The Eye of Terror screams.
A deafening roar resounded across the galaxy, the warp rolled, huge waves surged, different psychic oceans collided, setting off huge waves -
This is the only chance!!!
The first scream was heard from the strange maze, the birds in the garden flew away in fright, the blood pool surged, and lingering chants were heard from the deep bank.
The Eye of Terror suddenly opened wide, and psychic cracks like bloodstains from a torn eye climbed out from the depths of the Eye of Terror, surging with an ominous tide.
The overwhelming spiritual energy crashed into the roaring silver-white giant, and the dazzling and strange white waves surged, instantly submerging everything!
The huge waves suddenly swallowed Hades who was rushing towards Vashtor!
After an angry roar, Vashtor was fortunate enough to see the terrifying figure being swept away.
Bang!
Vashtor slammed into the black stone obelisk with a bang, and it slowly slid down. The fire burned dimly, and anger and unwillingness climbed up like bone-eating insects.
He leaned against the black stone obelisk, breathing hoarsely. At this moment, Cadia could almost be said to have submerged in the vast ocean of the Warp.
Vashtol felt everything that was happening now. Chaos was generously giving it power and authority. This was not what Vashtol wanted—it should not be giving, but cooperation.
But at this moment, it has no choice!
Vashtor didn't even know where this power, which originated from machinery and research, came from!
It stared at the rolling waves of psychic energy, which were like a nebula from the Warp washing directly onto the wasteland of Cadia.
In the endless chaotic waves, faint green arcs lit up.
Roars of extreme pain and anger came from the waves raised by the four gods.
Vashtor took a deep breath and forced himself to stand up. A silver collar was shining on the neck that had just been strangled by Hades.
Vashtor hated it all.
+Perturabo,+
Vashtor muttered to himself that this should have been its back-up plan, instead of using it now.
In the contract with the Four Gods, Vashtor owns a portion of Perturabo.
The four gods allowed Vashtor to use its contract to restrain the first person who betrayed.
Vashtor had originally...had been looking forward to a grander, more distant future.
But now, Vashtor's throat uttered a rustling sound, and it almost gnashed its teeth and said,
+Perturabo, now is the time to pay the penalty. +
However, amidst the waves, the heavy breathing of the two primarchs and the sound of weapons clashing collided, and Vashtor's words seemed to be futile and empty, and it could not feel any response.
Vashtor's body suddenly stiffened.
How could this happen?! How could this happen??!
Perturabo! What on earth had he done?!
The flames of anger and being fooled ignited from Vashtor's body. It was like a fool who just realized all this.
It roared angrily at Perturabo, and the Forge Master spread its wings in the waves, and it began to grow huge again -
The disordered vastness, with the power of crazy chaos, the power that overdrawn the past and the future, with absolute malice, the subspace generously paid a deposit for it.
Vashtor roared, and its heavy steel wings flapped the air. It rose into the sky, and lightning stained with ominous blood coiled around its body, accompanied by sharp cables twisting and entwining like a python.
Faint sounds of prayer were heard from the rolling fog, but they were not shouts calling out to Hades at the top of their lungs.
In the mist, the figure of the Black Mechanicus, surrounded by flesh and blood and ominous psychic energy, appeared dimly.
Although it was just a phantom, its appearance already explained too much—
In the future, there will be a place for Vashtor!
Flames spewed out of the furnace of hatred, the craftsman's hammer flashed with swirling blood, and something heavy was pressing down on its slowly rising body.
+Perturabo... Traitor!!!+
Vashtor roared, and it extended its sharp craftsman's claws, with the sharp blades pointing straight at Perturabo.
+You don't know what you did! ! I curse you, you will pay the price! ! ! +
However, a sudden burst of green electric arcs in the rolling waves silenced Vashtor. It raised its war hammer and chanted a spell to summon strength in a low voice. In the distance, the colors of the Word Bearers' armor emerged from the mist.
On the wasteland of Cadia, the demon army and the Word Bearers set foot on the most chaotic front line together.
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Long let out a painful cry as he shuttled through the rolling fog. The white fog that obscured the sky and the ground obscured Long's vision.
Extremely cold metallic steam gushed out of Hades' mouth, and lightning surrounded him like a captive beast, jumping violently.
The black domain of senses that had extended in the past was obscured, but the verdant and merciless lightning replaced his senses, extending outward greedily.
He saw corpses, thousands of soulless corpses.
In the thick fog, there were screams of thousands of strange creatures.
Scarlet, eerie blue, charming purple, decayed green, the demon army from chaos is standing on the other side of the fog.
Come here... come here... come here and fight him!!!
Hades thought, he raised his hand, space began to distort, and silver fragments fell off his palm -
boom!!!
The wave was suddenly overturned, and the coward disappeared along with the white mist. In the brief gap between the rolling waves, the dragon caught a glimpse of the figure of the blasphemous usurper -
There was a sudden tremendous pressure in the air, and a suffocating pain in his neck. Without any hesitation, Vashtor lunged to the right.
In a moment, it saw that the silver-white monster that made it feel a bone-chilling cold was staring at it, as if it was looking at the most hateful monster in the world.
Flames burst forth from Vashtor's furnace, and the scorching fire of hell blazed once again.
Even though it felt the unbearable pressure standing in this space.
But without it - without the Black Domain, Vashtor would not be immediately suppressed by the Black Domain at this moment!
The corners of Vashtor's mouth split open, as if he was laughing.
The existences that rob each other of power, the false gods that deceive all living beings together, one is a machine god standing on the side of the warp, and the other is a machine god standing on the side of physics...
Vashtor knew that it must be staring at that existence with extreme hatred now. Even though it felt fear and uneasy, anger and hatred overshadowed it all!
This monster! This greedy monster that has fought for and wasted countless faiths!
The waves of the warp rolled around Vashtor, and without hesitation, it swung its axe at its enemy -
Vashtor watched helplessly as the straight axe handle twisted in mid-air!!!
That guy holds the authority over space!!!
Vashtor screamed in fear.
Lightning suddenly pounced towards its face, accompanied by a silver-white blade flashing with green. After the black domain was suppressed, did that guy finally give up his ridiculous black dagger? !
Vashtor cursed crazily, denouncing those hypocritical beings who deceived it, Chaos, Perturabo! None of them kept their promises! !
The blue light suddenly lit up and instantly hit Bai Feng who was stabbing at Vashtor. Vashtor heard the monster's angry roar, and the Creator laughed. The cable as thick as a giant python hit the monster rushing towards it.
The dragon's extremely angry roar was heard, and Hades' peripheral vision instantly glanced in the direction where the blue light came from. He saw four clearly visible figures in the thick fog.
Carlos the Fateweaver slowly put down his scepter, and a strange, flickering blue light wrapped around it.
Now Hades is attacked from two sides!
Roaring, a roar that was enough to shatter the stars, Hades' body was dripping with silver tears. These seemingly extremely heavy metal droplets actually slowly floated up -
They drip, rise, and rise again, rising into the air where no one can see.
Thunder exploded!
At that moment, the pale green flash reflected a cold and terrifying face that was enough to scare the devil. The flesh and blood peeled off, and silver-white droplets were smeared on the face like a mask, wearing a crown of ruthless rationality.
“… Are they all here?”
A voice that couldn't be any softer was heard, but it sounded like an inhuman roar.
All the subspace creatures present heard those words clearly. Plague Father wanted to wipe the cold sweat off his face with his stubby hands, but he seemed unable to move and could only stare at that existence.
…Cat God Fragments.
No, no... Feeling the psychic energy field around him that was constantly stirred by the black domain, Kugas knew that this was a far more terrifying existence than the fragments of the Star God.
Hades sighed, and in a trance he seemed to have turned into the "Chaos", the familiar existence in the "Primarch" intelligence.
But all the sub-space creatures present knew that after forcibly suppressing the Black Domain and allowing this guy to open the Star God Fragment, it was impossible for this being suspended in the air to still have any sanity! !
It is nothing more than a silhouette of past habits, a monster covered with Hades' memories, a mixture of some concepts and the black domain!!!
But the voice still spoke calmly, even with a hint of relief,
"Everyone is here... The more people, the better. The more people, the better..."
Almost in sync with the end of the words,
Above Cadia, the rain began to pour down.
But they are silver tears.
Hades raised his scythe once again.
"Let's die together."
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[Perturabo!!!]
The Eye of Chaos has stirred up a storm. Perhaps the Primarch will be the last one standing in this war.
Fenus's tearful cry dissipated in the thick fog. The Titans, the Knights, the Iron Hands, everything was gone. There were only corpses at his feet, the corpses of his offspring, the corpses of Perturabo's offspring. Steel and corpses were mixed together, and only the two of them were left.
Rust climbed onto the steel, and an unnatural orange-red scar was clearly visible on Finus's Terminator Armor, and the edge of the armor swelled up as if it were a wound.
Opposite the Lord of Medusa, Perturabo was also covered in wounds, but the Lord of Steel did not slow down at all, and the bright yellow flames in his eyes became more and more intense.
On the other side of the vast fog, there seemed to be a shout from a boiling furnace, and Fenus faintly heard a vicious curse, but it didn't seem to be directed at Fenus.
The crazy smile on Perturabo's lips grew bigger and bigger, as if the mask had finally cracked.
[Cough—cough cough!!]
Hearing Vashtor's curse, Perturabo actually laughed.
[No one can be trusted! Poor Vashtor!!!]
[Ridiculous traitor!!!]
Finus cried out,
[You even betrayed the Warp creatures that allied with you - Perturabo, I despise you even more.]
In response to Fenus's shout, Perturabo struck even harder.
[You know nothing! Poor Finus!]
Perturabo smiled.
[Have you ever been abandoned?! Have you ever been deceived?! They made me what I am today, just to use me better!!!]
[Cheating, lies, sweet talk, necessary cooperation, betrayal—I have already tasted all the hypocrisy in this world! ]
[You don’t understand trust and loyalty! ! ]
Fenus roared as he swung the Furnacebreaker. The sound of whirring wind burst out from under his hammer. He had nothing else to ask for now. The battlefield had become something that Lord Medusa could not understand. But Fenus knew that he only needed to kill Perturabo. This was his only request and his only mission.
He just had to kill Perturabo!
He would kill Perturabo, the traitor!
Fenus felt the stinging pain from his wound, and the dull pain slowly eroded him like rust, but he was fearless. Hades was with him, and he could feel the black mist trying to protect him.
He is fearless! Therefore, this scar is nothing but a joke to him!
After realizing that Finus was not as affected as he thought, Perturabo's expression became even darker.
In the mist, there was a faint sound of bells, and rust was crawling like a living thing, gathering over the grave of corpses and steel.
The sound of heavy breathing came faintly from far away on the side.
Perturabo laughed.
[Feinus, it's over! ]
Finus glanced at the corner subconsciously. He saw a bloated green monster that looked like a space marine. Finus even caught a glimpse of a smile.
In front of him, Perturabo struck a fatal blow, but Fenus was able to take the blow, fearless—
Chi!!!
Finus was surprised and slowly turned his head to look at the position completely opposite to the green Space Marine.
He saw Lorga smiling.
The sharp blade pierced through the chest and pierced through the violently beating heart.
The chaotic purple eyes were filled with a light that Finus could not understand. Finus opened his mouth tremblingly. He wanted to say something, but he only uttered a few weak words.
[… traitor.]
Lorgar's smile grew even brighter, and he smiled gently, though the end of that smile was trembling slightly.
The Word Bearers' Primarch pulled his hand away suddenly, and the blade burst out with blood. Finus was still struggling. The Primarch tried to raise his hammer to fight again, but Medusa, surrounded by two Primarchs, was already at the end of her strength. He tried to fight again,
But he was hit hard by Lorgar's scepter, and fell down completely.
Perturabo laughed heartily, ignoring the smiling Lorgar standing beside him. He felt great.
[Feinus, ah—Feinus! ]
[Working for the false emperor, you are nothing but a joke in other people's mouths! ! ]
Perturabo took a step forward, he seemed to want to get closer to Fenus, what did he want to do
Lorgar's eyes flickered as he looked toward Perturabo, Ingthor's gibberish ringing in his ears.
Tick.
Luo Jia stood there like a smiling doll, the first drop of silver rain fell on his face and slid down from the corner of his eye.
It's raining.
Lorgar thought as he slowly raised the dagger in his hand and stared at Perturabo who had his back to him. The light of the Four Gods was shining brightly and burning him.
[Perturabo,]
Luo Jia lowered his eyes,
[You made them angry, so I'll give it back to you.]
The rain came down in torrents.
Accompanied by the slowly flowing blood.
Perturabo looked at Lorgar in disbelief. Under the heavy rain, Lorgar was shedding silver tears of mercy.
[Betrayal, my brother, you know, that's what it is.]
YAY!!!!
Finus left the battlefield early after a match-fixing incident
(End of this chapter)