At this time, the battle between Sanguinius and the other three Chaos Primarchs also entered a fierce stage.

Sanguinius single-handedly fought against the three Primarchs of Chaos: Lorgar, Mortarion, and Perturabo.

Sanguinius' figure was like a brilliant golden light in the chaos, and his wings spread out, seeming to cover the entire battlefield.

His blade shone with holy light, and every swing brought about a storm, tearing apart the darkness of Chaos.

His eyes were firm and calm, and despite facing three powerful Chaos Primarchs, he did not retreat at all.

The roar of Chaos Lorgar was deafening, his body was like a moving mountain, and every step made the earth tremble.

His staff slashed at Sanguinius with destructive force, but Sanguinius dodged like a phantom and swung his sword back, aiming at Lorgar's throat. Lorgar was forced to step back, a look of astonishment in his eyes.

Mortarion's poisonous mist filled the air, and his scythe, carrying the curse of death, silently struck Sanguinius from behind.

However, Sanguinius seemed to have anticipated all this. He flapped his wings suddenly, and the strong wind blew away the poisonous fog. The blade drew an arc of light, forcing Mortarion to retreat.

Perturabo's missiles fell like meteorites, his mechanical body emitted a piercing roar, and each strike carried destructive force.

Sanguinius dodged the blow with a deft move, and his blade pierced Perturabo's joints like lightning, forcing the iron giant to retreat in rage.

The offensive of the three Chaos Primarchs was like a violent storm, but Sanguinius was like an unshakable rock. Every time he swung his sword, it brought with it unrivaled power, neutralizing the enemy's offensive one by one.

His figure on the battlefield was like an insurmountable barrier. Even though he was outnumbered three, he was not at a disadvantage at all.

The air on the battlefield seemed to freeze, and time slowed down at this moment.

Each of Sanguinius's attacks was precise and deadly, his blade slicing through the chaotic darkness with dazzling golden streaks of psychic light.

Although the offensive of the three Chaos Primarchs was fierce, they were still unable to break through Sanguinius's defenses.

The scepter of Chaos Lorgar chopped down again with the power to tear apart space, but Sanguinius's sword had already met it. The golden psychic energy was like a blazing flame, and a dazzling light burst out the moment it collided with the axe blade.

Lorgar raised a sinister smile, and his deep voice echoed from the abyss: "Sanguinius, why resist? Join us, and you will gain power beyond all else! The gift of Chaos is far more worthy than your false false emperor!"

Sanguinius did not answer, his eyes still grim, as if Lorgar's words were but dust in the wind.

His sword blade shook violently, and golden spiritual energy burst out like a torrent, forcing Luo Jia back several steps.

At the same time, Mortarion's scythe came quietly, and purple warp energy wrapped around the blade, carrying a vicious malice that corroded everything.

His voice was like the whisper of a venomous snake, cold and sinister. "Your persistence is meaningless, Sanguinius. Look at this world, it has long been devoured by Chaos. Your false emperor is nothing more than a dying ember."

Sanguinius' wings suddenly spread out, and golden psionic energy turned into a barrier, repelling Mortarion's scythe.

Without a pause, his sword pierced Mortarion's chest like lightning, forcing the Lord of Death to retreat.

A trace of anger flashed across Mortarion's face, but he soon revealed a grim smile: "Silence? Do you think silence can resist the whispers of Chaos? Your soul has long been spied on by us, Sanguinius, you can't escape."

Perturabo's mechanical body let out a low roar, and his weapon smashed into Sanguinius with destructive force, and the vast energy of the Warp condensed on his steel.

His voice was as harsh as the friction of steel: "Your glory is nothing but an illusory bubble, Sanguinius. Join us, and you will gain true power, transcending this fragile flesh and this meaningless faith!"

Sanguinius remained silent, but his attack speed suddenly increased.

His sword drew countless golden tracks in the air, and each strike carried unrivaled power, forcing Perturabo back.

His wings shook violently, and golden psychic energy swept out like a storm, forcing the three Chaos Primarchs to retreat again and again.

The air on the battlefield seemed to be torn apart, and the golden psychic energy and purple subspace energy collided violently between the four people's battles, bursting into dazzling light.

Every time they fought, it was as if two opposing forces were fighting for control of this world. Sanguinius's blade was like a torrent of light, tearing apart the darkness of Chaos again and again, while the offensive of the three Chaos Primarchs was like an endless tide, trying to swallow him up completely.

The battle became more intense, with golden psychic energy and purple Warp energy interweaving on the battlefield, erupting in a deafening roar. Sanguinius's figure became more and more dazzling in the light, and his sword was like the dawn that cut through the darkness, dispelling the haze of Chaos again and again. Although the offensive of the three Chaos Primarchs was fierce, they could never break through Sanguinius's defense.

This was a battle between light and darkness, between faith and corruption. Sanguinius fought against the three Chaos Primarchs alone. His silence and determination became the most powerful force on the battlefield.

Just as the battle on the ground became increasingly intense, the Chaos fleet in orbit also began a horrific ritual.

Huge warships were arranged in a strange array in the void, their hulls engraved with scarlet runes, emitting a suffocating evil aura.

Chaos cultists knelt on the deck, chanting low and fanatical prayers. Their voices gathered into a creepy resonance that penetrated the void and reached the depths of the Warp.

"Blood and skull! Blood and skull!"

Their voices were like thunder, echoing in every corner of the battleship.

As the ceremony progressed, the central altar of the battleship was piled with bodies being sacrificed one after another. Blood flowed along the lines of the altar, gathering into a huge pool of blood. In the pool of blood, the red subspace energy began to boil, as if some terrifying existence was about to descend.

Suddenly, a scarlet light shot up from the pool of blood and pierced into the void.

Then, a deafening roar came from the rift in the warp, as if the roars of countless beasts merged into one.

The first bloodthirsty demon leaped out of the crack. Its body was as tall as a mountain, its skin was like red-hot iron, and it exuded a scorching breath.

In its hands was a massive axe blade that was stained with dried blood.