"He is cunning, despicable, cruel, and insane!!!" Thoughts of the gods regarding the God Emperor of Humanity.
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Waif took a deep breath and smiled, showing a smile that was, at the very least, terrifying. "The sweet, deadly air, still so dirtily delicious." Her blood-red eyes stared at Sanguinius with a smile and an amused look.
"Where is your little emperor? Still sitting on that Ruby Throne serving as slaves for mere humans?" The God of Many-Faced asked, circling Sanguinius, observing his body with great interest.
"That's none of your business, worm." Sanguinius replied with a sarcastic tone as he cautiously looked at the God of Many-Faced using the body of a small ten-year-old girl. The temperature was so cold that a white cloud formed every time he spoke.
The God of Death smiled and was not offended. He was an assassin; he was a master in the art of provocation and assassination; a human child would need many years to make him feel something like anger.
"How cute, why don't you go back to your little emperor and serve him like a good dog?" The God of Death asked with a smile as he looked at his armor; his experienced eyes soon found the flaws in the armor.
"I am a dog, and what are you? A vulture or a rat?" Sanguinius was also not offended by the words of the Evil God before him. Serving the Emperor was something sacred, honorable, and glorious; how could he feel ashamed of such a thing!
However, when Sanguinius was about to speak, he noticed that the God of Death disappeared and reappeared before him with an amused smile.
"Honestly, I really like your words." He said as his hand moved towards Sanguinius's chest. The armor, which was once invincible before any human, became fragile before a god.
His extremely sharp nails pierced the armor and advanced towards Sanguinius's heart!
Everything happened in less than a second, so fast that not even Sanguinius could keep up with the God of Death's movements. In the final instant, when the blade was about to pierce his heart, he made the flames explode in front of him, propelling him backward.
"You dodged!" The God of Death exclaimed in surprise. Unlike the vessel used to meet Aenar years ago, this body was the perfect vessel for him, being able to exert much divine power. So, Sanguinius dodging was surprising in his eyes.
Looking at the hole in his armor, Sanguinius's eyes became solemn. His white wings fully unfolded, and he flew into the air. The Chainsword began to expel white flames in a controlled manner.
Looking at the white flames, the God of Death showed an expression full of interest. "I must say, Blood Magic using energy from that filthy dimension is truly extraordinary. These flames are even capable of burning divine power." He said with a genuine tone of admiration.
Divine power might seem complicated, but it wasn't; it was simply the power of sentient beings' faith. In a sense, it was similar to Warp energy, but instead of being polluted, it was a cleaner energy.
Of course, there were clear disadvantages. Once faith ends, the gods will simply fall into a deep sleep or, in the worst consequences, die directly. This is one of the reasons the God of Death personally descended.
Even if this body died, he had to show that he cared about his believers. Otherwise, when the Long Night ends, he would fall into a deep sleep, or even die directly given his dark reputation.
Sanguinius did not respond; the sword in his hand went towards the Evil God. The speed was completely dizzying, reaching the God of Death extremely quickly. The Primarch had used his flames to propel his movements.
The God of Death was surprised but could not completely dodge the attack. His shoulder was simply torn in a straight line. Blood splattered in the air as his body was thrown backward by inertia.
Looking at his shoulder, the God of Death touched the blood with his finger and licked it with a smile. Divinity had nothing to do with regeneration, so he could not heal, but he didn't care much.
Everything that was happening at that moment was a moment of fun; he just wanted to see Aenar's creations and really liked what he saw. The Primarch flame warriors were impressive, so impressive that he wanted the blood magic of Valyria.
"I changed my mind; I will imprison and dissect you to find out how you were created." The God of Death said with a smile.
However, the smile on his face soon hardened. Looking down, he saw the upper half of his body being separated from the lower half of his body!
Looking confusedly back, he found an incredibly tall man with dark skin and white hair and beard.
"This is impossible!" The God of Death's eyes widened in complete shock and disbelief. He was the God of Death and Assassination; there was not even a being who could escape his perception, but here he was, being cut in half by a hidden attack!
Suddenly, he understood, looking at Vulkan's body. The God of Death widened his eyes even more and said with an incredulous tone. "Your body has no warmth of life; your presence is like a volcanic rock."
Vulkan did not respond or even bother to respond to the enemy; his magma-covered fist hit the God of Death's head squarely!
"Aenar, you cunning bastard!!!" The God of Death roared with a tone full of anger. He was always considered the most cunning of the gods, always conspiring against others; this was the first time he had fallen into someone's trap.
Sanguinius looked at Vulkan confused; he thought he would have a fight to the death with the Evil God, but seeing what was happening, he knew that this was another of the Emperor's plans to deal with the God of Death.
"You couldn't know, or the God of Death would realize something was wrong." Seeing Sanguinius's expression, Vulkan said in a simple and calm tone. Even without being able to see the future, even a fool would guess that the God of Death would appear when the House of Black and White was invaded. It was the source of his power; how could he remain indifferent?
"Are our brothers also involved?" Sanguinius landed on the ground and retracted his wings; he asked curiously. He didn't feel uncomfortable being used; his feelings were irrelevant in the Emperor's plans.
"Horus and Sigismund have the same mission as mine." Now that the God of Death's vessel was killed, Vulkan no longer hid the plan and spoke directly. In this First Great Crusade, people were not the problem, but the gods and the infinite number of monsters.
Vulkan himself estimated that this crusade would last at least ten years, perhaps even three decades. It was a big project that would take time and could not be completed all at once. Especially with internal problems.
"The expression of that God of Death was interesting; he was furious." Sanguinius nodded and said with an amused smile. Seeing that expression on the deity's face made him feel very satisfied.
"Let's clean the city of its filthy dirt." Vulkan said as he stomped his foot on the ground. Glowing lava began to appear on the spot, gradually consuming the entire building.
Sanguinius nodded and left the House of Black and White with Vulkan, leaving the place to be destroyed by Vulkan's magma.
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How to find hidden heretics in a city with millions of people? Easy. Start criticizing their gods, and you will see the true face of a devout believer. Fanatical madmen who fought to prove their faith, just like the Primarchs and the Astartes.
That's what Sanguinius did; he arrived at the city square and simply began to speak loudly. He cursed the gods down to their eighteenth generation with the dirtiest words he could utter.
The City Square, which was crowded, exploded in curses of the most diverse kinds. Every person who cursed was dragged by the crowd and brought to a wooden platform next to Sanguinius.
However, Sanguinius did not order the immediate death of these people; if he started killing, he knew that people would remain silent and hide without any hesitation.
So, the Primarch let these people vent their anger while observing everything with a cold gaze. In Westeros, such a scene was rare, even nonexistent. In these three years, everyone devoutly prayed to the God who was guarding humanity on the Ruby Throne.
"People's faith is quite strong and loyal." Sanguinius commented with a calm tone.
"In times of need, people seek support from the gods." Vulkan replied with an equally calm tone. As a former Priest of the Red Faith, he knew very well the most effective methods for indoctrination. In times of need, people always sought relief and pleaded with the gods to take them out of the miserable lives they were living.
Seeing that the number of heretics was getting smaller and smaller, Sanguinius took a step forward and spoke loudly. "I am Sanguinius, Primarch of the Blood Angels Legion serving the God Emperor of Humanity."
Behind him, his wings fully unfolded, the white feathers burning with a white flame, making him appear even more sacred and noble.
People's eyes widened as they watched Sanguinius. They had never seen a being like him, beautiful, noble, and inhuman with white wings. A true angel. The Red Faith believers simply knelt before Sanguinius and looked at the Primarch as if observing a divine being.
"The God Emperor has finally looked upon Essos and will bring peace and prosperity to this continent abandoned by the gods." Sanguinius's voice spread through the crowd.
"He has only one request: love him as you would a father and mother, respect him, and worship him as your god."
"Those who refuse to believe in the true God are heretics, unworthy of feeling the Emperor's grace."
"Accept the one true God and you will live in safety and peace."
As soon as Sanguinius finished speaking, he flew over the crowd, opening his arms, as if wanting to embrace everyone.
How could people resist Sanguinius's tempting words? Especially after living with insecurities, hunger, and fear of one day dying in the mouths of monsters. They were seeing a true miracle before them; how could they not worship the envoy of the God of Humanity?
"GOD EMPEROR OF HUMANITY!!!!"
"GOD EMPEROR OF HUMANITY!!!!"
"GOD EMPEROR OF HUMANITY!!!!"
The believers who were already faithful to the Red Church simply adored what they heard and began to shout, their voices loud and full of hope. In his environment, people who had previously been hesitant stopped hesitating and began to shout together.
Vulkan watched everything with a smile on his face. Sanguinius's appearance was essential for the scene before him to occur. There was no better propaganda boy than a beautiful and powerful angel.
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