Without any hesitation, Hades raised his hand and fired a shot. The black sickle cut through the space, and from the Titan, Hades leaped straight towards Perturabo.
Darkness enveloped him, and with crackling lightning, he saw Perturabo trying to move the turrets on the back of his armor, but after a few soft clicks, Perturabo's eyes panicked for a moment and his attempt failed.
But Perturabo raised his weapon almost at once.
Hades raised his sickle and compressed the black area at the same time, one strike, only one strike was needed -
clang!!!
Sparks burst out from between the raised hammer and sickle, illuminating the faces of both. Hades's palms were numb. He clearly saw that the sharp tip of the obituary had touched Perturabo's head. The emerald green blade broke the skin and blood flowed out.
But Perturabo had already lost. Hades felt that the long shaft of the warhammer that blocked his sickle had lost its force. Perturabo stood inside his armor almost as if on the verge of death, relying only on the support of the armor to stand. His body had lost its strength, and Hades pushed down -
!
In nanoseconds, Hades suddenly raised his eyes, and strange and fluctuating shadows were reflected in his dark pupils. The demon army and the psychic storm were overwhelming this side.
Along with the heavy curse, the strong wind brought by the psychic storm tore through Hades's messy hair and lifted him up! The sickle on the Lord of Steel's head was just a moment away, but just that moment -
Vashtor, who was running fast in the distance, laughed.
Bang!
Hades smashed straight into the body of the Titan behind him, followed by a tank overturned by the hurricane!
boom!!!
Smoke billowed up, and the huge machine made a distant roar, then fell backwards in an irreversible manner and crashed into the ruins of the vehicle.
The sudden departure of the darkness also gave Perturabo a chance to catch his breath, and he began to breathe violently like a fish trapped in the desert.
The light shone in his eyes again, and at that moment he seemed to truly understand death. The violently flickering fire of his soul seemed to disappear for a moment at that moment.
Perturabo coughed violently, and at that moment his whole world went dark. There was no more vast amounts of data, only him and only him.
And just as Perturabo coughed and vomited and began to regain control of his body, on the Titan's body filled with smoke and around the armor of the Lord of Steel, strange green arcs of electricity leaped up and crackled, becoming more and more intense, and the width of the lightning increased from the thickness of a thumb to the thickness of an arm in just an instant.
A cold voice sounded from the smoke and dust, carrying a hint of anger.
"You should be thankful this is Cadia."
Hades stood up from the remains of the Titan, and the fragments of the tank scattered from his body, but with a strange silver light. Perturabo's pupils trembled, and the solid steel turned into a semi-soft silk-like existence, shimmering in the darkness and sliding off the black armor of Hades.
Blood flowed from the corners of Hades' mouth. He compressed the black domain covering the area. A huge and trembling psychic light was shining on the edge of the darkness. For a moment, it was impossible to tell who was eroding whom.
But Hades' eyes were calm as he stared at Perturabo. He saw blood flowing from his forehead.
The concentration of psychic energy here is extremely strong, and it is directed at Hades. Otherwise, Perturabo would have died long ago.
But it didn't matter. Hades listened to the shouts of the demon army approaching in the distance, and felt the heavy pressure squeezing him all the time. Breathing became difficult, as if this was no longer air, but a deep sea filled with the vast ocean.
It doesn't matter, it's just a difference of ten seconds to death.
Hades raised his foot from the broken wall of steel. He stared at Perturabo, whose armor had been locked. The Lord of Steel obviously realized this as well. He looked at his own armor in panic. The armor that the Lord of Steel was proud of was shedding silver tears, as if confessing his sins.
Liquid gold dripped down, then floated up in a gravity-defying manner surrounded by green lightning, slowly condensing into slender spikes of less than half a meter in length, floating in the air with a slight tremor, as if not disturbed by the strong wind at all.
Hades also took a deep breath, and through the mist of Cadia, he seemed to see the huge eye of fear slowly looking at this place with a strange and colorful light.
The darkness enveloped them both, and the moment of time seemed to be stretched to an extremely long length. The whole world was like a tilted seabed. Time slowed down, and the breathless pair also slowed down.
Tsk tsk.
A slight piercing sound rang out in the middle of the night, accompanied by the screams of the adamantium being shattered. Tears turned into sharp thorns, piercing the adamantium armor. Drops of blood oozed out and flowed to Perturabo's feet surrounded by steel.
The long needle pierced straight into the body of the Lord of Steel, and the imprisoned beast was unable to move at this moment.
Hades' mouth cracked into a crazy smile, but unfortunately, he couldn't control these droplets accurately, otherwise they would aim at his brain. Hades waited for the moment when the psychic storm weakened, and began to exert force with his front feet against the ground -
Hades rushed out.
The green edge of the blade cut through the darkness around him, and the scythe rushed straight to the head of the imprisoned Perturabo!
At the same time, the long wedge pierced into Perturabo's exhausted body, cracking his hard armor and the smell of blood rushed into his nostrils.
Hades stared at Perturabo, and he saw Perturabo staring at him. The Primarch's face was hideous, and Perturabo's eyes were bloodshot, with tiny beads of blood oozing from his eye sockets.
Cracking sounds of breaking came from all over the Lord of Steel's body.
"Repent, betrayer!"
At the last moment, Hades roared, but at the same time, the sound of broken steel bars suddenly reached Hades' ears—
It was almost a dark gray wind.
The sickle didn't have time to turn and hit nothing!
Hades used the force to turn sideways almost the moment his feet touched the ground. The warhammer that hit his side made a heavy sound, and an obvious dent appeared on Hades' breastplate.
Hades immediately turned around and swung his scythe. The bright green light formed a circle of death around him. He heard the sound of metal falling to the ground, but the touch of the scythe told him that he had missed.
Hades's gaze was fixed on Perturabo, who was further away. He stared at the Lord of Steel in shock. Perturabo was standing there, still swaying -
With the help of the long spikes breaking the points on the armor, the Lord of Steel broke free from his armor directly!
Now, Perturabo was only wearing a light Olympian-style battle suit, half-naked, holding the hammer in his hand, with broken spikes protruding from his chest muscles, abdomen and arms, pointing straight outward.
Perturabo smiled, feeling... feeling the feeling that had finally become unfamiliar. In this darkness, everything became silent, including, including -
[It seems my guess was correct.]
Including the feeling of being watched.
Perturabo knew that something was broken, that something was no longer moving. In this ocean of blackness, he could no longer feel the lines of control, the ones that led him to command the Iron Warriors, the ones that pointed back at him.
This is true freedom.
Perturabo laughed. No, it was almost there. He could feel the disgust in his soul, not only for the recent filth and rust, but also for the golden light from earlier.
They existed simultaneously within his soul, and Perturabo found it amusing that, in a way, these outer lights protected his true soul from this ocean of darkness.
He even looked at Hades, who was being used by him, with a bit of frivolity. Even though he felt vague fear and uneasiness, his soul was trembling and screaming, but the crazy excitement and ecstasy made him still stand here.
[You, Hades—]
Perturabo said that his soul was fading and burning, but he tried hard to gather his flame. The Lord of Steel carefully controlled his distance from Hades. The fire of his soul was getting smaller, but after erasing those impurities, it became brighter and brighter.
Even in the darkness, Perturabo's eyes lit up, a dangerous bright yellow gleaming against the dark grey.
He turned sideways with some effort, and two streaks of fire passed by each other, leaving scorching burn marks on his shoulders.
Perturabo licked his lips. He could hear Vashtor calling him. He looked at Hades. The King of Hell also looked embarrassed. He was fighting against something - against those invisible beings. Perturabo knew that this was all with the help of Vashtor and Lorga.
Perturabo opened his hands slightly, raised his body, and blood flowed from his chest, forming a battle suit.
[I can ally with you, Pluto!]
Hades fired another shot at Perturabo's mouth. He was gasping for breath. He seemed to know what the Four Gods were doing. A force similar to that of the Emperor's finger bones, but more violent and more brutal, was squeezing him.
But Hades was also resisting, he was resisting violently, he could feel that they had also paid a considerable price, so that the spiritual energy that suppressed him had changed into two different colors in a few moments.
"fart!"
Hades shouted as he rushed towards Perturabo, but Perturabo was clearly prepared not to engage in close combat with him again, and without his heavy armor he became significantly more agile.
Without hesitation, the Lord of Steel turned around, his goal accomplished, and began to -
Run back.
Flames splashed from the ground beside him, and they began to chase each other in the steel jungle.
Hades almost felt like he was going to explode, he was running out of time, Perturabo was fooling him - he wasn't even ready to fight Hades!
Or did he realize he couldn't beat Hades after taking the next move? !
But this is not important. What is important is that Hades' opponent once again chose to escape.
In a trance, Hades seemed to have returned to that afternoon when he was running on the alien flagship, but this time there was no Lord of Death to help him stop these damn lackeys.
"Coward! Don't run!!!"
Hades shouted as he held the obituary high up, with iron chains made of black stone wrapped around his right arm.
Perturabo's words kept ringing in his ears.
[You are a self-defeating running dog, a false god, what reason do you have to condemn me?! ]
Hades stared at the fleeing figure, even though blood was still flowing from the corner of his mouth. He aimed at—
A full moon streaked across the sky in bright green.
Sharp enough to bring a light touch, the cross-section of flesh and blood is exposed in the air, and bone fragments splash!
Perturabo groaned, and looking down, he saw the green shadow. His left calf was cut off from one-third of the way, revealing the contracting tendon.
Perturabo was running at full speed, and for a moment he was in a trance. At that moment, bang! The huge broken sword gliding in the air hit his head like a slab of stone. Perturabo finally lost his balance and fell to the ground.
In order to catch Perturabo and close the distance between them in a short period of time, Hades rushed forward -
His cold hand reached the battlefield 0.3 milliseconds later and grabbed Perturabo's head, but the Lord of Steel was already drowsy in the black domain at this moment. Hades also fell to the ground. He pressed heavily on Perturabo, with weapons scattered around. Without hesitation, Hades smashed Perturabo's head directly towards the sharp steel bars exposed in the wreckage next to him.
"grass!!!"
Hades roared in anger. He looked at the steel bars that were flattened by the Primarch's head and realized that he was so angry that he lost his mind. But even so, in a few seconds, Perturabo's soul would directly dissipate in his black domain.
A rumbling noise filled Hades' brain, and he couldn't tell whether it was the blood flowing in his brain or the sound of the battlefield.
Hades took the broken sword back with his other hand. He struggled to half-kneel again, and stabbed Perturabo's neck with the broken sword. Perturabo smiled as he pressed his lips against the ground. He had made the right bet.
Boom boom boom—boom!!!
The huge flying ship fell directly into the battlefield from the darkness above. In a trance, Hades saw silver and gold worm cables. The flames of the explosion violently impacted his sight, and the white light containing psychic energy. At that moment, Hades caught a glimpse of the figure of the metal monster.
Vashtor stood in the center of the fire explosion, and its secondary limbs slowly picked up Perturabo, who was lying in the wreckage. The damn thing even had a smile on its face.
Hades' sanity was interrupted for a moment at that moment.
In the midst of the flames, Hades, who was blown away by the shock wave, thrust the broken sword into the ground. He steadied himself, then charged forward like a mad bull, completely ignoring the psychic energy that was madly pressuring him. It was as if four lunatics were screaming in his ears, but it didn't matter anymore. Hades' ears were buzzing and blood was flowing out -
He stood straight and resolutely towards Vashtor, who turned around in horror and saw that he was still here, raising his broken sword. He saw that the smile on the corner of the damn Perturabo's mouth finally turned into the mouth shape before the roar in horror.
Being able to make Vashtor scream, at that moment, he must have looked like a madman.
Psychic energy fluctuations rippled around Vashtor's body, which was a precursor to psychic teleportation - Hades pounced directly on him, raising his broken sword, and the darkness almost made the area tremble, interrupting their escape.
Vashtor's secondary limbs were broken by the sword, and in order to catch up with them, Hades gave up his balance and fell to the ground, but he instantly twisted and rushed towards Vashtor and Perturabo who also began to escape, crawling and running.
"Give me—die!!!"
Hades shouted, but in his peripheral vision he saw a blazing scarlet steel bull running towards them from a distance. Without any hesitation, Vashtor spread his wings and rushed towards the bull. One of its limbs tightly grasped the steel bull. In the darkness of Hades, the bull smoothly and terrifiedly carried Vashtor and Perturabo in its arms away.
Hades was left half-kneeling in the ruins with an unknown expression on his face.
Hades roared in anger, extreme anger,
"Ugh—Ughh ...
The next moment, the psychic tide that suppressed his black domain suddenly receded, and the noise of bombers was heard in the sky.
Hades seemed to not care about all this. He roared angrily. In the distance, the knights of the Order of Silence who had rushed over urgently began to fire ammunition into the sky. Even further away, Lorgar in the center of the altar almost collapsed to the ground as if exhausted. The makeshift sculpture of a false god of flesh and blood had turned into charred wasteland.
4.4, good
(End of this chapter)