"Is this guy the Red Angel?"
"He looks really ugly."
"Chaos's ugliness is always consistent."
"..."
The Players, who were acting with Mefiston and the Blood Angels, also saw the Red Angel,
and each of them showed a look of disdain.
This made the Red Angel, who had made a high-profile entrance, feel a bit hurt.
He was, after all, a powerful daemon.
For those small civilizations that had not yet ventured into the stars, he was considered the ultimate demon lord capable of destroying worlds.
To be disliked by you like this, do I not have any face?
"Hey, brother, you're burning all over like that, aren't you afraid of getting burned?"
Erlonghu Gang Leader, a Blood Angel, asked curiously.
He was among the fifth batch of Players to enter the game.
There were six hundred people in the same period.
Now, their levels and equipment could be considered in the first tier.
However, in terms of combat power and influence, they were far inferior to the previous batches of Players.
The flames on the Red Angel's body suddenly flared up, rising even higher.
He glared at Erlonghu Gang Leader, "Do you know who I am?"
"I am a daemon born from the rage of the Blood Angels lineage, Horus's honored guest, a demon prince of the Warp."
"Back then, on Reality, I wielded a great blade and fought from the Eternal Wall to the Imperial Palace Sanctuary, hacking back and forth for nine months, spilling blood into rivers and piling up corpses."
"But I just kept striking with my blade, strike after strike, without even blinking."
"These flames on my body are formed from the anger and despair of the dead. Now you ask me if I'll get burned??"
"The Cursed's minion, outsider."
The Red Angel let out a strange whisper, staring intently at Erlonghu Gang Leader and the other Players.
The deeds of these guys had long spread throughout the Warp.
Rumor had it that they came from another, higher-dimensional world, immortal and indestructible eternal beings.
Even if the Warp and the Reality universe were destroyed, they would not die.
At most, they would be banished back to their original high-dimensional world.
Even the Gods could not directly corrupt them, only slowly tempt them.
Some ancient beings had made a guess,
believing that as long as these guys embraced the Gods, they would at least be promoted to demon princes, receiving blessings and favors no less than a Primarch.
"It seems this guy has a high status in the Warp, actually breaking the fourth wall."
Seeing the Red Angel reveal their identity as Players with a single word,
Erlonghu Gang Leader and the other Players showed no surprise.
They had long known that the demons and Gods of the Warp could break the fourth wall and were aware of the Players' existence.
Many felt that this setting was a stroke of genius, elevating the Warp.
"Why serve The Cursed? As long as you are willing to join the Warp, the Gods will be very happy to treat you as honored guests."
"As long as you wish, you can have anything you want: power, women, strength, everything."
"Imagine the days after you master those extraordinary authorities; you will become the Gods of this universe."
The Red Angel's voice was full of temptation.
Illusions appeared in the Players' minds as he spoke.
As long as they nodded, they could immediately live a life of decadence and wantonness.
The one who declares war when not being a dog, a Son of the Emperor, scratched his head, looking puzzled.
"I only have one question: if we kill you, won't all those things be ours anyway??"
The Red Angel: "..."
Damn it!
Are you guys that greedy?
You actually want to take over the entire Warp!!
Even if you are high-dimensional beings, don't be so arrogant!!
"Arrogant, foolish."
The Red Angel knew there was no way to continue talking with these outsiders.
These guys were of noble birth, coming from a high-dimensional world.
Towards them, these low-dimensional beings, there must be a natural contempt.
Even the Gods probably wouldn't catch their eye; they were purely just having fun in this low-dimensional universe.
Only by breaking their arrogance and making them completely kneel could they realize the power of the Warp.
Even high-dimensional beings must humbly bow before the Warp.
"I have never tasted what the souls of high-dimensional beings are like; why don't you satisfy me today?"
The Red Angel let out a deep roar.
The raging flames around his body grew fiercer, and the illusory wings behind him became more solid.
He lunged towards the Players.
At this moment, a black and red intertwined lightning bolt struck,
instantly blasting the Red Angel dozens of meters away,
making him violently crash into a mottled wall.
The one who struck was Mefiston, who had completed his Primaris transformation.
After he merged with that black angel, although he bore the curse of Baal, he also gained unimaginable power.
This power originated from the anger of the Sons of Baal and the desire for slaughter.
He was the jailer, imprisoning this power, preventing it from harming Baal and the Empire,
and also able to use this imprisoned power to defeat enemies.
"I was planning to deal with you later, but now it seems I have to deal with you guys first before I can focus on these outsiders."
The Red Angel leapt up from the ruins, letting out a deep roar.
He took a step and charged towards Mefiston.
The Red Angel's speed was incredibly fast.
Even though the Blood Angels and Players beside Mefiston kept firing, they failed to hit him.
"Die in despair."
The Red Angel roared, swinging his claws at Mefiston.
The next second, this demon flew backward at an even faster speed.
Boom!!
A terrifying crash,
the Red Angel collapsed a dilapidated tall tower, sending dust flying.
Roar!
A terrifying roar sounded.
The Red Angel leapt up from the dust, suspended in the air.
A pair of blood-dripping wings grew from his back, allowing him to ignore the planet's gravity and stand in the air.
"Alright, the game's over. It's time to let you witness my true power."
"For a while, slowly savor the pain and despair I bring you."
The Red Angel looked down at the people on the ground, his tone arrogant.
Mefiston did not speak; he let out a long howl to the sky, his terrifying voice shaking the firmament.
The Red Angel, who had originally felt confident of victory, suddenly changed his expression, and uneasiness arose in his heart.
A pair of pure black wings grew from Mefiston's back.
Infinite power surged within his body.
Even the Red Angel, being a demon,
was as weak as a child in the face of this absolute power.
"This is impossible!!"
The Red Angel, who had just been incredibly arrogant and confident in his power, showed a look of horror.
"How can a mortal possess such immense power!!"
The Players who came to the Signus world with the Blood Angels also showed surprised expressions as they watched Mefiston display his new form.
They even took pictures of Mefiston and shared them in the world chat channel.
Erlonghu Gang Leader: "Incredible, such terrifying power. He truly lives up to his reputation as the man who cultivates immortality in Warhammer."
Little Alpaca: "Strong, incredibly strong."
Tenjiro: "Official, come out and get beaten! Why is the NPC's strength so much higher than the Players'!!"
Old Thirteen: "I also protest, unless you give me a pair of wings too."
Warmaster: "@Old Thirteen, I'll give you a pair of blue wings, then you get some red paint, and you can cosplay a red-skinned Ogryn."
Twisted person: "Don't even say it, it actually feels like there's no sense of incongruity at all."
Gabe: "This is a really good idea."
Cthulhu vs. Pretty Girl: "I support cosplaying a red-skinned Ogryn."
The one who declares war when not being a dog: "Aren't we discussing Mefiston's strength? Where did you guys get so off-topic?"
Golden Throne's Cured Meat: "It's normal. In other games, Players are the dads, and they need to be pampered. In Warhammer OL, the NPCs are the dads, and we have to pamper them."
"I always feel like this game name has cursed me; my luck is terrible. Whenever there's a gamble, I always draw the worst one."
"Last time we annihilated the greenskins, I was directly thrown in front of an Ork Warlord, and at the start, my arm was broken by him. I always suspect Yellow Old Man tampered with the teleportation."
Warmaster: "@Golden Throne's Cured Meat, then why don't you change your game name?"
Golden Throne's Cured Meat: "No, ordinary games aren't fun. If I'm going to play, I'll play the highest difficulty. I firmly believe that as long as I'm strong enough, Yellow Old Man will be helpless."
Warmaster: "@Golden Throne's Cured Meat, I admire you."
Tenjiro: "Admire +1."
"Admire +1."
"+1"
"+10086"
"..."
As the Players went off-topic as usual,
Mefiston charged towards the Red Angel, preparing to wash away the shame of ten thousand years ago.