Chapter 593: Mara's Shadow

"Come on, everyone..." As Yang Cheng shouted, figures wrapped in golden flames began to emerge around him.

These figures came from various factions and arms, including Space Marines, Terminator veterans, various Titans and warships within the Empire, but the majority were the Star Army soldiers with flames burning all over their bodies.

The flames of revenge and destruction burned fiercely in them, and at this moment they had become the army of the fifth god in the warp.

Yang Cheng held the Emperor's Sword in his hand, his eyes flashing with golden light. The golden psychic flame contained endless fire of revenge.

This fire of vengeance represents the anger of humanity and will rage in the Warp until the entire Warp is reduced to ashes.

"Forward! Take back the soul of Horus!" Yang Chengping raised the Emperor's Sword and shouted to the billions of soldiers of the Cursed Legion around him in a cold and ruthless voice.

His voice spread quickly in the warp like a cold wind, reaching clearly into the ears of every soldier of the Cursed Legion.

The moment the order was given, Yang Cheng flew towards the four gods like a golden meteor.

Yang Cheng was ready to die, and this time he must go all out to regain Horus' soul.

As Yang Cheng was moving forward, thousands of huge figures suddenly appeared. These figures blocked Yang Cheng's way like hills. They were the bloodthirsty demons under Khorne.

Thousands of Khorne Daemons, led by Kabanha and Skarbrand, had their strength dramatically enhanced under the blessing of Khorne. They rushed towards Yang Cheng fearlessly with endless murderous intent.

“Don’t block the way!” Yang Cheng roared, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

Just as Skarbrand approached, a golden light fell from the sky and shone directly on him. Then a huge force knocked him away and he fell heavily to the ground.

"Father!" At this time, a familiar voice suddenly sounded, and a figure with scriptures engraved on his face and holding a priest's staff appeared in front of Skarbrand, blocking him and other demons.

"Luo Jia?" Yang Cheng looked at the person in front of him in surprise, his heart full of doubts.

"Father, Uncle Ma has told me what happened. I've brought people to support you!" Luo Jia said with a smile, the Scepter of Light of Enlightenment in his hand continuously flashing with light. The surrounding demons shrank back in fear under this light.

"Damn, I think I know why I've become so strong."

Looking at Luo Jia's image of a charlatan, Yang Cheng complained crazily in his heart, but he had to admit that Luo Jia was indeed capable. At least the loyalty he showed now surprised Yang Chengdu a little.

"Father, leave this to me. Those servants of the false gods will be reduced to ashes under the light of the Emperor!" Luo Jia held the scepter in his hand, with a determined light flashing in his eyes.

His voice echoed on the battlefield like thunder, making everyone look at him.

Luojia waved his hands and swung the scepter like lightning. Each swing brought great force and easily smashed the heads of the demons one by one.

At the same time, he used his other hand to hold back another big demon that was trying to kill him.

"Crack!" As Luo Jia slowly exerted force, the golden spiritual energy in his hand burned like flames, instantly devouring the big demon he caught.

The big demon roared in pain under the burning of the psychic flames, but soon dissipated in the air.

The sons of Lorjia followed Lorjia's footsteps and rushed into the demon army.

Armed with weapons, they fought fiercely with the demons. The attacks of the Sons of Lorgar were as dense as a storm, and each attack contained powerful spiritual energy, making it difficult for the demons to resist.

At this time, Akrol, who had become a member of the Cursed Legion, rushed forward quickly.

There was a determination in his eyes, as if he wanted to destroy all enemies.

"Angel!" Akrol shouted, his voice full of power and majesty. Then, he attached his soul to Angel's body.

Angel's body trembled violently, and then a golden light flashed in his eyes.

At the moment of soul fusion, Angel's body changed, golden flames ignited Angel's armor, and the power sword in his hand emitted golden flames.

"Holy crap! The Imperial version of the Blessed Son!"

After Yang Cheng killed 88 big demons casually, he looked at the Luojia troops on the side.

At this moment, hundreds of Sun Sawtooth members suddenly flashed with golden light, and these lights came from the members of the Desolate Brotherhood. In the blink of an eye, the golden psychic power completely merged with their bodies.

At this moment, the entire battlefield has fallen into complete chaos, with demons from all forces fighting each other, creating a chaotic situation.

However, Yang Cheng took this opportunity to rush towards Nurgle Garden without hesitation.

"Mara, would you like a bowl of delicious soup?" Nurgle's twisted and huge body appeared in front of Yang Cheng, holding a bowl of thick soup full of maggots and green mucus, emitting a pungent smell.

"Get out of my way!" Yang Cheng roared, and instantly burst out with powerful strength. Then he rushed towards Nurgle like a gust of wind, and pointed the Emperor's sword in his hand at Nurgle's disgusting skin.

The golden flames and the green poisonous fog collided, the flames ignited the poisonous fog, and the poisonous fog covered the flames in an instant.

"Where is Horus?"

The flaming sword in Yang Cheng's hand was as dazzling as billions of stars, while Nurgle calmly took out a bottle of potion.

"This poison is enough to infect the entire universe. I wonder if you can resist it."

Nurgle picked up the small bottle of pus with his two sharp nails, then looked at Yang Cheng in front of him curiously, waiting for his reaction.

"Really? It seems like you may not be able to keep this garden."

Yang Cheng raised the Sword of the Emperor, and as a golden sun rose from behind him, the golden sun shone directly into the sky above the Garden of Nurgle.

The golden flames burned everything, and in the golden sun, a black figure was curled up inside it.

It was wrapped in golden flames and sealed inside the sun, but Nurgle, who was watching from the side, had already discovered it.

At this time, it no longer cares about the fact that its own garden is burning. To it, there are countless such gardens. In the infinite universes connected by the subspace, it has infinite gardens.

"Mara..."

Looking at the phantom wrapped in golden light, Nurgle decisively chose to give up the garden. After all, judging from the current situation, he could not beat Yang Cheng in a one-on-one fight.

“Horus…”

Yang Cheng looked at the Garden of Nurgle burning in flames, and then came to a stew pot. Next to the stew pot, Yang Cheng saw a fragment of Horus' soul.

"A soul divided into four parts? You really have one."