Chapter 862 Chaos Warmaster, Mengska

Mengska, a traitor to the Empire and a mortal enemy of the Empire.

In that thrilling rebellion, he attempted to overthrow the rule of the empire, but was ultimately swiftly crushed by the empire with tremendous force.

However, at the critical moment that determined life and death, Mengska demonstrated unexpected means - he resolutely activated the warship's subspace teleportation device and forcibly escaped from the smoke-filled battlefield.

Despite this, the Imperial Inquisitors did not give up and pursued the traitor relentlessly, vowing to bring the traitor to justice.

However, after a painstaking search, the Inquisitors only found the shattered wreckage of the Mengska flagship.

Faced with the tragic scene before him, the inquisitor in charge of the pursuit mistakenly judged that Monska had died.

But the truth is cruel. Mengska and the remnants of his army did not perish, but lost their way in the mysterious warp.

In the endless darkness and fear, Mengska and his army gradually fell into the abyss of despair.

However, it was this desperation that caught the attention of the Four Chaos Gods.

As if they saw a tool that could be used, the four gods continuously injected the power of chaos into the bodies of Mengska and his followers.

In an instant, an extremely powerful force surged in them. At the same time, a demon army that completely obeyed Mengska's command came into being.

From this moment on, Mengska is no longer a simple traitor. He has become a chess piece in the hands of the Four Gods, burdened with a bloody mission. Mengska wants to use the power of chaos to destroy everything in the empire in order to win the favor of the Four Gods.

Mengska not only had no resistance to such a task arrangement, but was full of anticipation and excitement.

He was eager to wave the banner of destruction and lead the Chaos army to bury the empire completely.

The four ambitious generals of Mengska were also favored and cared for by four different evil gods. Under the integration of Mengska's strong leadership, they worked together to rebuild an unprecedentedly large fleet.

This fleet not only possesses advanced weapons and equipment, but also embodies endless evil forces.

At the same time, the warships of various countries that had lost their way in the mysterious subspace were also cleverly stirred up by Mengska.

The crew members of these warships have been in the corrupt environment of the subspace for a long time, and their bodies and minds have been distorted and deformed, becoming neither human nor ghost, but this did not affect Mengska's decision at all.

He gladly accepted these pitiful and pathetic beings, brought them into his sphere of influence, and fought bloody battles together to destroy that huge empire.

"Monska, tell me quickly! How long do we have to wait before we can kill those self-important space marines with our own hands?" An angry roar resounded throughout the fleet command room.

I saw a burly, red man standing there. He was wearing a set of red armor that exuded an ancient atmosphere, like a demon walking out of the abyss of hell.

This person was none other than Monska's capable lieutenant, Petos.

Since being spotted by the evil god Khorne and granted powerful power, Petos has become increasingly violent and arrogant.

At this moment, his eyes burning with anger were fixed on Mengska, and the desire for revenge in his heart was as unstoppable as a volcanic eruption.

He brandished the huge battle axe in his hand and continued to roar: "My blood is burning! I will chop off the heads of the imperial army one by one and use them to pile up a bloody wall that towers into the sky!"

"You've killed 20 Space Marines, that's enough, hehe..." A shrill voice rang out, and a warrior with an extremely bloated body and a disgusting stench all over his body slowly turned around.

His face was covered with pustules of varying sizes, as if he had been eroded by a serious disease for a long time. At this moment, his mouth was grinning with a hideous smile.

"Torres! I really can't stand the foul smell on you! Get out of here right now!" Petos' face was full of disgust and anger, and he shouted at Torres without hesitation.

"Hehehe... How can you talk to me like that? You know, these pus and stench on my body are all the special love bestowed on me by the great and loving father! Don't you want to accept this gift as gladly as I do?" Torres let out a creepy laugh like a maggot crawling. The sound echoed in the air, making people shudder.

Looking closely, maggots of various shapes and sizes were densely crawling all over Torres' bloated and corrupt body.

The heavy power armor had long since merged with his flesh and blood, making it difficult to distinguish one from the other.

Those white maggots swam back and forth in Torres' wounds unscrupulously, as if they were treating it as a paradise for their revelry.

"What a pity, that guy just now was so stubborn and refused to follow our beloved father, Lord Nurgle. In that case, we have no choice but to grant him a merciful death, hehe..." Torres muttered sarcastically while extending a sticky tentacle and gently stroking the broken helmet of a Space Marine beside him, a look of regret in his eyes.

"Humph, I knew you would do this..." With a cold snort, an old man in a blue cloak slowly walked to Petos' side and sat down.

He just raised his palm slightly, and a ball of chaotic power ran wildly and raged in his hand like a wild horse.

That powerful and evil energy wave seemed to devour everything around it.

Seeing this, Torres, who was sitting next to him, raised a malicious smile at the corner of his mouth, glanced at the slightly shorter Atorak next to him and said: "Hey, Atorak, this is not like your style..." However, facing Torres' sarcasm, Atorak did not say much.

He simply clenched his fists tightly, and the chaotic power that was originally restless in his palms suddenly became more violent.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar was heard throughout the sky.

Looking closely, it turned out that the psychic spell in Atorak's hand had begun to take effect!

The dazzling light and the surging energy intertwined together to form a terrifying shock wave that swept straight towards Torres.

Seeing this horrific attack about to fall on him, the smile on Torres' face froze instantly.

At this time, Atorak's low and threatening voice sounded again: "If you dare to speak to me in such a contemptuous tone again, then I don't mind sending you to the Psychic Labyrinth for a good 'fun' trip!"

Speaking of Atorak, he was once the most capable adviser and scientist around Mengska.

With his extraordinary wisdom and outstanding talents, he once became the focus of everyone's attention.

However, things are unpredictable, and no one expected that he would betray his beliefs and join the Chaos God Tzeentch, becoming a minion of evil.

"Oh my, I'm the last one to arrive..."

A figure covered with corpses pushed open the rotten door and slowly walked in.