Chapter 112 02.0111: "The Wrath of Sanguinius (Part )"

Horatio lowered his head, standing in the dark vision, white feathers slowly falling from the inky black sky.

With a gloomy face, he raised his head and caught a small piece of it.

Even with just that small piece, he could feel a powerful force surging.

This feather seemed to be revealing that it could only borrow a small part of its psychic attunement now.

But even this small portion of power is quite powerful.

The ferocious swords and axes were getting closer and closer, and the Khorne warriors were roaring and shouting at him.

He seemed to see the evil ascended demon Angron swinging his axe towards him.

The chainsword was instantly raised from Horatio's hand to his front.

Buzz! ! ——

The swords of both sides collided with each other, flying dazzling sparks.

There is immense hatred between people and between weapons.

After several rounds of fighting, the Khorne warrior could no longer tell whether the person he was fighting was a Space Marine or a mortal he saw with his own eyes.

The movements of this mortal were more agile and swift than before, and at one point he even felt overwhelmed. However, such tremendous strength was able to repel a berserker serving Khorne.

What's even more terrifying is that after staying in the Eye of Fear for a long time, he can clearly feel a unique and terrifying psychic power emanating from the mortal in front of him.

This psychic power was obviously not the power of Khorne, but he could feel a terrifying murderous intent and strong hatred and anger.

Just as he was distracted by surprise, the Whip of the Immaculate Angel broke through the cross defense of the two axes at a speed beyond his imagination and went straight to his shoulder. It was so fast that it seemed like the Crimson Archangel was swinging a whip of punishment at him.

The sharp saber teeth spun at high speed, and the scarlet ceramic steel shell emitted a piercing wail.

The teeth emitting a faint golden light bit through the huge and solid shoulder armor of the Space Marine, followed by a rough roar of tearing flesh and blood flying everywhere.

In just a blink of an eye, his forearm, which was holding the chainsaw axe tightly, fell to the ground.

[How is it possible! I had one of my hands chopped off by a mere mortal! ! ? ?] He looked at the blood-spattered cut, in disbelief and amazement.

This psychic power greatly enhanced Horatio's senses and reactions. The most important thing was that this power combined with the omen fragment revealed to him the opponent's next two moves, which largely helped him make up for the weaknesses of his mortal body and force feedback power armor.

The Khorne warriors quickly retreated and kept their distance.

Horatio walked towards him with an extremely oppressive aura, swung the Holy Blood Chainsword downward with force, scattering flesh and blood on the ground, and then resumed his stance.

He gradually accelerated, from a jog to a sprint, and leaped up to chop at the head of the Khorne warrior.

The Berserker fought back with all his might, using his only remaining chainsaw axe to block the sabertooth.

Horatio suddenly pressed his hand down, and a powerful force pressed down on the Khorne Space Marine like a ten-ton rock.

The legs of this strong man blessed by the evil god of the subspace began to tremble, and the arm holding the Holy Blood Chainsaw Sword went from trembling slightly at the beginning to shaking violently.

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One of his legs fell to one knee on the ground, and soon the second leg broke as well.

"Just a mere mortal! Just a lamb destined to be slaughtered by us!" he roared.

He roared and raged, the psychic readings around him beginning to rise dramatically, his eyes glowing a terrifying red.

Whatever he wants to do, Horatio will stop his evil plans.

This time, he wouldn't let this guy hurt anyone he was protecting.

『+Highest Power+』

A long, thin crack suddenly appeared on the chainsaw axe.

The Khorne warrior looked in horror at the bloodthirsty axe that had accompanied him in battles and chopped off countless heads, and was now breaking into pieces.

A violent shattering sound erupted, and the chainsaw axe exploded into countless pieces. Some of the teeth directly pierced the Khorne warrior's helmet eyepiece, bursting his scarlet eyeballs.

"Ah!!!" he screamed miserably.

Countless mortals had howled in fear as they were killed under his iron boots, but he had never imagined that one day he would be overthrown by a mere ant-like mortal.

The Holy Blood Chainsaw Sword pressed down, and the high-speed rotating sword teeth split his horn helmet, and flesh and blood burst out from the back of his head.

Amid screams and wails, Horatio ruthlessly extended his iron hand towards the "Butcher's Nail" on the forehead of the "Ascended Demon Angron" in front of him.

In full view of the crowd, Horatio suddenly flew upwards and tore the skull of the Khorne warrior apart with his bare hands. The flying fragments and blood soaked his armor. Whether it was Arbitrator Javert, Sergeant Valina, Louise, or the Blood Angel veterans who saw this scene, they all felt incredibly surprised.

"How could he do that..." The injured Arbitrator covered his wound and looked at Horatio. The last time he saw him tearing a secondary Chaos Egg with his bare hands, he knew that this kid was extraordinary, but tearing the skull of a Khorne Chaos Space Marine into pieces was too exaggerated.

"I'm afraid I can't beat this guy now." Sergeant Valina supported Louise and snorted at herself.

"Horatio..." Louise frowned and looked at Horatio, who was covered in blood, with concern.

She was afraid that he was corrupted, but the faint golden light that appeared and disappeared around Horatio seemed to reassure her.

Only the Blood Angel veterans who participated in the battle found that a strange illusion seemed to appear before their eyes - they saw that above the young man's head, there was an angel in golden armor doing the same movements as him.

The masked angel looked so much like their genetic father that many Blood Angels were inspired and shouted "For Sanguinius!" as they launched a fierce attack on the enemy.

The body of the Khorne Space Marine staggered and fell to the ground, and Horatio crushed the skull fragments in his hand into powder and scattered them on the ground.

He turned and looked at the enemies that were coming in like a tide. The Blood Angels and the subsequent supporting Imperial troops and Battle Sisters were fighting fiercely with Demons and Khorne Space Marines. Thousands of people gathered in the huge cathedral to fight.

Every huge church column can cause hundreds of people to fight against demons.

In his eyes, it was as if he was at the Eternal Gate during the Siege of Terra.

Everything is so similar, countless enemies are about to be destroyed.

Horatio wordlessly swung his sword at all enemies in front of him. He was not afraid of any enemy, whether it was a vampire or a space marine.

Sanguinius's rage overwhelmed all other emotions.

Only the surging and determined fighting spirit remained.

He rushed to the front, where the Romain Rolland brothers were charging in anger, and also the most dangerous place on the battlefield.

The Brother, caught up in the Dark's rage, had already hacked three Khorne Space Marines to pieces.

Even though his armour was tattered and his helmet shattered from the siege, the warrior who had witnessed the demise of his primarch still retaliated tenfold with the most terrible desperate rage.

Out of the corner of his furious eyes he caught a glimpse of Horatio fighting beside him.

But in his eyes, it was just a vague and strange golden light, not Horus, the enemy who killed his father.

"Ahhh!!!" The Khorne warrior who was injured by Brother Romain Rolland screamed.

The monk used his sharp teeth to tear off the traitor's ears and tear the flesh from his face.

His fangs pierced the bones of the Khorne warrior, and with a dull thud, red and white brain matter spurted out.

The next second, the monk's hand tore off the traitor's entire face, squeezed it into a wrinkled ball, and then stuffed his fist into the howling mouth of the Khorne warrior.

He vented his violence and roared, vowing to return the pain his genetic father had endured to the 'Horus' in front of him.

The veterans around him noticed the strangeness of Brother Romain Rolland, and they knew very well that this was a complete outbreak of blood thirst accompanied by black rage.

But soon, as the intensity of the battle continued to escalate.

With the dual blessing of the power of Khorne and the angels, these Second Company Holy Blood veterans broke out with the most intense blood thirst one after another.

The fighting in the church seemed like a melee among gods. The destruction that was impossible for mortals to accomplish was turning the solemn front hall of the entire church into a front-line battlefield.

A daring Thunderhawk gunship even risked being destroyed by rushing in through the wide gate and raining fire on the vampires below.

From the violent bombardment of radical adventures, it can be seen that even the Space Marine pilots are caught in a blood-thirsty rage.

"Mortals, stand last. Don't come near!" A Blood Angel sergeant in golden shoulder armor roared a final warning before he became bloodthirsty.

The Blood Angels turned into demons. Their movements were no longer graceful and their bodies were covered with weapons. They killed demons and Khorne Chaos Space Marines without regard for the consequences and even caused casualties among the mortals on the frontier.

But they are undoubtedly efficient slaughtering machines.

The vampires who had recovered their strength seemed so weak in front of a dozen blood angels who embraced genetic defects.

A red wall, accompanied by explosions, continued to push towards the red tide until it reached the door of the church.

Some battle brothers who were extremely thirsty for blood simply grabbed the corpses of mortals on the ground and drank from them, allowing their genetically modified bodies to burst out with even more powerful combat power.

"Guard the portal! The master will not allow us to fail. Cut off their heads and offer them to decorate His throne!" The Khorne warrior picked up the chainsaw axe and roared at the approaching red wall of the Blood Angels.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull throne!"

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