Horatio was the only mortal accompanying the Blood Angel's advance. Under the light emitted by Saint Celestines Wrath, he felt a subtle bond and connection with the Blood Angel.
This was a psychic telepathy based on psionic power.
This power disciplined the Blood Angels' bloodlust, making them rational from their Fury, directing their wrath towards enemies rather than allies. Even Roman Roland, who was in the Black Rage, tried his best to control himself and cut down the enemies.
It was as if The Ninth Legion, led by the Primarch Sanguinius, had reappeared in the world.
"For Baal! For Sanguinius! For the God Emperor! Kill all the heretic!" The roar and war cries of the Blood Angel veterans drowned out the Khorne Warrior's screams of 'Blood for the Blood God, skulls for the Skull Throne.'
Under this bond, these Blood Angel assault veterans uniformly slashed forward, advancing to the top of the church steps, stepping over the discarded silver armor of the martyred Battle Sisters, and continuing their assault.
The second assault squad directly activated their jump packs, smashing down near the portal from the sky, crushing a large group of Bloodletters, and then wielding their Chainsword to fight in the tide of demons.
The closer he got to this Warp rift, the more Horatio's Fury surged in his heart. Everyone nearby became stronger in combat. If a mortal approached, they would immediately be corrupted by Khorne.
The black stone in Horatio's chest trembled violently again.
Even his own thoughts began to be gradually interfered with by the power of Warp sorcery, and some brutal and unrestrained thoughts unconsciously emerged from his mind.
Fortunately, Sanguinius's Fury was stronger than Khorne's bloodlust, coupled with Horatio's own mental fortitude and the spiritual resonance with the Blood Angels. Although there was a schizophrenic pain in his mind, it was still within his rational tolerance.
This was Sanguinius's legacy; he redeemed the infamous 'Ghoul' Legion into the Blood Angels.
And these Angels would inherit his will, descend upon the world, bring his virtue and light to suffering mortals, and redeem their hope.
As the Blood Angels fought with the enemy, Horatio charged towards the Khorne Warrior guarding the rift directly. He was very close to this rift connecting to the Brass Throne, so close that he could vaguely hear Khorne's sneers and roaring whispers.
A tall opponent blocked Horatio's path. This fellow wore an ugly MK5 heretic helmet, and the eight-pointed spikes on his back were covered with the heads of today's fallen.
Battle Sisters, Cadia Soldiers, Hellspawns, Storm Troopers, Blood Angels… Almost everyone who fought Khorne today, he had cut off at least one head.
Horatio could not tolerate this barbaric fellow defiling the corpses of his comrades. He leaped up, grabbed the Spotless Angels Scourge, and slashed at this black-and-red armored Khorne Warrior.
"You ignorant ant, how dare you face Khorne's champion…!" His shouting was cut short by a powerful blow.
When he charged towards Horatio, who had assumed a fighting stance, he realized that the mortal walking towards him had terrifying golden-red light in his eyes. As he raised the Holy Blood Chainsword with one hand, the tall golden-armored Angel above him also assumed the same slashing posture.
"I will not let you return to the Brass Throne alive, I swear. You will not defile the corpses of the God Emperor's Soldiers. Today, only your head will be thrown to your master by me!"
The Chainsword roared as it struck the heretic, each blow unleashing greater power under the increasingly intense crimson might.
This Khorne Warrior retreated steadily, almost falling into the rift.
Just as his armor touched the rift, a deep red demonic shadow drilled into his body.
He let out a deafening roar, blood-like light emanating from his red eyes, then suddenly lowered his head sharply, and then slowly raised it.
"I have waited ten thousand years for revenge. I swear to wash away the shame of Signus and Terra. I don't care if you are that birdman; since you have his power, then die for him again!" The maddened Khorne Space Marine charged at Horatio.
But in Horatio's eyes, it was the Khorne Greater Daemon Khabandha himself, swinging his twin axes, coming to cut him down.
[Mortal.] An ethereal psychic echo reached Horatio's mind.
Horatio didn't know if it was the machine soul of the Holy Blood Chainsword, 'Spotless Angels Scourge,' conversing with him, or the legendary, elusive 'Stand User' (Sanguinius's herald) Saint Giliano? Or was it that the soul fragment of Sanguinius had truly manifested?
Everything that happened after the psychic readings instantly soared to their peak was too bizarre, and by now, it had surpassed the knowledge in Horatio's mind as a transmigrator.
[To end this disaster, I need to temporarily borrow your body to conclude this long-standing battle.]
Golden light burst from Horatio's eyes. Although his reason was still intact, he felt his body moving uncontrollably.
Even so, he did not make any verbal response to the approaching enemy, merely raising the Holy Blood Chainsword in his hand and drawing the trench knife from his waist with the other.
Both sides simultaneously slashed at each other. Horatio leaped up and cleaved down from the air. The opponent tried to block with an axe, but what came was Horatio's knuckle duster heavily smashing into his face.
The Khorne Warrior, possessed by Khabandha's power, twisted his head, his joints creaking.
The 'Minotaur monster' in front of him suddenly picked up his battle axe and charged forward. Horatio raised his Chainsword high and slashed fiercely towards the opponent's head.
But the opponent deftly dodged the blow and immediately counterattacked, the howling teeth of the Chainaxe swinging towards Horatio's face.
A crisp clang of metal. Horatio casually raised his hand to block the axe blade with his trench knife, while his other hand quickly swung the Chainsword towards the opponent's armpit, forcing him to pull back and defend.
Horatio took a step forward, slashing diagonally, cutting horizontally, thrusting upwards, and lunging. Under the possession of that golden-armored Angel, his mortal body actually achieved speeds beyond physiological limits.
In the eyes of the Khorne Warrior, the golden-armored Angel, radiating golden light, attacked him with elegant, noble, and seasoned combat techniques.
Each of his strikes was accompanied by the sonorous sound of an unknown sacred instrument, forming a magnificent offensive symphony.
"That's the feeling, hahahaha!" The opponent's face actually twitched, increasing the force and frequency of his attacks.
The psychic field between the two was rapidly expanding, and the rift was gradually widening.
Mortals could not endure such a high psychic environment. As the psychic readings increased, everyone, led by the Sister, hid in the holy chamber or evacuated with the transport aircraft.
And behind, Khabandha's red eyes were clearly visible; it was waiting for the rift to expand so that its dark crimson body could emerge from within.
The Angel knew Khabandha's scheme. He used Horatio's body, striking with both hands, the Holy Blood Chainsword and the Cadia Trench Knife cutting out afterimages.
Horatio had no wings, nor a superhuman physique.
This 'proxy' duel, entirely taking place on the ground, was not fair. Even so, the golden-armored Angel possessing his body still left five knife marks on the opponent's body.
As the Chainaxe swung, Horatio felt a burning pain in his chest.
He lowered his gaze; a gap had been cut into his 'Glorious-pattern' ceramite power chest plate.
Just as the enchanted Khorne Warrior attacked again, intending to defeat Horatio, the golden-armored Angel whispered.
A pair of golden wings unfolded behind Horatio. He leaped up, his wings flapping, reaching a height impossible for a mortal.
This caught the enchanted Khorne Warrior off guard, and his axe struck nothing.
He quickly looked up. The golden-armored Angel descended from the sky, rushing towards him at extreme speed, the Chainsword heading straight for his head, while a rain of bolter rounds also fell from above.
Khabandha, enchanted within the Khorne Warrior's body, hastily raised his twin axes to parry. His forearm was blasted through by bolter rounds, a bloody mess.
The Angel cleaved through the Chainaxe and landed behind the opponent.
The moment the enchanted Khorne Space Marine turned to slash at him, Horatio's Cadia Trench Knife, reversed in his grip, had already plunged into the Khorne Warrior's eye socket.
The enchanter let out a heart-wrenching roar, slashing wildly.
Horatio leaped forward, silently and sharply lunging at him, the Holy Blood Chainsword in his hand thrusting straight into the enemy's chest.
The enchanted Khorne Warrior also endured the pain, swinging his Chainaxe, wanting to tear him apart.
This was a life-or-death speed contest.
Clang—Clang—
The large bell at the top of the church and the Imperial chimes inside the hall announced that 13:00 had arrived, ringing out in unison, the former majestic and resonant, the latter clear and melodious.
It was as if they were performing a charging symphony for the final stage of the decisive battle, the death knell of the demons.
Beneath the bell's toll, a golden light erupted from Horatio's eyes. Blood tears flowed from the Khorne Warrior's eyes, and he suddenly couldn't see the target charging at him.
Even so, the battle axe in his hand did not stop.
It was at this very moment that a group of warriors, glowing with dazzling golden-red flames and wearing silver-white Battle Sisters power armor, descended from the sky. They used flames and burning bolter rounds to eliminate the demons from the rift, banishing them from the sacred and solemn church.
"God Emperor… These Sisters are…" The Great Sister muttered in disbelief, looking out of the church through the stained-glass window.
Through the features of their armor and robes, she recognized that these Sisters were none other than the Seraphims who had died defending the holy gate.
In the extremely high psychic environment, their unwilling souls and unyielding faith transformed these maidens, whose souls had returned to the Golden Throne, into a Cursed Legion, fueled by their resentment towards the demons defiling the sacred ground. They rejoined this chaotic battle to defend the holy site.
This time, they swore to complete their unfinished duties and wishes.
Horatio, whose body was controlled by the Angel, closed in on his opponent. Before the Khorne Warrior could retaliate, he struck the enchanter's head with a knee, shattering the blood-stained winged helmet, sending blood splattering.
At the same time, the Chainsword slashed forward.
The motor of the Spotless Angels Scourge had never revved so high; its roar was so exhilarated, it almost charged at the enchanted Khorne Warrior on its own.
Whirr!!! —
With a high-pitched shriek and the squelch of tearing flesh.
Horatio, with glowing wings flickering behind him, reversed his grip on the Chainsword and, from top to bottom, pierced the Khorne Warrior's chest in the same manner Sanguinius had once impaled Khabandha with his spear. A strong smell of blood assailed him.
"No!!!!" A furious, evil roar erupted from the rift, and half of a hideous, red-eyed ox-face emerged from within, but its large horns blocked it, and it finally had to sullenly shrink back in.
Horatio stepped on the Khorne Warrior's corpse, grabbed his helmet horn, and with a flick of his Chainsword, raised the bloody head high in his hand.
In the eyes of the other Blood Angels, it was the golden-armored Angel, in a victorious posture, nobly holding the horned helmeted head, making a silent declaration to them, as pure white, snow-like feathers slowly drifted down from the sky.
Then Horatio looked at the rift. He grabbed the head and threw it towards the deepest part of the Brass Throne, like a speeding solid cannonball, collapsing a corner of the throne's steps and destroying some of the precious artifacts that the crimson great power used to adorn the throne.
Horatio heard the most vicious curses and earth-shattering roars he had ever heard.
But he paid no attention, raising his sword and striking the rift.
The rift began to twist. After the psychic readings swelled and surged, they immediately plummeted like a cliff.
In the void, golden light burst from the crimson magic circle on the Khorne warship.
The sorcerers setting up the magic circle screamed. With an explosion, the psychic power backfired, instantly tearing and devouring several people.
"Psychic backlash detected! It's an enemy vessel! Locating now." The Blood Angel Strike Cruiser's captain reported to Captain Afiel.
"Pursue them! I will tear them apart." Captain Afiel, said coldly, pressing his hand on his power sword.