Emperor's Daughter of the Red Sands

Chapter 33 The Primordial Blade
[Look at you...'Laughter of War', 'Edge of the Blade' - Salam, 'The Edge of the Beginning']

【You boast that you have broken free from the shackles of the blood god and enjoyed the sad freedom for thousands of years.But I don't know... Destiny is chasing your poor back all the time. 】

【Sad Salam, poor Salam...what an indescribably strange fate...】

【She will come to look for you.Just like all children who have lost their way...on this intricate trajectory, your meeting is inevitable. 】

【It will be your common destiny to dwell under the terrible shadow of the Brass Throne...】

【Or—to gain vitality in the unspeakable variables...】

【Hehe, hehehehe...】

【We will meet before the finish line, Salam. 】

【We will meet again on the other shore, Elaine. 】

[Please... struggle as much as you want. 】

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As a forge world that has existed since the era of strife, the vast and huge library of knowledge underground in Salem hides endless ancient and precious knowledge, and now unbelievably countless advanced technologies are sleeping in it, and the ancient and weather-beaten majestic tunnels Symbolizing its long history, the doors of many of the cabins are engraved with crimson lines from Mechanic Paganism.

However, its birth was far earlier than the arrival of Redjac.The fate of Salem is anchored at a certain node at the moment of its birth—until the distant No.30 millennium, the burning galaxy will awaken its potential destiny, and countless dark and corrupt divine machines and lost technologies will Return to the earth, and the most profane and depraved warp existence that inhabits the deepest part of the planet.

For now, Destiny seems to have a tendency to be awakened early.

Accompanied by the dull footsteps echoing in the empty tunnel, anyone can hear the uncontrollable anger in it, just like a beast ready to hunt.

In the soul sympathy with the son who has not yet completely broken contact, Elaine can always feel the pain and grief of the son: the disbelief of the unknown twisted and blasphemous existence, the helplessness of being trapped in the illusion of pain, and the infinite Endless rage and madness.

The scarlet figure from Nuceria is rapidly moving towards her goal, her urgent and sonorous steps symbolize her will, every fall of the heavy magnetic boots will stir up a majestic airflow, and the indescribable ferocious momentum is just around the corner. Continuously spread around the body of the Primarch.

Beside her stalwart figure, there are several guards of the Primarch who follow like a shadow, and Kahn's attitude is particularly obvious: he squeezed the trigger of the chain saw axe, and the roar of the humming and roaring chain saw kept echoing in the empty ancient In the temple—the uncontrollable anger of his mother almost activated his long-suppressed ferocity, and the bloodthirsty instinct that he didn't know was rising.

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【Blood…】

Familiar yet unfamiliar subspace whispers were ringing in Volker's ears, and he slightly frowned on his deformed and distorted metal brows.

【Get out of my mind! ! 】

Before he could think too much with his increasingly distorted mind, Volker's thinking was instantly replaced by an angry roar without warning—just like when the captain was occupied, distorted, and corrupted by him just now, the irresistible distortion Almighty took over everything from him.

Life, will, hope, past...

Everything that once represented Volker is now completely wiped out.

This once stalwart and solid Iron Warrior has been deformed under the influence of the warp into a twisted and dirty 'Destroyer' at this moment.The fiber links of flesh and blood replaced the cables, the pistons twisted and stirred under the sallow skin, the joints of the thick and huge Terminator power armor were covered with dirty flesh, and the viscous and hot plasma slowly flowed in his blood vessels, Any laws of physics are twisted in his flesh.

No, it can no longer be called 'Volker', but the Khorne demon who completely occupied the body of this Astartes, Salam.

Salam resisted the chain saw ax of the crazy Astartes a little irritably, and the whispers of the blood god echoing in his mind from time to time made it even more irritable.

It didn't want to be released from the shackles of this planet, but those dirty and inferior mortals released it recklessly, and the eyes of the blood god in the highest sky once again stared at it.

Om-! !

Accompanied by the roar of the promethium engine, the sharp single-molecule teeth on it are constantly gnashing and rubbing against the power sword covered in blood and filth in Salam's hand, and the weight-like force is continuously transmitted from its palm .

"Damn mortals..."

Salam roared angrily, terrifying power burst out from its twisted body, easily knocking back the Astartes in front of him.

——However, at the next moment.Accompanied by the engine roar of the chainaxe, the repulsed scarlet Astartes charged forward tirelessly again, and the afterimages and sparks of the collision of metal and iron instantly illuminated his crazy and painful resolute face.

Salam couldn't understand the opponent's fighting spirit, which was even crazier than his own Khorne demon. The terrifying power far surpassed the Astartes repelled it time and time again, but what he gained was only the chain saw blade The sharp whistle when swinging at high speed.

Salam's exasperation was getting harder to contain.

In the memory of this body, the crazy and bloodthirsty Astarte in front of him was named Aisha Franco, and he was an approachable and kind pharmacist.

Now, no one could associate this mad warrior with the gentle apothecary of yore.

It's just... unreasonable.

On his body, Salam even vaguely found traces of the Blood God.

A little uneasiness gradually surfaced in its mind, and it must be resolved quickly.Otherwise, the sight from the highest heaven will capture its fate again... until it becomes the servant of the cruel blood god forever.

Suddenly, Salam's stalwart figure exuded an incomparable terrifying aura.

The power sword flashing with scarlet light was full of cleavage stance, wrapped in a terrifying power that even the Astartes could not match, and immediately knocked the attacking chain ax into the air.

"Small mortals, I've had enough!"

"You and your filthy and cowardly pathetic priest are nothing but pathetic pawns to destroy the mighty... Being used as a pawn by the Lord of Change without knowing it is extremely pathetic!"

The huge Annihilator overlooked the crazy warrior in front of him, and his hoarse roar exuded endless anger. The Khorne demon residing in the Iron Warrior's body came to Ai in an instant at a speed that even the Astartes could not comprehend. In front of the sand.

The scarlet ceramic steel armor was instantly shrouded in a huge shadow.

"Since you interrupted my rest...then use your life to repay your sad fate!"

The scarlet cleavage stance shone with dazzling light again, swiping down like a scarlet meteor.

In an instant, the crisp sound of the separation of flesh and blood echoed in the empty temple.

It is not the exhilaration of cutting off the enemy's head, but the severe pain of sawtooth bites tearing the flesh.

Under Salam's incredulous gaze, a roaring heavy chain saw gripped the edge of the power sword tightly.

A larger shadow enveloped its sight.

A scarlet figure far more majestic than Astartes appeared in front of Salam at some point.

The red hair that was burning with flames danced in the wind, and the thick scarlet power armor showed her noble and incomparable identity.

The roaring promethium engine was constantly releasing the wrath of its master, and the buzzing sharp teeth tore apart Salam's dirty flesh armor.

The gilded pupils are always filled with a terrifying storm that can swallow the earth and the sky.

A frosty whisper, like an endless wind from the mountains of Nuceria.

"[Initial Blade] Salam."

"Filthy worm of torment and pain for my children, your wantonness is over."

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