“Faster!!!”
Kirkland slapped his secondary limb on the command table. A strange white light shone from the observation window onto the great sage's red robe, coating the blood-red with a layer of white frost.
“This is the fastest!”
Angertai shouted, and he held the scepter tightly in his hand - now the golden light was getting brighter and brighter!
Faster, faster!!! It was like the final reading before the countdown. For some reason, both of them seemed to know that time was running out.
In a short period of time, they gathered a large number of troops and broke through the waves of the warp to head for Cadia. Along the way, they experienced countless doubts, provocations, and countless unexpected stories from others.
Whether it was the sudden failure of the ship's engine, lack of manpower, or the appearance of some weird things on the ship that shouldn't exist in the physical world.
But relying on Angertai's rationality and Kirkran's violence against the Warp creatures and the Word Bearers, their ships continued to rush towards Cadia without stopping.
Now is the final stage of setting sail into Cadia, and at this moment, the nerves of both of them have been stretched to the limit.
Whether it is Kirkland or Anglete, they all have the belief that they must go to Cadia, and they are determined to die in Cadia even if they die.
Blood oozed from Angerte's clenched teeth, his heart was beating wildly, and he felt as if another voice was whispering in his ear.
Kirkland turned his head sharply, and the sage's cold, red eyes were fixed on Angertai.
"There's dirt on you!"
The sage shouted, raised the Axe of Mecha in his hand and chopped it towards Angertai!
"roll!!!"
Angertai did not hesitate and kicked the suddenly crazy sage. He knew that the sage was no longer normal, and Kirkland also knew that Angertai had become irritable.
After many days of getting along, both of them have understood each other's fighting style. Angletai successfully avoided the sage's limbs and kicked heavily on the sage's solid skeleton.
Kirkland also successfully pounced on him, clinging to Angletai's upper body like a reptile, and reached out to grab the black stone spear behind Angletai.
"Kirkland!"
Angertai yelled, his voice muffled from beneath Kirkland's body.
"If you want it I'll give it to you! Crazy man!!"
"There's something on you!!!"
Kirkland shouted in frustration,
"I think you have something on you!"
Angertai yelled, his ears buzzing, probably the sound of the metal parts on Kirkland's body. He angrily pulled Kirkland, who had been entangled with him and beating him.
"Praise Pluto!!!"
As the hazy darkness descended, Angertai was startled. The Luo Scepter in his hand could not be destroyed by Kirkland.
"Shut your mouth, Kirkland!"
It was useless. The great sage was shouting praises of Hades like a madman—
"Stop! Dude!! I said stop!!!"
Angelte and Kirkland, who were struggling and squirming frantically, stopped at the same time.
Because the sound did not come from any one of them.
It was like... the sound gushing out of Angerte's veins.
Angertai slowly opened his mouth, and the sound continued to echo from his body.
"Hey, I'm just a warp-"
Aaaahhh!!!!!
The great sage screamed, and he shouted loudly to Hades. At the same time, Angertai caught a glimpse of the glimmer of the time bomb under Kirkland's red robe.
!
For a moment, Angletai was not sure whether it would be better to let Kirkland blow himself to death with the warp creature entangled in his body, or to subdue Kirkland first and then go to Cadia.
In Kirkland's prayer, Angletai could clearly feel his soul boiling and burning. What was really inside him? When was he possessed? !
Angertai recalled with horror, and then he remembered that this subtle feeling had gradually appeared since the prophetic illusion emerged from the Scepter of Lorgar.
Anglete recalled the scene at that moment -
In the misty white fog, he found himself kneeling on the vast earth. He looked across absentmindedly, tears streaming down his face.
[Angeltai,]
Lorga was half-kneeling in front of Angertai, with silver tears also flowing on his face. In the world, there were only the two of them, only Lorga and Angertai.
Luo Jia's face was full of misery.
[Time is running out.]
The Primarch said,
[I can't escape from this, help me, Anglete. ]
Blood and tears flowed from the corners of Anglete's eyes, and his voice was hoarse.
"How can I...how can I help you, my father?"
[Bring the scepter to me. It contains the power of my previous faith, and it has escaped.]
Luo Jia said hoarsely, a strange purple light surged in his eyes, and he was struggling in pain.
[Not only the power of my faith, but also yours... Angertai, you must arrive in Cadia as the first loyal Word Bearer.]
Luo Jia looked at him, with so many words that he couldn't say.
[You can't get here alone... Fortunately, you have Hades' followers by your side. ]
But it's still not enough.
The fog gathered, and Angertai felt that he was being expelled from the battlefield, as if he was floating away, farther and farther away. He could only watch the half-kneeling figure of the Primarch Lorgar remain in the fog.
Luojia opened his mouth and said a few words.
[I found a friend for you.]
Anglete suddenly remembered.
"stop!!!"
Anglete shouted, overlapping with the strange voice,
"Kirkland, give me a few minutes! It's here to help us!"
"Stop chanting! I'm a good devil!!!"
But if Kirkland listened, he wouldn't be Kirkland.
The red light of the countdown under the great sage's robe flashed faster.
Angertai felt his blood boiling, an endless surge of power, and he felt spikes growing on his hands.
Angeltai suddenly pulled away Kirklan who was entangled with him, and threw the sage heavily to the ground. He saw his gauntlets covered with red spikes.
Ingreta screamed,
“Don’t scream!”
The voice inside him said immediately,
"I'm Ram. Stop chanting your curse, little robot."
Kirkland let out a strange cry, and the engine on the Mecha Axe in his hand began to roar again.
"If you wish to find your master, listen to me!"
Ram roared, and the demon's shrill, sarcastic voice sounded.
"I'm here to help you,"
Ram gritted his teeth and said,
"Crazy people who discriminate against the Warp."
Kirkland screamed again, and the sage pointed his finger at Angletai, who was standing there at a loss, and while screaming, he pulled out a black stone spike carved with the three-headed hound of hell from his red robe and pointed it at Angletai.
Ram immediately shouted,
"The subspace is not all negative! I'll say it one last time, I'm here to help my brother Angertai! Little robot!"
Ingreta was shocked. How could he be so close to a demon
As if sensing Angerte's thoughts, Ram said helplessly,
"Your fate and mine are of the same origin, Angertai. I was sent by Lorgar, as predicted. Oil man, put away your little gadgets! If you want your master to live!"
Angertai took a deep breath, stretched out his hand to signal Kirkland to stop, and the Word Bearer spoke cautiously,
"How do you want to help us? Why do you want to help us?"
"Because I'm a good devil."
Ram's provocative voice sounded,
"What if not? Will all beings become those crazy beings? You have also seen how miserable the fate of their believers is."
Erebus...
Ingres thought,
"And now..."
The devil said in a strange voice,
"I just hope that the subspace still exists, instead of being blown into a black hole by two lunatics."
Kirkland yelled.
"What are you going to do to Hades?!"
"Should I say, what are you going to do with the subspace?!"
"That guy,"
Ram gnashed his teeth and said, with a hint of fear in his voice.
"When he dies, a storm will erupt that rivals the one formed by the Eye of Terror, and it will continue to grow—and the Warp clearly doesn't have the same helpful presence as the Necrons!"
The Eye of Terror was formed during the screaming birth of Slaanesh, the birth of the god that tore apart the veil between the physical world and the Warp in the region.
And the aftermath of the explosion when Hades died... Ram was sure that this would tear open an existence similar to the Eye of Terror in the warp. Even though Hades' current size was far from enough to match Slaanesh, he didn't need to become a god—
Instead, you only need to chop this world once before you die! This will create a crack that is slow enough to bleed the dead subspace.
The Eye of Terror was originally spreading slowly throughout the physical universe, but the Necrons, the overlords of the last galaxy, discovered the Eye of Terror, so the Necrons built a large number of black stone obelisks in the star field near the Eye of Terror to suppress the spread of the Eye of Terror.
And if an existence as large as the Eye of Terror were to form in the Warp...
Ram was very sure that the powerful mind that symbolized chaos would never be as "kind" as the Necrons. After all, a god would not die alone. Compared with the greater losses that might be suffered in the future, the calculations of similar people nearby were more deadly.
Therefore, it is impossible for the creatures in the subspace to ask the overlord of the subspace to build a wall.
Ram's voice was still echoing in the command room, and the demon was satisfied to see that the sage who had been trying to give him an axe had fallen silent.
A hissing sound was heard, and Angletai seemed to see evaporating water vapor floating out from Kirkland's head.
Kirkland spoke tremblingly.
"Wait... But..."
"But... the picture I saw was not like that?"
The death of the Primarch, that arrow... Kirkland seemed to be back on that battlefield.
The only thing covering this area was the spiritual energy that represented the next cruel millennium. Kirkland could not sense a single breath representing Hades.
Ram's sarcastic voice sounded,
"Do you think they don't know about this? They know it very well. In fact, if they weren't worried about the impact of the Hades' death, they would have taken action long ago. Why would they go to such great lengths?"
A dangerous hissing sound filled the room.
"Poor little fellow, the Lord of Mankind loves you and your companions very much, and fate and prophecy favor you. You must have seen... that arrow... right?"
Kirkland's body was completely frozen, but his hand was still just holding the axe handle, ready to fight at any time.
"What on earth is that?"
The great sage asked gently,
"A gift from the four gods, a curse from the warp."
Ram's voice climbed up Kirkland and Anglete's hearts like a venomous snake.
"At a heavy enough price, before anything can be undone, they will kill Hades in a harmless way."
Kirkland was silent for a moment.
"Then why are you helping us?"
The sage said sharply, and he began to prepare to chop Angertai again.
"If you are a creature of the Warp, then you should not support my Lord."
Ram spoke directly.
"Because the Word Bearers Primarch showed me another possibility, a more favoured destiny."
Outside the Law of Faith ship, the stars that took millions of years to form were silently watching them, watching these two little people.
Ram paused, as if he was about to announce a shocking secret.
"Lorjia said that the Lord of the Underworld knows all this, so..."
"… Then, if there is no chance for the Lord of Hell to save the situation, he will choose to commit suicide before they take action."
Kirkland made a sharp popping sound.
The small command room suddenly became chaotic again.
————
What are you doing
Luojia, what are you doing
The traveler asked himself as he walked slowly across the wild land. Smoke and dust were rolling. The bodies of the space warriors had long since dried up, like relics from ancient times.
Here, time is as chaotic as space.
He walked slowly, with a rustling sound behind him, and Perturabo's unconscious body scraped a deep groove in the ground.
Sand, rustling.
Like tears of the earth.
Phantom shapes screamed beside him, the Great Demon's twisted phantom crackled like a broken projector, Ingsel chattered, it appeared in front of him, behind him, to the left, and to the north.
He treated it like nothing.
He is in worship, Lorgar thought slowly, as the ashes of the ruins of the Perfect City rolled over his helm boots.
He lowered his eyes for a moment. Did they want him to be angry about this? Did they want him to be dissatisfied with this
He doesn't know.
He walked slowly. He remembered a lot and also forgot a lot. But no matter what he was doing, he knew he did not belong here. He tried hard to run away, but the wound on his waist nailed him to this time and space.
The Eye of Terror was watching him in place of the sun.
From the light it cast, Lorgar could vaguely see many, many—
[the truth]
In the imprisoned corner, he saw the silhouette of the laboratory; saw the last battle on Terra, in which only the Guards and the abandoned participated; saw the masks worn by the gods of the past, and a glimpse behind the cracks.
He saw the burning church, and in the flames was the burning perfect city. He heard whispers from the Warp that He was not a god, and the real god had already extended a true olive branch to him.
Hold it and become a true believer.
The deceiver will not give him power, but will only use ridiculous tricks to fool him again and again. Luojia, why don't you let go
As early as in Colchis, Lorca established a religion. He believed that the true gods would give them strength, provide people with bread, light the road ahead, and arrange a true path for the sheep.
This is wrong.
The gods laughed.
All the truths they revealed to him have confirmed this point. This is false. He will leave, leave without hesitation, become the King of Darkness, and then abandon the human beings after using them in the cold universe.
Lorgar trembled as he continued to walk forward. Perturabo behind him groaned in pain. Wait... wait...
The altar is not on this side, and on the other side, the god's believers are also delaying time for him.
So He would abandon him, Luo Jia thought, a god who had used his believers and then abandoned them.
He subconsciously wanted to refute this, so he began to pray.
Like a stone falling into an abyss, he lay on the edge of the cliff, expectantly waiting for an echo, but there was nothing.
A great sense of disappointment enveloped him and he felt hopeless.
Like a struggling fish, he tried a few more times.
Still doesn't work.
He was depressed, and the real gods were watching him patiently, waiting for him to repent.
He tried again, he began to recite all the prayers he had memorized - there was no time, no space, he had everything.
Amidst the densely packed sentences, a subtle darkness surged up.
Lorgar started, and the vast ocean of unconsciousness responded to him, pushing the bodies toward the shore.
Lorgar saw the bodies of aliens as pale and gaunt as Mortarion's, and countless other alien corpses, as far as the eye could see, and the corpses of humans, their emaciated bodies slapping against the shoreline.
Among those corpses, Luo Jia saw two familiar figures.
A spear loomed out of the ocean, with the bodies of two Word Bearers pierced through it.
clang-
The sound of the broken sword hitting the back of the armor was heard.
Luo Jia stopped, gasping for breath. He felt the darkness in front of his eyes. The last fragment of the darkness was with him, in his faith.
The vast ocean was churning, and as if grasping the last straw, Luojia called out to Him loudly.
In the darkness, he saw His story. Even though He could not leave His footprints in the vast ocean, the corpses lying at His feet had already marked His path.
He saw Mortarion, he saw Angron, he saw Magnus... he saw himself.
kindness,
Luo Jia thought.
He felt the final darkness. Even at the bottom of the sea, He still responded to him, and to everyone who was willing to call on Him.
kindness.
Cold liquid dripped onto his face. Luo Jia trembled and looked up. It was raining.
He thought, he walked forward, he saw the figure, he saw the arrow, he saw himself, he saw Him.
He still fights, even though it's all meaningless.
The ending was decided from the beginning. He could not resist the power of the four false gods. This was the only time they cooperated, and it was also the end of His doom.
Luojia shed tears.
No... He shouldn't die here. He is the only hope for mankind.
But the time left for Him was too short. Time, the law that belongs only to the physical world... No, it shouldn't be like this.
He needs to do something.
In the distance he saw the figure of Anglete kneeling in the fog.
Lorgar walked over and began to call out, using promises, lies, and everything he could, some demon whose fate was closely tied to the Word Bearers' response.
At the same time, he thrust his blade into Fenus's body and his dagger into Perturabo's flesh.
Fenus went away, and Lorgar trembled. He could not move much.
He threw Perturabo's unconscious body toward the altar.
This is also their choice. Compared with Finus, Perturabo is more suitable.
… But Lorgar is also a possibility.
The spoilers for Death End 2 have leaked out and it shocked me.
I also read the fragments. You are welcome to use the original text to correct me.
Sanguinius died a miserable death... There was no trace of honor on his face. His face was torn off and his head was twisted 360 degrees. At the same time, Horus compared Sanguinius, who was fighting him, to a dog several times.
Horus then had a vision of Sanguinius curled up at his feet, eating from his hand and offering his loyalty.
(This is the fucking text, having Sanguinius curled up at his feet eating or something, this doesn't make sense, does it? This doesn't make sense no matter how you think about it, does it?)
And Horus wants to send Dorn to the throne of K, the angel is N, and the Emperor is S.
Wait, why is the Emperor an S? ! ! ! Horus, please explain!
Also in the new book, the Emperor actually evolved into the Dark Lord because he played with psychic things too much, which is actually similar to Magnus.
But given that GW has already eaten the part about Magnus Prospero and Dorne's death, this part may also be eaten by the book, saying that it was Horus's imagination or something.
But if you are honest, the description and words of Horus in the official text shocked me... I am still not well-informed.
(End of this chapter)