Chapter 67: Speed Racing, Cool!
On the warship, a group of Ork boys worked on what they thought were psychic bombs. They mimicked the appearance of the real thing as best they could.
"Is this going to work? It doesn't look quite right, does it?"
"It's normal, it's not completely unlike it!"
"Makes sense!"
Several Ork boys controlled mechanical arms, dragging warship wreckage from the Warp and stringing the pieces together to make more spherical bombs.
"Are you sure this thing can hold it?"
"It should be fine! Putting wind in a box, that's perfectly reasonable."
"Makes sense!"
The group of Ork boys came to the edge of the Warp storm. They used boxes made of spirit bone to collect a bit of the storm itself.
The original Abyss Howl had many strange engines added to its exterior. Even its front was fitted with a giant Ork head as armor.
After everything was ready, Francis sat in the captain's chair, taking deep breaths. "Are you sure everything is done? Are the engines at maximum?"
"No problem, Boss! The warship's rear can't fit any more!" Sarpedon gave a thumbs-up, answering with absolute certainty. "Oh, and we also found this."
Francis looked back and saw an Imperial Guard commissar's hat, still stained with blood.
He took the hat and put it on his head, then grinned. "For the Imperium! Waaaaaaagh!"
"Waaaaaagh!"
Accompanied by their roars, Francis pulled down the control lever. All hundreds of thrusters at the rear of the Abyss Howl roared madly.
With a whoosh, the warship charged directly toward the brass fortress.
Along the way, countless Khorne daemons rushed out from the daemon worlds. They wielded battle-axes and black whips, roaring madly.
"Blood for the Blood God, skulls for the Skull Throne!"
"You want to go to the Blood God's abode! Only over our dead bodies!"
"For the Blood God!"
When they tried to phase directly into the warship, a green Waaaaagh energy field repelled them. Then the massive Ork armor slammed into them, sending them flying.
"Woc! Didn't you add steering?" Francis shouted.
"Forgot! Waaaaaaaagh!"
Amidst Francis's frantic shouts, the Abyss Howl kept accelerating and crashing everywhere. It changed direction by smashing through daemon worlds.
When the Greater Daemon Ka'bandha on the planet saw the giant warship flying toward him, he roared with excitement. "Come fight! You inside, let's fight to please the Blood God!"
He fixated on Francis inside the warship. A boundless fighting spirit burned wildly within him.
He saw Francis saying something, but unfortunately, he couldn't read lips.
Actually, what Francis was shouting was, "Get out of the way, I can't turn!"
The warship flew faster and faster, showing no intention of stopping. Only then did the Greater Daemon Ka'bandha react, shouting, "You have no martial virtue! Don't come over here! Ah ah ah ah!"
With a bang, the warship bounced off Ka'bandha's body and changed direction again.
Countless daemons rushed out, charging toward the warship and shouting, "Don't let him get close!"
"Blood for the Blood God, skulls for the Skull Throne!"
"Charge, charge, charge!"
Their efforts were not in vain. Their frenzied impact damaged the hatch where the psychic bombs were stored. Countless psychic bombs whistled out.
Boom boom boom!
Powerful bombs fell into the daemon worlds within the Blood God's domain. Violent explosions echoed everywhere.
Francis's heart bled. He cried out in immense pain, "You beasts! They actually damaged my ship!"
Francis kept roaring, bouncing like a ball crashing everywhere across a tabletop.
A massive fortress loomed ahead, built upon the eternal sea of blood in the Warp. The fortress was forged from endless copper, brass, and red iron, emitting a blinding red light. Its shape was like an irregular cluster of spires, each level covered with blade-like decorations and daemonic runes.
The fortress was like a battlefield itself, constantly emitting the stench of blood and the sharp clang of metal, symbolizing Khorne's endless desire for slaughter.
The outer walls were cast from molten brass, towering into the sky, heavy and indestructible. The walls were embedded with countless enemy skulls. These weren't just trophies but also exuded a terrifying deterrent. The surface of the walls seemed alive, as if one could hear them emit a low roar.
Countless daemons stood guard on the walls, holding great axes, spears, and other weapons, constantly ready to attack any intruders.
Upon seeing the warship charging, they roared in extreme anger. "Get out!"
However, their response was countless psychic bombs. Psychic mushroom clouds rose from the Warp.
Francis felt something watching him. He roared immediately, "Gork, help me! Waaaaaaagh!"
"Waaaaaagh! Gork, help me!"
Over four thousand Ork boys shouted with fanatical eyes, even performing a war dance within the warship.
A massive, illusory Ork head appeared above the warship, roaring continuously.
Seeing this, Francis truly wanted to cry. His second brother was so good to him! He came right away!
A huge green energy enveloped the warship. Francis backhanded the blue daemon away, then roared furiously.
"They made me come here! It was them, and then our spaceship broke!"
With a crash, the warship plunged into the city wall, creating a large crater before changing direction and continuing to fly outward.
"Cho! I can't stop at all!" Francis's voice stretched long, echoing through space.
After a massive tremor, the scene gradually stabilized. Countless Khorne daemons emerged from the fortress, looking at the Tzeentch daemons on the ground.
"We're all Chaos followers. You have to believe us. This was all that Ork's doing!"
"At least we weren't trying to mess with you right now. This wasn't our plan."
The Tzeentch daemons huddled together, looking at the hundreds of Khorne daemons surrounding them.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"
Soon, incredibly tragic screams erupted there.
Francis dropped a few bombs when passing through Slaanesh's labyrinth, dropped a few when passing through Father Nurgle's garden, and threw the blue daemons into these places.
"Hahaha! You love to mess around, don't you! Come mess around with me!"
"Waaaaaaagh!"
Francis continued to dart around, though this was also because he couldn't stop now.
"All of you stick your feet out and give me a foot-brake!"
On Signus Prime, in the Cathedral of the Mark of Chaos:
"Aaah!"
Sanguinius, Primarch of the Blood Angels Legion, drew his longsword, banishing the last daemon.
At this moment, he was like a blood-soaked archangel. His golden armor shone even brighter after being stained with blood.
Finally, only one Greater Daemon remained in the cathedral, Kairos Fateweaver.
He had transformed from the human form of a priest back to his true form. He had two goat-like head, two pairs of slender, pale arms, one pair with great claws, the other wielding a sword and shield.
If Francis were here, he would surely shout, "You're not lewd enough at all!"
But standing here was Sanguinius. He merely frowned slightly.
"Clap clap clap! Excellent! Absolutely excellent!" Kairos clapped continuously, his eyes full of provocation, his body trembling slightly. If it weren't to corrupt his opponent, he might have already attacked.
Suddenly, he changed his tone, narrowing his eyes as he continued, "What a pity, your sons are falling into madness. Haha! And you don't dare let your Father know. Hahaha!"
Clang!
Sanguinius raised his sword, looking at the other with anger. "You won't be laughing for long, heretic!"
"Don't rush! Don't rush! I haven't finished yet. Don't you want them to overcome this flaw completely? Can you bear to see them ultimately destroyed by the Imperium? Don't you want to save them?"
Kairos twisted his body continuously, his voice like a whisper from the abyss.
Stepping aside, behind him was a black flame. Its base resembled a person, or more accurately, a dead Blood Angel.
Kairos continued to tempt, "See, this is the root cause of your sons falling into the Red Thirst. As long as you are willing to throw yourself into this flame in their stead, your sons will forever be free from the thirst for blood. As long as you accept it, it will grant you the power to cure the Red Thirst."
Along with the whispers of the daemon, countless visions of the future appeared before Sanguinius.
He saw the Emperor sitting high on his throne in the Terra Palace, surrounded by the Custodes below him. Not far away, the Blood Angels were also encircled by the Custodes and Silent Sisters.
"Sanguinius, I will grant you a new Legion. They are no longer fit to be warriors of the Imperium!"
The Emperor's benevolent voice, at this moment, felt incredibly cold in Sanguinius's heart.
"No! Father! They are all my children!" Sanguinius shouted.
"No! This cannot be! It cannot be!"
"No, don't!"
Sanguinius's eyes were frantic, and he roared madly as countless Custodes held him, preventing him from running out.
The Blood Angels stood there, bewildered, shouting.
"Father! Where are you?"
"Father! Why are they surrounding us! What have we done wrong!"
"No! We are loyal to the Imperium!"
"Aaaaaaaah!"
The Custodes encircled them, and hundreds of Warlord Titans emerged, beginning a brutal bloodbath against the Blood Angels on the ground.
Even so, the Blood Angels did not attack their opponents. They continuously called out to their Father, asking why this was happening.
"No! They did nothing wrong!" Sanguinius cried out.
"It's my fault!"
"It's my fault!"
Sanguinius shed tears of blood in immense pain, but at this moment, the Emperor continued.
"Don't suffer, child. I will erase your memories of this."
Hearing this, Sanguinius became even more frantic. He didn't want to forget! He didn't want to forget!
"No, no, no! This cannot be!"
Boom!
The scene before him went black, and Sanguinius's consciousness returned to the Cathedral of the Mark of Chaos.
His face was ashen, and his heart ached immensely. He could not accept that all of his sons had been executed. He did not want to be purged entirely like the Second and Eleventh Legions.
"See! This is your future! This is the future of the Blood Angels," Kairos said, watching this scene with great excitement. "Only Chaos can save you. If you accept it, you can avoid all of this."
His breathing became more rapid as he constantly licked his lips. Another secret was about to be known to him. He felt like he was about to burst. Indeed, the secrets in everyone's hearts were the most delicious!
"Primarch! No!" Meros shouted.
"Primarch, stop quickly!"
Meros and the other Blood Angels roared, pulling Sanguinius with all their might. They didn't know what the Primarch had seen, but that black flame was definitely not a good thing. They absolutely could not let the Primarch touch it.
However, they couldn't hold him back. The Primarch's strength was beyond their resistance. Deep furrows were continuously carved into the ground. Even their bodies were bleeding.
"I cannot let you be destroyed. I will absolutely not let you be destroyed," Sanguinius said. "I will definitely save you..."
Sanguinius gently pushed away the Blood Angels in front of him, walking steadily toward the black flame.
At this moment, he felt that even if he died, he must save the Blood Angels Legion. He would not let his sons die before him.
Just as he was about to touch the flame, Meros, the Blood Angel who had been pleading with him, suddenly leaped out in front of him.
"Primarch, go quickly!"
With a boom, the vortex of black flame enveloped Meros's entire body. Seeing this, Sanguinius frantically pounded on the barrier, but he could not break the Warp connection that was being established.
"No!"
At the same time, as Meros established a connection with the Warp, he saw his comrades from the future speaking to him.
At that moment, he smiled. He smiled because he realized he had made the best decision of his life. The Primarch must live!
Understanding all of this, Meros's consciousness returned here. He could feel that he still had time.
He pulled out his power sword. With immense pain, he tore a long gash in his own body. Next, he took out his medical kit, roughly inserted it into his flesh, and forcibly extracted his progenoid gland. Then he sealed it in a device.
He threw it to the struggling Sanguinius, and finally said, extremely weakly, "I will forever be loyal to the Blood Angels, and it will continue to protect you for me."
Boom!
Following this, an endless inferno melted and deformed him. The flesh on his face twisted into a hollow mask, its malevolence far exceeding any feigned agony. His armor turned dark and grotesque, steam rising from its joints, and its shell trembled as it struggled to contain energies never meant to be confined to this reality.
In the shadows of the Warp, a pair of ghostly, blood-soaked wings briefly unfurled from Meros's scarred back, anointing the shattered remains with illusory, dripping blood.
The next moment, the remains vanished. In its place was a Blood God daemon, constantly burning with flames, who stared blankly at his current body. He was confused, wondering why it wasn't the Primarch.
"Who are you! What have you done to Meros! Where is he!" Sanguinius clenched his fists, staring intently at the daemon, roaring continuously.
The fire daemon pointed to its chest and laughed maliciously. "Heh heh, you can call me the Red Angel. As for the one you're asking about, he should be right here. Hahahaha!"
"Release him immediately! Otherwise, I will not spare you!" Sanguinius raised the sword in his hand, his eyes terrifyingly cold.
"Heh heh! That's impossible! You will lose Meros forever. He will embrace the Blood God. Hahahaha!"
Hearing this, Sanguinius suppressed his boundless rage and said with extreme solemnity, "No matter who you serve, and no matter what kind of cooperation Horus and they have reached, I swear that as long as I, Sanguinius, am alive, I will not let your plans succeed. One day, I will rescue Meros from your hands, no matter the cost!"
Hearing this, the Red Angel still shook his head. "Heh heh! Then good luck to you. At least for now, your Meros will embrace the Blood God with me."
After speaking, the daemon stepped into the fiery vortex, preparing to return to the Warp. The other party posed no threat to him now.
Just as he had stepped in with one foot, he heard the roar of Orks coming from the Warp.
"Ya-hoo! Speeding is awesome! Waaaaaaaaagh!"
"Boss, there's a hole there, eh!"
"Waaaaaaaagh! Go through the hole! Go through the hole! Go through the hole!"
"There's a red ball right at the entrance, a hole-in-one! Yo-ho!"
Just as the Red Angel was wondering why Orks would appear in the Warp, speeding, the massive Abyss Howl had already charged directly in front of him. The originally small hole was instantly torn open by the gigantic warship.
Rumble!
With a bang, the Red Angel was sent flying by the warship. Even his original shield was disintegrated by the green Waaaaaaagh energy.
The massive warship tore apart the already small cathedral.
Kairos, standing behind the flames, did not see the warship appear at first due to a blind spot. As a result, he was crushed by the warship that jumped out.
The other Blood Angels and Sanguinius, because they were standing in front, dodged at the first moment and escaped harm.
Sanguinius looked at the Red Angel, whose limbs had disappeared from the impact, and then at the gigantic warship in front of him. For a moment, he didn't know what to say.
Moreover, at this moment, the green-skinned Ork Francis, wearing a commissar's hat, poked his head out and asked, somewhat confused, "Where did this take me? Is this still in the Imperium?"
Sanguinius stared in silence.
The Blood Angels stared in silence.
And the Red Angel, lying on the ground, roared weakly. "You... you... you..."
[End of Chapter]