The Great Whirlpool is a star field where the physical world and the subspace are mixed. The gods are wary of it and want to get involved.
The broken physical god roared, and the Nightbringer felt the extremely unstable psychic fluctuations in the area. The scraps of cloth under his black robe flew everywhere, trying to disperse the psychic laws that were beginning to spread.
But this is a whirlpool, and the curtain separating the two sides is already in tatters.
Since Khorne can bring down power through the authority that symbolizes blood and violence, this means that -
Even the Emperor can!
Even though the current emperor is far from the God-Emperor in the horror story, even though the distant foreign lands still interfere with his power, even though there are no holy candles and scriptures of the state religion to summon gods here...
However, in the howling cold wind, countless Sages and World Eaters shouted the names of Ohm Messiah and the Emperor and rushed towards the enemy. The light burst out by humanity at this moment was the best medium to resonate with the pulse of the Lord of Mankind.
Amidst the surging blood and energy, golden light suddenly appeared!
Hades held the broken sword in his hand. The dazzling golden light flashing on the sword made him feel an indescribable pressure. The Emperor's finger bones were suspended, and together with the necklace, they were trying to pull Hades' neck. In an instant, Hades felt that the Emperor was going to strangle him to death.
In order not to affect the Emperor's psychic power and to prevent the finger bones from strangling him as much as possible, Hades retracted his black domain as much as possible.
Through the finger bones, tiny golden lights lit up on Hades's jet-black armor, and then moved along Hades' hand holding the broken sword to the huge blade of the Enemy's Blade.
Following the finger bones that were about to strangle him, Hades raised the sword in his hand. The slow and heavy explosion of the Titan sounded in front of him, and the explosion illuminated Hades' face.
In a trance, Hades looked through the side of the broken sword and saw a knight riding a mule. His black hair fluttered in the wind, leaving Hades with only a handsome back.
The huge monster that covered the sky surged and roared in front of him, but the emperor riding on the broken mule raised the sword in his hand steadily.
The emperor seemed to be saying, watch out, I will only perform this operation once.
The golden ripples ripple on the enemy's blade—
The next moment, a huge golden sword light slashed towards the Night Embracer!
The Night Embraceer raised his hand, and the space in front of him suddenly distorted, but the golden light still rushed straight towards him!
At the same time, on the neck of Hades, who was being guided to swing a sword, the finger bone was flashing with a look of regret, and Hades, who was suppressed by the Emperor's huge psychic power, could hardly breathe. He hated psychic power.
Around Hades, the sages who witnessed the miracle with their own eyes, their voices became more and more enthusiastic—
"Praise the God of All Machines! Praise Ohm Messiah!!!"
After the sword was swung out, the finger bones that had begun to dim suddenly lit up again.
Hades' pupils suddenly dilated, and he suddenly heard. For the first time, the deaf man heard the noisy and chaotic world. He sensed that someone was praying to him - no, not to Hades.
Hades felt that part of his existence that did not originally belong to him.
In a flash he fell into the silent ocean again, but that was enough. Hades once again grabbed the illusory lightning. He ignored the discomfort brought to him by the Emperor's psychic energy. The metal fragments under Hades' feet began to float slowly, and crackling green lights appeared.
The sword swung by the warrior who once slayed the dragon successfully caused damage to the Nightbringer, but it was not enough to break it. The Nightbringer stood up, and when he refocused his attention on the [Dessert]...
He saw a figure with metal floating all over his body in the battle formation of the fanatical Titan mechas, and violent green lightning flashed between the divine machine and the figure.
Psionics and rules simultaneously began to wrestle with the Nightbringer's domain.
The sacred binary language murmured, the shells were loaded, the overheated ion pipes cooled instantly, and the War Machine roared and poured fire at Him again, but the ammunition at this moment was not as weak as before. The Titans, who were blessed with the power of the Void Dragon, were already extremely excited at this moment.
The God of All Things is watching over them!
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Angron pounded the cabin angrily. The Stormbirds were still flying through the storm. They had not yet reached the battlefield. Angron felt like the nails on his head were buzzing.
He looked angrily at the reinforcements that kept falling from the sky. Even they would arrive at the battlefield before the Primarch.
From a certain moment on, the Forge World of Salem that came to aid the World Eaters went crazy. The sages sent their armies down at all costs. Angron even saw a spaceship crashing straight into the center of the battlefield.
Angron listened to the roar of the engines, squinting his eyes. Through the layers of wind and snow, he saw those giant war machines attacking desperately. Some seemed to be twisted by some invisible force, but the next moment, the twisted metal seemed to come alive and began to cover the damaged parts of the Titan again.
He saw green lightning flashing around all the machines on the battlefield, and metal crawling up the damaged parts.
[grass!]
What the hell is that
Angron cursed. This felt very much like the metal skeletons they had just fought with. However, the Primarch believed that at least the Mechanicus who were assisting them did not have this ability...
Is Hades a wizard
Angron paced the cabin irritably. He did not like fighting with the Librarians and Psychics. This would only drive the nails deeper into the ground. He hated this feeling.
But his broken mind remembered that there was no need to think about these things. There was only one thing Angron had to do. He would fight with the leader of his reinforcements! Until victory! Or death!
The Stormbird's engine made a loud noise, the battleship's altitude suddenly dropped, the hatch opened in front of the Primarch, and the ice blood and fighting spirit came together!
Angron jumped down, and the Lord of Red Sand aimed at the black rag floating in the air and threw the bloody battle axe in his hand directly.
[war!!!]
The Primarch let out a deafening roar, the rage brought by the nails replacing everything else.
But at the other end of the battlefield, a cry of surprise was torn apart by the wind and snow.
"Angron?!"
Inside the Titan array, Hades watched in shock as Angron slashed straight down at Nightbringer. The sudden appearance of the Primarch interrupted Hades' plan and dealt a solid blow to Hades' precarious sanity.
Hades immediately clenched his fist to stop the next round of fire attack, and immediately ordered all the Titans who were slowly retreating to attack at full speed.
But they were too late, the distance between Angron and Nightbringer was rapidly decreasing - and Nightbringer was not even paying attention to Angron.
No-don't!!!
Lightning suddenly burst out around Hades, the metal under his feet exerted force, and the Lord of the Silent Order suddenly leaped up. For the first time, Hades tried to attack Nightbringer head-on alone. His goal was not to injure the Star God, but to try to make Nightbringer's attack focus on Hades - instead of Angron.
Why on earth is Angron here?! Hades should have just knocked him out with a hammer!
Hades saw from the corner of his eye that the Primarch was directly blasted away before he could touch the Nightbringer. Angron flew out, but in the moment before the impact, Hades clearly saw that the violent blood energy blocked Angron's attack -
Khorne, you're still here? ! ! !
But Hades' inner roar was interrupted by the Nightbringer's attack the next moment. The green lightning surging around Hades obscured the Nightbringer's death gaze, and the suspended black stone creaked in the broken space.
Hades coughed up a mouthful of blood, and two Titans rushed out of the array to save him. The Divine Machine rushed towards the Nightbringer without hesitation, interrupting His continued attack.
The moment Hades landed, he began to command his army and rushed towards Angron. Why the hell was Khorne still trying to seduce Angron at this time?!
Hades was gasping for breath. The Void Dragon's ability blocked some of the Nightbringer's attacks for him, but he was also seriously hurt.
He felt the suffocation brought by the Emperor's spiritual energy, and the finger bones were still strangling him. Hades shouted,
"Angron!!!"
He saw the Primarch's figure staggering to his feet, but what made Hades feel wrong was that Angron seemed to be slowly losing his self-consciousness at this moment. Hades was horrified to see blood gathering at the Primarch's feet.
Hades felt that the string of his sanity was broken.
Behind Hades, the Nightbringer's gaze refocused on the Master of the Order of Silence, and Hades could feel the pressure of space beginning to press down again.
At that moment, Hades thought a lot.
Time seemed to stand still, and he began to revolve around.
He thought of the miserable life on Barbaros, the first time he learned how to use a hoe to dig out the hardened ground, and the first time he ate corn, he almost vomited it because it was so bitter.
He thought of the arduous overtime life on Death Guard, and the deep resentment towards him in Garro's eyes - and the dark circles under her eyes.
He thought of Macragge, which he had not yet visited... The agreement with Guilliman was probably going to be ruined.
Hades thought of Mortarion again, and he hoped to take his ashes back with him - maybe Mortarion would use Hades's ashes to grow a pot of flowers.
Finally, Hades thought of the two human traffickers, the Emperor and Malcador. If it weren't for them, Hades would probably still be happily working overtime on his warm Death Guard.
Even at the last moment, the Emperor's finger bone did not let Hades go. Even though it guided Hades to feel the power of the Void Dragon, it was all in vain.
Hades' thoughts suddenly stopped. He thought of the blade of his nemesis, which absorbed the golden light much more easily than his armor, the feeling of oppression that had existed all the time since the golden light came on, and the finger bone that seemed to have been strangling him with a rope.
No, that wasn't the Emperor trying to strangle Hades... it was just... it was just simple psionic repulsion between the black realms!
The Blade of the Nemesis, which has good psionic conductivity, can instead bring out the Emperor's psionic power.
The reason why Hades felt in a bad state was because the Emperor's psychic power suppressed part of his black domain!
Hades opened his mouth and seemed to know what to do. Emperor, I'm sorry.
He raised his hand and pulled out the finger bones in his neck.
At the last moment, Hades's desperate shout pierced through the snowstorm that Khorne had carefully arranged and pierced straight into Angron's ears.
"Angron—open your mouth!!!"
With a blank mind and only a burning desire to fight, Angron subconsciously turned his head to look at the source of the familiar voice. He might not understand what Hades was shouting, but that was not important. What was important was that the Lord of Red Sand had his mouth wide open, gasping for breath.
The Emperor's pinky bone flew precisely into Angron's mouth.
The next moment, the golden light that blinded Hades' eyes lit up.
His back was completely unprotected and he was attacked by the Night Embraceer again and was knocked away.
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"My Lord, what happened?!"
The Imperial Regent flung open his office door with unseemly abandon, and Malcador looked in horror at the Emperor, who sat at his usual desk.
But the table in front of him cracked, as if it had been split by a great force.
The documents were also split into two halves. The emperor held the pen in silence, and the end of the pen slid off the pen body.
The emperor raised his eyes silently. He seemed to want to say something, but he didn't know what he should say.
Malcador looked at him, waiting for the Lord of Mankind's explanation.
Finally, the emperor's mouth moved slightly.
"There is a dog."
thing.
Yay, 3.4k is gone!
(End of this chapter)