the mercy of the Lord of Humanity, resolutely walked towards a future full of suffering.
The moment she sailed into the warp, Elaine got his promise, although she didn't know where the promise came from.
——Any pious souls lost in this war will not fall into the clutches of Chaos, and they will all be taken to the distant throne by the mercy bestowed by the cold golden light.
——Until it turns into an army burning with vengeance.
In this regard, the cursed knowledge in the Primarch's brain naturally knows.
[Cursed Legion].
The inevitable past reveals the inevitable future.
Therefore, Elaine entrusted her trust to that distant golden light.
And everyone got the truth the moment the fleet sailed into the Khorne God's Domain.
Everyone knows where this hopeless war is headed, and everyone knows the tragic future of the Imperium of Man, cursed by Chaos.
This will be a war that will not be remembered by anyone, and will even be forgotten by themselves. Everyone's fate will be pinned on this war that is enough to make anyone desperate.
However, none of them were afraid.
Whether it is a small mortal auxiliary or an Astartes who is a demigod.
Because their loyalty was already sworn when they joined this grand expedition, and they will die to contribute to the glorious future of the human race.
They chose to be loyal, to be loyal again, to offer bloody loyalty to the Emperor for themselves who have experienced a tragic fate in that gloomy future.
In this uncharted territory far from the sacred Terra, the entire expeditionary force is linked with the will of humanity.
One after another, huge artillery arrays were erected under the will of the Primarch, and the land engraved with Khorne's brass patterns was also being purified under the feet of the Aquila.
The vast hill of corpses that stretches as far as the eye can see in the God of Khorne has been turned into more dilapidated scorched earth by artillery fire and war, and the hymn of blood is played under the roar of bombs and chainsaws.
——Holy.
She/he murmured softly.
……
Second more!
Thanks to JOKERRISING for the 5000 point reward~
Loyal!Sincerely!
(End of this chapter)
In the Warp, the rate and direction of time is unknown, its very nature as chaotic as the enemies the Imperium of Man now contends against.Maybe a moment is a day, maybe a few years is a moment, the mighty power of entropy is greatly weakened in this field, and no one knows whether the adult warrior at the last moment will become an old man after being scratched by the devil's blade. corpse, or become a child drowned in a pool of blood.
Entropy, the great law that has existed since the birth of the universe, its embodiment in the domain of Khorne, is that any life will be taken away under the gaze of the blood god.
Whether it's a Khorne daemon decapitated by a Space Marine's heavy chainaxe, or a mortal auxilia tainted by a cursed flame that will burn to ashes with a scream.
Every existence is insignificant under this cruel meat grinder that spans thousands of miles, and even the Titan God Machine walking on the scorched earth often falls under the salvo of various blasphemous demon artillery.
The miserable howls of vampires and humans when they were dying were completely covered up in the roar of the macro cannon that resounded through the sky. Pushing forward slowly, the innumerable and huge corpses of the skull cannon and the poisonous blade even formed natural bunkers in the trenches on both sides.
The Khorne demon army all over the sky is still eroding the Sons of the Mountain's front like a frenzy, from the 8th day, to the 8th week, and the 8th month, no matter when, no matter how long...they are still the same.
Their anger will never dissipate under the bloodthirsty will of the blood god, and their madness is multiplied by the dying screams of human beings—they are enjoying this unprecedented crazy war, even though their death is getting worse and worse in front of human beings. The huge artillery array is getting smaller and smaller, but no one cares, they just want more blood.
Gunpowder smoke, trenches, cannons all over the sky and corpses all over the place, the bloody front that is constantly advancing towards the brass fortress at the cost of their lives, the entire Khorne domain is burned by the offensive from the human empire like a fuze of explosives, endless waves of flesh and blood A symbol of the blood god's thirst for blood, even the craziest wars in the entire galaxy cannot be compared with it.
It stands to reason that any army in the real universe would be defeated under the madness of the Khorne Demon Army, which feeds on war.
Because even the Astartes, who are demigods, are constantly decreasing at a rate of 8 deaths every 8 days. Veterans of Terra——These elite warriors are under the command of the Primarch to go to the cruel battlefields that can destroy the sanity. Perturabo through each other's views.
He knew very well that this carefully calculating younger sister's need for war damage was almost engraved in his bone marrow.
However, countless lives are dissipated every day in the comforting growls of the throne of the skull, and the corpses reclaimed from mountains and seas are even more than the mountains of shell casings piled up.
As the shadow of the Resolute draws closer to the brass fortress, the Lord of Skull's grin grows wider.
His great scar that stretches across the past and the future is aching.
He longed so much for that moment to happen.
He looked forward to the shedding of that drop of blood.
The craziest resistance and war in the entire galaxy was reflected in his pupils, but it still couldn't match the flames burning in the golden pupils of that treasure.
How touching, how mournful, how insane.
Even if recruits from the real universe and reshaped demons are thrown into the battlefield every day, their madness of continuously squeezing blood like a meat grinder is incomparable.
……
From a mortal perspective, no one knows where this war will end, just as no one knows where it started.
However, no one questions it.
For there was a voice that united their will and thought, bringing to all the warriors of the Empire the great will of the Lord of Men.
This is a great expedition that is unknown and extremely important.
It represents whether the expedition fleet that used to be Blood 13 has a chance to move towards tomorrow, and it also represents whether the Sons of the Mountain can really break free from the doom of the World Eaters.
Mortal Auxilia, Emberwolves, Sons of the Mountains.
The wills in their souls are linked in the gentle and firm voice of the original gene, regardless of each other.
She whispered the truth about everything to everyone.
Something about the truth about the future, something about the loss of the Empire of Man, something about the distant and dark future, something about…
Her (Angron's) fallen future.
In Elaine's stagnant sea of mind at that time, she personally accepted everyone's soul, shared the pain of each of them, and knew everyone's past.
She knew that the outcome of this war might be that everyone's blood would be shed.
Even so, the Primarch, who once walked out of the pain under the mercy of the Lord of Humanity, resolutely walked towards a future full of suffering.
The moment she sailed into the warp, Elaine got his promise, although she didn't know where the promise came from.
——Any pious souls lost in this war will not fall into the clutches of Chaos, and they will all be taken to the distant throne by the mercy bestowed by the cold golden light.
——Until it turns into an army burning with vengeance.
In this regard, the cursed knowledge in the Primarch's brain naturally knows.
[Cursed Legion].
The inevitable past reveals the inevitable future.
Therefore, Elaine entrusted her trust to that distant golden light.
And everyone got the truth the moment the fleet sailed into the Khorne God's Domain.
Everyone knows where this hopeless war is headed, and everyone knows the tragic future of the Imperium of Man, cursed by Chaos.
This will be a war that will not be remembered by anyone, and will even be forgotten by themselves. Everyone's fate will be pinned on this war that is enough to make anyone desperate.
However, none of them were afraid.
Whether it is a small mortal auxiliary or an Astartes who is a demigod.
Because their loyalty was already sworn when they joined this grand expedition, and they will die to contribute to the glorious future of the human race.
They chose to be loyal, to be loyal again, to offer bloody loyalty to the Emperor for themselves who have experienced a tragic fate in that gloomy future.
In this uncharted territory far from the sacred Terra, the entire expeditionary force is linked with the will of humanity.
One after another, huge artillery arrays were erected under the will of the Primarch, and the land engraved with Khorne's brass patterns was also being purified under the feet of the Aquila.
The vast hill of corpses that stretches as far as the eye can see in the God of Khorne has been turned into more dilapidated scorched earth by artillery fire and war, and the hymn of blood is played under the roar of bombs and chainsaws.
——Holy.
She/he murmured softly.
……
Second more!
Thanks to JOKERRISING for the 5000 point reward~
Loyal!Sincerely!
(End of this chapter)
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