Apple White Manson was born in a decayed nest, his mother was a prostitute and gave birth to him at the age of sixteen.
Because he didn't know who his father was, his mother gave him the last name of his favorite lover.
When his mother fell into the bottomless sewer in the nest due to excessive hallucinogens, Apple White was handed over to her aunt to raise.
Although his aunt was a devout believer in the state religion, his uncle was a psychopath. He had been humiliating Apple White since he was a child. Not only did he make fun of his figure, but he also deliberately dressed him up as a girl and scolded him for being a pervert.
Twelve-year-old Apple White could not stand the atrocities his uncle had against him, and finally killed his adoptive parents' family one night and set fire to the house. However, this kind of thing was not uncommon in the nest, so he was not pursued.
Afterwards, Apple White wandered on the streets. Due to past experiences and lack of normal teaching, his personality and personality began to be distorted to the naked eye.
In other words, when he was born in a crowd of people surrounded by the prey on the weak, injustice, promiscuity, deception, and mediocrity, his future was actually foreseeable.
Later, Apple White created the "heart-loving family". In fact, it was not a family, but a murderous group composed of perverts and criminals, with most of the members of young wanderers and scavengers.
If this is the case, then Apple White is just the most inconspicuous among the massive anti-social criminals in the empire, but when he accidentally saved the life of a wizard who was chased by the Ministry of Justice, his life trajectory changed dramatically.
Applewhite learned about the faith in Chaos from the wizard and learned many "lie" about the empire, so his purpose of killing changed, from simply releasing violence to a praise of the gods and evil forces.
If that was the case, then he was just a key member of many cultists in the empire, but in the next decade, the Black Legion's plundering fleet came to the planet where he was.
Fate once again gave him a "big gift".
By the time the leader of the War Gang split the unlocked door of the National Church, Apple White was already sitting on the pile of 320 corpses slaughtered in the name of the Four Gods.
So Apple White defected to a well-known Black Legion Warrior, and truly entered the field he "dreamed".
Day after day, month after month, year after year.
From one battlefield to another, from one planet to another, Apple White kills for the Four Gods.
He realized that the more he respected the dark master, the higher his position in the eyes of them and the Four Gods, and the changes that were imposed on his flesh and blood would become more and more intense.
Slowly, his face became more like a corpse and more in line with the power of destruction.
Correspondingly, when there is no fighting or killing, he will become as if he is suffering and suffering like hypoxia.
Therefore, when the legion launched an expedition against Pai Shangxing, he couldn't wait to participate and immediately joined the battle.
He has harvested a hundred heads in this world, but it is far from enough, far from enough-
"Sir, look!"
Suddenly, a despicable voice disturbed Apple White's prayer to the four gods. He raised his head angrily and prepared to slap the guy with his thorny gloves, but found that the people on the defensive position seemed to be pulled by an invisible big hand, looking out desperately.
He also looked at him and was immediately surprised.
In the dim light, three huge figures came out of the smoke. Their armor was dyed red by blood. The chest, shoulder and leg armor were covered with bloody human skin, and several bloody heads were tied around their waists, and blood-stained chainsaw swords were held in their hands.
None of them wore helmets, but they seemed to have messy tattoos on their faces, and they could not see any specific appearance.
But that doesn't matter anymore.
"Great Blood God, why are these grandpas--"
Looking at the approaching blood-colored giant, Apple White couldn't help but moan, I wonder what kind of luck he had hit, and he would meet these guys.
Other cultists also looked lingering in fear.
Not all Astartes in the Black Legion were wearing black armor. In fact, many terrorist believers still maintained their "piousness" and insisted on painting the armor blood-red, but this was not the point.
Everyone knows that the terror warriors are the hardest to get along with, and their emotions are unpredictable at any time, especially for mortals.
The killing seemed to them to be no different, whether it was the Imperials or the slaves of the Legion.
There are no fewer cultists who die at the hands of the terrorist warriors than those who die under the Imperial laser gun, so all cultists who are not terrorist sects have a consensus.
How far away from these lunatics are you hiding as far away as you want.
"Strange, why did three people suddenly appear?"
However, Apple White has been lying on the battlefield for many years. After initial surprise, he suddenly became confused.
Logically speaking, all Astartes have their own areas of responsibility. He doesn't remember that his superiors told him that three terrorist warriors would pass by or come to support him.
For safety reasons, Apple White took the copper trumpet beside him and said loudly:
"Three lords, we are the heart-breaking soldiers under Lord Ilkand Pilay. We are responsible for defending the area and ensuring the offensive route of the subsequent troops. Please stop first and inform us of our purpose."
The three giants did not stop, but continued to move forward silently.
Apple White frowned, feeling a little uneasy.
"Head, shouldn't it be crazy, right? Why don't we hide?"
The crazi berserkers often fall into the madness of being too addicted to killing, so the leader around Apple White has already started to tremble, for fear of encountering this mess.
"What are you afraid of!"
Kicking the boss away with one kick, Apple White picked up the trumpet again.
"Sir, don't make it difficult for us to do it!"
Finally, one of them opened his mouth with a wild and rough accent.
"Another nonsense, I've cut down you trash! We have our orders! The Empire's Astat is here! Do you have to rely on you trash!?"
"Sir, please wait, I need to ask my superiors for instructions!"
"What you ask for is nothing to do with me! Don't block the way, otherwise this will be your end!"
Seeing the other party threateningly patting the head on his waist, Apple White sighed softly, and it would take several minutes to ask his superiors for advice.
Of course, there are only three people on the other side. With their firepower and number, they can still be blocked. If they do that, their fate will probably not be very good.
Will his master be willing to get into evil with a group of terrorist warriors for them?
Apple White didn't know what was going on.
As for whether it might be the enemy's disguise, he didn't quite believe that this would happen. After all, Astarte of the Empire was full of glory and arrogant, and should not be able to do such a thing.
"Forget it, open the door and everyone stay away."
The cultists hurriedly moved the barricades and opened the door, then shrank into the fire point, watching the scarlet giants approaching.
As the three terrorist warriors approached, the strong smell of blood stimulated everyone's nerves, and even every step they took would leave a bloody footprint on the ground.