"My Emperor gave a gift; you have to accept it, even if you don't want to." Sanguinius's thought, Primarch of the Blood Angels Legion.
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Sanguinius wielded his custom Chainsword with a happy look. The spinning blade tore through the monsters with a brutality no other bladed weapon could match. The scene was extremely brutal and bloody.
Blood and internal organs splattered across the ground as Sanguinius casually tossed aside the body of a carriage-sized monster. The Primarch's red eyes stared at the approaching city with a cold gaze.
The city no longer held its six-thousand-year-old glory; it had become a true ruin infested with monsters. The tower symbolizing House Hightower was a mere shadow of its former self.
Half of the tower had collapsed, while the remaining part was consumed by black thorns that looked especially terrifying.
However, Sanguinius's and Vulkan's eyes were focused on the Old Sept of the Seven-Faced God. The place was obviously destroyed, but what caught their attention was the strange structure.
Strange because it seemed to be made of flesh, it pulsed as if it were a heart, and it exuded a putrid, disgusting smell. Bestial roars could be heard from within the structure of flesh and blood.
"The Nest," Vulkan said with an indifferent tone, looking at the entity responsible for the deaths of hundreds or millions of people in Westeros. The Nest was a true weapon of mass destruction used by the gods of Essos.
At the same time, this same Nest had almost driven humanity to extinction countless times in the past. There were three in Westeros and at least five in Essos, showing how large the population of Essos was.
Sanguinius snorted coldly and spoke with a murderous tone. "We will destroy this thing and deliver the gift the Emperor prepared for these gods."
Vulkan nodded and was eager to see the power of the "gift." According to the Emperor's words, this world would gain three more suns for a few minutes. Just imagining the scene made the usually expressionless Primarch's face show a fierce smile.
The two Primarchs, with two Legions accompanying them, quickly arrived at the city in grand style. The purest brutality began the moment the ruins of Oldtown were invaded.
The Astartes, with their Chainswords, brutally killed the monsters. Blood, guts, and internal organs flew everywhere. These monsters, who killed humans as if they were chickens, were now as easily killed as chickens.
Making his Chainsword tear a monster in half, Vulkan kicked the monster's body aside and continued killing as his armor became increasingly covered in blood.
Every time the sound of the chainsaw tearing flesh was heard, the Primarch reaped a monster with even greater ease than the Astartes. At the same time, the gift that every Primarch possessed revealed itself.
The ground beneath Vulkan transformed into lava due to the extremely high temperature his body exuded. With every step he took, the ground quickly heated up and turned red and yellow.
Vulkan's Chainsword began to spit lava as if it were a volcano. The sound of the chainsaw became even more terrifying at that moment; the disgusting smell of burning monster flesh hung in the air as the Primarch advanced against a horde of monsters.
Suddenly, Vulkan, who was killing a large number of monsters, stopped and looked ahead with a surprised gaze. The reason for his surprise was simple: there was an enormous monster before him.
As tall as a small wall (several tens of meters high), its body resembled a completely deformed deer with three heads and large horns made of flesh.
The monster let out a sharp, piercing, weeping sound, as if it were eternally suffering. Its size, appearance, and the feeling of terror were enough to kill a person from fright.
It was the first time Vulkan had seen such a large monster. He estimated that this monster was enough to destroy an entire region. Fortunately, they arrived before such a beast could roam the continent.
"Wow, what a big guy," Sanguinius said, posing next to Vulkan, with a surprised tone upon seeing the enormous monster.
"It seems the Nest sensed the danger and gave birth to an abomination to protect itself," Vulkan said with a calm and indifferent tone. His brown eyes stared at the monster with a cold gaze.
"No matter the size, it will die the same way," Sanguinius replied to Vulkan's words with a slightly interested tone in fighting such a monster. However, since Vulkan found the monster first, he had to ask his brother's permission.
"You can fight; I will destroy the Nest." Vulkan understood Sanguinius's intentions and didn't mind. If he were younger, like Sanguinius, perhaps he would hunger for glorious battles, but he cared more about the mission than facing a new monster.
Sanguinius smiled upon hearing Vulkan's words. "Thank you, brother!" he said happily. His Chainsword began to operate at full force as white flames covered the entire sword/chainsaw.
Without waiting for Vulkan's reply, Sanguinius spread his white wings to their fullest extent and flew towards the monster. There was a wide smile on the face of the Primarch of the Blood Angels.
Instantly arriving above the monster, Sanguinius brandished his Chainsword; the spinning blades rotated extremely fast as they tore through everything in front of them, regardless of hardness or texture.
Sanguinius mentally thanked Vulkan for creating such perfect weapons. This feeling of cutting so brutally was to his liking and that of all Primarchs. Real men must tear the enemy apart!
The middle head of the demonic deer was cut in half as Sanguinius's white flames consumed the creature's flesh and blood, purifying it!
Sanguinius had a smile on his face as blood flew everywhere, including on himself!
But the monster Sanguinius was fighting was not a mere monster; it was almost like a guardian of the Nest, made precisely to protect it. Besides being extremely strong, it had an incredibly high healing factor.
The next moment, the deer's third head was completely intact as if it had never been opened by the Blood Angels Primarch's Chainsword.
Sanguinius showed no fear; on the contrary, he became even more excited. He was at his peak, seeking battle and glory; he even preferred a difficult opponent to kill!
The monster let out a loud roar from its three heads; the sound waves silenced the ruins of Oldtown for a moment, but a second later, the entire city trembled, as if it were being hit by an earthquake.
But it wasn't an earthquake. Sanguinius looked at the largest horde of monsters he had ever seen with a smile. Looking at the Blood Angels Legion, he spoke loudly. "Whoever returns home with a clean sword will clean the bathrooms for an entire month!"
As soon as he said that, the Astartes, who were already committed to killing the monsters, became even more brutal and murderous. No one wanted to clean the bathroom, especially the bathrooms of the Military City, High Castle!
Turning his gaze back to the monster, Sanguinius said, "Where were we?"
"Oh, that's right, I was killing you!" he said with a wide smile on his face as he advanced against the monster again.
The Chainsword roared even louder and directly tore one of the monster's heads, but Sanguinius gave the creature no chance to retaliate and attacked again, cutting the second head instantly.
Unfortunately, before continuing the third attack, he was thrown backward by one of the deer's hooves, which hit him squarely.
Sanguinius looked at the leg that had grown in place of one of the heads with a shocked expression. He was caught off guard by this. He truly hadn't imagined that the monster could create another limb on another part of its body.
However, knowing this, Sanguinius became more alert and dared not underestimate the evil creature. "As the Emperor said, when the Lion fights the rabbit, he uses all his strength."
Remembering these words, Sanguinius admired the Emperor's wisdom and attacked again. This time, he attacked with full force; white flames accompanied the Chainsword, cutting the entire monster in half!
The white flames covered the monster's body in an instant, purifying the divine power within the monster before him, preventing regeneration from occurring again.
Sanguinius landed on the ground and took a deep breath; he looked at the gigantic monster cut in half with a satisfied expression. His strength had grown again. It would have been impossible for him to do this three years ago.
Suddenly, while Sanguinius was among his Astartes, who were relentlessly killing the horde of monsters, his red eyes focused on the Nest, more specifically on Vulkan.
At that moment, the Primarch of the Salamanders Legion had picked up a very curious item. It was no bigger than a baseball, it looked like a blood crystal, but Sanguinius felt a horrifying amount of power within that small ruby ball.
Although he knew it was a bomb, the Emperor said it was somewhat small, but he was talking about the ruby ball, not the explosion!!!
Vulkan didn't hesitate and threw the ruby ball at the Nest as if someone were throwing something in the trash.
The ruby left Vulkan's hand and began to glow intensely. The next moment, a red glow covered the entire city. Then, there was nothing for five seconds before chaos began.
The shockwave swept everything within a ten-kilometer radius. All the already fragile buildings of Oldtown were reduced to nothing. However, what truly impressed happened the next second.
A gigantic mushroom-shaped fireball rose into the sky.
At that moment, everyone within a five-hundred-kilometer radius could see a second red sun rising into the sky.
Sanguinius and Vulkan observed the divine power of the God Emperor firsthand; they couldn't help but marvel at the Emperor's power. It was something no one could resist, even if they didn't want to.
Aenar, who was on the Ruby Throne, felt his first gift explode and looked towards Oldtown. A smile appeared on his lips. No one knew, but this explosion was just a smokescreen.
The true gift had already arrived in a place no human had ever reached before. Although he had lost connection with it, Aenar knew that the gift had exploded on some unlucky god.
Since the Gods could send something to the planet, he could also send something to the dimension where the gods resided! Let them taste their own poison for the first time in their immortal lives!
Which god he had hit, he didn't know, but he didn't care; he had many enemies, and if he hit any of the gods, he would be immensely satisfied.
"Unfortunately, I cannot see the expression of the unlucky god who was hit by me." Although it was a shame not to have seen something so interesting, Aenar closed his eyes and patiently waited for the other explosions.
"I said, it's a gift prepared by me with great care and love," Aenar whispered with a sarcastic and ironic tone.
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