This is the Maelstrom, where the Warp and the real universe are disrupted, which means that those who play with psionics can better interfere and better predict the course of fate here.
They therefore see more clearly.
But these are the Star Gods, and their existence can beat up these idiots who use psychic powers to play with precognition.
So they in the subspace can't see so clearly.
But this does not mean that these beings who play with psychic powers cannot use their wisdom, calculations and deductions on the chessboard, and logic can also be their powerful weapons—
But the premise is that their opponents are also logical.
Unfortunately, there are people on this battlefield who do not possess this powerful and beautiful quality.
For example, Angron, the Lord of Red Sand, who suddenly interrupted the battle.
Hades' logic is obviously complete and rigorous, although no one except himself could have thought of this.
The angry ones are angry at themselves, the wicked ones laugh loudly, the idle ones look sideways, and the greedy ones become motivated.
The Emperor frowned in slight displeasure, and the long-range psychic wrestling caused golden flames to ignite around him.
The Lord of Mankind took a deep breath, and then took another deep breath.
From the moment the Emperor bestowed the finger bone on Hades, he never imagined that the fate of this ill-fated little finger bone would be like this. Hades had merely kept it intact for one year, one hundred and thirty-seven days, four hours, seventeen minutes and five seconds.
But... The Emperor closed his eyes, frowned, and felt the crumbling body of No. 12. He had just driven away the raging flames for his unfortunate offspring.
What replaced it was not a gentle force at all, but a brutal and unreasonable force of faith and spiritual energy that roared into it.
The Emperor "looked" at the fragment of the Star God in front of him holding a sickle. The gift chosen by Khorne was indeed exquisite.
If Hades and Angron were the only ones left, Hades would have no chance of survival, and Angron would be taken away by Khorne after Hades' death.
Even if the Emperor directed the power of Hades's Void Dragon, their chances of survival would be slim against the Nightbringers, who prey on their own kind.
Perhaps Hades had done his best, even if the Emperor had not expected it—he had not anticipated the situation would turn out this way.
The Emperor carefully controlled his psychic energy. Before the battle was over, No. 12 needed to maintain a state capable of fighting.
Psionic energy is inherently counterproductive to Hades's Black Realm, and so the Emperor cannot bless Hades directly.
This is why the Emperor wanted Hades to keep the Blade of His Enemy. The broken sword, which had been blessed by the psychic power of the Four Gods, was enough to allow the Emperor's psychic power to unleash its full power.
But in the face of the Nightbringers, this is far from enough.
The dullard has not yet come to his senses.
The previously set psychic energy forced the dull man to resonate with the warp, which consumed a large amount of psychic energy that had been accumulated. The Lord of the Silent Order finally realized the weak power of the dragon.
But it’s still not enough.
Fate was moving slowly towards its predetermined course. The finger bones, which had consumed a large amount of spiritual energy, could hardly sustain any decent attack, while the distance was too far for the Emperor's hand to reach.
Perhaps Hades and Angron will be slain in the Maelstrom.
The Emperor, realizing this, reviewed the documents expressionlessly. Before this, the Lord of Mankind had experienced countless failures. He could only do what he could and accept what had happened.
The finger bones allowed him to sense that there was trouble on Hades' side, but due to the presence of Hades himself, the Emperor was unable to know the details.
But just as the Emperor's consciousness began to think about how to deal with the failure of the Maelstrom, his body shook violently!
The direction of the power of faith suddenly changed! The psychic perception became clear and even strong in an instant! The Emperor felt an unimaginable resonance -
Is it Angron who is resonating with his psychic energy? !
In an instant, the Emperor knew what had happened on the battlefield of the whirlpool.
The finger bones can conduct the Emperor's psychic energy, but next to Hades, the psychic energy can hardly play its original effect, so Hades simply threw the finger bones directly at Angron - the Primarch has a very high compatibility with the Emperor's psychic energy.
In just a moment of contact, the more compatible psychic powers of the Emperor and Angron drove away Khorne's wrath!
Hades... Hades, it is difficult for the Emperor to evaluate his actions. Objectively, this did save Hades and his men's lives, but...
… Hades could have switched to a more normal, more acceptable move.
The Lord of Mankind took a deep breath, hoping to calm himself.
The suddenly cracked desk obviously disagreed with him.
On the other side, in the middle of the whirlpool where fate had been shattered beyond recognition, under the gaze of the gods—
In the cold wind, black fog began to spread in the ruins where Hades had fallen, with bright green flashes flashing in between.
The constraints have been removed.
The next moment, the shadow of a dragon rose up.
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This is the battle of the gods.
Countless flames fell from the sky with rolling blood clouds. Even the giant knights on the battlefield were just entry-level toys. Only the Titans and the flying ships that were willing to dive into the earth from orbit could barely add a touch of gunpowder to this battle.
In the center of the shaky sight, the red-gold God of War was raising his axe and roaring. Every axe he struck carried a rage that could split the sky and the earth. He chopped at the enemy violently, and even though his wounds were full of blood, the blood was so scarce that it could no longer drip.
The red-gold giant fought with the darkness, and another kind of darkness followed closely the battle, constantly interfering with the Night Holder's plan to go elsewhere. The metal twisted and pierced into the darkness of the Night Holder, binary language spread layer by layer, and the empire's war machines roared into the fight, using their huge bodies and explosions to add weight to the victory of this demigod war.
They died without regrets, just because Ohm Messiah came back to the world!
The explosion caused the earth to tremble continuously. Everyone found it difficult to stand still. Facing Ohm Messiah, the sage simply knelt down and kowtowed. Then he stood up resolutely and began to run forward, running towards the center of the vortex of death.
Faint green arcs of electricity leaped around the sage's body, and he stumbled.
The ground shook and he almost bounced up. A huge shadow enveloped him from behind. The Titan ran over his head, slowly and heavily rushing towards death. Sparks from the barrel of the God Machine's cannon burned holes in the tattered red robe.
A language far more sacred and beautiful than the simple binary rang out in the Sage's mind engine, far exceeding the maximum power of his engine, but the insignificant parts of his body began to dissolve, and the flowing metal slowly flowed into the mind engine, forcing him to understand.
His mental engine was quivering.
Another flying ship misled by the distorted space exploded next to the Sage. The huge shock wave directly knocked him away, and his tattered body flew in the air. He saw the vast metal tomb below him, with countless alien corpses and Mechanicus corpses stacked densely.
He rolled to the ground and hit the ground hard, but he successfully entered the more central battlefield, with black metal fragments floating unconsciously at his feet.
"Oh, O Messiah!"
He shouted and ran forward again. Green lightning suddenly lit up beside him and his world went dark for a brief moment. When he regained his senses, the sage found that his lower body had disappeared. A huge pit appeared behind him, and the entire ground looked like a piece had been dug out by a spoon.
He was discovered, attacked, and Om Messiah saved his life! Because the gods still needed him!
The sage struggled to crawl forward, and the flowing metal formed streams beside his crawling body. They tried to heal him, but with the main body still fighting fiercely and both sides competing for power and territory, they were obviously unable to perform a true miracle and could only awkwardly block the gurgling oil and blood for him.
The sage crawled over countless corpses, some of foreigners and some of sages. All the sages' corpses maintained a pilgrim-like posture of moving forward before they died.
He felt his whole body was cold, but his thinking engine was burning. He saw the technological creations of the aliens. The sage knew - knew how to operate it. Om Messiah gave him the authority!
He pushed away the heavy corpse holding the scarlet sickle in front of him, and the sage struggled to reach the operating table, but after several struggles, his chest rested on the black stone and he slowly slid down.
The indicator light flashed a few times and then went out.
Silvery white liquid metal surrounded him feebly, like the cold tears of Ohm Messiah.
Five seconds later, another sage roughly pushed his body away and smashed his hand on the console.
The Nightbringer who was fighting fiercely let out a shrill scream.
I have a lot of things to do today, so I will stop here... I will code more tomorrow to make up for it...
(End of this chapter)