Warhammer 40 Spring: Loyalty of the Multiverse

Chapter 63 Return, the Arrival of the Four Primal Bodies

"Today will be the day our chapter returns to the Golden Throne!" Basha Kur, wearing Terminator armor, is the on-site commander on the planet's surface.

He had already removed his helmet, his brows furrowed, his eyes resolute yet filled with rage as he stared at the demons charging madly towards him.

His armor was now tattered and covered in blood and scratches that nearly tore through it.

"We are the Emperor's most loyal warriors!"

With a roar, he raised his power sword and cleaved a demon who charged at him, wielding a shield and short sword like a goblin, into pieces.

"For the Emperor!"

A warrior nearby also raised his power sword and chopped off the head of a charging demon. Then, his explosive gun spewed flames wildly, sending several demons that surrounded him back into the warp.

The demons surged towards this place like a tide, and even in its hidden corners, some demons carried corrupted rockets and fired them towards this place.

However, another Astartes spotted a loyal bomb in time, sending him back to his tilted body in the warp, causing the rocket launcher to fly straight into the sky.

Even more impressively, Astartes, wielding a chain fist, attacked with both hands, taking down his opponents with a single punch.

Meanwhile, far behind him, an Astartes who had lost an arm was leaning to one side, ignoring his injury, and wildly burning the charging demons with a flamethrower.

At this moment, they were already engaged in close combat with the demons. The remaining 300-plus Astartes were almost all wounded, and half of them were missing limbs.

But no one backed down!

When each soldier is surrounded, he will shout "For the Emperor!" without hesitation, then pull the pin on his grenade before finally detonating his molten bomb.

Each of them now has a molten bomb strapped to their waist, which serves as the key for their final return to the Golden Throne!

But at that moment, golden flames suddenly rose out of thin air around them and floated in mid-air.

The demon army's charge momentarily stalled. However, propelled by the demons behind them, they continued their mad dash towards this location.

These golden flames started as small flames, then slowly outlined a shape in the air like threads.

The skull-like face, the armored form of the Astartes.

The dark eye sockets held a chilling darkness!

As the phenomenon became clearer, both the Demon and the Shark Brotherhood noticed it.

But before they could react, those outlines instantly solidified into physical forms!
The Astartes' power armor was wrapped in a body that was as black as human skeletons resembling charcoal, with golden flames rising around it.

The chainsaw sword in their hands gleamed with fire, or they held a power sword that shimmered with golden light. In the instant they appeared, flames erupted from their dark, empty pupils!

The next moment, they formed a neat, wall-like line, raised their weapons, and charged towards the demons from all directions!

The entire Shark Gang stared blankly at the scene.

But when a deafening thud sounded behind them, they turned around and saw a tall, flaming knight mech charging over their heads toward the demons.

"By the Emperor!"

The battlefield shifted dramatically in that instant. Like a wall, the cursed legion, engulfed in golden flames, surged forward. They charged in a neat formation, the surrounding scenery blurring past like a movie reel.

At this moment, the charging demons felt immense fear. Their terror of the Cursed Legion even surpassed the threat posed by the Four Gods. They fled in disarray, and even the Four Gods' direct demon army's frenzied slaughter and command could not stop their rout.

Basha Kur stared at the scene for a moment, then burst into maniacal laughter, shouting, "Slaughter all the Emperor's enemies!"

With that, the first one charged forward! The others were once again filled with high morale and strode forward.

Just seconds after their charge, a huge, fluffy, hemispherical ball of light suddenly appeared in the open space behind them.

The members of the Shark Legion, who were engaged in fierce fighting, were stunned again, but the Cursed Legion continued to fight the fleeing demons.

Behind those demons, the demon legions belonging to Chaos Astartes and the Four Gods immediately focused all their attention on this place.

Even the Devourers who were fighting each other stopped what they were doing and all looked in this direction.

The next moment, a rift in the subspace suddenly appeared!

Angron, with a ferocious expression and the Butcher's Nail; Forgrim, with a wicked face, like an elegant gentleman; Mortarion, with a disgusting face, his body riddled with sores and his guts spilling out; and Magnus, with a fanatical face, yet resembling an ancient Egyptian pharaoh.

The arrival of the four Chaos Primarchs silenced the entire demonic faction on the battlefield.

Even the cursed legion, which was in the midst of a frenzied slaughter, stood still and watched the scene in the distance after killing the last demon.

Then a tall figure appeared behind them, engulfed in blazing flames. But the four Primarchs in the Chaos Astartes faction narrowed their eyes sharply when they saw that figure.

Especially Fogrem, whose face appeared pale and terrified. His mental state was extremely unstable!
"Feralus Manus!"

At that moment, the enormous, fluffy orb of light vanished. Reappearing in its place were dozens of Astartes with strangely equipped but seemingly powerful armor. Also present were towering mechs, some humanoid Eldar Titans, others the size of Imperial Titans, their bodies covered in Imperial pronouncements. Most notably, atop a cluster of massive shipping containers, an exceptionally devout Astarte, his entire power armor inscribed with Imperial pronouncements and bearing numerous marks of purity, was holding a fine copy of the Imperial pronouncements and reciting it aloud with great emotion.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene, and the Astartes that appeared were the Seraphim who had returned from the Pacific Rim.

At this moment, all the Seraphim were also dumbfounded, looking around. Even with their reaction speed as Astartes, they were unable to process this information in a short time.

Quan Tiehua: "Holy crap, what's going on?"

Upon hearing this, all eyes turned to him, whether on the Chaos side or the Empire side!

This startled him!
"catch him!"

Chaos was the first to react, and with the Primarchs' unanimous command, the demon legions of the Four Gods charged towards the Cursed Legion ahead.

The great demons played a middle role, enduring the attacks head-on!

The chaotic Astartes also charged toward that place in droves.

The Thousand Sons Legion, in particular, used psionic magic to leap high into the air.

And Angron and his offspring, the World Eaters, roared with terror as the demons charged toward the place.

Captain Afus was the first to react, immediately drawing his power sword. "Prepare for battle!"

Quan Tiehua also reacted, drawing his chainsaw sword and the Loyal Plasma Pistol that never overheats. "Brothers! Grab your weapons and get him!"

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(End of this chapter)