Drayne's defection held significant meaning.
Firstly, Vigilus, a Vigilus located on a crucial shipping lane at the edge of the Great Rift, along with all the assets invested by the Hades VIII Mechanicus, had quietly fallen into Emrys' hands.
Secondly, the allegiance of a High Archmagos meant that Emrys would gain complete control over the STC template technology on Vigilus.
The large fortress-grade energy shields for hive cities, including the small and medium-sized energy shields used by warships, would all bear the Emrys name from now on!
Of course, the benefits of this move were far from limited.
Archmagos Drayne's research direction was in mechanics. Although his status in the Hades VIII Forge world was not high, he was still an 'Archmagos,' which meant he had the right to access most of the 'knowledge' collected by the Hades VIII Forge world over tens of thousands of years.
What did Emrys lack most?
It was neither manpower nor resources, but 'technology' and 'knowledge'!
It was the ancient human technology that the Mechanicus had spared no effort to unearth and find in various planetary ruins and even unknown domains over the years.
Regardless of how much effort the Worlds of Transformers, alien, Resident Evil, or The Wandering Earth put in, in the field of scientific research, one thing is undeniable: humanity in the Dark Age of the Warhammer Universe had reached the pinnacle of technological achievement.
And the only way to acquire these lost technologies was through the 'Mechanicus.'
Emrys was not a Primarch, nor a High Lord, and this was his biggest shortcoming: he could summon billions of legions and equip seemingly powerful armed forces, but he lacked the most important and decisive strategic-grade weapons.
For example: Titans, cruiser strike ships, exterminatus weapons, and so on.
These were the true foundations of the Imperium of Man.
Small-scale or medium-scale battles could indeed be won by relying on the Astra Militarum and Astartes.
But what if large-scale, or even 'Apocalypse' level battles occurred?
Just like now, Emrys had gathered nearly a hundred million 'Sacred Terra Legions' from four Worlds, but in an Apocalypse-level battle like Dragon Forest world, to put it bluntly, even his own Chapter and the Transformers were all 'cannon fodder.'
Without decisive power, the tide of battle could not be turned!
To date, the maximum power he solely controlled was the war fortress 'Juggernaut.'
However, to construct this single war fortress, the world of Transformers had already expended astronomical amounts of resources and manpower. Furthermore, in several critical areas, such as the void shield generator, the mysterious 'Machine Spirit,' the plasma reactor with an energy output comparable to a small star, and the neural interface device that allowed the pilot to perfectly control the giant creation, etc., these still remain difficult challenges to overcome.
It is well known that for larger creations, their inherent weight and materials are key issues.
The Juggernaut war fortress used a large amount of transforming metal to barely reach the height of an 'Emperor-class' Titan, but if one wanted this thing to charge into battle and trade blows with a similarly sized Titan like an 'Emperor-class Titan,' that would be absolute wishful thinking.
No wonder 'Titans' are crowned as the Machine-God's creations; they are in themselves walking technological holy relics.
And who knows how many such technologies still exist within the Adeptus Mechanicus?
Not to mention the Hades VIII Forge world, renowned for its aggressiveness. These 'oil-mongers' who walk at the forefront of the Imperium, possessing the most forbidden technologies and even touching upon 'heresy,' must surely possess even more unimaginable technological crystallizations from humanity's Dark Age.
Drayne was an excellent 'wedge,' and Emrys intended to embed him deeply within the Hades VIII Forge world.
Only in this way could he continuously and endlessly reinforce his greatest 'shortcoming.'
He was absolutely covetous of Hades VIII!
As for whether this would offend 'Hades VIII'?
Emrys smiled faintly.
He believed that in this world, as long as the 'price' offered was large enough, no one would be unmoved, and the Hades VIII Mechanicus was no exception.
Lion had no time to discern whether what Emrys said was true or false.
From the situation alone, the forces of both sides had finally achieved a balance, and he could finally let loose and use this opportunity to show Emrys the true art of command.
Every Primarch, from the moment of his birth, was destined for greatness.
For mortals, even for the Astartes, who were hailed as 'demigods,' the information that needed to be processed when commanding million-level, or even tens of millions-level, galaxy-spanning wars, was astronomical.
Even supercomputers would struggle to make judgments, but Primarchs were different; their brains were comparable to supercomputers, and they possessed extremely abundant energy!
"Announce to all forces, interface with command sequence."
"This is... Lion El'Jonson. I will now take command of the operation!"
Just a name, a name buried in dust for ten thousand years, yet it gave the human legions the greatest exhilaration.
Lion El'Jonson, a Primarch from the mythical era, an existence akin to Regent Robert Guilliman, and once the victorious Lion, no one would disbelieve the power of a Primarch.
Hundreds of holographic projections surrounding him switched, zoomed, and overlaid at dazzling speed.
The Tech-Priests connected the macroscopic overview hologram of the entire battlefield to Lion's command sequence. However, the location of each corps on it, including their firepower configuration, surrounding geographical features, and other complex, massive amounts of aggregated information, would be enough to cause a mortal to completely collapse.
But in Lion's eyes, this massive information and data was clearly and distinctly decomposed and categorized.
It was like a giant chessboard, and every piece on it would be key to his victory. His thought speed even surpassed the operational limits of a servo-skull.
Soon, precise and accurate orders were issued after Lion's contemplation.
"Astra Militarum 88th Assault Regiment, immediately move eight hundred meters forward to fill the fire line in Sector B-37, assisting the Sacred Terra 6th Army 207th Division in defense."
The Primarch's clear, emotionless voice directly entered the minds of the Commanders on the front line via the communication array.
"At the same time, Chimera Squadron, concentrate fire on Sector D-25 to suppress enemy support, and eliminate the Chaos heavy firepower team."
His gaze then shifted to another hologram.
"Titan 'Dominus Rex' crew, calculate trajectory, suppress the Iron Warriors artillery in Sector D-30 for me."
Before the Titan crew could respond, he spoke as if he had already foreseen the outcome.
"Order, prioritize void shield energy transfer to the left shoulder. Once you open fire, you might be suppressed by enemy Titans. Prepare anti-air arrays to intercept possible incoming artillery. cult Militant Macro-branches, pay attention to ground forces."
Almost simultaneously with Lion's warning, the enemy Chaos Titan's bombardment fell like dense rain.
The target was precisely the left shoulder armor of the 'Dominus Rex'; its goal was to destroy the 'Titan's' weapon systems.
However, with prior preparation, the 'Dominus Rex' crew immediately activated the void shield, while the ground-based cult Militant Macro-branches also activated their anti-air arrays for interception.
Lion, in the command sanctuary, showed no change in expression, as if all of this was within his calculations.
"Report status."
Lion's voice was steady.
"Titan crew functions intact, void shield remaining 87%, structural integrity, core weapon systems ready."
"Very good... It's time to show them some color."
Lion's eyes were half-closed, a glint of light seemed to flicker.
"Order: execute a devastating strike on Sector D-30, use plasma cannon output!"
"Lord, are we not concerned about the enemy's Titan?"
The assisting Tech-Priest beside him was almost unable to keep up with Lion's commands, his face a little pale and full of worry.
"No need."
Lion said calmly.
"It's not that easy to completely destroy a Titan, and the same goes for Chaos. Since that's the case... let's first ensure we secure the most important objective."
Sector D-30 was garrisoned by the 'Iron Warriors' Legion, most adept at defense and posing the greatest threat to their side.
The threat of this Legion was even higher than that of the world Eaters Chapter. Their powerful artillery support and the iron defensive line they constructed precisely cut off the passage between the Sacred Terra Legion and Vigilus reinforcements.
In a magnificent binary canticle, the Warlord-class Titan, 'Dominus', officially entered the battlefield.
The intense heat and radiation emanating from its colossal furnace engine core were enough to dissolve any approaching creature into a bloody pulp!
The blood-red sky, previously tainted by Khorne's power, turned an extremely eerie blue under the immense heat of the Holy Titan's engine.
The moisture in the atmosphere seemed to have evaporated, and as the 'Divine Machine' took its steps, the mountains and earth vibrated with a resonating tremor.
"Plasma Incinerator, entering maximum power charging sequence!"
The Enginseers of the engine crew calmly reported each command.
And on the Titan's main control throne, within a sacred space resembling a miniature cathedral, the pilot, completely merged with the Titan's savage Machine Spirit, gazed with an aura of endless majesty.
Now deeply neural-linked with the Titan, he was the embodiment of the God of Machines, the wrath of the Machine God!
His name was Aurelian Victor, the chief pilot of the Warlord-class Titan 'Dominus' from the Mechanicus cult of Stygies VIII on Vigil.
Amidst a low hum, every gear, mechanism, and wheel within the Holy Titan executed Aurelian's will.
When the Titan's main pilot established a neural connection with the Machine Spirit, he was no longer himself, but the avatar of the Machine God, the will of the God of All Machines!
Here, on the battlefield, the Titan pilot was the undisputed absolute focal point, and the Imperium's blade!
"Let these damned heretics taste the wrath of the Machine God!"
The weapon operator, with a highly focused expression, manipulated the complex weapon panel, inputting precise control runes.
Boom!!!
The Titan's main weapon on its left arm, the 'Plasma Incinerator', began to surge with terrifying energy readings at a heart-stopping pace!
The most direct manifestation was the sudden rise in temperature of the air outside the Titan's control room.
Deep within the colossal muzzle, which resembled a dark, eerie black hole, a pale blue light, like a ignited star, rapidly intensified, illuminating the surrounding space in a blazing blue-white hue!
"High-energy reaction detected on the left, it's artillery fire from the renegade 'Iron Warriors'!"
"Ultra-high energy readings detected directly ahead from an enemy 'Chaos Titan', it's a Warp psychic shockwave!"
"Have the Skitarii intercept the left flank's artillery fire."
Aurelian, as a Titan pilot, possessed extensive experience.
He remained unperturbed by such a situation, giving commands in an orderly fashion.
"Transfer the remaining leg energy to the void shield generator on the front armor, all personnel prepare for impact!"
Aurelian's consciousness was linked to the Titan's vast sensor array, his sensory perception far exceeding the limits of mortal thought.
The entire battlefield unfolded before his eyes as if on a macroscopic scale.
Indeed, the enemy Titan would never stand by and watch this greatest threat eliminate the Iron Warriors' position. Boom—!
A destructive crimson energy, as if tearing through space and distance, erupted.
The next moment, its terrifying beam struck the 'Dominus'' void shield generator, creating massive ripples that attested to the shot's dreadful power.
Even the surrounding space was disturbed by the aftershocks of this shot, creating distorted and bizarre phenomena.
"Main operational capability intact, void shield generator remaining energy 87%, weapon systems intact!"
The auxiliary crew immediately reported the damage assessment from this artillery strike.
But clearly, with the 'Lion's' almost pre-emptive warning, the entire Titan crew effortlessly fended off the Chaos Titan's deadly blow.
And in the distance, the artillery and missiles from the Iron Warriors were utterly unable to approach the 'Dominus', intercepted midway by the Skitarii.
"Rebalance energy distribution, adjust power to the legs."
Aurelian snorted coldly, his mental commands directly transmitted into the minds of every crew member via the intelligent control system.
"Full power, Dominus, move to the left!"
His will transformed into the Titan's actions, and the colossal furnace engine erupted with surging energy.
Amidst deafening roars, gears and mechanisms whirred, and the massive steel body of the Dominus unleashed an agility utterly disproportionate to its size!
The huge hydraulic joints groaned with metallic thunder, and its heavy feet instantly shattered the ground, propelling the terrifyingly massive Titan directly over the Skitarii legions beneath its feet.
And some unfortunate world Eaters, without even a chance to react, were crushed into meat paste by that single stomp.
Oh, excuse me... Aurelian didn't even notice that on the Titan's path forward, there was actually such a group of fools unaware of their impending doom.
"Left main weapon, Plasma Incinerator charging sequence, ready!"
The Enginseers of the engine crew and the weapon system operator reported to Aurelian simultaneously.
"Lock onto target area! fire!"
Victor's will entered a high resonance with the Titan's Machine Spirit, its fury manifesting as the wrath of the Machine God.
"For the Emperor—incinerate them!"
The accumulated, scorching energy was suddenly released, like a fully drawn bowstring.
Hum—!!!
The world instantly fell silent, absolute high temperature dominating the sky!
Even the Iron Warriors' front line, into which they had poured a great deal of effort, confident it could withstand several, or even dozens, of Astartes attacks.
But at this moment, the Iron Warriors' 'efforts' turned to dust.
Along with their ridiculous bunkers, fortresses, positions, and trenches, all were instantly engulfed by the blazing blue-white light under the wrath of the Machine God.
The suffocating plasma torrent, containing heat comparable to a star, tore straight through the turbid air, leaving a scorching, void-like 'tunnel' in space!
There was no earth-shattering explosion, no dazzling, blinding light.
There was only void and annihilation... The holy plasma flames, in the most direct way, sent these traitors to meet their worshipped Warp God.
And the 'unbreakable' defenses constructed by the Iron Warriors, along with the mountains they were built upon, had now been reduced to scorched earth and a barren plain.
What's with all the fancy stuff?
Aurelian sneered, curling his lips.
Mere heretical renegades, daring to try and resist the 'Wrath of the Machine God'?
It was simply... overestimating themselves!
Instead of an earth-shattering explosion, there was only a grating, ear-splitting shriek!
That was the most direct collision and annihilation of holy plasma flames with blasphemous Warp energy shields and corrupted metal!
The Iron Giant Legion's position, along with its heavy firepower, was sent back to the Warp by the 'Dominion Overlord' with a single shot.
With the front lines losing their artillery suppression, the Astra Militarum, relying on their superior equipment and well-trained combat skills, quickly cleared a path to rendezvous with the Holy Terra Legion.
However, this did not mean the end.
From deep within the Warp rift in the distance, a torrent of Khorne Daemons, carrying the stench of sulfur and rust, crashed violently into the Imperial defenses like a breached sea of blood, imbued with the insane will to crush everything!
This area had already been plowed countless times by the heavy artillery of The Iron Giant Legion; bunkers were shattered, trenches collapsed, leaving only a ragged, blood-soaked low wall made of twisted metal, concrete fragments, and the bodies of soldiers.
"For the Emperor! For Holy Terra!"
The Sixth Army of the Holy Terra Legion became the last frontal defense line, unleashing hoarse, almost distorted roars, using the line formed by their fallen comrades' bodies and shattered cover.
"No retreat!"
The Commissar stood on the low wall, his Hellgun shooting down Daemons. His face was already stained with blood, completely unrecognizable; only his Commissar's coat and the proudly raised banner proved that this Legion was still here, that they had not retreated!
They were still fighting for the Emperor!
The Astra Militarum Legion from Vigilus had already arrived as reinforcements, under the precise command and dispatch of the Lion.
Compared to Merlin's Holy Terra Legion, the Astra Militarum, tempered by blood and fire on Vigilus, was clearly more professional, and also more ruthless and composed.
On the chaotic, artillery-blasted battlefield, the Astra Militarum soldiers were expressionless, like a sharp dagger, plunging fiercely into the front lines.
And the enemies they faced were the Daemon Legions of Khorne, the world Eaters of the Blood Angel, and The Iron Giant, yet even so, the Astra Militarum showed no fear in the face of that scarlet tide.
"fire!!!"
At the officer's command.
With extremely excellent discipline, the soldiers quickly filled the defensive gaps of the Sixth Army, frantically pulling triggers, converging weak, seemingly tiny laser beams into an unshakeable, absolute defense!
The world-shattering might of the crimson tide, under the desperate suppression of the Astra Militarum, actually showed a sign of being contained.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The muffled roar of heavy bolters echoed from behind the lines; that was the Chimera Armored Vehicles and the Taurox Armored Vehicles, frantically unleashing firepower, just to gain a sliver of space for the Astra Militarum on the front lines.
Bolter shells exploded among the Daemons, blowing away a few burning remains, but the newly dead Daemons were instantly replaced by more Daemons, like a breached flood.
This was an extremely cruel, high-intensity war!
Even the battle-hardened Astra Militarum, in the face of such a terrifying Daemon offensive, could only measure their survival time in seconds.
The moment the two sides made contact, the defense line erupted like fireworks, the roar of blood and chainswords composing the most tragic overture.
A Bloodletter roared as it pounced and killed a man, but in an instant, its life would be ended by a bolter round; and the officer who fired the bolter was, in the next second, sliced through flesh and bone by a world Eater's chainsword.
Although the officer's carapace armor had high defensive power, in front of a Space Marine's chainsword, it was like a red-hot knife cutting through butter, smoothly split in two!
In the rain of blood, Blood Slaughterers roared, trampling the mortal battle lines under the guidance of Skulltakers, leaving behind sticky, blurred paste and bone fragments deeply embedded in the earth wherever they passed.
The addition of Vigilus faction seemed to make Khorne serious as well.
In just a few hours, the intensity of the war escalated again!
The casualty figures for the Astra Militarum and the Holy Terra Legion began to climb abruptly and frantically at an incredible speed, like a rocket— terrifying!
The soldiers of the Holy Terra Legion looked at the Daemons, still filling mountains and seas, seemingly endless, and despair, like a cold viper, coiled around their hearts.
"Can this war—really end?"
A soldier in the trench muttered to himself.
He was a soldier who had just been sent from the deep rear to reinforce the front line, but—his company was almost completely wiped out in just a few minutes.
"Kid, scared already?" The Astra Militarum veteran next to him lit a cigarette and took a puff.
"As for it ending—don't even think about it. If nothing unexpected happens, we won't live to see it. I suggest you kill a couple more heretics before you die, so you can meet the God-Emperor when you're gone."
Their conversation would not affect reality.
On the left flank of the Imperial Legion's battlefield, the charge horns of the Charles family echoed.
Dozens of The Iron Giant, the Emperor's valiant generals, like an unstoppable giant wave, converged into an overwhelming force, charging towards the Khorne Blood Slaughterers who were also attempting to break through the left flank.
The Knight's lance, like a dragon, at the moment of contact, its immense kinetic energy directly pierced through the Blood Slaughterer's brass armor, causing it severe damage.
But another Knight, 'Honor's Bulwark', was overturned by a Blood Slaughterer from the side.
Even noble Knights found it difficult to survive on the hellish battlefield of the Legion's left flank.
But soon, an order issued by the Lion from the command sequence made the Charles family's Mr.'s pupils suddenly contract, and his heart abruptly sank.
"Mr. Gratian Charles, continue to advance, at all costs. Coordinate C-35 area, just create as much chaos as you can, attract attention."
Precise coordinates, precise instructions.
But—the C-35 area was located deep behind the Chaos Legion's lines; this was asking them to directly punch through the Chaos battle array!
A trace of pain flashed in Charles' eyes; he understood the Primarch's intention.
Sacrifice a part, create a decoy!
This was necessary; only by using the Knight family as a decoy to set up a counter-encirclement could the Legion's current predicament be resolved. Charles looked back at the Knight 'Honor's Bulwark' that had been overthrown, and sighed deeply.
"Glory is sacrifice!"
That last trace of reluctance and pain was also transformed into an iron-like resolve.
"Charles family! target changed! C-35 area! Charge! Charge, charge!"
"For the Primarch! For the God-Emperor!"
Mr. Charles' roar carried a tragic will of sacrifice.
The remaining Knight mechs immediately changed direction, following their family's High King without hesitation, executing Lion El'Jonson's order.
And the result was exactly as El'Jonson expected.
Because the Titan was damaged, although it defeated The Iron Giant, it also had to give way to a gap, and the sacrifice of the Knight Legion caused an irreversible expansion of the chain reaction, exposing the Legion's fatal flaw!
It was at this moment that something even more terrifying happened; blood swept with an abusive roar, Angron, the Daemon Prince of Khorne, once again stepped onto the battlefield, letting out a bloodthirsty roar that called countless world Eaters to respond, turning into a destructive tide of blood, surging towards the fatal wound of the human Legion!
It's Angron!
He's still here, a persistent ghost!
I thought he might have been driven back to the Warp after the Lion lured him away, but he's still here!
He's still here, and he's been hiding in the Chaos Legions all this time, enduring until this moment, waiting for the Imperium to show a weakness!
And now, a weakness has appeared!
The Imperial Legion's left flank defense line, due to the Knight Legion's assault and the 'Dominus Overlord' being tied up by the Chaos Titan, revealed a fatal gap.
The end of the gap pointed directly to the Lion's command sanctuary!
The Dominus Overlord also noticed that the Khorne Legion had changed its target, but as it tried to intercept, it was attacked by the Chaos Titan.
Dragging a bloody storm and a shriek, a chainsword as big as a mountain roared like a thunderstorm, splitting directly towards the 'Dominus Overlord's' left leg.
"Concentrate all kinetic distribution on the legs!"
"Void Shield generator, full power!"
Aurelian remained calm in the face of danger, methodically relaying orders to the engine crew and weapon operators.
"Move one step to the left!"
Rumble!
Every movement of the Titan could be described as earth-shattering, its tens of meters tall steel body, its agile movements, were simply inconceivable!
The 'Dominus Overlord' took a step to the left, narrowly dodging a strike from the Chaos Titan, and at the same time, its plasma cannon briefly charged, firing a shot at that damned Chaos construct, its blasphemous brass skull!
Boom!
In the explosive, incandescent white light, the Chaos Titan's brass skull had its armor shattered by the plasma cannon, but this Chaos construct still stood.
Twisted flesh replaced rusted gears, and a massive fist, imbued with a kinetic field, also slammed heavily into the 'Dominus Overlord'!
The Dominus Overlord and the Chaos Titan, like two towering giants, began to… brawl?… under the gaze of the Imperium and the Chaos daemons.
The tide of world Eaters on the left flank crashed head-on into the Battle Sunset Legion, with the Penitent engine and the Dark Angel fighting side by side, staunchly holding back the momentum.
However, with Angron joining, this defense line was forcibly torn open in an instant!
"Blood for the Blood God, skulls for the Skull Throne!!!"
"Kill the Corpse Emperor!"
"Cut off Lion's head!!!"
Just as the world Eaters frantically poured into the gap, the 'Dominus Overlord', brawling with the Chaos Titan, like an enraged Lion, began a slaughter against these tiny bugs that dared to invade its territory!
The Gatling bolter on its right arm let out a deafening roar, like thunder!
Boom—!
A dense storm of metal, like a torrential downpour, carrying suffocating high temperatures and destructive power, instantly tore the world Eaters at the forefront, as well as Khorne's champions and daemons, into a sky full of blood mist!
But, it was in this moment of distraction.
Angron's wings vibrated behind him, his massive body like fire, dragging terrifying air currents, roaring as he slammed into the 'Dominus Overlord's' left knee!
Omph!!!
The demonic great axe, imprisoning billions of souls, its serrated blade shrieked as it spun at high speed, striking the 'Dominus Overlord's' knee with terrifying force.
Accompanied by the wailing of tearing metal, the Daemon Titan also threw a punch, immense force poured into the metal armor plate, causing the Dominus Overlord to lose its balance, like a collapsing mountain, directly smashing towards the Imperial side.
The biggest threat, resolved!
Angron roared, immediately using the momentum to leap high, like a cannonball, smashing into the Imperial gap, his axe blade spinning, wantonly harvesting lives, as if treading on a red carpet made of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, launching a full assault towards the Lion's position!
The atmosphere in the command sanctuary was extremely heavy.
The staff and communication officers, no longer needing holographic projections, could see that huge, destructive figure, their faces pale.
"Lion, we should retreat!"
Being able to see Angron meant that in less than half a minute, they would face the raging tide of world Eaters and the daemon Primarch's axe blade!
To say they weren't afraid was impossible!
Angron's sudden appearance and entry into the battlefield was an outcome no one had expected, especially his seizing of the Imperium's most fatal weakness!
"Lion!"
"Please retreat quickly!"
They urged the Lion repeatedly.
But unfortunately, there was only a chilling coldness in Leman Russ' eyes, not a hint of fear or wavering.
"Why retreat?"
This sentence made many staff members freeze.
"Just as I expected—"
A look of extreme cold calculation appeared in the Lion's eyes, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly upwards, outlining a nearly cruel arc.
"After so many years, he's still as stupid as before, unable to hold back at the slightest sign of weakness."
"Target has entered the preset kill zone."
The Lion's voice was like the God of Death's whisper.
"All units, execute final contingency plan: 'Close the Gate.'"
Then, he turned his gaze to the sky.
"Kid, I've lured him over for you—you said you wanted to get your revenge yourself, the rest is up to you!"
Static, static… Emrys' calm voice came through the communication channel.
"No problem, leave it to me—Lion."
Rumble—!
The sky—suddenly changed!
The massive, heavy, and extremely majestic metal behemoth's huge shadow instantly obscured the entire front line, the churning bloody clouds were torn apart by the roar of some colossal engine, that sound carried an absolute, undeniable terrifying power, suppressing the chaotic, tumultuous sounds of the battlefield.
"Angron—!!!"
A shout made Angron, who was slaughtering with his head down, suddenly look up at the sky.
In the churning bloody clouds, a figure stood prominently; despite the great distance, Angron could still clearly see his appearance!
"Emrys, !!!"
Angron's blood-red, ferocious pupils released a palpable killing intent, wishing he could drag him down!
It was because of him, repeatedly defying 'Khorne', that the situation had escalated to its current state, and he had also been reprimanded!
"It's me."
Looking at the furious Angron, Emrys smiled slightly, his voice, amplified by psychic power, enveloped the entire battlefield.
"To repay you for the gift you prepared for me at the daemon Forge Palace, I've also prepared a gift for you. I hope you all like it."
A gift?
The Chaos Legions, including Angron, were stunned for a few seconds.
But soon, their pupils contracted to pinpricks, because behind Emrys, in the rolling, wave-like bloody clouds, hundreds of massive Chaos daemon battleships suddenly appeared.
"Do you like it?"
Emrys' smile gradually turned ferocious, then he clenched his five fingers tightly, and suddenly swung them, as if pulling the sky down.
"It doesn't matter if you don't like it, negative reviews are welcome!"
The next moment, hundreds of Chaos battleships, amidst the roar of their engines, violently rubbed against the atmospheric clouds, plummeting like a collapsing sky towards the Chaos side.
"Die, you bastards!!!"