This might be a dead end.
Now is the time when the bright stars fall.
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A blazing flame burst out from the big demon's head, and soon afterwards, a series of exploding flames sounded one after another. The strange mechanical behemoth scurried across the wasteland, humming intermittent residual sounds from its mouth.
Kirkland ran, and all the sage's limbs were stretched out at this moment.
The claw-like metal feet pierced the ground fiercely, and the blasphemous demonic flesh and blood under his feet were trampled into the ground by the sharp claws, but the great sage's footsteps did not slow down in the slightest.
Angertai galloped behind the great sage, hard scaly flesh and blood tissue grew from his armor, and the voice from the highest heaven sounded in him. He became more powerful and more terrifying.
A mechanical monster that crawls on the ground like an insect, a half-human, half-ghost space warrior.
At this moment, I don’t know whether this combination is more bizarre or the slowly advancing group of demons is more bizarre.
They walked through a mass of buzzing flies, and a bloated, festering demon rode toward them, slashing at Kirkland with a great sword—
The sage raised the Mecha Axe in his hand fiercely, and the next moment, the sound of rotten fruit exploding was heard.
Kirkland roared, the great sage held the Axe of Mecha God firmly and steadily, and he swung at the next target without hesitation.
"Rubbish!!!"
Kirkland shouted, his scanning array showed those abominable beings, and the artillery system behind him emitted a hissing sound of ignition.
"I've seen—I've seen you!"
The burst of fire suddenly exploded, illuminating the great sage's cold metal body red. In the smoke of flesh, blood and flames, Kirkland seemed to be wearing a sage's robe dyed with the most colorful pigment in the world.
On the axe of Mecha, the head of Nurgle the Great Demon slowly slid down.
"In the name of Hades! You can't scare me!! I've been taught all this!"
Kirkland roared, and at this moment, the great sage seemed to realize that this would be his burial place, but what was burning in his engine and soul was not fear, but the unstoppable madness.
Everything here is just like the teachings of Hades. Kirkland has completely understood it all.
This is the world He sees, and this is the world He has always faced.
At this moment, a hell scene far beyond the scene of that year unfolded before Kirkland. Demons that were completely inconsistent with the laws and logic were moving forward, and every step eroded the crumbling world above Cardia.
He has always known this, and what He described to Kirkland was just a glimpse into this chaotic picture of hell.
Kirkland laughed. He was right. Anyone with a little bit of common sense would feel a tremor from the depths of their soul when they first saw this scene.
And only then will humans truly realize what possibilities [Pluto] has brought to them!!!
And that is why He is dying – He is passing away!!!
For that blasphemous existence, [Pluto] itself is a sin!
Kirkland's mind was trembling, he prayed to Pluto desperately in his heart, and ran forward desperately.
Using the anti-psychic energy accumulated over countless years, he used his body to violently tear a bloody path through the ranks of the great demons.
Angeltai closely followed the sage who was charging at the demon team like a mad bull. The fierce firepower and dim darkness around the sage successfully suppressed the demon team in a short period of time.
The two ran, they crossed the ocean of demons, and ran towards the tallest spire that soared into the clouds. In the distance, the remains of the Titan were faintly visible in the gray sky.
Angertai swallowed, the scepter in his hand was guiding him, and the Word Bearer realized that his destination might be different from Kirkland.
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Little Herrera fought, bright blood splattered from his wounds, his armor made a shattering hissing sound, and his scales sparkled with light.
But she still fought. The empire shaped her into a war machine. The meaning of her existence was to fight for the victory of the empire.
Even if she cannot win, even if she dies in battle, every blast she fires at her enemies will contribute to the Empire's ultimate victory.
By then, those who are still alive can go back to their own planet. They don’t have to fight anymore. They can sit on the edge of the field and look at the sky leisurely.
Barbarus is a semi-agricultural planet. In the years that followed, little Herrera always believed that life on Barbarus was the most comfortable life.
Carefree, running in the fields with his younger brother Hader, occasionally listening to his grandmother's stories about the past and the Barbarus resistance.
Then, they were taken away by Lord Hades. Her brother Hades became the undertaker of the Death Guard, while she followed Black Magic and entered Terra to study.
The training of the Sisters of Silence was very hard, and some of them died there forever, but it was just training. In the years of fighting to come, the people around her were replaced batch after batch.
Little Herrera has been persisting. Under the leadership of the Lord of Death and Hades, the Barbarus people have their own persistence.
Afterwards, under the order of the Imperial Regent Malcador, little Herrera finally returned to Lord Hades, no longer as a child of Barbarus, but a sharp blade, a blade used by Hades.
And as a sharp blade, you must have the awareness of being a sharp blade!
Little Herrera swung his hand violently, blood splattering around the dagger, and then the grenade launcher against the purple demon's jaw exploded with a blazing flame.
Then, the next big demon's long whip broke through the air and attacked her, but the next moment—
boom!!!
Bright and blazing flames lit up in little Herrera's eyes, and in the exploding curtain of flames, the figure of the great sage Kirkland holding an axe slowly emerged.
The flames streaked across the little Herrera's unbelievable, but slightly raised mouth corners—
Kirkland, the mechanical madman known to everyone in the Order of Silence.
"Let me into the main tower!!"
The Great Sage's distorted radio voice came, and Little Herrera made a few quick gestures, and the Soulless' ranks were split apart. Kirkland, who was fighting in the demon ranks, successfully crossed the last line of defense formed by the Soulless.
"He is not an enemy."
Kirkland's voice followed up with another sentence, and Angerte, who was pointed at by the Soulless Man's bolter, suddenly stopped.
But the Soulless' guns did not relax in the slightest. They still stared coldly at the Word Bearer - he looked as if he had been possessed by a demon.
Angertai gritted his teeth and raised the golden scepter in his hand.
"In the name of the Emperor and Hades, I follow their instructions and come to help you!"
There was still an endless tide of magic behind Angertai, and Angertai had to turn around to defend. At the last moment when he turned his head, he saw the figure of the great sage Kirkland flash into the Blackstone Tower -
"Kirkland?!"
Anglete cried angrily,
The Archsage entered the tower at a rapid pace, his mind engine burning fiercely, and sent a distress signal to the Order of Silence's ship for the last time.
Angertai's roar disappeared in the demon's roar. The great sage raised his hand, and Charon, the imperial guard leaning against the inner door of the Blackstone Tower, raised his eyes.
"The Word Bearer,"
Kirkland said,
"He has the aura of the Emperor. He is here for you, not Hades."
Charon looked at Kirkland, dried blood splattered on the abdominal armor of the Adeptus Adeptus Custodian. His long-term collaboration in the Order of Silence had already made him and Kirkland familiar with each other.
The Guard took a deep breath and staggered out of the tower. Kirkland saw a penetrating wound in the Guard's abdomen.
Kirkland knew that they were leaving here. From the beginning to the end, the great sage was very clear that Angletai's destination was not the same as his.
The Great Sage brushed past the Imperial Guards, and Kirkland walked resolutely towards the exposed circuit inside the Blackrock Tower. The entire Blackrock Tower was currently stopped, and he needed—
He needed to get it started again.
Kirkland's thought engine creaked, he wasn't even sure if this would be of any use. In a battlefield of this intensity, could the opening of a black stone obelisk change anything
But this is the only remaining means the great sage can think of to help Pluto.
The great sage had witnessed the miracles on Barbarus, and the towering spires gave Pluto great power.
Facing the circuit, Kirkland stretched out his limbs, and countless delicate tools emerged from them. He felt his hands shaking.
He recalled the scene that Pluto had demonstrated in front of him. In the center of the battlefield, Pluto repaired a black stone tower and saved all their lives.
Now, it's up to Kirkland to recreate this miracle.
Kirkland trembled. On the battlefield, repairing precision machinery was far more difficult than fighting.
He didn't know if this would be in vain, he didn't know if he could catch up, he even-
He didn't even know if he could do it!
Kirkland called out the names of Hades and Om Messiah loudly in his soul, and the slightly powerless feeling responded to him, constantly reminding the great sage that Hades was on the verge of death.
Without the guidance of Pluto's radio waves, without the help of the green electric current, there is nothing here except that slow feeling of powerlessness.
He once bestowed great power and generously helped every warrior of the empire.
Kirkland, the most devout believer, received no help, no hint from the true master of the Black Stone Tower, no enlightenment from the Messiah of Om,
Nothing at all.
Now is the time to be a mortal.
Kirkland trembled, and began to restart the circuits. The engine of his mind roared, and he began to recall, he began to think, he began to calculate, and he began to create.
The remaining authority of the Supreme Heaven represented by these actions gave him true freedom and power.
This is the power given to them by Pluto.
The rustling sound of cutting was heard, and at the same time, the tired voices of the imperial guards could be heard on the communication channel of the Great Sage.
"We will go to the main battlefield with Anglete."
"Kirkland—"
The imperial guard stared at the scepter in Angertai's hand, which was emitting a faint golden light. In a trance, he saw the majestic figure of the emperor. It was him. This was an order from him.
The imperial guard opened his mouth involuntarily.
"Repair the obelisk as soon as possible. You have to catch up with the last moment."
"Overload this tower directly and weaken the warp as much as possible at that moment. This is our last hope."
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Luojia was crying.
Everything seemed to be too late. His steps became slower and heavier, but he still arrived here. Lorgar looked at the Forsaken of God in front of them with a slight tremor.
He was just as Lorga had imagined him to be.
The pitch-black armor was mottled with a bright green light. He breathed silently, and the sickle in his hand, which represented execution, was bent.
But it is also shaky and swaying.
Perturabo was the first to charge forward with weapon raised, without any rhyme or technique—they no longer needed any of that.
They have entered the final distance and the final moment.
The light around the Forsaken has been stripped away, and the sacrifices to the Forsaken have regained its power.
As long as the Forsaken of God kills one of them, the final curse will come.
And if the Forsaken of Gods fails in the fight with them, at the moment before the Forsaken of Gods dies, Lorgar and Perturabo will deliver the final blow to each other.
This is a sacrifice, representing [betrayal], [being dominated], [being played with], and they are still high above, looking at the wonderful drama performed by the puppets.
This will re-energize Them and represent Their victory.
Unless... Luo Jia thought... Unless... Unless there is something that can interrupt or disrupt this process...
The subspace surged, making the sound of waves.
He watched as the Forsaken of God raised his scythe and charged at Perturabo, blood splattering with sparks.
Pluto vomited blood from his mouth, the last flame burning in his eyes, and his sickle trembled under Perturabo's hammer, making a sharp metal friction sound.
Perturabo's body had already reached its limit, and was far less powerful than it was at its peak. Lorgar's eyes saw the Lord of Steel falling into a disadvantage.
In the highest heaven, a lewd laugh was heard, even though it was mixed with dissatisfaction.
No…
No... Luo Jia thought so, and he felt the distant call, the call from his most loyal offspring, Angertai.
Angleterre hasn't arrived yet... No... I can't...
Luojia shook his head slightly, but his body had already started to move. He raised the Light of Revelation and walked towards Hades.
No… No…
Lorgar watched as the Lord of the Underworld stared at him, the dying beast now the last trace of flame, his eyes burning with rage - directed at the traitors of the Warp.
The scythe of the Hades slashed down from beside Lorgar, and Perturabo's hammer attacked from behind the Hades.
[No…]
Luo Jia recited softly, he heard their sneers, and a graceful hand was placed on the string, slowly stroking the bowstring.
[Don't…]
A word came out of Luojia's mouth, Angertai, Angertai - God Emperor - save all this, save all this!
[… Don’t kill… me…]
Luojia struggled hard, his movements became slower, the sickle chopped down suddenly, blood splattered, and he fell backwards, but he was still far away from death.
He saw Hades swing the scythe at Perturabo.
He was not the one chosen by the four gods.
The hand on the arrow began to relax.
A lot happened at that moment.
In the distance, Angertai, who was surrounded by many great demons, saw a familiar color—
Charon behind him pushed the Word Bearers forward suddenly, and Angortai was pushed out, while the Custodian Charon and the Sister of Silence Little Herrera behind him fell into the sea of the great demon.
"My father!!!"
Brilliant golden light and Angertai's roar burst out at the same time. Angertai rushed forward without hesitation and threw the scepter that was shining with dazzling light towards Lorgar.
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Inside the black stone obelisk, Kirkland stopped trembling. The black stone circuit of the obelisk had been burned off by the previous waves, unless - unless there was something that could act as a conductor and reconnect it.
It only takes a moment... Kirkland thought as he adjusted the Black Stone Obelisk to an overload state, which also only took a moment.
But this moment was enough to destroy all the souls near the obelisk.
The great sage reached back and grasped the black stone spear on which the black domain of Hades remained.
Kirkland groped inside the black stone obelisk. He walked to the place where the road was broken and imagined the teachings of Hades.
Then, he raised the black stone spear in his hand high and struck towards the broken road!
The Blackrock Tower suddenly let out a sharp scream!
———
Lorgar grasped the scepter, and the tears on his face sparkled in the golden light.
At that moment, he saw his father.
The Emperor stood there, staring at him.
Without hesitation, Lorgar shouted out his last words,
[God Emperor, I will sacrifice my remaining pure soul to you in exchange for Hades' survival!!! In exchange for the eternal existence of mankind!!!]
He took the lead in offering sacrifice to the Divine Emperor.
The next moment, the spinning head, golden light, and darkness in the distance exploded at the same time.
Slaanesh loosened his grip, and an angry voice came out of his mouth.
Received an apology and it's over.
I have a slight fever today.
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Then there is the book push
(End of this chapter)