Chapter 348 The favorite episode of some Chaos Gods (maybe)
Hateful and shameful betrayer! Enemies of the God-Emperor who are willing to fall! The devil who inflicts suffering, humiliation and blasphemy on Holy Donne!
In order to fight against and ultimately destroy it, this must be the meaning of their presence here!
Sure enough, to complete the rescue of Holy Dorne and defeat a daemon primarch at the same time, an Emperor's Champion is indeed not enough to fully perform his own sacred duties——
It takes an entire company to stand firm in their beliefs like a champion, to gain a true vision that is not fooled by the seemingly innocuous appearance displayed by any inanimate creature——
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The Black Templars watched with grief and indignation as the only remaining part of the sacred Dorne in the golden humanoid coffin meekly sent itself to the side of the heretic traitor. , allowing him to cover his glorious name from the God-Emperor with a new and blasphemous name that he had given to him.
"Oh, little Magna, I'm glad to see you again too-"
Magna? ! The name "The Great" was used by the Demon Lord to call their genetic father so playfully and frivolously at this moment. It sounded like the most violent way of making fun and ridicule of Dorne and the sons of Dorne.
When they first heard that Holy Donne responded happily to this demon-given title, several believer brothers had to immediately activate the built-in sedative injection of their power armor to stop it. He started charging towards the Demon Lord in a rage.
The tall and straight golden demigod curled up and placed his head and shoulders under the silver claws of his enslaver, listening carefully to the man who was leaning on the place sewn with countless human skins (?) and could be seen at a glance. The teachings of the Daemon Lord on his majestic and twisted throne are full of corrosive venom and blasphemous whispers, filled with the temptations of depraved pleasure.
"Um...really? Are you here to help me? But you can't leave for too long and you can't go alone. How can you help me? Oh? Are they there?"
Then The Demon Lord, wrapped in shining silver armor and cables shining with blue light, turned his face with a false smile to the silent black temples - and then made an artificial expression, It was as if he was really surprised.
"Damn it, what kind of costumes are you wearing..."
Lami Zain couldn't bear to look at the black temples at the head who were all wearing full battle robes. : The surface of the gleaming black power armor anointed with holy oil, in addition to strips of purity made from the skin of the most devout acolytes after they passed away, and bright red fire-paint red wax densely pasted around the edges, there are also Several chains hung from their pauldrons.
At the bottom of the chain hung several skulls that were painted white, with their mouths wide open as if they were roaring silently - oh, hell! The skull with its eyes covered by metal bands even had traces of a third eye on its forehead! You also use the navigator’s head as an armor pendant? What to use it for? As a talisman? !
I say you Black Templars really shouldn’t worship corpse bones too much!
Wait.
...Your dark-colored power armor has the appearance of fat and red condensation dripping, human skin floating, and chains hanging from the head...
...Although it is painted well It's clean, smells good, and strictly speaking he's quite handsome, but why does it look a bit familiar to you at a glance? Had I just returned from somewhere where I had some less loyal Astartes break their bad hygiene habits of hanging corpses? ……
Magna gently patted Lamizane, who was lost in memories, and brought his thoughts back to the conversation in front of him. (And in the eyes of the Black Templars, the holy sufferer Dorn touched the demon carefully, as if his mind was completely dependent on it, which made each of their hearts tighten again. The champions tightened their weapons. )
"Well, well, you want me to ask them who is willing to go instead of you? Oh oh..." The demon king's face that looked fair and peaceful, almost not like a warrior, turned to them , the eyes of every Black Templar monk who was unwilling to look away and succumb to its evil were pierced by the dazzling light and shed physiological tears.
"Okay, okay, let me ask." In the ears of Lord Kaleb and the others, the evil words of the Demon Lord, filled with soft and corrosive tones, came.
"You also heard it. Now I need a few (voluntary/sacrifice) (Offering(Note 1)) in my affairs to go to Wandering Port to do it... um... ...Public display? Although little Magna volunteered, I still feel uneasy, what do you think?”
Before the Black Templars could react, the Demon Lord with a disgusting smirk added, "I know you may not be good at doing things other than fighting, but if you can abide by the rules, then I can let you Some of them will replace..."
"We are willing." Before he could finish speaking, the pastor immediately replied, holding his rosary tightly, his voice sonorous, "Just wait, Devil! Never underestimate the noble faith and sacrifice of the Sons of Dorn and the Emperor’s Warriors!”
“…No one has (dare) to call me this for a long time, do you still miss it? What?”
The Demon Lord approached Geratos teasingly.
It was not until he stood up from the throne of human skin (?) filled with unknown blasphemous things that the Black Templars realized how huge the Daemon Primarch was, and his huge shadow enveloped them. , that scorching light made their eyes go black, and the overwhelming power of reality almost burned their armor from their skin——
The suffering and pain from the demons will never crush them, it will only make them stronger, in order to prove their loyalty, for the revenge of the God-Emperor, and for Dorne.
"Geratos, Champion of the Emperor and bearer of His Word! Daemon!"
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“Let I'll go," Brother Atreus said firmly. "I am the first to receive the revelation, and of course, I should also be the first to sacrifice for the holy Dorn. This is a blood contract between us and the God Emperor. You cannot prevent me from completing my mission."< br>
“We don’t yet know exactly what the blasphemer planned to do.”
"But it is impossible for us to let the Holy Father act or be reduced to a sacrifice, and we just sit here and watch? There have been no cowards in the Black Templar, and there will never be any in the future!" Geratos roared angrily.
“I would like to remind you brothers that although the Emperor’s Champions can ignore the orders of their former commanders and Chapters, since we are all His warriors now, our chain of command can once again play its role. "The Lord Kaleb is still the calmest person among them - if you don't count the chains of fanaticism that are poured on both hands and locked.
"Indeed," the priest agreed. "You need to command here, Caleb. So let Atreus take the second and third initiates to the altar of the devil to receive the world's gaze. and I will serve the great enemy of hypocrisy and evil in the place of the holy sufferer."
"Geratos!"
"So do it," Gerato. Si showed them the melta bomb on his body and said, "Don't worry, if something happens, I will never bring shame to my father and the emblem of the Black Templar."
(End of this chapter)