Chapter 346: Khorne: Damn It, Four More Players Climbing Onto the Board Pretending to be Pieces
It is well known that the quality of sacrifices and the direct involvement of a deity directly correlate to the strength of daemons entering realspace.
At the high end, Skarbrand's entry can cause global earthquakes and drag an entire planet into the warp.
At the low end, An'ggrath the Unbound, first among Bloodthirsters, can be beaten down by Chapter Master Marneus Calgar in a few punches, becoming a footnote in the Ultramarines' honor rolls.
Daemon Primarchs like Angron can influence an entire star system single-handedly, and through these anchors, the Blood God can even forcibly corrupt all sentient life within range.
But now there was a serious problem.
The Blood God watched the Blackstone arrays nailed into Cadia like spikes.
Although the warp rift He tore on the surface of Cadia using the Conqueror as a core sacrifice had opened a beachhead for the daemon host, to project divine power further, the daemons had to destroy or reverse these Blackstone matrices.
Only by breaking these shackles could He pour enough power to capture Karna.
He was a God of the Warp; to act, He had to obey the fundamental logic of the Materium.
The Slaaneshi faction, urged by desire, began attacking the Pavo Bastion where Arthur was stationed, while He drove the daemon host to indiscriminately attack all Blackstone fortresses within the rift.
Without destroying these obstacles, sending Angron over would just be serving him up on a platter. Getting a result half as good as Perturabo's would be thanks to the Dawnbreakers' slow reaction.
Angron wasn't Fulgrim; to this day, the beast resisted Him, and the Blood God had to keep a tight grip on the leash at all times.
And although the Phoenix Lord was fallen, his combat power and judgment were undeniable. The gold content of personally killing two Primarchs was real, and even after losing to Dorn at the Siege of Terra, he escaped successfully.
Yes, by selling out Eidolon, Von Kalda, Lycus Vordion, and other 'brilliant' sons.
Then the great Lord Commander Eidolon sold out his fifty Phoenix Guards and ran away from Rogal Dorn, becoming the only member of that guard to survive until now.
Crack!
The brass armrest that had just cooled and solidified shattered instantly.
In his contemplation, the Blood God suddenly thought of a problem.
So, could Slaanesh really be counted on?
Especially when They faced the one member of the Dawnbreakers team with the fewest flaws.
No hope.
Countless war cases had already given the Blood God a definite answer.
What could these junkies, who couldn't even stand without sensory stimulation, use to fight Arthur and his Dark Angels?
Perhaps there would be some conspiracy, but it was certain that given Arthur's characteristics, replicating Fulgrim's path was completely impossible.
The Blood God couldn't even be bothered to pay attention to those freaks, ignoring the possible results of the Slaaneshi faction directly and starting to focus on other areas.
Among the three cores within the rift, centering on the landing zone area, the Centaurus Bastion was also an area where daemons projected power, providing great convenience for the Chaos offensive in the early stages of the ground war.
Successfully cutting off supply lines in various areas, completing the blockade of the bastion areas within, and launching an all-out offensive.
But it stopped there.
Compared to the past, the rapid corruption of these mortals in such extreme environments had greatly improved.
Except for the souls reserved by the Cursed One, the rest were shielded. Those who believed in the Angel were protected by Karna, and the rest were calmly collected by the Cursed One under the cover of shadow.
There was also a part that disappeared strangely, probably becoming food for other existences.
These mortal armies were more resistant to warp influence than in the past. Strangely, under the threat of daemons, they could not only ensure efficient and coordinated deployment but were also equipped with more abundant and excellent war machines. Coupled with their already tempered will and bodies, they became a huge trouble for daemons.
In the past, the enemies a Khornate Bloodletter faced in the trenches of Cadia were mostly Guardsmen wearing flak armor, holding lasguns or solid-projectile weapons, with melee weapons mostly limited to knives.
But now, a Bloodletter, under the protection of the Blood God, breaking through overwhelming heavy artillery coverage, direct fire from medium-range laser or plasma weapons, close-range melta jets, and avoiding being crushed by some unknown model of vehicle, rushing into the trench—
It would likely face a Cadian squad wearing void armor, holding boarding shields and small power weapons.
And for unknown reasons, these mortals, who had a high probability of falling into corruption upon recognizing the existence of the Four Gods, could now accurately identify daemons and deal with them specifically.
For example, the Astra Militarum guard units responsible for garrisoning key areas and heavy vehicles were carefully selected mortal champions. Even ordinary Khornate daemons couldn't gain an advantage when facing them.
The war environment, unchanged for ten thousand years, had begun to change.
Humans who could pick up weapons to fight daemons after abandoning warp influence exposed the defects of daemons: lack of organization and discipline, and extreme reliance on warp sorcery to establish advantages.
Truly confronting these four opponents once, the Blood God also realized the seriousness of the problem.
Under the leadership of the Dawnbreakers, humanity gradually established a cognition of the Four Gods and accepted the protection of the Dawnbreakers, dedicating their bodies and minds to existences more in line with their values, and were further influenced by them.
Very similar.
What was the last thing not easily influenced by other gods?
It was the daemon armies under their command.
Now those four were gradually shaping the humans of realspace into their daemon army!
Even the fallen already in the grasp of the Four Gods gained an opportunity, a chance to break free from the Four Gods.
Creak~
Deep indentations were left on the brass throne.
This was what the Blood God could accept least.
In the past, with the Emperor welded to the Golden Throne and humanity unable to escape the influence of the Four Gods, almost all sentient life eventually either shattered by warp waves or fell into the hands of the Four Gods.
But now four new members had arrived, bringing more attractive universal values, gaining more support from sentient life, and starting to snatch the food that should belong to the Four Gods.
Even mortal capitalists would do their best to destroy such things, let alone the Four Gods who truly held supernatural power in their hands.
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Suddenly, the Blood God turned his gaze to Angron.
This slave who should have been in His grasp.
Before the Blood God's gaze fell on him, the Daemon Primarch seemed to maintain a certain degree of quietness.
'Anyone has the right to fight. Resistance never belongs to someone else.'
He watched this group of the last World Eaters march towards destruction. He felt the emotions in the hearts of those sons. His skin charred and fell off because of this, and as his corrupted body healed, his skin was shrouded in red smoke.
Blood mist obscured the expression on Angron's face.
In that evil body, every thought, the consumption of every breath, seemed to be intensifying his terrible anger.
ROAR!
When the Blood God's gaze arrived, in the Blood Wastes, the Daemon Primarch suddenly roared and cut down a Bloodthirster that entered his field of vision.
Limbs and flesh flew into the sky, but this bit of slaughter could no longer stop this gradually maddened beast. He rushed into the burning wasteland, fighting steel with weapons and teeth. Seeing this, those enemies fought back madly.
Like the sea raising huge waves, plunging the silent Blood Wastes into endless chaos again.
Angron roared, angry at his sons' release.
Then began his slaughter.
The Blood God withdrew his gaze, turning it back to reality.
Watching Cadia, watching those bastions that remained impregnable under the persistence of mortals, recalling Tzeentch's deception, Slaanesh's unreliability, Nurgle's inaction.
Resentment appeared in the Blood God's eyes.
He was starting to fall into a disadvantage.
He was losing to mortals!
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