Gray Helmet stepped on the loose soil, and the blood-soaked and dried soil made a gurgling sound.
Above the distant dome, red rain fell from the sky, tearing the gray fog into thin lines of fire.
[You can't go to the front line anymore.]
The steady voice of Fenus sounded, and the Primarch frowned tightly, staring at Hades who was taking a rest beside the black stone obelisk.
Hades was lazily crossing his arms, leaning against a running black stone obelisk. Around him, dark arcs of electricity seemed to tear the space apart, revealing an inorganic background.
“… I have the same idea,”
Hades said silently, swallowing the blood that welled up in his throat without leaving a trace.
Although the battle with the subspace just now was temporarily suppressed, the backlash on his body was also quite serious. Hades is not in a very good condition now.
Hades thought that he had to at least make sure that the only person who could suppress the subspace played the entire game, which meant that he couldn't fake a match and leave the field to die in the ICU.
Hades sighed and said,
"Feinus, you can rest assured that I am not a war-loving person."
Finus stared at Hades with his iron-gray eyes. He recalled the scene he had seen before, chasing the person on the opposite side madly, even requiring the Guards and the Sisters of Silence to pull him up at the same time—
Said he didn't want to fight.
Complex emotions rose in Finus' eyes, but in the end, Lord Medusa decided to trust the opponent. The most important step in a cooperative operation is mutual trust between the partners.
[I hope you keep your promise, Hades.]
Hades winked.
"I will."
As Hades spoke, green lightning burst out from the dark arcs, the red light of Hades' mechanical left eye became brighter and brighter, and a rustling sound came from under Finus' feet.
Finus lowered his eyes and took a small step back. Silver-white metal droplets flickered, and the cold liquid slowly climbed up the helmet and boots of Lord Medusa from the soil against gravity, and continued to flow upward along the dark gray armor.
"In the next battle, the Order of Silence and I will assist the Iron Hands."
Hades spoke, he looked out into the distance, the army of the Iron Hands reflected in his eyes.
[good.]
Finus said,
[So what's next, attack or defense? ]
Haddish paused. The Order of Silence and the Iron Hands were at a disadvantage in terms of military strength. At the same time, it was unknown when reinforcements from the Empire would arrive.
Hades, on the other hand, was convinced that he had just severely wounded Perturabo and injured Vashtor.
Hades pondered for a moment. In his mind, he made countless deductions on the map of Cadia, but the biggest destabilizing factor was always psychic power - as long as psychic power existed, you couldn't just deploy your troops according to normal strategies.
Finally, Hades felt the malice of this planet towards him and slowly opened his mouth.
"attack."
He said, and a tight smile appeared on Finus's lips. It seemed that he thought the same as Finus.
[The Iron Hands are ready.]
Lord Medusa said simply, his anger boiling beneath his cold words.
Hades also laughed.
"Let's see whose knife is sharper."
————
[The Iron Hands have landed.]
After a long silence, Perturabo spoke.
[On Plain No. 3, they have already joined up with the people from the Order of Silence. The fleets in the orbit of Cadia are still fighting each other, and they took advantage of the gap to perform an airdrop.]
Vashtor's eyes were fixed on Perturabo.
With the nourishment of the vast ocean, Vashtor became even bigger and more terrifying, as if the injury he had just suffered was invisible.
The monster said slowly and methodically,
+Our goal is not to win this battle.+
It pointed this out directly, and Perturabo looked back at it indifferently. The man and the monster were several meters apart, and in between, the fat Rodan was opening his arms, trying to reconcile the awkward atmosphere in a somewhat overwhelmed manner.
+Only the one spurned by the gods... Only him. Once he is killed, everything else will be easy. +
Vashtor said,
+Whether it is Finus, or other Primarchs...even Horus, as long as all the Black Stone Obelisks successfully reverse the polarity, no Primarch can prevent this miracle from happening. +
[Except him.]
Perturabo said without hesitation, grinning as if he were gloating over the misfortune that had just happened to him.
"How do you plan to kill him? We couldn't kill him when he was alone, and now - with an entire Iron Hands army defending us, you think we can kill him?"
Perturabo whispered,
This is unrealistic.
The flames on Vashtor's body burned fiercely, and iron worms entangled and squirmed around his metal body.
+That's not the right time... The Warp requires ritual, Perturabo, remember that. +
Perturabo sneered, mocking Vashtor's ridiculousness. At this time, Rodan, who was sandwiched between the two, made a vague cough, as if he had swallowed a mouthful of thick phlegm.
"May I have a few words, my Lords?"
Vashtor moved his iron wings, signaling Rodan to speak, while Perturabo crossed his arms.
[You'd better hurry up, time is running out.]
"Thank you for your generosity, my Lord."
Laton said slowly,
"But don't worry about that. Time is merciful and stagnant. We have plenty of time to wait for death to happen."
"My Lords,"
Laton said,
"We can reopen the Blackstone Obelisk, adjust the amplification to the maximum, and sacrifice a few main towers as pointers to adjust the room—"
What's the use of this
Perturabo interrupted Rodan impatiently.
[Even if the obelisk array is opened, the Great Rift still cannot be opened with that monster.]
Under the helmet and pus, Rodan smiled. He stretched out his fingers and fiddled with the potion bottles on his waist that were jingling and colliding.
"My Lord, I know something."
He said,
"It will take a price to suppress the psychic energy that is pouring out of Cadia and the entire Great Rift. This will have some effect - at least it can stop him from continuing to devour the innocent souls around him."
Vashtor's voice sounded uncertainly, as if it had suddenly gotten stuck.
+You mean just let him devour the psychic energy? +
“This is the will of the loving Father.”
Rodan said solemnly, and the Nurglings at his feet stood up and began to salute solemnly.
"It is also the will of the Supreme Heaven. I don't know what will happen in this, but it can indeed suppress him in the short term."
Vashtor remained silent. The Lord of Hearthfire did not know that Hades' physical strength would be worn down when he consumed a large amount of psychic energy.
But it knew that if the concentration of psychic energy reached a certain level - much higher than the rate at which the cursed consumed it, then the remaining souls would be able to linger around him for a certain period of time.
But... But what happens after that? What kind of existence will Hades, who has devoured a large amount of spiritual energy, grow into
Vashtor knew what the Four Gods wanted to do.
For Hades, there is no story after this.
The electric arcs around it squirmed subconsciously. Previously, it was because there was no [Sacrifice]. Even if it tried to kill Hades - if it succeeded, it would be dragged into the abyss by the madness before the death of this madman. This is an ending that no one wants to see.
Therefore, there must be a [Sacrifice] present, which is why Vashtor retreated tactically without hesitation. There was no [Sacrifice] present at the time.
The fire in Vashtor's eyes passed through Perturabo imperceptibly. No, not him. His fate was not interfered with too much by Hades - the Lord of the Hearth was sure of this.
A drop of pus dripped onto Rodan's armor. The little Nurglings at the pharmacist's feet were chirping and looking at Perturabo with squinted eyes, while some were looking at Lorgar. Unfortunately, the Lord of Hearthfire didn't care about these cute little things.
In other words, what Vashtor has to do next is to send Lorgar or Fenus to Hades, sacrificing the life of a primarch in exchange for the complete death of the cursed.
However, given the existence of Hades' Black Domain, it was difficult for Vashtor to fulfill the above conditions. The indiscriminate attack on the soul was a fatal attack on any creature in the subspace.
The possibility of getting close to Hades is zero.
And now, if Laton says so...
If Hades' black domain is restricted, the next action will be much simpler.
But they only have one chance, and failure would spell real disaster.
but…
Vashtor thought that since the four gods had already said this through Rodan's mouth, it proved that in the next war, the four gods would truly go all out.
Because the four gods cannot accept the outcome of failure.
The fire burned quietly.
When the four gods used the strategy of opening the Black Stone Obelisk, they had already tacitly acknowledged that there was only one end to this river of destiny—
That is, a real death.
+Good.+
Vashtor hissed,
+It looks like we can now have a truly "fair" battle. +
The Hearth Lord laughed, ignoring Perturabo who was staring at it coldly.
[All right,]
Perturabo said,
[I don't care about that - I hope to fight with Fenus next, Vashtor, you can choose your opponent Hades.]
Vashtor's laughter gradually died down.
Finally, it fell silent.
[besides,]
Perturabo stared at Rodan, his dark grey eyes flashing with the bright yellow of Chaos alert.
[Take out the rust you used to corrode the Iron Warriors, little pharmacist.]
Beside Perturabo, Vashtor froze, even the arc of electricity seemed to have stopped.
But apart from this, the conversation between the two people was extremely natural.
"Yes, sir."
Laton said meekly, picking up the small bottle from his waist with his fingertips. In the glass bottle, the rust like dried blood scab was breathing.
How to use it
Perturabo asked. He saw Rodan open the cork directly, and Perturabo subconsciously took a half step back.
"Just put it on."
Laton said casually,
"I will spread it to the Iron Hand. Master Perturabo."
Perturabo swallowed, his Adam's apple moving up and down.
[Give me some.]
He said, the cold look of Fenus coming to mind.
———
[The other side]
Lorgar was standing at the foot of the towering tower. Black powder floated down, and the Primarch's eyelashes trembled.
This is crazy.
He muttered, and commented in a low voice on this strange building that had just been built with the help of the Word Bearers and the local natives, while Ingsel laughed.
"My lord, this is the most crucial step. Only it can eliminate that false god."
Luo Jia pursed his lips and walked around the main tower with great interest.
[… pouring the subspace into the physical universe… but more than that… using the subspace influence caused by this great catastrophe in human history… the aftermath it produces is also powerful enough. ]
Luo Jia paused for a moment, and asked with some concern,
[This alone is not enough. It can only tear apart the empire, but it cannot imprison him. ]
"My Lord, oh, my naive Lord!"
Ingsel laughed strangely,
"The Lord, who symbolizes hope and ripples, will use His great power—He has been preparing for this moment for so long."
Luo Jia turned his head and stared at Ingsel calmly. He held his wrist uncomfortably and stroked it.
[I mean... isn't that enough? They need a guide, I mean, a mystic, a descendant of his bloodline.]
Lorgar stood there in silence, his body trembling slightly. His silence lasted a little too long. Ingsel looked at him strangely.
Luo Jia took a step back.
Is it me
He said,
[I am happy to sacrifice myself for the gods and tear off his hypocritical mask. ]
Ingsel's frantic words became quieter. He stared at Lorga, his body twitching violently. In a trance, Lorga saw blue wings falling from the corner of his eye, but the next moment, everything disappeared, leaving only the twitching Ingsel.
The demon opened his mouth and chuckled.
"This isn't the place for this drama, dear boy."
He laughed and mocked loudly. Fate had already been determined. The future had been observed by people in the past and collapsed into a single ending.
Those who see the misery of the future are destined to embark on the road to the future! Struggle desperately! Desperately twist on the road of fate! Every bit of struggle will bring the final outcome closer.
He could not wait for this wonderful destiny that was already happening in the future.
[past]
Council of Nikea
[Qianzi Lounge]
Magnus was trembling and breathing heavily. The cold light in his one eye that predicted the future slowly disappeared.
He raised his hand tremblingly, and in his red palm, the freezing cold blizzard seemed to still be in his palm.
He stood in the blizzard, the whole world was calling out for him, those kind beings in the Warp were willing to sacrifice themselves for the fate of mankind! Magnus raised his hand, it was not enough, it was not enough, his soul began to burn, he shouted the spell, he would sacrifice himself, with a determination he did not yet understand -
Magnus took a deep breath, his eyes went dark, and he leaned weakly against the cabin, feeling the slight tremor of the Space Wolves' ship.
Tyra…
Magnus thought, the Emperor still couldn't believe him, and he left behind a small piece of Magnus' soul.
This may be a good thing.
In prison, Magnus smiled bitterly and scratched his tangled hair in annoyance. He once again saw the prophecy in his dream.
Magnus smiled bitterly. This was just... just a lie. He had already been forced by the Emperor to see the truth.
The Scarlet Sinner trembled, and during the long period of darkness, he fell silent again.
only…
There was no snow on Cadia, so what exactly was Magnus seeing
Praise the Father! Praise! Praise you!!! Sevenfold blessings, sevenfold incorruption!
(End of this chapter)