Deville had located the ritual array—approximately ten kiloters ahead on the left side of the high platform.
Without hesitation, he led his warriors in a relentless charge, pushing forward without pause.
The ritual had reached its final stage.
They had to stop it before it was completed!
Boom—
Several Bloodthirsty Warriors were sent flying.
"Damn heretics, I'm going to need a serious refill after this,"
Barrel panted heavily.
He was responsible for breaking through the enemy lines, and the exhaustion was killing him.
This extended battle had drained too much of his energy, causing him to lose so weight.
For him, no fat ant no security.
With a grimace, Barrel pulled out another high-energy supplent, looking bitter.
This stuff tasted awful—worse than the fresh intestines of a Chaos abomination!
Couldn't they at least make it taste like Poro fruit or sothing?
Still, he clenched his teeth and gulped it down in one go.
There was no choice—his devouring trait allowed him to absorb energy more efficiently by consuming it orally rather than injecting it.
For the sake of the mission, he had no choice but to drink it.
After replenishing his energy, Barrel ignited into flas with a boom and charged headfirst into the Chaos heretics blocking the passage.
Flaming Charge!
At this mont, he was nothing short of a fiery battering ram, clearing the path for his comrades.
Barrel crashed through nearly ten kiloters.
Thankfully, he had the ability to rapidly restore his energy.
If it had been anyone else, they would have collapsed under such an intense battle.
Ding! Ding! Clang!
After an unrelenting series of crashes, he overshot his target and duang!—slamd straight into a massive alloy gate.
His legs went weak, and he slid down the wall, landing on his knees.
Looking toward Deville and the others, who had just finished executing the fallen heretics, his voice trembled like distorted radio static:
"Brothers, how much farther? I can't keep this up!"
Deville stepped forward and helped him up:
"Barrel, you've done well. We've arrived..."
Behind the massive alloy gate lay the site of the ritual array.
Plu stepped forward and began cutting through the alloy gate, while the rest of the squad swiftly moved toward the ritual site.
"Boss, don't worry about . I just need a mont... Damn it, my premium shark fin..."
Barrel slumped onto the ground, lanting his loss while gnawing on a giant shark fin.
Since he had exhausted all his energy supplents, food was his only remaining way to replenish his strength.
Hummm—
As Deville and his squad rushed through the passage, a terrifying wave of Chaos energy washed over them.
The sight before them left them stunned.
"Damn Chaos heretics!"
Nearly everyone held their breath, fury and determination filling their chests.
The two-square-kiloter area was engulfed in thick, crimson mist.
Beneath the mist lay multiple blood pools, surrounded by towering bone mounds, each over ten ters high.
Aaaahhh!
The screams of humans echoed through the air.
Bloodthirsty warriors were slaughtering wave after wave of captives.
In order to summon the terrifying entity, Agul had sent all remaining test subjects here for slaughter.
Soon, the screams ceased—the humans had been completely massacred.
But instead of acknowledging the intruders, the Bloodthirsty Warriors turned on each other, engaging in silent, brutal duels.
At the center of the blood pools, beneath a towering skull altar standing dozens of ters tall, a black-robed figure knelt in prayer.
It was Agul, chanting an ancient incantation, his heart surging with unparalleled fanaticism.
The mont was near—the slaughter had almost gathered enough energy!
As his chant continued, the blood mist thickened, and the air reeked of overwhelming bloodlust.
Sensing the shift in the ritual, Deville imdiately issued an order:
"Destroy the altar!"
Several War Angels stepped forward, assembling a heavy cannon.
In monts, multiple shells were fired at the skull altar.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Explosions rocked the altar, causing violent tremors.
Countless skulls tumbled down.
Yet, the attacks failed to inflict any real damage.
Chaos energy coiled around the skulls, reinforcing them with unnatural resilience.
These small-scale bombardnts were simply insufficient.
And deep underground, there was no way to bring in larger artillery.
Unfazed, Deville maintained his composure and ordered:
"Use the Seismic Cannon."
The previous attack had been a test—to check for protective force fields.
Now, the real assault would begin.
The War Angels carefully extracted a seismic shell from a tal container and loaded it into the cannon.
This was a rare, specialized shell, retrieved from the arsenal of Halis.
Each seismic shell contained fragnts from planets that had been exterminated under the Imperium's Exterminatus directive.
The Adeptus chanicus fleets had recorded the shockwaves produced by planets breaking apart.
Using this data, they had simulated the force of seismic shockwaves.
While not as devastating as an actual planetary explosion, the resulting impact was still formidable.
A single seismic shell could pierce ters-thick walls and level entire buildings with its shockwave.
Boom—
The seismic shell arced through the air, heading straight for the skull altar.
However, before it could strike, Chaos psychic energy intercepted it.
The shell twisted and warped before detonating midair.
A massive shockwave rippled through the area.
The entire region shook violently.
Several bone mounds collapsed.
The skull altar trembled and suffered so minor collapses, but its core remained intact.
The summoning ritual continued unabated.
"Argul is a Chaos psyker!"
Deville realized the severity of the situation—and the worst part was that they only had one seismic shell.
They had no choice but to fight their way through and destroy the altar up close!
At Deville's command, the warriors activated their jump packs and soared toward the skull altar.
Roar—
As they closed in, hundreds of Bloodthirsty Warriors with crimson wings burst from behind the altar, intercepting them mid-air.
These were the altar's guardians!
The Space Marines engaged in fierce aerial combat, many crashing into blood pools or bone mounds.
Fortunately, Deville had his Thunder Guard, leading a squad of ten straight toward Agul.
Yet, even as the Space Marines closed in, Argul remained kneeling, chanting his incantations without reacting.
Deville could feel it—blood energy was condensing, the ritual was at its final stage!
Enduring the Bloodthirsty Warriors' attacks, he charged at Argul.
"Die, heretic!"
Deville unleashed a burst of psychic energy, his power sword flashing as it cleaved through Agul's neck.
Clang.
The head rolled away, and the black-robed figure collapsed.
The Chaos energy surrounding him dissipated, his wound crackling with energy.
But as Deville looked at the corpse, a sudden realization struck him—
"It's a servitor! Where is Argul?"
Closing his eyes, he extended his psychic senses to locate his true enemy.
But before he could react, a surge of Chaos energy struck him, sending him crashing into a bone mound.
A figure erged—black robes, wreathed in blood energy, demonic horns protruding from his forehead.
Floating mid-air, chanical tendrils snaking behind him, Argul sneered:
"Outsiders, your efforts are futile..."
With unrestrained arrogance, he declared:
"Tremble, mortals! The ritual is complete! The great Bloodthirster of Khorne shall descend upon this world!"
As his words fell, all the blood energy in the area surged toward the altar.
Anyone could see—the ritual was complete!
Deville was about to act, but Chaos energy overwheld him, forcing him to defend.
Argul laughed maniacally:
"Regret all you want—it's too late! No one can stop—"
"Battering Ram Impact!"
A deafening roar interrupted him.
Barrel, having burned all his fat reserves, launched himself like a human fireball, smashing into the skull altar.
Boom!
The skull altar collapsed!
...???
Argul stood frozen in disbelief.
(End of Chapter)
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