Blood Mountain.

Looking down from a high altitude, this huge mountain range is like a fresh human spine displayed in the red desert.

The huge red stones on the sunny side of the mountain range are fresh flesh and blood dotted on the spine. The fortress of the feared alien mutant force, the Brass Brotherhood, is located on a steep cliff in this mountain range.<

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From the outside.

This fortress is just a rough palace built of red marble. Its columns, gates, and corridors on both sides are decorated with skulls of beasts and humans, as well as demon statues cast in brass.

Those snarling demons have a layer of mottled blood flowing on their bodies.

Under some supernatural power, the scarlet blood remains at the moment it spurts out from the arteries. It is exuding a stinky and sickly rotten smell all the time, stimulating the most primitive desire to kill in people's hearts.
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Follow the corridor and enter the interior of the mountain.

Only then did we discover that there is a cave inside. The huge and thick rock isolates the deadly radiation on Baceladus. It also allows the temperature inside to be maintained at a relatively constant level.

The gurgling water meanders through the mine, and various mushroom-type fungal plants grow in the moist mud on both sides. Some of the special species also flash with light blue fluorescence. If you ignore the

The shrill screams coming from the depths of the mine, the environment here can really be described as fairy tale-like scenery.

In the deepest part of the fortress.

In a hall that shone with scarlet light, ferocious chains with barbs hung from the ceiling. Eight huge pillars with devil statues engraved on them rose from the ground, and eight pillars were tied to each pillar.

A naked pure-blood slave.

Their wrists were cut by sharp blades, and scarlet blood spurted out. It gathered into a pool in the ravine at their feet, and then filled the blasphemous circle full of subspace power along the curved texture under the influence of gravity.

The raging tide of subspace power distorts the barrier between reality and illusion.

The magic circle was heated to an extremely high temperature under the influence of a certain will, and the blood kept making hissing sounds as it flowed, evaporating into a turbulent and rolling blood-red mist.

And in the middle of this fog.

It is Barnett, the leader of the Brass Brotherhood, who is known as the Butcher.

He was tall, more than two meters tall, and his skin was sickly pale. Countless centipede-like twisted scars were crawling and squirming on his body, and his strong muscles were beating and twitching uneasily due to severe pain, making a series of hums.

Overflowing from the mouth covered with an iron-toothed mask.

Two days ago.

Barnett heard the call.

Calling from the subspace, the figure on the brass throne lowered his gaze.

This sudden sight made Barnett ecstatic and his blood surged. A sacrifice was carried out without hesitation under his order, and the blood of a total of sixty-four pure-blood slaves gathered in the evil ritual.

Together, the power bursting out from it broke the barrier between the physical universe and subspace.

The air in front of me shattered like a mirror.

Threads of crimson tide spread out from it like stretched tentacles, wrapping it involuntarily.

When Barnett finally regained his sanity from the endless rage of blood, he realized that he had disappeared from the physical universe and stood in a majestic palace covered with molten brass, skulls and blood.<

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This palace is incredibly large.

Each pillar seems to support the entire magnificent universe, with no end as far as the eye can see.

The tides of the sea of ​​blood rise and fall, and the roars of trillions of demons are enough to melt brass.

But such terrifying power never moved the figure on the throne in the slightest. The blood-colored pupils shrouded in the shadows were just staring at a certain place in the vast universe.

His burning eyes fell on a small figure on a red planet.

The slender snow-white figure has angel-like wings from myths and legends. Her face is flawless, and her soul is holy and noble. However, in such a soul, there is a certain quality that is extremely coveted by the gods in charge of killing and destruction.

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It is a scarlet beast, a blood-red angel bound in a cage of reason. With just a little inducement, the emperor's angel can transform into his claws of honor, his bloody queen, and his sword-wielding sword.

Female!

And now - the inducement has appeared in front of him, he must consider whether this is his only chance in this life!

Click!

When the infinite sea of ​​blood stirred up waves due to the joy of Khorne.

Kneeling in the blood hall, the alien mutant Barnett, who was as small as dust, also raised his head uncontrollably. In a thousandth of an instant, he saw the figure on the throne.

It was so majestic that all the stars in the sky were covered behind him, leaving only endless blood red in the vast space.

And then——

Snap!

Barnett's eyes exploded.

He opened his mouth wide and wanted to roar in the severe pain. But his tongue burned fiercely like a wick, and the skin and flesh on his face began to melt like a candle, revealing the pale bones underneath. The bones were growing with life, and they were heavy.

Shape it into shape and grow the devil's iconic sharp horns.

Missile-length fangs proliferated from the lower jaw, and a tail thicker than an anchor rope swayed powerfully.

In the shadow of torn flesh and blood, bat-like wings stretched outward. The souls that were petrified into chains were cast into iron chains, and the melted flesh and blood washed away the tempered bronze armor. The cleft hooves of the devil and the falling skull of the god clanked.

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This monster kneaded by hatred enveloped his thoughts with its aura.

The echoes of a million things of anger and blood pulled Barnet like a tidal wave, and overflowing emotions washed through the entire temple.

The selfish and petty rage of a spoiled child; the raging and powerless fear of a victim; the thirst of a mad psyker; the unified and huge hatred of an entire army. And these are just the discards that this creature throws away.

Objects, footprints left by walking.

Kabanha - a true warp demon took over the mutant's frail body.

It bowed gracefully towards the figure on the throne, and its movements carried the calm and calm elegance of a killer.

"Your hound will hunt for you forever until it brings the prey back to your temple." Samus hissed, his long scarlet tongue swaying excitedly because of the coming blood.

When he raised his head again.
Chapter completed!