The earth was silent, dust was rising, and the air was shaking with uneasy and anxious dryness.
"whee,"
The purple-eyed demon hunched over, holding up a staff made of human bones. It raised its head to look at the sky, and the white membrane like a toad's eye blinked, reflecting the sky that was beginning to stir like colorful porridge.
Ingsel raised his staff, opened his hands, and waved the bony staff wildly, rubbing against the yellow sand, making a rustling sound.
"New era, haha! New era!"
Behind it, the blood of Ingsel's guards was smeared on the huge altar. The black blood flowed back from the lower part, and coiled around the body of the Central Primarch like a black snake. Lorgar knelt there, his eyes reflecting the flames of the cathedral from Terra. He also looked up at the sky in ecstasy, with a sly smile on the corner of his mouth.
[False Emperor... False Emperor... You will pay the price for your deception and hypocrisy. ]
A corpse-white flash lit up from the other end of the dome, the white light shone brightly, covering the original constant sunlight, like a cold sun rising.
Perturabo laughed. He even felt a tremor of ecstasy. The final step would be completed by him personally. His soul trembled, but his hands that changed the obelisk's circuit were more precise than the most sophisticated machinery. At this moment, he was fully focused.
It's getting better... It's getting better...
Low, mournful, and giggling whispers lingered in his ears, and a venomous snake slowly climbed up his neck, revealing its scarlet core, and patiently persuaded him.
The Lord of Fire also held his breath. The eternal flame flickered in his eyes. The cable obediently coiled back to his side. It would witness the overthrow of an era and the true beginning of a brand new era.
"Hee! What a good day! What a good day!"
Ingsel shouted towards the sky, saliva dripping from its stacked fangs. It sniffed the stench of psychic energy in the air wildly with excitement and franticness, mixed with the discordant smell of burning gunpowder. The sky began to tremble, getting closer and closer!
Kneeling on the ground, Luo Jia began to pray to his god in a low voice. The purple-eyed primitive people also knelt down and twisted their bodies like insects.
Perturabo stopped suddenly, he straightened up and stared at the circuit in front of him. The alien's circuit only had the last section and the last step left.
Perturabo's brain trembled.
Vashtor's head moved over and placed it on Perturabo's shoulder in an ambiguous manner. Its other sharp claw grasped Perturabo's hand from behind.
+Come on, come on... the last step.+
The Lord of the Hearthfire said excitedly,
The Lord of Steel sneered, and coldness and cruelty began to emerge in Perturabo's trembling eyes.
I will.
Perturabo said,
[Let this corrupt empire fall.]
He reached out his hand to complete the last step—
In the cold wind of the Himalayas high above Terra, on the throne, the Emperor's hands, which were casually tapping the table, stopped, and the Lord of Mankind slowly opened his eyes, with golden light surging in them.
In the deepest imprisonment cell within the Space Wolves' ship, the withered Crimson Sinner shuddered violently.
Under the gorgeous sunset of Baal, the archangel facing the orange and red sun froze, and the colorful feathers between his outstretched wings trembled slightly in the wind.
On a rainy night in Nostramo, the Lord of the Night stared into the darkness with his dark eyes, and drops of acid rain as big as beans streaked across his nose through his wet and disheveled hair.
Inside the catacombs, the metal skeleton sitting on the throne playing with antiques put down his hand holding the treasure in confusion.
In Barbarus's reception room, Mortarion's hand stopped signing the document. The Lord of Death looked up from the document silently, his heart beating violently.
Is there something wrong
Mortarion frowned, raised his hand, and casually wrote a few numbers on the space between the scraps of paper -
[The time has not yet come, but the full moon is approaching.]
The Lord of Death whispered these words.
What does this mean
What exactly happened
Perturabo was silent, Vashtor was silent too, and the crackling fire burned quietly in Vashtor's eye sockets.
[… Success? ]
Perturabo asked in an uncertain, even trembling voice. He might despise himself for showing such hesitation, but not now.
Vashtor was silent, as if it was still there, with only the flickering fire of hatred and the arc of electricity making a slight sound.
The long, rough sound of rusted metal creaking echoed, and Vasenthal leaned his metal head forward, the firelight illuminating the circuit.
+… That’s right. +
The Lord of the Hearthfire spoke in a low voice, shook his head, and for the first time spoke in an uncertain voice,
Perturabo turned his head and stared at Vashtor, who also stared at the Primarch in silence.
Perturabo abruptly refocused his gaze on the circuit. He melted the alloy that had been welded in the last step, welded it again, and furiously tried to re-ignite the energy source several times.
No response.
On the earth, Ingsel's frantic dance stopped. It stopped there stupidly, saliva dripping from the crack of its snake mouth and splashing onto the ground. Under its feet, the ignorant believers were still twisting their bodies.
“Ah…ah…”
The ugly demon trembled and slowly stretched out his hand, and the distant scenery was reflected in its lizard-like sandstone pupils—
A wisp of smoke rose from the horizon at the limit of vision.
Sizzle
In an instant, the sky suddenly turned black and white, the vast dust rose up and fell to the ground, and the world fell into silence.
Tick. Tick.
Tick.
Next to the pitch-black helmet and boots, blood dripped into the yellow dust, causing floating dust to splash and cover the black armor with dust.
Hades hunched over and coughed violently. He weakly supported the violently shaking black stone obelisk beside him, and black lightning and verdant arcs entangled around him.
The resonance surged violently, the tall tower screamed, a polarity completely different from the other black towers unfolded here, and the darkness stretched out in a twisted manner.
Hades' vision blurred and darkness enveloped everything. Without any defense, Hades wiped his mouth and his palms were covered with blood.
No... No, Hades could feel the black domain expanding recklessly, greedily devouring the unguided psychic power.
He could feel the Black Domain growing, but it was growing... too fast.
Hades took a deep breath, supported himself with the black tower, and suddenly straightened his upper body.
Next to the Blackrock Tower, a few fireworks ignited at the bottom of the airborne capsule whose hatch was forcibly kicked open, and smoke drifted out of it.
Countless corpses lay in the darkness.
Within the radius, only the dead remain.
Hades took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and felt the resonance of the black stone obelisk beside him. The dark electric arcs spread violently, tearing bottomless ravines in the earth. The abundant and ownerless psychic energy was the best conductor of the arcs.
Perturabo stood up suddenly and smashed his hand on the circuit. With a bang, the line was disconnected, and the gushing spiritual energy springs on the entire planet began to dry up.
[—Hades!!!]
The Lord of Iron shouted in anger. At this moment, Perturabo, who had previously focused on the last step of the great cause, realized the fact that he could not control the Iron Warriors in the remote areas.
In the Iron Warriors' scanning array, above the atmosphere of Cadia, a long black river was floating quietly, almost as if invisible.
Feeling that the source of his psychic energy had been cut off, Hades breathed a sigh of relief, and the rising lightning began to subside.
"Airborne pod."
Hades said this calmly, and then the sky above his head was lit up with countless meteorite flames.
The next step is to wait for reinforcements.
Hades wiped the blood from the corners of his eyes and mouth again. He subconsciously touched the emperor's finger bones around his neck, but the withered finger bones still did not respond.
Just now, the psychic power of Chaos and Lordless was about to surpass the Emperor's finger bones, and it was only unguided. Hades could only rely on urgently reversing the polarity of a black stone obelisk to resist.
… Hades took a deep breath. If he exerted his full strength, he wouldn’t be able to hold out for long.
But... Hades sneered, and the chilling fire of war ignited in his eyes. If he fought to the death,
It was enough for him to kill Perturabo and Lorga.
Maybe, don't wait.
(End of this chapter)