[Terra]
“Crack.”
In the dim room, the bright light shone down, the white light was dazzling, and a corner of the black sculpture was cracked.
Footsteps were heard, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and the sound of a cloth robe being dragged could be heard in this secret room.
The Emperor looked at the sculpture thoughtfully. He stretched out his hand and slid it along the direction of the cracks on the sculpture.
Under the hood, the old man's voice sounded urgently, with rare anxiety,
"Too late?"
The Emperor was in deep thought. He looked at the statue whose face was covered by a black robe and who was holding a sickle and watching with his head down. A crack spread out from its back, spreading like a spider web.
Golden light shone from the fingertips, the light flickered faintly, and the inside of the sculpture seemed to be lit up with flickering light.
The sound of gravel crackling was heard and the crack began to tremble, but the bottomless darkness inside did not ease at all.
After a long while, the Emperor spoke slowly, his eyes shining with the light of the highest heaven.
"I underestimated the extent of their madness."
The Lord of Mankind said solemnly,
"I thought they were cowards and hoped for a fight between them."
"Now it seems—"
The Emperor's voice slowly lengthened, then faded away into the pitch-black silence.
Malcador's low voice sounded,
"We've gone too far, haven't we?"
The Emperor waved his hand violently.
“I was crossing the line the whole time.”
The Lord of Mankind said calmly,
"And now, it seems that they have chosen the most chaotic outcome."
The emperor stared at the crack. In the center of the crack, there was a shape of an arrow. There was a myriad of blue light, dense moss, dried blood, and sparkling liquid flowing out of the arrow mark in the center of the sculpture.
"us… "
Malcador opened his mouth. The old man felt thirsty. He rarely felt a little anxious and uneasy. Obviously, no sacrifice was too great to be unbearable.
"…really lost him?"
The Emperor was silent, and he seemed unable to answer this question.
"Maybe... there is still a chance."
"But to replace him, we need a card of equal value."
Malcador stood behind the Emperor. The old man looked at the Emperor's back against the light, and Malcador suddenly realized something.
The Imperial Regent pondered for a moment. In this moment, he thought about enough content—
Finally, he thought he could do it.
It's worth it.
"I am willing to go."
Malcador spoke, his voice hoarse and old but firm.
The Emperor said nothing, as he listened to the voice of Malcador behind him. Malcador bowed to the Lord of Mankind, and then the old man stepped forward, ready to leave the room.
The sound of Malcador's hurried footsteps could be heard, and before passing the sculpture, Malcador chuckled bitterly.
"Malcador, go to Macragge."
“It’s about to get busy there.”
The Emperor spoke suddenly. He saw Malcador pause, and then the old man left the secret room with a big laugh, as if he was mocking his own fate.
Terra must be guarded by someone, but at this moment, if all this has already happened, then the Wolf King's team has lost its meaning -
Malcador needs new help.
The emperor was silent. He stared at the sculpture in front of him. The sculpture was now covered with scars and it looked like it would completely collapse and disappear in the next moment.
A soft bitter laugh sounded in the secret room.
For the Emperor, he now only hopes that his sacrifice will bring him the due rewards.
On the chessboard, the chess pieces began to move.
The Jester is preparing to leave Terra and head for Macragge.
[Hungry Wolf] and [Think Tank] are nowhere to be found.
[Pluto], unable to move.
The chessboard was shaking violently, as if it would crack in the next second. Some of the chess pieces on it felt the strange noise coming from the chessboard beneath their feet, and began to move on the misty chessboard.
However, the move that determines the game is still in progress.
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[Cardia]
Everything here cannot be described in words. Everything, from the dust to the sky, everything is caught in the waves, changing and distorting every moment.
Concepts washed up on the shore; beliefs, theories, common sense, truth, everything collapsed. This place was more absurd than dreams and more real than reality.
This is Cardia.
The roar of a dragon that tore through reason and carried with it absolute anger came from the overwhelming waves. A pair of jagged metal wings that covered the sky dropped sharp needles from high altitude. The metals on countless corpses were melting, and they flowed rapidly upstream, pouring into the center of the battlefield.
The magma fell like a rainstorm. At this moment, the sky was no longer the dragon's battlefield. The flames splashed starlight on the flowing wings, and then disappeared in a flash.
The silver-white wings flapped and Hades raised his hands high.
The distorted space gathered from his hands along with violent lightning, and arcs of lightning that pierced through the darkness burst out from his hands and twisted into the shape of a long curved sickle.
He lowered his eyes and saw violent drops of magma splashing on his face. In the rain of fire, he saw his enemy.
In the fierce firelight, the four figures became huge, hazy, and unreal. They seemed like absolute evil stepped out of hell. But at this moment, the hideous Pluto with a silver-white mask was more like a demon crawling out of hell.
A strange and sparkling blue light lit up from under the two-headed bird. Hades heard a brief scream belonging to that body at that moment, but the next moment, a treacherous laugh rang out.
As if he couldn't wait any longer, his sharp bird beak laughed wildly, and he waved the scepter in his hand -
boom!!!
The entire continent suddenly lit up!
Lightning that was powerful enough to split a Titan fell from the Milky Way, carrying the power to split an entire planet in half. Almost instantly, it struck the figure hovering in mid-air over the battlefield!
Pluto raised his hand, and the space around him twisted violently, and his figure began to blur.
The light of flies and insects lit up in the rotten grass. The fat creature muttered and stroked the crucible in his arms. His long, salty tongue covered with mucus licked the bones in his hand.
cough!
The twisting space suddenly stagnated, and the dragon's figure became clear again. On the silver-white armor without a single gap, a rotten crack that twisted and expanded like a blood vessel and breathed suddenly appeared on the breastplate.
That's where Plague Father Kugax sprinkled the potion!
There was no time to dodge again, and liquid metal rushed towards Pluto's head like a tidal wave. The next moment, a loud bang was heard along with a shock wave in the air!
boom!!!
Bang!!!
Huge silver flowers exploded from the air, each drop flashing with ever-changing light.
The false god fell from mid-air, his body smashed into the earth, and his wings that covered the sky and the sun collapsed like a huge bridge.
Without a moment's hesitation, in the area filled with blood, energy and singing, the scarlet body and the bright purple shadow moved at the same time, and the axe and the whip struck together towards the pit where the aftermath of the lightning had not yet subsided.
At that moment, the gap of time, which was barely enough to be called time, was stretched to an extremely long length.
As it fell, the silver-white mask cracked under the power of lightning, and a corner of it peeled off, revealing the face under the Void Dragon mask, with black tears running down the corners of its eyes.
The being named Hades took control of this runaway body at this moment.
This may be good news, or it may not.
Because this means that the remaining power he has is enough to be borne by Hades, but if it can be borne by Hades, then it means he cannot win.
The good news is that Hades might be able to figure out how he died before he died.
Perhaps if it were the usual Hades, he would start cursing at the administrator for using cheats in the game and denounce his own unfortunate fate.
By the way, leave last words to the Emperor, Malcador, Mortarion, Vorcus, Garro, Angron... one by one.
By the way, he mourned his miserable life for a moment. At least he had a clear conscience.
But now, Hades was not thinking about these.
Now, he only had one thought in his mind -
If you can't win, then
"Take at least one."
This is what the being called Hades thought.
That's what we do.
As he thought, a cluster of sharp spikes began to condense in Hades' hand, and waves of space surged around his body. He saw the figure rushing towards him in his peripheral vision. It was not just an attack. Under the appearance of attack, some conceptual blood was surging.
Without any hesitation, Hades chose his own target.
A violent, silent darkness began to gather.
A faint wave lit up beside the grinning area, and the blue feather tilted slightly, as if a breeze was blowing.
All this has not happened yet, but Carlos' body has already begun to move, and He pounces towards the pure land of the garden.
However, the next moment, a sickle broke out from the space in front of it!
Drops of blood and metal splashed out from the cut-off space, carrying the broken body. After making up his mind, Hades gave up defense and chose to attack directly!
The blue arc of thunder suddenly exploded, and the sickle that was powerful enough to cut through space let out a mournful cry in the bursting light, and the fragments exploded, splashing silver-white dots.
Under the green electric arc, four silver spots splashed at the four corners.
But the greedy darkness had already arrived first, and the cracks opened up, revealing the horrific human figure inside.
Time seemed to stand still, or perhaps, at this moment, time had no meaning to the two people kissing each other.
They are not looking at each other in the long river of time.
Hades grasped Carlos' arm, and the materialized blue feather exploded between his fingers, and darkness brushed across it.
Once you grasp it, you have grasped it, regardless of time, space, or concept.
As if thinking of something happy, the being who was staring at "Carlos" showed an extremely bright smile.
Blood mixed with silver-white metal flowed down from his head and across the strange smile at the corner of his mouth.
"I've got a surprise for you."
Hades smiled and said,
A sound so soft that the whole world could not hear it was heard, and the world shrank dimly to this piece. The black domain surrounded this area, trapping a fragment of power called Tzeentch.
But even if this is just a fragment, the Lord of Change has invested enough capital and it is impossible to allow it to be destroyed.
Only its elimination would be even more unacceptable.
The Lord of Change has His own considerations!
The plan has been accomplished!!!
No need to stay long!!!
Suddenly, huge waves arose in the High Heaven, with bursts of sharp screams. The land called Cadia trembled, like a lone boat capsized in the huge waves.
The other three also roared angrily, but the Monarch of Change who controlled the land of Cadia had already begun to exert his strength. The space seemed to be squeezed, the distance of ten thousand feet suddenly shrank, and the domains of the four gods began to overlap.
The powers were originally opposite, and the different divine powers began to fight against each other, struggling to break away from each other—
At the same time, instead of choosing to attack, the moment he grabbed Carlos, Hades suddenly stabbed the spike in his hand into one of his own hearts - Hades knew how to put himself on the verge of death!
According to Tomotarion's description, Hades knew very early on what would happen after he became unconscious during his near-death experience.
Hades also knew that at the last moment, his only chance to splatter the opponent's face with blood was his death!
As if knowing his plan, the violent power of the Void Dragon around him dimmed at that moment, and the water of the Styx surged and rolled in again. Even though the vast ocean on Cadia was suppressing Hades, if he was determined to die, he could still possess the power of the Black Domain for a moment!
The bone-engraving spikes pierced into the flesh and blood coldly, breaking the bones, and the last flower of blood bloomed from his chest—
People will only know their limits when they are close to death.
Hades smiled broadly, and before his eyes, the arc of Tzeentch lit up. Hades could even see that it did not contain murderous intent.
But he knew it was all over!
Hades' eyes suddenly went dark, and then he fell into complete darkness, the water of the Styx quietly enveloping him—
Darkness explodes!!!
Above Cadia, huge waves are rolling over tens of millions of acres of land. In between, the maze stretches endlessly, the blood pool is as deep as the ocean, the garden is vast and flat, and the palace covers the sky and the sun.
These are the realms of Tzeentch, Khorne, Nurgle, and Slaanesh respectively.
At this moment, above Cadia, in a dimension that could not be detected by the naked eye from the planet's orbit, a small world suddenly lit up.
This small world is only five steps long and wide.
Five steps is the distance that an auxiliary soldier can cover in one second, the distance that a Space Marine can cross in an instant, and a few percent of the distance that a Titan can cross.
Five steps, nothing can be done.
It could not bridge the gap between Hades and Herrera, could not escape a friendly bombing, could not save a friend who wanted to betray, could not avoid a sneak attack from the Lord of Night, and could not say goodbye to a friend properly at the last moment.
But now,
Five steps,
Pluto, Om Messiah, Master of the Order of Silence, Executioner, Silent One, Commander of the Death Guard, Acting Commander of the World Eaters, Hades proves—
In five steps, I can fucking crush four big demons with the power of gods!!!
Thanks to Tzeentch, the subspace problem of releasing four great demons in five steps has been solved!
Absolute anger, absolute unwillingness, absolute will to fight, all of these melted away and dissolved into the silent and cold Styx, the water surging and surging in this small world.
The chaotic screams, curses, laughter, disordered colors, emotions, and impacts all disappeared in this black and white world!
Black and white flashed! Silence fell! Smoke rose, but there was no wind! There was no color at all!
The vast ocean that washed over the entire planet suddenly receded, revealing a dry and barren riverbed. Dry corpses looked up at the sky with emptiness. The flames of war burned silently, and the flowing magma glowed a dull bright red.
The last survivor looked up in bewilderment, muttering the name of Hades. Among the mortals, only those who called themselves Hades survived on this battlefield.
But even if they survived, they would have already become completely blind, deaf, and insane.
No real mortal has the right to witness this.
As if by instinct, the survivors frantically climbed towards the crater in the center of the battlefield. They had incomplete limbs, but they still crawled and tried to reach the battlefield.
Tick, tick, tick.
Calm footsteps sounded.
Walking on the scorched earth, my helmet and boots were covered in dust, just like that day.
Pop.
The footsteps calmly crushed a disabled being that was wriggling towards Hades. Because the mortal was completely deaf, blind and dumb, the only sound he made was a slight sound of his head exploding.
As blood dripped, Luojia walked slowly across the vast earth.
Tears flowed from his eyes, and the strange blood vessels extending from his neck to his face rose and fell, like a dense prayer.
Beside him, the godless figure of Perturabo followed closely, the Iron Lord's abdomen stained with dark scars.
With each step, a great demon crawled out from behind Lorgar, weapon raised.
At the edge of the center of the battlefield, Vashtor's broken body stood up shakily, the fire was reignited, and Cable looked at the spoils in the center of the battlefield like a venomous snake.
The winner... is already clear.
In the center of the battlefield, in absolute silence, the sound of faint breathing was heard slowly.
With absolute willpower, absolute unwillingness, absolute difficulty in letting go, and—
Absolute tenacity.
That figure slowly, slowly stood up from the ruins.
There was no silvery metal, no electric arc, no black area, nothing at all.
The extremely damaged body could not bear this anymore.
Liquid gold flowed down, revealing the face of Hades.
The spikes on his chest were rising and falling with the sound of his hoarse breathing.
"come over!!!"
Hades shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice already broken and incomplete.
"Come here!!! You idiot who plays the round-robin game!!! Fight your uncle Hades!!!"
"But I—"
Hades shouted, and he felt himself burning, turning into one of the ashes of the world.
He raised his sickle, feeling the blessing and strength given to him by his hometown at the beginning of the story.
"But I—"
"Death Guard!!!"
The Fourteenth Legion, the Death Guard, are renowned for their tenacity.
I'm sorry to disturb my friends who don't watch the group. I was indeed mentally unstable and panicked for a while. I will update more today, and I will try to code more in the future to make up for it.
I'm sorry too.
Today is 4.8k words, great!
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Eighth-Rank Succubus: You are more handsome now, and better at stealing. You are also a swindler who spreads rumors and tricks. Any lie you tell will become the truth.
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(End of this chapter)