A dazzling blue and enchanting figure rose from the ground, and phantom feathers flew down. The dense feathers looked like scales, flashing with ever-changing light.
The entire space began to distort, and the slums in the distance seemed like a burning dirty fire. Screaming, laughing, crying, billions of sounds came from the broken bodies of the Absidians.
The concentration of subspace here has soared to the extreme, and waves of psychic energy are surging from the other side. The entire altar is like a lone boat in the sea, shaking under the beating of psychic energy. Some of the people on the boat are directly knocked down by the huge psychic energy impact.
Hades' expression remained unchanged, his sickle drew a flash of fire on the ground, he stood firmly in place, opened the black domain, and signaled the soulless people to approach the shelter.
The Castle-class mechas stand around Hades, and their powerful physical defense mechanism means that Hades only needs to worry about psychic attacks from the subspace.
As Hades expected, the concentration of the subspace at this moment was not enough for him to complete the suppression, and he needed external force.
Hades counted silently in his heart.
Ten, nine, eight
The sound of twisting metal rang out in each tank, and red lights flashed, getting more and more urgent—
Hades stared at the phantom that was still taking shape, always on guard against the opponent's attack, but unexpectedly, apart from the useless psychic shocks, the demon that was still crawling out of the warp did not launch any other attacks.
Hades blinked. It seemed that the demon that was forcibly summoned did not want to fight with him.
III. II
A faint glow of fire lit up at the opening of the detonator.
The last point of the illusion began to form a real image. The two-headed bird was staring at the seemingly tiny Hades below it.
Hades raised his eyebrows. Carlos the Fate Weaver, he probably knew that the next step was to make harsh remarks.
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Sure enough, the bird's two beaks simultaneously emitted a deafening laugh.
But at the same time, its hand reached out to its own strangely slender neck.
+The Fool Who Plays with Fate—+
+Struggling with destiny—+
In the corner of his eye, Carlos the Fate Weaver saw the smile on Hades' face as he loaded the Soulless Bomb.
It also saw the crisp and bright sparks lighting up from the intricate streets and alleys, the ominous black fog rising into the sky, and all perceptions being slowly erased—
Carlos acted decisively. The words were still stuck in his throat, but his claws had already exerted force. The sharp claws directly pierced the newly formed flesh and blood body. The smooth feathers on the neck exploded messily between the claws, and a short scream interrupted the words.
+Pay the price! +
zero.
Thick black stone mist suddenly rose up, colliding with the thick smoke emitted by the chaotic flames. The rich psychic environment suddenly shook, and the psychic's ashes were suddenly blocked. The black stone concentration suddenly surged. The authority has been handed over, and Pluto should take power.
—The Underworld Descends—
Everything was quiet.
Deep and ominous dark clouds enveloped the land, with green lightning occasionally revealing its strong and sharp body. Death was its raindrops, and under the dark clouds, people fell to the ground silently and trembling.
There is no noisy sound of the warp waves with the screams of psykers, no prophecies toying with people's hearts. Silence is the privilege of the dead and is also the preference of Hades.
As the raindrops fell, the waves began to recede, the flood receded, leaving only a desolate land.
Hades looked at the last fading blue with regret. He did not catch it and could see that the future Carlos exiled himself back to the warp at the last moment.
Unfortunately, their Mr. Carlos committed suicide and escaped before he could finish his prophecy and abuse.
Hades lowered his eyes, sensing the souls that suddenly went out in the underworld. Farther away, in those areas where death was not possible, he also brought nausea and dizziness to these psychics.
The wind at high altitudes is always biting, and the rising black stone powder is rapidly dissipating. Hades can feel that after a brief welcome, the environment here has begun to become hostile to him again.
The thick dark cloud began to become unstable and soon dispersed with the wind.
The dark clouds dispersed, and normal sunlight, which conformed to the rules of atmospheric refraction, once again illuminated the land.
But at the last second when the psychic energy disappeared, Hades' eyes suddenly flashed with surprise—
[Gather together! Get close to the mechas! ! ! ]
A shrill shout was heard in the Soulless Channel, and the next moment, a loud explosion was heard from the ground beneath their feet.
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[Never expect danger, danger does not need help. There is no such thing as destiny for people to challenge themselves, and the active desire for war will never boost morale. ]
[—Ultramarines Notes 56.xxi]
They are famous for their self-disciplined rationality, observation, analysis, decision and implementation. This is the sharpest weapon of the Thirteenth Legion.
This is also the reason why Guilliman was able to lead the Thirteenth Legion to achieve brilliant results in the Great Crusade.
And now, he could observe that Mortarion was not in a good mood.
Mortarion, who had just tried to talk to him, now turned into a war machine commanding the advance with an expressionless face.
And what just happened. There was a huge explosion in the slums, right after those two phantoms.
Guilliman raised his eyes, thinking about how to ask and understand more about it all, the Death Guard's battle plan, the characteristics of the enemy, so as to fight better.
But it is obvious that the Death Guard are currently immersed in an admirable killing war, and an angry fighting spirit is burning them.
Led by Mortarion, the Death Guard's front line is advancing at a steady but astonishing pace.
Stormbirds roared through the air, blasting large building shelters into shattered wreckage, while transmitting the latest aerial views to ground troops.
Large chunks of building stone were splashed around along with the dirt, which was mixed with blood, flesh, and body parts, but could not be identified from the dirty soil.
Although the Death Guard were very fast, they still maintained synchronization on the overall battle line. Guilliman observed the map and found that no team was obsessed with pursuit and blindly pursued forward.
The Death Guards in the rear will use a mobile missile to further clear small and medium-sized obstacles for the front-line fighters, as well as to blow up larger crowds, in order to provide a better combat environment for the Death Guards in the front.
The warriors in the center were responsible for burning the dead or dying wizards with flames. In order to relieve the pressure, the front line would occasionally place a few enemies in the center.
Most of the Ultramarines were also on the central front, responsible for replenishing the damage, but at the same time, Guilliman also ordered his warriors to learn and imitate the actions of the Death Guards on the front line -
At the same time, they were asked to stay as far away from the green flames of the Death Guard as possible. To Guilliman's surprise, the Ultramarines' helmet breathing system was unable to completely filter out the smell of these poisonous flames.
Those Death Guards at the front were obviously elite. They were familiar with psykers. Facing the psychic howls and sparks of the half-crazy wizards, the Death Guards drew out their scythes and took the enemy's lives as quickly as possible.
In the area distorted by the psychic's painful emotions, some special grenades were thrown, and Guilliman could see that those grenades had the characteristics of stabilizing the physical space.
Mortarion rushed in front, with a kind of uneasy irritability. This Primarch, who often dealt with wizards, had amazing proficiency. He rushed directly into the wizards who gathered and tried to cast spells, cutting them all apart with his scythe.
Blood and flesh were splattered all over the ground.
The air was trembling. Mortarion shouted a few words angrily into the communication channel. Some special airdrop pods flew over the sky. Guilliman saw that those airdrop pods would land in densely populated areas, and some of them would land in slums.
Guilliman knew how to speak.
[My brother! If necessary, the Ultramarines can also support here. ]
[No, it is not necessary.]
Mortarion's irritated voice sounded from the channel.
[Follow the Death Guard, we need to clear the way to the slums as soon as possible! ]
In the overhead map that was transmitted, those Absidu troops that had been disbanded in advance, and those troops that were stationed in unimportant nodes outside the royal city, were converging towards the slums at full speed.
The heavy vehicles loaded with explosives rushed towards the wreckage of the altar which had suddenly been completely destroyed.
Currently only the Death Guard's air forces were intercepting them, the main force was being held up by the wizards in the residential areas, and although they were the most skilled butchers, it would still take time to clean up a million stray sheep.
Explosions sounded from time to time at the other end of the slums. The billowing smoke obscured the vision of the Storm Birds, and the low and crowded shanties were the best fuel for the flames.
And Hades’ channel is still [lost connection] to this day.
Mortarion cursed softly, they were deceived by this planet, they were careless, even though it was a wizard world, they only had the simplest and crudest means of physical combat.
But the Death Guard drop pods have arrived, and they can certainly...
In the completely destroyed wreckage, a hand stretched out from the ruins, and then a lying stone was pushed away and hit the ground with a dull sound.
Hades stood up with an expressionless face, his helmet missing, blood flowing from one side of his head but already beginning to dry.
The abundant spiritual energy flowing in the altar is not the spiritual energy that drives the magic circle, but the safety buckle that suppresses the explosives and prevents them from detonating.
That is to say, no one except Hades can detonate these explosives.
Hades didn't know whether Tzeentch wanted him to live or die - but he was very clear that Tzeentch did trick him with a dark sense of humor.
In the infrared imaging of his left eye, Hades saw the pitiful, ignorant, and suicidal enemy troops trying to move towards him in the thick smoke.
After accurately and carefully assessing the current situation and making sure that there was nothing hidden in the environment,
Hades raised his scythe.
3k words!
Yes, code.
(End of this chapter)