"Breathe - breathe!"

Sanguinius breathed heavily, veins popping out on his forehead.

The sweet smell of blood is lingering in the nose, and some kind of instinct bound in genes is reviving.

Sinking——

Her body is calling softly.

Longing for her to indulge in this innate gift.

"No!"

Sanguinius shouted.

She stepped back step by step, her head feeling severe pain as if it was exploding.

Her vision was blurry, the world was spinning, and it was like a roar from eternity rolling in her eardrums. Her consciousness was destroyed, and every superhuman perception was filled with rough power.

"No!" She gritted her teeth and spoke again in a roaring voice, "I refuse such a gift!"

Burning anger.

Let her regain a little bit of sanity from the chaos.

It's like being in the deep dark sea, with lightning, thunder, and storms, and you can only drive a leaky boat.

But even so.

Sanguinius still refuses to give up.

It's like the people of the pure-blood tribe walked to the end of the desert and saw a desperate venom swamp.

Sanguinius knew he was in dire straits, either because of recklessness or some other irresistible force.

But she will never choose to give up, she will use her greatest strength to veto fate.

The huge ax was also brought back to the temple.

At this time, it was held in Sanguinius's hand.

This bloody weapon was burning and hot, and there were huge blisters on the angel's palm.

The bubbles exploded again in the high temperature, and the transparent tissue fluid mixed with blood dripped down the long handle, making a hissing sound.

Even though it was painful, the hot blade still made the angel feel at ease.

She looked around.

I found myself in a huge palace.

This palace is vast, and the brass floor is stained red with blood.

There is fighting everywhere, demons, mortals, mutants, and many races that even Sanguinius cannot recognize at all.

They were intoxicated by the joy brought by the spilling of blood.

Use all your abilities.

Just to get a glimpse of the ancient god on the brass throne.

But——

They are doomed.

Because the god who is in charge of war and destruction on the throne has set all his eyes on the angel.

The four ancient gods of subspace, the emperors of mankind.

There was a transaction.

The seeds have been planted, time will allow them to germinate.

And now——

Even though the fruit on the branch is green, it is already the most joyful appearance of the Skull Throne.

He has no patience to wait any longer.

He wants to break the agreement.

Pick this fruit in advance and hold it in your arms.

Until forever.

But——

He is not the only one sitting at the poker table.

The moment when a huge bloody palm as big as the sky cap fell out of thin air, setting off billions of scarlet lightnings of destruction.

The subspace is making waves.

Three equally great powers emerged from the shadows.

The yellow ichor gurgled, the Nurglings sang loudly, and the yellow-green branches spread and grew. Half of them were full of life, with flowers blooming in the flesh; while the other half withered and withered, wrapped in the ashes of decay.

Crystal-like birds flutter their wings, bringing endless changes in messengers. Sparkling light falls, muscles mutate and swell, and tens of thousands of eyes cluster on the sticky tentacles.

The purple mist is dense, like rotten flowers, so sweet that it makes you sick. The perfect and enchanting snake-shaped body snakes and crawls in the bloody palace, sometimes tightening and sometimes relaxing.

The figure on the brass throne roars.

The authority he controls is closest to the nature of subspace, so he should be the strongest among the four gods.

And this palace is His domain and cannot be invaded by outsiders.

Roar!

Among the roars that created the world.

Bloody thunder fell like raindrops, swaths of stars collapsed and disintegrated, 88,888 huge volcanoes rumbled and erupted, and thick blood mist spewed out from them.

The yellow-green branches were burned away by the bloody flames.

The purple crystal bird was defeated by thunder.

The monster crawling like a snake was cut off by a huge sharp blade, and the figure on the throne won the final victory.

A huge bloody palm covered with scales and armor descended from the sky, piercing the rolling black mist, carrying the power of destruction.

Irresistible, inescapable, and disobedient!

Only surrender!

"I will never fall!"

A bloody line twisted and exploded in the white of the eye.

Angel roars!

She clenched the sharp blade in her hand and slashed it towards the rolling bloody sky.

Boom!

There was a loud noise out of thin air.

The vast arena suddenly fell into silence.

All the Khorne demonic armies, bloodthirsty believers, and bloodletting demons were shocked by the anger displayed by the angel at this moment.

After fighting in several eternal battlefields, I fell into a moment of peace.

The bloodthirsty demon Kabanha kneels on the ground.

Being chained in a corner as punishment for failure.

His thick arms held his head, and his dragon-like bright yellow vertical pupils were trembling.

The ax of the ancient gods that had killed countless powerful enemies for him was now being held by an angel, bursting with unprecedented brilliance.

His mood was so weird that it was hard to describe.

"Hahaha!"

With a chuckle, two angels, golden and black, appeared behind Sanguinius at the same time.

The black flames burn blazingly and never-ending, as if they want to completely burn all the concepts in this world into nothingness before they give up.

"Only we can save you." The guardian angel's voice was full of compassion.

He flapped his wings forward, and then turned into a rain of light and dispersed.

The passage of time is frozen.

The giant bloody hand was hovering in mid-air, about two or three kilometers away from Sanguinius. She could clearly see the mottled blood stains on it.

"Only we can destroy your enemies." The Angel of Destruction embraced Sanguinius from behind.

At the moment when His body collapsed, his power was completely released.

Flames hotter than a million suns exploding at the same time shot up from the sharp blade into the sky. Countless demons were vaporized in the howl, and even their existence itself was completely destroyed.

The bloody temple trembled violently, and the broken tiles and skulls mixed with molten brass fell and collapsed.
To be continued...