Chapter 114: Khorne? No, It's Asun!
Sanguinius was plunged into a dark illusion, his mind torn apart by frantic visions, with blood and hatred tightly coiling around him like chains.
His own warriors had fallen, becoming puppets of daemons. Terra was engulfed by fire and death. Horus stood on a corrupted pedestal, letting out victorious cackles.
He was about to be torn to shreds by this illusion when a faint but familiar voice rang out.
"Wake up, Father." It was Kairos's voice. The voice was like a single drop of water falling into a calm lake!
Sanguinius suddenly opened his eyes, finding himself still on the battleship wreckage, the stench of corruption still lingering around him.
He slowly raised his head and saw a familiar figure, the Red Angel, Kairos Stufanos, standing there.
Kairos's form was ethereal and transparent, his figure enveloped by a strange red glow. Behind him was a warp rift, shimmering with ominous light, with daemonic claws constantly trying to emerge from its edges.
"Kairos? This is impossible..." His voice trembled slightly. He could barely believe his eyes.
"No. I am the Red Angel." The daemon's voice was soft but carried a hint of weariness.
"Kairos is no more."
"He sacrificed his last soul to protect you..."
Sanguinius felt a heart-wrenching pain; his fists clenched so tightly they almost cracked his armor.
His voice trembled as he roared, "No, Kairos! You have sacrificed too much! How could this happen?!"
The Red Angel turned and walked into the warp rift, not looking back. At the very last moment before the rift closed:
"Kairos asked me to tell you."
"You must pull yourself together, Father. For the Blood Angels, for the Imperium, and for me!"
Poof~
The rift closed completely.
"Kairos..."
Sanguinius whispered the name, his eyes burning with unprecedented fury. His roar was as deafening as thunder.
"Horus! This is all because of you! I will kill you with my own hands! To avenge Kairos!"
He stood up, his angelic wings spreading behind him, intertwined with blood and golden light, his power surging to a new height.
He looked at the spot where the Red Angel disappeared, tears of pain streaming down his face.
"Kairos, I swear, no matter the cost, I will make Horus pay for this."
The daemonic whispers grew faint, and a semblance of calm returned to his heart, but beneath this calm lay an ocean of raging fury.
His gaze was fixed on the location of the Vengeful Spirit!
Sanguinius resisted. That gaze from the warp shifted to Terra.
On the battlefields of Terra, Rogal Dorn led the Imperial Fists in fierce combat against daemons on the front lines. He wore golden armor, wielded Storm's Teeth, and each strike tore daemons to shreds.
Daemons surged like a tide, and a red mist enveloped the entire battlefield.
Dorn was like a war machine; every swing carried thunderous power, pulverizing daemon heads.
"Terra shall not be desecrated! Your blood will water the Imperium's victory!"
His roar echoed like thunder, making the daemons tremble.
"Kill, Rogal Dorn!"
The daemon whispered. "Your slaughter is so pure, why resist? Let your soul embrace the Blood God and become a true Lord of War!"
Dorn did not respond, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
He knew the purpose of these whispers, to make him abandon his Father. A pipe dream. He would not waver.
Suddenly, a crimson psychic storm erupted, engulfing Dorn.
His vision began to blur. The surrounding battlefield transformed into an endless desert, filled with orange-red dust, and the agonizing wails of countless Imperial Fists warriors echoed in his ears.
"Accept it, Rogal Dorn!" The Blood God's voice was deafening like thunder.
"You are already my incarnation! Battle is your instinct, slaughter is your destiny! Why resist? Embrace it all, and you will become truly mighty!"
These illusions did not sway Dorn. His gaze remained as firm as the mountains of Terra, and his reply was resolute.
"I will not yield to you, nor will I betray the Emperor!"
"I am Rogal Dorn! I am the Imperial Fists! No matter how you torment me, my faith is unshakable!"
The scene shifted. Countless Imperial Fists lay on the ground, pleading with Dorn, seemingly calling out 'Father!'
The scene shifted again, and he saw Imperial Fists warriors transformed into corrupted slaves, kneeling before him.
He even saw himself, clad in crimson armor, wielding daemonic weapons, laughing maniacally on an endless battlefield.
"Exhilarating! Truly exhilarating!"
"Hahahaha!"
"You should know what choice to make!"
"Indulge in slaughter! Gain honor in endless slaughter! I will grant you eternal life! I will grant you power!"
The unspeakable whisper laughed mercilessly, trying to shatter Dorn's will with more and more images.
It made Dorn witness, again and again, the betrayal of brothers, the death of warriors, the fall of Terra, the demise of the Emperor, his own future...
Dorn closed his eyes, using his immense willpower to expel these images from his mind.
He suddenly opened his eyes, whispering:
"I fight for the Emperor, for the future of humanity."
Time became blurred in the illusion. Dorn didn't know how long had passed, perhaps decades, perhaps centuries.
"Indulge in slaughter! Only through battle can you experience the thrill of being alive!"
"I am Rogal Dorn! I will absolutely not compromise!"
"As long as you chant 'blood for the Blood God' with me! For blood! I will let you fight freely and without restraint forever! Come, chant with me..."
"I am Rogal Dorn!"
"You are not anymore! Give up! Embrace this blood! Embrace this power! Say it: blood for..."
"I am Rogal Dorn!"
"Are you thirsty? I have good stuff here, drink it. Blood can give you freedom! It can give you..."
"I am Rogal Dorn!"
"I know you want it very much. Come, chant 'blood' with me!"
"Blood!"
"Yes, yes, yes! Continue! 'Blood!' 'For!'"
"Blood! For!"
"Very good! Blood for what?"
"Blood for the Golden Throne! I am Rogal Dorn!"
"..."
The whisper refused to give up, constantly whispering in Dorn's ear.
Every day, Dorn struggled in blood and despair. Every moment, he resisted the whispers of the warp.
His armor was already stained dark red with blood, but his soul remained as pure as nascent gold.
Even if the sun rose and set thousands of times, even if the seas turned to dust before his eyes, his gaze remained steadfastly fixed forward.
Finally!
The illusion began to crumble. The red mist dissipated, and the daemonic whispers gradually faded away.
Dorn still stood upon the ruins, his golden armor still shining, though covered in scars and bloodstains, the loyalty it symbolized had not been extinguished.
The red mist gradually receded, and the true battlefield reappeared, the air filled with the stench of daemonic decay and the metallic scent of blood.
The surrounding daemons surged forward again, their bodies twisted, their eyes filled with fanaticism and greed.
After a fierce battle, Dorn leapt onto a broken fortress ruin, facing the endless tide of daemonic legions.
His voice was like thunder, piercing through the clamor and chaos of the battlefield.
"Loyalty above all!"
"The enemy is a raging torrent, and I am the bulwark!"
"For the Emperor, for Terra, for humanity!"
"Imperial Fists, unshakeable!"
In the void of the Sol System, twisted runes began to appear on the living metal surface of the Titan. The power of Chaos was eroding its core, attempting to transform it into a blasphemous weapon of war.
A psychic storm enveloped Francis's figure, the whispers of the Chaos Gods roaring in his ears, trying to invade his will.
"Old... Father! Are you done yet?!"
"If not, I'm going to get a new dad!"
Francis roared frantically, his body already covered in blood.
Terra suddenly erupted with unprecedented radiance!
Golden light pierced Terra's sky, traversed the void, and reached directly into this part of space.
An irresistible force appeared at this moment, carrying endless majesty and sanctity, as if the entire universe trembled before it.
From the direction of Terra, a colossal psychic hand manifested, shining with pure golden light.
This psychic hand was immense, almost engulfing the entire battlefield, its power strong enough to shake the soul.
"Enough!"
The Emperor's voice echoed like thunder across the stars, every word carrying irresistible power.
[End of Chapter]
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