People, just people, crowded together, sticking to the observation window on the inner side of the star ring.
Most of the people were wearing the work clothes issued by the factory. Although most of them were not dirty, they were wrinkled and had oil stains on them, making them look new.
Some were dressed more cleanly, with the insignia of imperial officials sewn on the cloth, which were obviously the clothes of servants.
Men and women, young and old, all were looking forward to it, staring at the planet on the other side of the window, the faint green reflected on their pale faces.
All the factories on the Star Ring have temporarily stopped operations, and the streets in the cities of the Star Ring are empty.
Almost all the Barbarus people came to the observation area of the Star Ring. They left their jobs in the factory and their jobs as imperial officials, and brought their wives and children with them, just to wait for that historic moment.
The day Barbarus eliminated the poison gas.
Everyone is waiting.
Tall Barbarus Death Guards were scattered among the crowd. They were specially sent by Legion Commander Mortarion to maintain order, but in fact, the quiet crowd did not require any management.
It was not Mortarion's original intention to let these Death Guards of Barbarus manage the crowd. The tall Primarch was already aware of the small commotion regarding Barbarus in the Legion.
After all, they are also Barbaros.
The Death Guards appear to be standing guard, but in fact they are observing their own planet.
Everyone is watching, everyone is waiting.
People stand in the star ring, looking down at this beautiful green planet, which is their home.
Hades stood in the wasteland, looking up at the fog that never dissipated all year round. It was the cage that imprisoned the Barbarus people.
The tall black tower stands quietly above the vast land.
This moment has finally arrived. The pointer moves to a scale beyond destiny. The stage that has been carefully built will eventually collapse. The actors who have been toyed with for so long walk off the stage and begin their own story.
In a small room inside the main tower, Hades was staring at a simple screen with lights flickering above it.
Every flash of the red light means that a black tower is ready. Thanks to Ms. Black Law and the silent sisters she leads, these silent sisters will be responsible for checking the status of the sub-tower.
In the distance, the Sisters of Silence stood silently and solemnly in the watchtower next to the Black Tower, checking the status of the Black Tower for the last time as instructed by Hades.
Soon, all the red lights were on.
Radio waves came from Graeae, and all kinds of machines controlled by the Mechanicus were ready, ensuring that the next giant machine would be deployed as soon as the anti-psychic domain ended.
The sages of Graeae, along with their crusaders and mechanical servants, sent shuttles densely throughout the highest atmosphere of Barbarus. The giant machines were suspended in the air by the shuttles, swaying slightly.
This is the minimum distance that is just enough to avoid being touched by the anti-psychic field.
All sensors were turned on, and the sages did not want to miss any details that followed.
Okay, all is ready.
Hades sighed softly, he concentrated his attention, raised the obituary, and inserted the blade downward into a gap in the ground. The huge blade fit perfectly with the black ground.
This is where the circuit of the Black Tower is disconnected.
The signal for the main tower to begin charging was sent.
Above the star ring, Mortarion stared at Barbarus. The Primarch felt nervous for a rare moment. Poison gas slowly drifted down from his armor and piled up into a misty hill at Mortarion's feet.
Vox beside him also said nothing, staring at Barbaros.
Hades took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and carefully began to control his black domain.
The black area slowly flowed down along the obituary, quickly filling the gap, and then began to flow in the direction of the loop.
Faint tiny green lightning began to appear around Hades. These tiny green lights surged irregularly, as if space was beginning to collapse.
Except for the bright green, all colors are fading, losing color, becoming empty
Above the wasteland, faint green flashes penetrated the fog, appearing and disappearing. The sky trembled and all the animals were frightened.
It plummeted toward the earth.
In an instant, billions of dark green lightning violently surged up into the vast sky, piercing through the thousand-year-old fog in a flash, and the piercing thunderbolts like the screams of the dead tore through space, turning the entire world upside down!
The world was shaking, trembling, and shuddering. The space began to blur, and the vision became confused. In the thick fog, violent lightning rolled like waves, and the fog was torn apart, disassembled, and swallowed up.
Wild screams and low mutters came from a corner of the warp, but at this moment and in this place, the laws of physics have regained their supreme authority. Disorder and chaos are the debris abandoned by the god of physics. Solid laws will lay the foundation here, and everything will run under the path of order and rules.
It rushed, merged, and churned, washing away everything in the world and also crowding into his mind.
Pluto watched all this.
His face was expressionless, neither sad nor happy.
All living things die.
—The Underworld Descends—
Everything was silent, everything was still, everything faded.
The brutality just now seemed to be just a fleeting glimpse, and the soul watching the miracle blinked in disbelief, but nothing was left except the slightly rolling mist.
Then, it started to fade.
The colors are like waves lapping against the shore, receding into the distance of sight.
All souls will disappear and sink into the sea which is far lonelier than death.
The creatures here are destined to have a chaotic background, and fanatical emotions may be the original cornerstone of these souls.
Fate does not welcome him here.
Pluto stood on the shore, looking at the corpses at the bottom of the water. Bird bones and animal carcasses were scattered all over the ground. On the other side of time, this place would be covered with human remains.
The skull also looked at him blankly.
"Why are you here?"
It asked, its eyes flashing a scarlet red light, like blood.
Hades blinked and the indicator light came on red.
This marks the end of the first phase.
Hades pulled out the obituary stiffly and looked at everything around him in disbelief. A strong sense of unreality squeezed him.
Heavy, he felt tired.
In the darkness, there was nothing but the flashing of the indicator light.
Hades tried to leave. He opened the door of the small room with force. With a bang, thick moisture hit him in the face.
It's raining.
Hades took off his helmet, and raindrops as big as beans hit his face, flowing down his cheeks and brushing across the scar that ran through his entire face.
Hades took a deep breath, and the fresh air instantly filled his nostrils.
This reminded him of the smell of the neighborhood just after the rain.
Heavy rain began to wash away everything.
(End of this chapter)