War is a huge beast. Only the coldest and hardest metal machinery can whip and tame it, and make it lower its proud head.
Blood and tears are just a little joke of war; a true king is a miracle forged of alloy and gunpowder.
Take the reins of industry, the most brilliant and violent warhorse in human history.
Undefeated since then.
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A storm of rage crashed against him, threatening to tear him from his perch.
He remained indifferent, with billions of shouts rising around him.
He felt the pulse of the metal.
He heard the humming sound of power armor breaking in the extreme cold, the roar of gears in the sage's skeleton, the explosion of overheated engines among the galloping knights, and the roar of the driver inside the huge Titan.
The bolters buried among the corpses groaned softly, the helmets that had been shot off cried silently, and the chainsaw axes lay on the ground spinning in vain, and the owner holding it had already fallen.
The spaceship in the planet's orbit sent him a transparent and ethereal call, as distant as the sound of the tide beside the coastline. Storm birds fell in the strong wind, and they struggled to the ground under the giant hand of gravity. On the reddish-brown dirty earth, a small bright yellow wildflower bloomed, and then disappeared in an instant.
Hades lowered his eyes, and the gears and cables laid out the appearance of a battlefield for him.
He began to lay out.
Even in the spatial dimension closer to him, an even more intense war was burning. The shining golden giants and the broken black-robed Grim Reaper were like the war itself. The red-gold light and dim darkness made all existence focus on this point.
But this war was on a much larger scale than that, he watched the men charging.
He raised his hand, the floating metal and lightning were his dress uniform, and the radio waves were his baton.
The first radio wave trembled in the air, and the World Eaters and Skitarii who were scattered by the Night Bearers and the Necrons received the coordinate signal. The crowd began to gather, and they attacked forward like a stream, merging into the sea of artillery and smoke.
The heavy vehicles struggling in the mud and blood were roaring. The gods pointed out the direction for them. They loaded, aimed, and fired. Countless shells drew perfect arcs in the air and smashed into the ranks of the Necrons.
In the ocean of radio waves, the god let out a long and distant sigh like that of an ancient giant whale, and ripples spread out. The mechanical beasts heard his call, and they roared and rushed into the battle, some rushed directly into death, and some headed for more remote battlefields.
There, the Necrons, despised by the Nightbringers, were being consumed madly, the aftermath of the war between gods wiped out thousands of soldiers, the wisdom of the dragon made the resurrection protocol no longer work, and green lightning rose up secretly and struck the aliens.
Hades waved his baton, responding to people's calls, whispering in the ears of every sage, and spreading the necessary wisdom, even if the price of wisdom would be the recipient's brokenness.
He could not see life and fragile organisms, he could not hear the cries of soul and intellect, but he saw the gears turning, moving forward without retreat.
This must be done by them, the dragon is watched, and the hidden action must be performed by the despised.
Countless sages fell on the road, but countless sages also stepped into the forbidden zone of life. They were shattered and never retreated.
Finally, the thirty-seventh sage who touched the black stone creation did it—
The space suddenly twisted, and the tyrannical force strangled the chains of the Nightbringer. With unquestionable determination, the cage began to reclaim its prisoner, and it slowly and firmly withdrew His power.
The Nightbringer let out a mournful wail, and the broken god began his final frantic struggle.
Absolute, overwhelming physical laws descended upon this place. The king on the cranial throne shouted angrily, and the frown on the Lord of Mankind slowly smoothed out.
On the other side of the Nightbringer, Angron, with blood dripping from his head, roared angrily, and the Son of God raised his battle axe and smashed the enemy for the last time. Then he staggered and fell to the ground.
The floating metals caught him.
In the darkness, violent green arcs of electricity rolled, the pitch-black sickle hung down, the melted metal dripped onto the sickle, and brushed across the sickle blade like tears.
Hades raised his scythe expressionlessly.
The sky trembled, and another huge boat crashed heavily into the Nightbringer.
In the distance, Kahn looked at the center of the battlefield in disbelief.
A huge mushroom cloud rose up, and the next moment, a roaring darkness rose up in the smoke, and a magnificent shadow entangled in pain emerged in the air. Angry and unwilling screams pierced the sky, darkness showed its fangs at darkness, and sickles chopped down at sickles—
The space suddenly turned black and white, and the screaming stopped abruptly.
It was as if the pause button had been pressed. People stopped in shock. All the impacts were silent. They heard the sound of engines idling and the flames of war burning quietly.
The soldiers charging with guns raised looked towards the center of the battlefield. The dazzling red-gold light was slowly dissipating, as if representing the departure of the gods. Pitch-black clouds slowly rose, with a faint dull green lighting up in between.
"clatter."
Kahn blinked in surprise. The sound of the liquid falling to the ground was so clear and distinct.
"Da da."
The sage stretched out his hand tremblingly, and a drop of silvery-white liquid hit his half-broken hand. It obediently and mercifully slid into the cross-section of the gears and wires and wrapped around the wound.
It's raining.
Ohm Messiah shed his tears.
The rain gradually became heavier, and the thunder of the pine trees split the storm, washing the land along with the heavy rain.
it's over.
In the wasteland, the survivors began to cheer.
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"Help... Help me."
Hades said weakly, but it was obvious that the Custodians and Sisters beside him hesitated.
It was not their fault. Hades was now lying on his side on top of Angron, who had fallen into a deep coma. Faint green lightning was lighting up around Angron's body. They could clearly see the metal flowing upwards towards Angron's nails. The nails no longer made any sound, but lay quietly on Angron's head like a dead snake.
Angron was close to death. If Hades had not said that he was still alive, no one would have believed that this Primarch, whose blood had been drained out, was still alive.
Hades coughed softly.
"I said, someone help me up."
Charon and Hefa looked at each other, then Hefa raised his hand, and little Herrera stepped forward hesitantly.
"My Lord, are you sure you can stand up now?"
"… "
Hades took a breath.
"… Don't you realize I was holding down Angron?! I can't keep holding down the wounded?!"
The Guards and Sisters then realized that the Primarch had human rights. They moved Hades away and brought him and Angron back to the fleet that had been waiting in orbit.
On the Stormbird, Hades looked out the window silently.
Under his orders, the army was already on guard beside the cages that imprisoned the Broken Nightbringers. People stood with difficulty on top of the layers of metal skeletons, chatting loudly and easily, showing each other the scars covered with liquid metal, and occasionally pushing the corpses with their feet.
He looked towards the center, but the twisted figure of the Nightbringer was not worth Hades's attention, so he shifted his gaze to the side -
There, the body of a sage stood intact. The activation of the super-dimensional cage caused his life to stagnate at that moment, but even if he survived by chance, he would die from the excessive amount of knowledge that was roughly crammed into him in a short period of time.
Within five steps of him, no less than twenty corpses of sages were lying quietly.
And within ten kilometers around him, there were more deaths than raindrops.
Also, code
(End of this chapter)