The violent tremors tearing through space-time came to an abrupt halt.
The pure white light outside the porthole that swallowed everything was instantly wiped away as if by an invisible giant hand.
Inside the bridge of the genesis, there was a deathly silence.
Everyone held their breath and looked out the window.
There were no stars, no deep space, not even a single shred of light.
Only a vast, viscous, dark red nebula that looked like coagulated blood.
That red was alive.
It surged and writhed, as if a cosmic behemoth were digesting its prey. More terrifyingly, an indescribable psychic noise filled with pain and wailing, like billions of steel needles, penetrated the hull's shielding and stabbed fiercely into everyone's minds.
Several weak-willed mortal crew members knelt on the ground on the spot, clutching their heads and retching in pain.
On Fogremia's flawless face, an undisguised, extreme disgust emerged.
In her beautiful purple eyes, that bloody ugliness was reflected.
"Truly... a slaughterhouse without any sense of beauty."
Angronia, standing beside her, narrowed her amber eyes which burned with Battle Intent.
She felt no discomfort; instead... she felt a hint of familiarity.
"This rage..."
This rage was so similar to the power flowing within her body.
Yet it was completely different.
Her rage was a pure flame ignited for protection.
But the rage within this nebula was filled with despair, loss of control, and an irredeemable madness after being betrayed.
Like a beast chained up, watching its children being torn to pieces with its own eyes, yet only able to let out a wail of powerlessness.
Terrania's little face was pale; she subconsciously grabbed the corner of Leticia's clothes, her small body trembling uncontrollably.
The emotions of this starry sky were the most terrifying poison to her pure soul.
Leticia gently took her into her arms, using her [Divine Charm] aura to shield her from that mental pollution.
Her gaze penetrated the blood-colored nebula and fell upon the planet below, shrouded in the shadows of war.
Cygnus Prime.
On the tactical light screen, the image of the planet was magnified.
Countless warriors wearing golden power armor were fighting madly with an endless tide of crimson demons.
Those golden-armored warriors should have been the most glorious and orderly Blood Angels Legion in the galaxy.
But now, their combat was chaotic, without tactics or coordination.
Only madness.
Only despair.
They were like a pack of beasts driven into a corner, using Chainswords, Bolters, and even their own fists and teeth to engage in the most primitive and bloody struggle against enemies ten times their number.
"Their formation has completely collapsed," Fogremia's voice was cold. "This isn't a battle; it's suicide."
Leticia's brow furrowed tightly.
She knew this was the "Black Rage."
The deepest genetic curse of the Blood Angels Legion had been completely triggered at this moment.
The question was, where was Sanguinius?
In this meat-grinder battlefield composed of millions of mad warriors and billions of demons, how could they find him?
Any reckless approach would instantly make them a common enemy to both sides, torn to shreds.
"Activate the maximum level of the stealth field."
Leticia's voice broke the silence of the bridge, calm yet carrying an unquestionable decisiveness.
"We're going down."
A layer of flowing light flashed across the surface of the genesis's hull. Like a chameleon, the entire warship perfectly blended into the blood-colored background, silently and slowly descending toward that hellish planet.
Passing through the chaotic orbit, countless pieces of wreckage and stray bullets streaked past the hull.
The closer they got to the ground, the clearer the mad Battle Intent and the wails of despair became.
On the tactical light screen, the entire planet was divided into over a hundred war zones, each glowing with a blood-red alarm representing the highest intensity.
"Where should we choose the landing point, Elder Sister?" Fogremia asked. "Any location will mean a fierce battle."
Leticia stared at the light screen, her brain operating at high speed under the enhancement of the Authority of [Knowledge].
Just then, Angronia, who had been silent, suddenly reached out and pointed to an unremarkable mountain region on the edge of a continental plate on the light screen.
"There."
Her voice was raspy but exceptionally certain.
Fogremia glanced at the coordinates, her delicate brows slightly furrowed: "There are no large-scale combat signals there; even the energy signatures are very weak."
"But he is there." Angronia didn't explain; she just stared fixedly in that direction, her amber eyes reflecting a surging sea of blood.
Leticia looked at her: "How do you know?"
Angronia closed her eyes as if listening to something.
A moment later, she opened her eyes and said word by word:
"In that rage, the deepest sadness is mixed."
"Like a Lion El'Jonson forced to watch his children being torn apart."
"He is there."
Leticia gave her a deep look.
She understood.
This was a resonance between "rages."
"Go there," she immediately ordered.
The genesis adjusted its direction, gliding like a silent ghost toward the marked mountain range.
The ship finally landed in a relatively secluded circular valley.
This seemed to be the eye of the storm, unusually quiet.
When the heavy hatch slowly opened, everyone smelled an odor.
A nauseating, foul wind—a mixture of blood, gunpowder smoke, ozone, and some unknown rot—rushed in violently.
In the wind, there were also the mad roars of countless warriors before death and the demons' shrill cackles, sharp enough to scrape the soul, coming from afar.
Leticia held Terrania's hand and was the first to walk down the gangway.
Fogremia and Angronia followed closely behind.
Their feet stepped onto the soil of Signus.
It was a viscous and soft sensation, like mud.
Leticia looked down.
What was beneath their feet wasn't soil at all.
It was a thick layer of blood scabs that had long been soaked in countless amounts of blood and had solidified into black.
Looking around, the entire valley, and even the entire world as far as the eye could see, was covered in such a blood-colored carpet.
Broken golden armor, snapped Chainswords, scattered Bolters, and severed limbs that were indistinguishable as human or demon were strewn across the land like trash.
In the air, a visible pale red energy mist permeated.
Those were the mental echoes left behind after countless souls were torn apart in extreme pain and rage.
"This place..."
Leticia's heart sank suddenly.
"It's not a battlefield."
"This is a massive sacrificial ritual in progress, using the souls of a Space Marine Legion as the sacrifice!"
The cruelty and epic scale of the mission pressed down heavily on her heart like two great mountains.
Just then.
A heavy breathing sound, accompanied by the harsh sound of metal rubbing against the ground, came from behind a pile of armored wreckage not far away.
The four of them immediately stopped, their eyes turning vigilant in an instant.
A squad of Space Marines wearing pitch-black paint, with red crosses painted on their bodies in blood, staggered out from behind the wreckage.
There were five of them.
Their power armor was in tatters, but their hands still gripped the buzzing Chainswords tightly.
Their helmets were long gone, and their exposed faces were covered in hideous bloodstains.
And their eyes...
Those were eyes that had long lost all reason, leaving only madness and hatred, burning with blood-red light!
Death Company!
Blood Angels who had fallen deepest into the "Black Rage" and were beyond saving!
One of the Death Company warriors raised his head.
His mad eyes locked firmly onto Leticia and her group.
He didn't speak, nor did he think.
Only a beast-like growl, filled with endless hatred, came from his throat.
He suddenly raised the Chainsword in his hand and pointed it in Leticia's direction.
From his mouth, twisted by madness, he frantically roared out two names with all his strength—the two greatest enemies etched into his genes.
"Horus!"
"Traitor!"
In the next second, the five Death Company warriors, like five completely enraged bulls, activated their power armor's charge systems and launched a fearless charge toward them!
"Die for the Emperor!!!"
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