Emperor's Daughter of the Red Sands

Chapter 52 Erebus
The black stone is stained with holy blood.

Roars and roars from the high heavens echoed throughout the galaxy.

The wave of flesh and blood and the golden light almost swallowed everyone at this moment.

The torrent of time is fading.

The dazzling light is dissipating.

The one-armed stalwart figure has disappeared without a trace.

However, hope remains.

……

[Battle report. 】

[The remaining mortal auxiliary army: 8888. 】

[Remnant interstellar fighters: 888. 】

[Remnant Titans: 8 (War Dogs are all destroyed). 】

[Remaining warships: 13 ships (including Resolute Resolve)]

[Mechanic God Expeditionary Army: All destroyed. 】

[Gene Primarch Status: Unknown. 】

"...is that all there is?"

"That's all."

Looking at the cruel battle report presented on the data board, the Lord of Humanity frowned.

Ever since that daughter returned, he had expected this moment.

Casualties are inevitable.

"However... such a tragic battle will undoubtedly affect the progress of the Great Crusade?"

The handprinter opened his mouth slowly.

"They have made their way out of the fast and desperate channel...you can't ask for more, my old friend. Like chicks who have just learned to fly, they still need the protection of their mother before their hunting and survival can officially begin."

Undoubtedly, Malcador knew too much about the Emperor's thoughts.

In fact, the torment endured by this inarticulate master of mankind was far heavier than the suffering of any war in the Great Crusade. In his great vision, he created those 21 sons who were like gods. Having to watch their children suffer untold suffering because of an enemy called Time, even though they knew they would die one day, they walked only on foot until the necessary wars and conquests were over. can move forward.

"Their sacrifice and war are of unparalleled value."

"However, the Great Crusade must advance."

The emperor sighed softly, the melancholy and pain were replaced by determination on his ordinary face.

As the strongest psyker, he could clearly feel the countless souls lost in the war in the warp, and he could also clearly feel the hysteria when his daughter rebelled against fate.

The No.12 Legion has indeed won, and the ancient warp storm in the maelstrom has been receding under the influence of this war.

Under the will of the 'Blood 13' expedition fleet condensed into a sharp spear point, the blood god... left a drop of blood.

The Emperor heard His gratified roar of anger, and also felt that the chaos from the Supreme Heaven in the real universe was gradually fading—the suffering of the human race spreading throughout the galaxy, the heavy burden on the shoulders of the Lord of Humanity, At this moment, it finally eased a little.

However... no matter how brilliant the battle results are, it still cannot change the fact of the tragic victory.

Today's No.12 Legion has suffered unprecedented damage.

The whereabouts and condition of the Primarch are unknown, and most of the logistics and supplies have been consumed in the unimaginably brutal war.

Even in the star regions they occupied, most of the worlds have fallen into unprecedented emptiness due to the large number of conscriptions in a short period of time.

A whole generation on Nuceria was burned in the flames.

It can be said that although their war paved the way for the conquest of the Maelstrom, the Sons of the Mountain have been disqualified for the Great Crusade in a short time.

"Yes. The Great Crusade must advance."

"Then you must see this, my old friend."

As if recalling something, Malcador slowly handed over the data pad in his hand to the Emperor.

The Lord of Humanity took over the data board, his already frowning brows became more and more tangled.

The cold High Gothic vocabulary and exquisite images describe an unprecedentedly perfect city, and the Seal of the Word Bearers at its suffix symbolizes who its conqueror is.

The most conspicuous among them is the extremely low propulsion efficiency compared with other legions.

Its name is [Perfect City].

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The broken Queen of Glory docked above Nuceria, and the red sand in the sky cast a layer of scarlet mist on her broken black stone horn.

silence.

Endless silence.

In the capital of Nuceria, which is no longer affluent, the No.12 Legion is silently parading.

Thousands of mortal auxiliaries marched slowly along with the torrent of armor that was no longer magnificent, and several majestic and battered warrior Titans walked with them.

There are only a few hundred space warriors left with heavy steps, and they still wear dilapidated power armor on their bodies, which symbolizes the past of the Sons of the Mountains who resisted fate in the realm of the highest heaven.

There is no admiration from mortals, no cheers and blessings...

No sight from the Lord of the Legion.

An indescribable silence filled the parade all the time.

After the unknowingly long endless war in the subspace, decades in the real universe have passed silently—during this period, all the worlds under the control of the No. Most of the resources were almost exhausted by the war mobilization.

Even the huge forging world of Salem, which was burning with the fire of industry all day long, was once brought to a standstill due to the excessive shortage of raw materials.

It was not until the broken fleet of the Sons of the Mountain returned from the Warp that the vast and weary war machine could finally rest.

Kahn stared indifferently at the parade troops in front of him, and the former legion commander Greer was beside him.

They are the only high-level legions left after the war.

【I thought I would sacrifice there. 】

Kahn's inner voice suddenly sounded, revealing endless melancholy.

Greer glanced at the chain saw ax held in Bloodfinger's hand. It was Elaine's other chain saw ax, 'Bloodman'.

When they returned, the Primarch's weapon appeared beside Karn at some point.

And everyone in the Sons of the Mountain believed that this was a token left by Elaine.

【Obviously, mother's will is very partial to you. 】

[…I'd rather not want this kind of favoritism. 】

Karn tightened his grip on the handle of the chainaxe.

This one-handed ax from the Primarch was so huge that Karn even had to hold it as a two-handed giant axe.

【Ever since I witnessed the distorted future of 'Karn the Betrayer', I really know the greatness of my mother...and the price of that greatness. 】

【...Yeah, who isn't. ——I never thought that my loyalty might usher in a meaningless death...]

Greer sighed.

In that momentary and eternal time, every son of the mountain got a vision of the future in Elaine's vast sea of ​​hearts.

From the hopeless future described in the Lore of the Damned, the endless visions the young Primarch was caught in.

This pain has been there from the beginning, at the end of every son of the mountain's destiny.

【Mother is no longer by our side. 】

[Only time can give the answer. 】

Kahn's sight penetrated the military parade and reached the dilapidated Queen of Glory battleship in space.

The formerly shining hull was covered with scars, just like the no-glory parade team in front of them.

Yes, the former glory of the Sons of the Mountain is gone, not just all the lives lost in that brutal war...

And their legion leader, the gene mother, also disappeared in the light that swallowed everything.

The broken fleet of the No.12 Legion did not know when it returned to the material universe.

It wasn't until everyone's consciousness returned that they realized that the war had been won.

The good news is that the Queen of Glory-class battleship Resolute, which represents the flagship of the No.12 Legion, has returned to reality, and most of her hull is still intact except for the black stone ram.

The bad news is that the whereabouts of Elaine, the Primarch Elaine, who represents the soul of the No.12 Legion, has disappeared. Although the vast majority of Astartes believe that she is only temporarily missing, the telepathy between the legions has not been cut off...but This is still not optimistic.

Most of the resources have been consumed in this cruel war. Although the subspace storm of the maelstrom has subsided, the No.12 Legion has no troops to dispatch at all.

Today's Son of the Mountains has almost lost the ability to march into the stars.

Even relying on the biological and medical technology left by Elaine, facing many worlds that have been almost squeezed to the point that their personnel are almost wiped out in the war, the replenishment of Astartes and auxiliary army sources is still not optimistic.

They can only lick their wounds in silence and accumulate strength in anger.

Until the return of the Red Sand Lord.

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pain.

Elaine hasn't had this kind of personal feeling for a long time.

As early as the conquest of Nuceria, almost no warrior could withstand the iron cavalry of the Maiden of Winter, and any enemy was vulnerable to the might of the Primarch.

Even in the Great Crusade back to the stars, she is still invincible in battle, and no small alien or profane being can stop her steps.

Until she faced another Primarch, the Demon Primarch Angron from a distant time and space, and eight bloodthirsty Khorne Daemons.

In that frantic and hysterical fight, she suffered countless fatal injuries.

But that wasn't enough to cause her pain.

Until he turned his will into a sharp blade and really rushed towards the figure on the skull throne.

The sleeping consciousness re-condensed under the stimulation of severe pain.

Elaine reluctantly opened her eyes, and her pale golden pupils were filled with bewilderment.

An extremely strange scene slowly came into view: luxurious marble, endless crowds, towering and majestic churches.

"...Where am I?"

Crawling up with difficulty, Elaine was a little puzzled.

Everything she saw had nothing to do with Khorne's brass fortresses and bloody battlefields.

Only the faint pain from her empty right arm reminded herself that her war against Khorne was not over yet.

When the "resolute determination" slammed into the fortress of Khorne at full speed, Elaine already had the determination to die, turning both will and resistance into sharp blades, and pierced through the doomed tragic fate.

But... when I opened my pupils from the darkness again, it wasn't the celebration of the reunion of the heirs, nor was it the terrifying whisper of the evil god.

Everything now makes Elaine extremely confused.

She dragged her tired body slowly out of the dark alley, and came to the street full of various priests and nuns.

For a Christian, this is a perfect city.

Every church in the city is singing hymns in an endless stream, as if the whole city is singing the hymns of the gods.

Under the warm sunlight, the Primarch's heavy armor covered in blood and scars reflected a scarlet luster, instantly attracting the attention and exclamation of the crowd.

"My God...that's an angel..."

"But angels never had women..."

"But with that stalwart figure, the sacred armor... and the extremely sacred blood, she must have experienced unimaginable holy wars."

"No - her figure is taller than an angel, her existence must be extremely sacred..."

"Praise the Emperor!"

"Praise the Emperor!"

After the whispers, the crowd began to praise and pray to Elaine under the exclamation of a fanatic. The appearance of this giant seemed to be a rare miracle.

Elaine looked at the crowd unconsciously surrounding her in a daze.

In her field of vision, there are sincere eyes and flames of faith from believers everywhere.

She could understand these High Gothic words, but the overly strong religious atmosphere made her puzzled.

Did I return to the real universe...?
Elaine's meticulous thoughts quickly searched for the answer. The peace and tranquility of this world are extremely inconsistent with the war among the stars. Moreover, for this religious atmosphere that is familiar with Nuceria, it seems that there is only No. The world captured by the .17th Legion matches that...

Suddenly, a contrived voice brought her consciousness back, and inexplicable disgust and hatred surfaced in her heart at this moment.

"Oh... my God, how holy, how great..."

"A Primarch actually came to the Perfect City, hehehe..."

"He once said: If a god comes to you, then you have to worship."

As the flow of people was dispersed by this high-pitched voice pretending to be holy, an Astartes chanted the holy words and appeared in Elaine's field of vision.

The dark gray MK2-type power armor covered with sacred spells symbolizes his identity, which is the characteristic of No.17 Legion-Word Bearers.

The bald head covered with spells and the funny and cunning face outline a hint of sinister.

"It seems that the prophecy from the distant Scarlet Shadow is correct, we have ushered in the blessing of the Throne of Blood..."

"The gene mother from the No.12 legion, the saint from the snow peak, the most gentle mother of the legion among the great primarchs..."

"His Royal Highness Angron Elaine, welcome to the Perfect City."

Elaine frowned.

She clenched her fist slowly, and the power fist was slowly activated under the horrified eyes of the surrounding believers, and the decomposition position was shining brightly under her cold face.

The disgust and hatred that inexplicably emerged in my heart just now got the answer.

She knew the identity of the Word Bearer before her.

Chief Priest - Erebus.

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　Ahahaha, the perfect city is coming.jpg
　　Next episode, punch Erebus' dog's head off!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)