Above the wasteland filled with smoke, the radio waves began to boil, and the faint roar of a dragon tore through the strong wind.
The storm bird shuttled through the dark clouds. Looking down from above, above the reddish-brown plain, silvery-white spider webs were extending densely outward, metal was crawling across the brown soil, and emerald green lightning was rising.
"Praise Hades!!!"
The engines roared, and the cavalry charged straight into the enemy camp. The machines flashing with green lightning collided with the flesh-and-blood machines wrapped in hateful arcs, and a loud bang exploded.
Shouting praises, the Great Sage smashed the Axe of Mecha God at the enemy, and his bloated and sharp legs like a reptile pierced the opponent, and the torn strips of red robe turned into blood in the twisting joints.
"heresy!!!"
The great sage shouted as she swung another axe at the flesh-and-blood mechanical creature that was pinned down by the foot spikes, hitting the monster's head. The imprisoned demon screamed, and her sound-collecting device was destroyed. A worm made of twisted metal cables burst out of the demon's body and rushed towards her.
Brilliant green light illuminated her face twisted with hatred, a burning smell came, and the cables fell to the ground.
A huge sound of hammering was heard, and an Iron Warrior rushed towards the Sage who was still looking at the enemy's body. The next moment, a war hammer was thrown out from behind the Sage, accompanied by bullet fire. The Iron Father rushed out with the hammer raised, smashing the attacking Iron Warrior.
The great sage was shocked and immediately turned his gun towards the next enemy.
In the distance, ancient and blasphemous chants rose up, numbers accompanied by characters, that was the rage of machinery. Vashtor spread its wings and rose into the sky, every cable baring its fangs and claws. It stood on the edge of the sky illuminated by the fire of hell, calling out loudly to its believers.
Flames ignited at its feet, winding into the array like venomous snakes, and the fire from the Maker ignited in every Iron Warrior and blasphemous creation, and metal cables rose and bared fangs.
The soldiers roared and rushed towards the enemy, and the flames on their bodies also rushed towards the opposite side.
The flames burning the sky illuminated every Iron Warrior who was fighting against the Iron Hands, and the hot and twisted hellfire burned hatefully.
And on that distant shore—
The earth was silent under the cover of darkness. Absolute darkness and silence descended. From time to time, green lightning suddenly exploded. For a moment, living beings could catch a glimpse of a strange metal sculpture slowly rising from the horizon.
In the darkness, there are dim silver dots, like stars in the night.
A deep and bone-chilling cold was flashing in the eyes of every iron warrior, and their eyes were pitch black.
In the dark and rolling Styx, tiny stars suddenly appeared. That was the last moment of light of the soul. The light exploded and then fell into the rolling Styx, falling into eternal sleep.
There were also blasphemous flames that went out in the waters of the Styx, and finally uttered a series of screams that were as loud as one could hear.
Hades took a deep breath, he was suspended in the air, a faint pure white glow illuminated his face, he heard every prayer, the radio waves became tangible, flowing in front of him like flowing strings.
The wind whistled rapidly in his ears, as if he was not moving, but the space was suddenly shortening. Hades, with an expressionless face, was getting closer and closer.
His eyes reflected the two people fighting and the expanding mechanical monster.
Perturabo blinked uncomfortably, trying to shake off the chill that shook his soul, his teeth clenched so tightly that blood oozed from between them.
The Furnace Breaker that Finus struck down suddenly enlarged in his eyes!
clang!
Sparks exploded, and Finus immediately raised his hammer to strike again. The flames of hell were burning behind Perturabo, and the stench was stinging the nostrils of the Lord of Medusa.
The two Primarchs were entangled at an unimaginable speed, their figures turned into shadows in the air, and two pieces of gray mist moved rapidly.
Vashtor muttered in a low voice, raising its artisan's hammer, with its sharp fingertips pointing in the direction where the primarch was fighting.
Behind Perturabo, hidden metal spikes rushed towards Finus like venomous snakes, with poisonous light that could penetrate armor.
Hades shouted loudly, and suddenly raised his hand and opened it. Lightning gathered in his palm, and grasped it! Emerald green arcs exploded like bright fireworks, and on the Terminator armor of Fenus, which was covered with silver threads, the green thunderbolt rushed straight towards the spikes like a dragon.
Within a gap, the spikes met the arc, and the sharp blades of the Lord of Medusa and the Lord of Steel collided again. In the blink of an eye, Fenus smiled mockingly. He stared at Perturabo, his veins bulging.
clang!!!
Perturabo's arms went limp, and at the same time, the Furnace Breaker hammered down. Perturabo quickly dodged, and the Furnace Breaker brushed past him. Perturabo gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, and clenched his fists to smash towards the breastplate of Finus!
The flames rushed up the gauntlets, bringing with them a foul stench.
Tiny silver-white suspended droplets gathered around Fenus and rushed towards the flames.
A mouthful of blood flowed from the corner of Hades' mouth. It was too far, too far!
The iron fist broke through the defense and Fenus coughed violently, but the Lord of Medusa did not retreat and took the punch head-on. Then, as Perturabo closed the distance between them, the Furnace Breaker tripped over Perturabo's weapon. After a sharp sound of metal collision, the Furnace Breaker and the sharp blade fell to the ground together.
Finus raised his iron hand, with shimmering silver light, and rushed towards Perturabo!
Vashtor called out, his hoarse voice like the roar of a factory,
+Believers, return to the embrace of the Machine God! Accept the breath of the machine!!! +
In the illusion of the tidal ocean, the giant metal machine is humming and running. Faith, faith, the faith in the tireless pursuit of the path of machinery and the path of craftsmanship!
Research and development, design, forging! The demigod is gathering its authority. This is its function. No creature who devotes himself to the way of the machine god can escape!
The sages screamed in pain, but no one backed down. They would rather ignite the detonation program and open the engine to the maximum—
The Iron Hands also suddenly stiffened for a moment, the mechanical prostheses in their bodies became hot, burning their heartbeats.
The title of Pluto seems to be the last ray of hope, and some have even tremblingly given up the praises of Om Messiah and turned to the throne of Pluto.
Pale green arcs rose up, carrying absolutely cold rationality, cooling down the boiling souls of people in the silver subspace and dancing with the red flames.
Pluto! Pluto!!!
The creatures shouted.
Wa,sh,to,er.
Hades silently recited this word in his heart. He felt the ensemble of mechanical rhythm. It was the perfect harmony that could never be controlled by the chaotic creatures in the subspace. This was the aesthetics that belonged to physics! It was the romance of the truth of the universe! It was not just the idealistic illusion of a creature in the subspace!
The truth of the physical universe belongs to mankind!
Hades exhaled a bloody breath, and the space around him began to distort slightly.
On a larger and more distant battlefield, the stardust of concepts gathered and dispersed, turbulence rolled in the lake, and the brilliance of "machinery" and "reason" slowly flowed into the bottomless source.
No-No!!! Vashtor screamed, that monster didn't know how to use these things at all, it was just a greedy and ignorant glutton!
The Hades named Taotie took a deep breath, a twisted smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, his blood turned into silver liquid gold, the silver gathered around his body, he felt the authority of the Void Dragon, and the memories of observing the Nightbringer in the past began to emerge.
The River Styx was raging.
Black water dripping.
Vashtor subconsciously touched his face, and in a trance, he saw his hands full of black and dirty water.
But in an instant, only its own hellfire remained on its fingertips.
Vashtor shook his head violently, and refocused his thoughts on the battlefield. Finus and Perturabo were fighting fiercely, but Vashtor knew that Perturabo only needed a little help.
It caught a glimpse of the approaching terrifying figure out of the corner of its eye, and darkness enveloped everything. No, there is no rush, Vashtor thought, this is just intimidation, and there is still some distance to go.
The blasphemous iron giant stood up, and in the rear of the Iron Warriors' position, the Word Bearers began to chant. Vashtor waved his staff again, and beside Perturabo and Fenus, the space began to distort, and explosive psychic energy gathered, as if it would explode in the next moment.
Vashtor opened his mouth, ready to chant—
Silver and white gathered in his palm, lightning brushed aside the messy hair—
Whoosh!!!
A silver rainbow spans thousands of miles!
A spear made of silver metal pierced through the steel body. Time seemed to stand still. Vashtor spread its steel wings wide, and its body trembled awkwardly in the air. A sharp spear pierced through its collarbone and stabbed out from under its thigh.
The vigorous arc of electricity on it seemed to have just dissipated.
+Luo—+
Vashtor's scream was stuck in mid-air, the space around him suddenly exploded, darkness instantly engulfed everything, and the loud noise of heavy objects hitting each other could be clearly heard throughout the battlefield!!!
At that moment, except for the two Primarchs, everyone, all the actions of the Great Demons stopped for a moment, and a huge wave of suffocation surged from the sea of souls and consciousness. All living beings stood trembling in place, suffocating and thirsting for air, their eyes looking towards the horizon -
boom!!!
A mountain of smoke exploded in the sky, and something incredible hit the earth—
Vashtor made a dying gurgling sound, its ugly head pressed against the ground, pinned down by the heavy object, its extremely weird claws tightly strangling its neck.
Crack, crack, a subtle sound of something cracking was heard.
A drop of silver-white liquid mixed with blood dripped onto Vashtor's face and slid down its rough face.
Vashtor stared at the face shrouded in darkness with his eyes wide open in disbelief. His pupils trembled, but he became increasingly powerless.
Those inhuman eyes were staring at it, blood gushing out of Hades' mouth, countless lightning-like black cracks climbed up Hades' face, and slid down his neck into the body under the Terminator Armor.
The scars caused by forcibly breaking through the space seemed to be dried up by thunder, leaving only a pure black abyss like a flat surface.
But it was also like the dent when a container is about to break. Something even more terrifying and darker appeared from the shell of "Hades" and looked coldly and mercilessly at Vashtor who was strangled by Hades.
At that moment, Vashtor was certain that the monster pressing on him had no sanity left. This was the inevitable price it paid for learning how to break through space.
The power made it lose its mind.
Or in other words, it is left with only the purest cruelty and the purest essence.
"Why aren't you dead yet?"
The red light was muttering to itself in low voices, staring at Vashtor, and even looked at its own hands in confusion, as if it was violating the common sense deeply engraved in its bones.
Vashtor choked and groaned. The godhood it had just forcibly acquired was rapidly dissipating. No, no...
Its mechanical limbs struggled on the earth, flapping against the shore like a dead fish. The black tide washed ashore, and it was pressed to the other side of death by the most terrifying monster.
+… Luo… Jia. +
Vashtor called out. In the distance, Ingsel suddenly splashed blood on the magic circle. Lorgar, who had been silent for a long time, pulled down the lever in his hand.
Above Cadia, the black stone obelisk made a violent humming sound, and four colors flashed from the top of the tower with a frenzy of crazy!
Above the wasteland, all the black stone obelisks began to tremble. A deep resonance came from the depths of the earth, and countless arcs of electricity swirled around each obelisk.
In the area where the Iron Hands were stationed, beneath the black stone obelisk tower that was emitting a hazy black mist, the Soulless Guardians suddenly vomited blood from their mouths, bleeding from all seven orifices, and slowly knelt on the ground, trembling.
“No… No…”
A male soulless person collapsed on the ground, his brown eyes staring helplessly at the tower that was reversing its polarity on its own. He slowly crawled to the operating table of the Black Stone Obelisk, but watched all this happen in vain.
“… Pluto.”
A mocking voice exploded in his ears, and the soulless man's head suddenly lowered, never to be raised again.
Similar scenes took place under countless high towers. The psychic energy gathered more and more fiercely, and with the power to overturn the entire galaxy, a huge psychic storm that covered the sky began to roar towards the front line where the two armies were fighting.
Hades, who was kneeling on Vashtor, let out a shrill cry. Vashtor, who was suppressed by Hades' black domain and unable to move, witnessed the whole process—
Why didn't he try to protect himself?!
Time is always the most precious thing. Pluto's dark cloak made of black domains suddenly extended, and black and silver-white blood dripped down. Hades roared, and the darkness suddenly expanded tenfold, a hundredfold!!! But its depth did not fade at all!!!
The River Styx was boiling, and the embrace from Hades embraced every loyal human soul. The sages knelt on the ground trembling, immersing themselves in this supreme river of silence, praying for the safety of the gods as if they were entrusting all their souls.
The Iron Hands watched it all in amazement. They did not understand what was happening, but the sound of dripping blood rang in the ears of each of them. Their souls trembled from the bottom of their hearts, and they loyally saluted the great man.
But these weak beliefs are not enough to fight against the huge waves from the warp!!!
As if hearing the painful struggle of the thing called Hades, Finus, who was fighting in the strong wind, shifted his attention for a moment without a trace. A bloodthirsty light flashed in Perturabo's eyes, and the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter under the screaming of psychic energy -
Perturabo struck hard, blood splattered, and Fenus screamed like a wounded captive animal—
A huge wave of psychic energy roared down, and Vashtor's chest rose and fell violently as if he had just learned to breathe. The power was once again released from the cage contained by the black domain. It struggled to crawl on the ground away from the monster—
It did it!
In Vashtor's peripheral vision, the being named Hades looked as if dead. He knelt there in a daze, looking at the feast prepared for him.
Like an old, faded sculpture, the skin peeled off Hades' face, the cracks extending with a crackling sound, revealing a dark base color.
Hades seemed to be dead.
In the silence, Vashtor laughed in disbelief. It was so frightened that it didn't seem to understand what was happening.
But the Lord of Hearthfire could feel the godhead re-condensing, the parts that Hades had tried to plunder.
Faith is useless, right
Vashtor thought that those who were spurned by the gods could no longer use the black domain, which meant that Hades was useless!
It stared there—
The silver-white liquid metal under Hades' feet was flashing and surging. After Hades released the black domain, these silver-white and pale green forces gathered again under him.
Silver-white climbed upwards, covering the body that was intertwined with pitch-black and blood-red, and a pale green arc lit up—
The tidal waves were overwhelming, and in the waves, the figure of a dragon rose up.
A corner of the Void Dragon is born.
People looked up at the sky in disbelief. In the almost materialized ocean of colorful psychic energy, a silver god rose from the ground, anchoring the last piece of physical pure land in the area.
The dragon screamed and rushed towards Vashtor.
4.5, yeah yeah yeah
Recommend books, BoBo
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