Emperor's Daughter of the Red Sands

Chapter 60 The Eve of the Holy War

Angortai respectfully looked up at the Primarch in front of him.

He had never seen a woman this tall, nor had he seen a female Primarch - but it was clear that Primarchs were not supposed to be defined by 'gender' stereotypes.

Looking at the leader of the No.12 Legion who was half a body taller than him, Angertai had no doubt that she could easily twist his head off.

Just like how the legendary Erebus died.

"grown ups."

Angertai called Elaine softly.

And Elaine was looking at the endless flames of war that were constantly burning in the perfect city, as if she hadn't heard Angletai's words.

In fact, the location they were in at this time was the tallest building in Perfect City, the church where the body of the traitor Erebus hung.

Now, the destruction of the Perfect City has almost reached the final stage, and even the place that many Word Bearers take care of is about to become unsafe.

That's why Angletai came here.

To evacuate the Primarch who watches over the Word Bearers from the battlefield, travel to the flagship of the Word Bearers, the Rhythm of Loyalty.

"We must get out of here, my lord."

He bowed his head slightly, and his dull voice echoed in the church.

However, Elaine still didn't seem to hear Angertai's reminder, Yaojin's pupils passed the Astartes in front of him, and kept looking at the burning city in front of him.

She seemed to be thinking about something.

"...My lord? It's not safe here anymore."

"A full-scale orbital bombardment is three standard tera hours away, and we must get out of here."

"All life will disappear, and this place will become a wasteland that is no longer suitable for life."

Seeing that Elaine didn't respond, Angertai explained his reason for coming again with some doubts.

Although billions of people were burned in the face of an irreparable tragedy, the No.17 Legion's loyalty crisis has reached a precarious point, but the nature of the Word Bearers to obey the power makes Angertai still maintain patience, even if Yi Lion's execution of the Word Bearers' Chief Captain sparked the crisis, but he never questioned the authority of the Primarch before him, who had been granted oversight by the Emperor himself.

After all, no matter how unwilling the grassroots Astartes are to this incident—the existence of those two traitors has also confirmed the flames of rebellion within the Word Bearers, and this hatred and hatred cannot be blamed anyway The No.12 Legion who discovered it.

As Angertai continued to call, the Primarch's sight finally shifted to the Word Bearer.

"Really... Lorgar has already made up his mind."

"...you don't have to be like this."

Looking at the humble Astartes, Elaine sighed softly.

During the analysis of the battle situation a few hours ago, she had already expected that the fanatical brother would issue such a brutal and crazy order.

It’s just that its presentation in the calculation and its real occurrence are two completely different concepts: the former is just a series of cold and ruthless numbers, while the latter means that this world with billions of people is about to usher in inevitable disasters. crisis of destruction.

...is really a waste of resources.

Facing the regret expressed by Elaine, Angertai nodded slightly.

Although Angertai, as the company commander, does not yet have much power to participate in the jihad council temporarily formed by Lorgar, after several waves of massacres and destruction, most of the Word Bearers' troops returned The sky above the orbit, so it can be seen that something more terrible may happen next.

Obviously, for this situation, whether it is Angletai or Elaine, the two have long been aware of each other——

"Yes. The Torpedo Torpedo is ready."

At this moment, the voice of another Astarte came from behind Angletai, which was Angletai's best friend—the priest of the Seventh Company, Xiafen.

Then there was the roar of the Stormbird's engine, and the urgent evacuation had already begun.

Of course, there cannot be any evacuation of 'civilians'.

— how ridiculous.

Elaine's eyes once again turned to the dilapidated city-state in front of him, with a self-deprecating smile on his lips.

She seemed to know why the blood god threw herself to this critical time point.

Everything that is happening in front of her eyes seems to be telling her: no matter how she struggles, no matter how stubbornly she resists, the flow of fate will bring everything to an irreversible end.

Her right arm trembled slightly, and the dazzling golden light inside became more and more hot with Elaine's mood.

She was not one to endure the taunts of fate.

After all, the uneasiness and conjectures in her heart have been completely settled at this moment.

Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, this is just an inevitable tragedy.

However, whether it is the opportunity to come to the perfect city, or the brand-new right arm bestowed on him by the emperor, the meaning contained in it is self-evident.

"grown ups…?"

Angertai seemed to have noticed that something was wrong with Elaine, especially her fine gold arm armor that was incompatible with the red armor - if he read correctly, some shining light was constantly bursting out of it...?
Perhaps it was a hallucination, Angertai even smelled a bit of hot sand.

Until Elaine's golden pupils burning with fiery flames focused on Angertai.

At this moment, Angletai seemed to see a burning hot star.

【I have seen all the sacrifices you made in order to show your loyalty, Word Bearers. 】

[And my supervision is more than that. 】

[The will of the emperor still needs to be further manifested, and the lost faith will eventually return to its roots. 】

[Now... it's time to put the value of this loyalty into practice—not for bloody sacrifices, not for proving innocence. 】

[A 'Holy War' awaits you. 】

And this voice of the heart pierced into the minds of every Word Bearer like a dazzling sun.

"Let's go."

"Take me to Lorgar."

After a while, Elaine's cold voice reawakened Angertai's consciousness, but all the illusions he had just seen seemed to have completely disappeared.

Only the resolute and imposing crimson figure of the Primarch.

"I'll give my brother a war that's enough to play his share of the 'fanatic'."

Elaine whispered softly, slowly clenched her right fist.

Perhaps the familiar heir is no longer around, but her father has already delivered a large enough army to himself.

Since this brother is so obsessed with power and belief, it is better to bring him the state religion that will support the decaying empire in future generations.

Although the lord of humanity might not be very happy about this, Elaine knew deeply that efficiency was far above everything else.

Before fighting against the unknown fate and possible enemies, she must make good use of any possible help to deal with the increasingly crumbling future.

The Primarch looked away again—only, this time, it wasn't the perfect city that had burned.

It was the pupil of the star that shone with deep purple light in the night.

Another war is about to start.

—and it will be in the name of the 'Crusade of Atonement'.

……

……

　I actually want to transform Lorgar into RH's Golden Word messenger, but the origin of the Golden Word messenger is different from the main universe.

　　And the origin of Lorgar in the main universe is too extreme. If you think about it carefully, you might as well just follow the extreme path and develop directly to the 40k state religion. Anyway, it’s good to be in the loyal camp.

　　At that time, let him and Guilliman fight all day long in front of the old man Huang's toilet (

　　The schedule and status have recovered a lot~ Tomorrow should be able to restore the daily 4K!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)