The blood is flowing, and the soul in the blood is rising.

The servants of Chaos wielded their swords and sacrificed their heads and blood.

And in the center of the magic circle that was piled up to form the Jingguan, a huge blood pool was filling up rapidly.

The face of the deceased emerged in the blood, and corresponding to the location of the real universe, the kingdom of the Blood God deep in the subspace was slowly opening.

On the throne, which was piled with bare bones and brass, the terrifying figure felt the sacrifice.

Then a ray of blood that was so rich that it was nauseating was lowered from the kingdom of God in the blood god's pleasure.

"It's done!"

Seeing the bloody light emerging from the capital, the fallen Astartes felt relieved.

The rising power is absorbing the blood in the ceremony, and then, after condensing the power of the soul within it, it emits penetrating light toward the distant depths of the void.

Then the black fleet appeared.

The red light originating from the Blood God penetrated the barrier of reality and went straight to the other end of the hazy star field - behind the Eye of Terror.

Under siege by the empire, the fleet under the Black Warmaster finally found a way to penetrate the defenses.

A subspace route that had never been traveled by anyone suddenly appeared in front of the Black Legion's fleet.

And everyone on the Spirit of Vengeance knows that this is the gods using their infinite power to help the person they favor.

Warmaster of the Black Legion, heir to the great Gene-Father Horus Luperkar, master of the Word of Terror, and co-master of all Chaos Astartes—Abaddon.

He sat majestically on the throne, and the Claw of Horus and the magic sword Draconion, which symbolized his authority, were quietly by his side.

Hundreds of Astartes warriors from different legions stood quietly in the hall under his throne.

And at the center of this power that could destroy half of the empire were the warriors he trusted most, the former Sons of Horus.

They are his sword and his shield.

It is the hand with which he carries out his will, and it is the cornerstone on which he relies to maintain his status.

As the vanguard of the Black Legion and the leader of Abaddon's Guards - Farkus Kaibo.

As a matter of course, he led his war gang and stood proudly at the forefront of the legion.

"Go and bring it back for me..."

Abaddon said this, while his eyes were looking at Farkus 1 Kaibo.

So the Messengers of Despair rode on battleships and appeared on the agricultural world called Farr ahead of the main force of the grand fleet.

The purpose of his trip was to bring back the sacred object that the Warmaster needed in the prophecy.

The void was torn apart and the portal was opened.

Twenty battleships covered with blasphemous runes jumped out of the twisted energy vortex.

Macrocannons are taking aim and fighter planes are gathering.

The Chaos Fleet quickly completed its observation of the surrounding environment. After confirming that there was no threat, it descended straight down. While occupying the upper orbit, it began to project a "rain of fire" to the ground...

So beautiful.

The Chaos Astartes on Zerita Hive sighed.

And those "meteors" that were full of blood and destruction in his eyes quickly approached him after breaking through the atmosphere.

In the archives at that time, Sulla and his team had just found the Inquisitor's relics after a difficult battle.

But they didn't know that now that the whereabouts of the holy objects had finally been determined, they themselves had become the enemy's guides.

"Follow them..." Alstin was on the Eldar spaceship, giving orders to the infiltration troops on the ground.

Aboard the Silver Dawn, which was still at the edge of the galaxy, Calvin also noticed the changes occurring in the center of the galaxy.

"Twenty battleships..." Calvin looked at the data fed back from the Silver Dawn.

Standing on both sides of the long table in front of him were senior officers from the entire fleet.

The black fleet was distributed on the holographic projector in front of him, and the main ships among them were highlighted.

"Eight capital ships..." Tabos added.

"Can we fight?" Calvin looked at the former, and Tabos also understood the implication of the original body's words.

As a Glory Queen-class battleship, the Silver Dawn will naturally not be afraid of an opponent of this level.

Among these battleships belonging to the Chaos side, except for the two battleships that were still a threat, there was not even a third battleship that could withstand the full blow of the Queen of Glory.

But the enemies here are not just these traitors.

The alien fleet may appear at any time, and as the leader of the fleet, he must take these variables into consideration.

A rich, but very likely battle to descend into a melee.

Of course it's not a problem whether he can fight or not, but he really can't guarantee whether he can successfully complete the goal.

"I can fight!" Tabers gritted his teeth and stood up from his seat to assure him.

"As long as they completely enter low orbit, within 20 hours... no, within 10 hours, I am sure the battle will be over!"

"You said it!" Calvin nodded at Tabos, then put away his smile and looked around.

"You heard me? The fleet is confident that the battle will be over within 20 hours.

The number of enemies on the ground is unknown, but it won't be too many.

Our principle is to fight quickly and not give the enemy a chance to reinforce.

Are you sure?"

"We?" The officers, including the Tindaros Legion, looked at each other, and everyone's eyes finally looked towards the end of the seat.

"We have no problem, but what is the strategic purpose? To take over the defense here, or to seize the sacred objects and then evacuate?"

Sir Sutherland felt the pressure, and then looked at the airdrop pods that were scattering to the ground on the holographic projector.

His question made everyone turn their attention to Farr's ground again.

In particular, the commanders of the Tindaros Legion frequently glanced at various defense nodes.

"Strategic purpose..." Calvin was also thinking.

Reinforcements from the direction of Lucius have yet to arrive, but the enemy's strength is increasing.

The chaos fleet in front of us will definitely not be the enemy's main force.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! And if that holy object is really as important as Calvin thought.

Then once this force is defeated, the opponent will definitely counterattack with a stronger force...

"Prepare to hold on." Calvin looked at the people in the Tindaros Legion and consulted them with his eyes.

Naturally, these veterans who have been fighting for many years didn't say anything. They just stood up simply and neatly to express their determination to their commander.

"Then it's settled." Calvin made up his mind and was the first to leave the meeting room.

The original body's guard followed closely behind, and with heavy steps, the group began to assemble towards the maintenance hall on the upper level of the battleship.

The Imperial fleet, which was originally dormant at the edge of the galaxy, also began to march towards the interior of the galaxy amidst the blazing tail flames of the plasma engine.

In the galaxy of Farr's agricultural world, some small and secret monitoring stations are releasing observed information to the outer reaches of the galaxy with hidden radio waves.

In the atmosphere, those fallen Astartes belonging to the Black Legion have already set foot on the land of the world of Farr amidst the roar and explosion of the death claws.

Tom! Tom! Tom! Tom!

The dense trajectories of logging guns flew over the heads of the Death Watch.

After the tactical cover of smoke bombs, a plasma pistol shot from Sulla finally eliminated the source of the noise.

After leaving the archives, the special agent team searched for the map and found the secret sanctuary.

Finally, the lost sanctuary was found on the bottom floor of the hive city.

And in this sanctuary, they finally saw the target of their mission—the legendary holy object that was cared about by the Heretic Inquisitor Wellskin.

Hand of Darkness, this was the name they saw outside the stasis station where the holy objects were kept.

However, the shape of this sacred object has nothing to do with "hands". It is just a diamond-shaped stone object that looks like an energy battery.

But this obviously shouldn't be their concern, and they don't have time to care about it.

Sulla and others just took out the sacred object, placed it in a special safe, and then started to transfer it with it on their backs.

The enemy was pursuing so closely that within a few minutes after they walked out of the sanctuary, another fierce gunfire rang out from Brother Severn who was exploring the way ahead.

"They are waiting!" Sulla said the right nonsense.

"Who are you waiting for?" Miris asked subconsciously, and immediately understood what Sura meant.

Waiting for reinforcements?

Of course, they have been waiting for reinforcements.

But from the enemy's increasingly fierce and fearless posture, Miris also felt the pressure on them.
To be continued...