[Comoros]
Things were getting a little bad.
Conrad Coates thought so as he was still carrying out the arrest - the blood vessels in his forehead were throbbing, which indicated that something bad was going to happen, but he could not see clearly what would happen next through his bloodshot eyes.
A kitten cornered in a corner is noisy.
Conrad was crawling on the ground in a beast-like posture, with his golden tassels swaying beneath him. The corpses of the Haemoglobin were scattered all around him, and even one or two unfortunate archons of the Small Conspiracy were mixed in. Their witches were also lying beside them in a humiliating manner, mutilated.
Blood was steaming inside the narrow, hot and dark black tower.
For the last time, Conrad thought, his soul tortured by the emperor feeling pain and irritation, it was time to put an end to this hunt that had lasted for ten thousand years.
The Primarch's eyes were blurred by the heavy blow from the lion. The Lion opposite him raised his sword. The old knight was exiled into the forest of steel and concrete, looking extremely embarrassed.
But now, he can't escape.
Conrad has cornered Lion Jonson inside the highest black tower in Commorra—uniting the various conspiracies and pseudo-chthonic cults, proving that he is still capable of doing something, albeit inefficiently.
He could feel the muscles all over his body vibrating with the hum of the Hades Tower. The feeling of being suppressed was uncomfortable. The power of the Hades Tower when operating normally was just the critical value for the Emperor's psychic connection with Conrad. It would not interrupt His connection with the Primarch, but it was enough to suppress the Lion's mediocre kung fu.
Sure enough, the lion opposite him gnashed its teeth, and through his blurred vision, Conrad heard shouting and cursing - he couldn't escape this time.
But why—why did he feel so uneasy
This time, the prophecy did not tell him.
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Things are bad.
Fabius Bayer thought so.
The next move would be the worst experience of his life. He felt his fingers trembling slightly—
But it could also be a sign of an overdose of the mixed stimulant cocktail, and he felt that some great presence was looking directly at him with naked desire.
Oh, mistress of desire.
Blessings, unimaginable and immeasurable blessings enveloped them. He felt that the data filling his eyes were replaced by some distorted purple-pink color, which made Bayer feel uncomfortable. He was not a true "believer".
But he is the most charismatic among them.
So it had to be him.
Oh, and Eidolon and Lucius.
But he is still the most influential one - Eidolon went to fool around with Abaddon, and Lucius disappeared in the vast galaxy.
The glory of the past has passed, and the Emperor's Children have fallen apart, embarking on different paths of desire. They were told that their Primarch was being pleasured in the palace of Slaanesh, and they were not allowed to enter.
But Bayer believed that their original leader was dead, his complete body disappeared, and only the last little remnant remained.
after all…
He tried to recall that day - that dark day, but his mind and soul trembled at the same time and prevented him from going any further. In front of the true gods or Satan, mortals had no right to recall.
But he knew clearly that he was going to die, even though he had never felt so powerful and happy as he did today in the past ten thousand years.
He twisted into a distorted super-sense vision, and Fabius saw the banshees sliding out of the human corpses. The air was filled with a strong scent of musk, and the number of troops in his eyes was increasing rapidly.
At the same time, Fabius Bayer secretly rejoiced when he saw Eidolon's warships outside the porthole. Their warships decorated with human skin were so eye-catching.
This warp space became crowded, and Fabius realized that the Queen of Pleasure seemed to have gathered all of Her troops. She crammed them together in a noisy manner, personally poured them the nectar of bliss, and pointed with her slender hand towards Her target.
Fabius blinked, and in his bright purple eyes he saw the lower level of the Endurance—there, a lady was crying.
He wants her.
Lady Joy raised her hand and personally tore open a warm passage for her warriors.
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Morag, the current commander of the Death Guard, blinked and put down the pen in his hand.
There are many talented people in the Death Guard now, and they also have more than 70,000 veterans who have returned from the Garden of Nurgle - so the new generation is not taken seriously, and his position as the commander of the legion is rather embarrassing.
Morag had nothing to say about this, but he missed the days when he was the captain of the Seventh Company and could board ships freely.
He rubbed his wrist, but still felt something was wrong. As if to confirm his uneasiness, the next moment, the alarm sounded shrilly!
Boom!!!
A huge muffled sound came from the bulkhead, and the room tilted 66 degrees. An enemy attack! And an enemy attack without any warning!
On Death Guard territory?? ! !
The next moment, the holographic projection in front of Morag lit up, and the legion commander saw the hundreds of warships that crashed into the lower deck of the Endurance, like carnivorous fish piercing a whale.
Near the wound of the Endurance, more warships jumped out of the subspace and launched indiscriminate attacks on the Death Guard's warships.
Morag recognized that it was the army of Slaanesh. At the same moment, the anti-psychic system of the Endurance was activated automatically - but because there were still a large number of blessed troops of the Primarch on the Endurance, the anti-psychic system could not be opened to maximum power.
Buzz—
The black stone circuits buried in the bulkheads of the Endurance were activated. The Slaanesh army, which had just crashed into the Endurance and had not yet had time to sing loudly, was immediately shrouded in a dark atmosphere. The weak demons closely connected to the Warp screamed and collapsed to the ground the next moment.
At the same time, the Underworld ship anchored near the Endurance instantly accelerated and rushed towards the torn subspace wound next to the Endurance.
A brilliant burst of flames came from the sacrificial victim No. 745, which was specially designed for self-destruction.
The Warp rift that was forcibly torn open by Chaos shrank by more than half in an instant. Countless Slaanesh warships that were still in the jump state were immediately broken by the shock of the Warp and the real world, emitting mournful cries.
But there are still countless large and small subspace cracks bursting open, and the pointer of the psychic tester hits the inner wall next to the highest value, and the psychic energy concentration is completely off the charts!
Morag immediately sent an attack signal towards the Barbarus star region. At the same time, he immediately approved the deployment of the Wandering Soul Knights on the ship.
The three combined columns along with the Soulless immediately rushed to the site of the attack - Morag recognized that it was where the Primarch imprisoned the most severely punished criminals.
Are they going to jailbreak
Now the Primarch and Hades went to Mint to slay the dragon, while Karas was on Barbarus.
Be sure to hold on here!
After a brief silence, heavy footsteps were heard on the Endurance. Under the command of the Legion Commander, the Forge Master and the Underworld Priest adjusted the Blackstone system.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
Those who were ruined by the Chaos Blessing vomited in pain.
The elite 7th Company 5th Squad of Death Guard, who had been trained with the Soulless Ones for a long time, arrived at the battlefield first to support the mortal Cerberus troops there. Raging flames exploded on the deck, and the various Slaanesh warbands were screaming with visibly distorted faces.
Suppress the Soulless, reap the Death Guard, chop off the heads of these lunatics before they can react!
The special black stone bullets drew arcs in the air, the roar of the Wandering Soul Knights in the distance was approaching rapidly, and the Hellhound Forging Team and the technical sergeants followed the advancing Death Guard to repair the crashed hull.
He fights Death Guard?!
He fights the Death Guard!
They don't even panic for a moment when they are suddenly attacked!
Fabius, who was still watching, sighed—but it turned into a scream in the carnival. There was nothing more to say. Liquid surged out of the chemical hoses, and two tubes of liquid appeared in Bayer's hands.
At least the cannon fodder striker made him see the gap clearly.
"nice one-"
The drooling guy behind him grunted, and Eidolon took it and injected it expertly into his veins. He shouted out in satisfaction, thanking Slaanesh that Bayer's eardrums had not yet burst.
"Destroy their Blackstone Pass,"
Fabius said, "I will hurry up and summon my master after this - I need at least six seconds of space."
"no problem."
Eidolon laughed arrogantly, and the next moment, his figure became distorted in the chanting. Fabius watched all this cautiously, while commanding their warships to attack the opposite side as much as possible.
The hot melt stream of amazing light burst into light,
Charge! Charge! Charge!
The Death Guard at the front line tacitly covered the Soulless and made room for them - with the loud praises of the Cult's fanatics, the knights strode onto the battlefield.
Blood splattered on the black armor, directly tearing apart the Slaanesh army that was frantically boarding the ship, and the chainsaw swords screamed violently, accompanied by an almost indiscriminate stream of molten heat.
In the Slaanesh warband that boarded the ship, the Slaanesh follower wizards wearing human skin raised their staffs, the temperature dropped, and the space began to distort—
The message was clearly transmitted to the command room after the war. Seven forging masters, together with the priests of the Hades, once again raised the strength of the Black Stone amidst their chanting!
"puff!"
The followers of Slaanesh vomited blood from their mouths, staggered and fell to the ground - at the same time, some of the quickly retreating Cerberus collapsed to the ground, and were immediately helped by their comrades to retreat.
The gorgeous boarding torpedo explodes!
A dazzling flash of light suddenly broke out on the dull Endurance, accompanied by a shrill sound wave. The sonic boom was deafening, and the joints of the Wandering Knight who was rushing in the front were cracked, and the knight began to shake.
In the huge sound, light and electricity—
"My great mistress of pleasure! If you really wish for us, then grant us a carnival!!!"
Eidolon shouted, and behind him, the noise warriors suddenly sounded the war song, heavy armor boarded the ship, psychedelic gas was emitted, and six hundred and sixty-six pairs of people who made peace died in ecstasy.
In a trance, everyone present saw the phantom giant hand reaching out from among the corpses!
The next moment, the phantom disappeared and the situation of the battle turned around!
Countless bodies of Death Guard and Soulless fell, their muscles still twitching, and among these over-stimulated corpses, the beloved of Slaanesh slowly stood up—
Lucius the Immortal!
The braids hung down wetly, and Lucius forced a twisted smile, and the twisted smile on his armor smiled with him.
Standing on the pile of corpses, the ugly bald man stuck out his tongue and glanced arrogantly around the battlefield. He saw the Death Guards and Soulless Ones who had temporarily retreated and were hiding behind makeshift obstacles.
"They are just minions."
Lucius sneered and jumped off the pile of corpses without hesitation, accurately shooting the Soulless behind the heavy protection of the Death Guards. The Noise Warriors behind him also began to sing.
Eidolon led his warband in steadily, and the Knight Houses of Slaanesh took advantage of the moment when the Warp was opened to jump into the fray, chainswords clashing with chainswords, and the Revelators of House Devine brandished their Whips of Disaster.
The subspace began to devour the physical world, and the light of the palace was refracted.
… … …
"Abnormal," the current Chief Librarian of the Death Guard and the High Priest of the Underworld reported to Morag, "The intensity of the Chaos Response believers is too high - this is almost unprecedented."
It was as if Slaanesh himself had arrived on the battlefield. This feedback was simply too outrageous, completely beyond logic and reality.
"Can we continue to fight? What's the loss?"
Morag asked, they couldn't contact the God of Death and Hades for the time being, the High Priest of Hades immediately replied,
"With the reserves of the Dark Cult on the Endurance, the martyrdom attack combined with the entire Black Stone system can carry out at least three large-scale eliminations."
Massive Elimination - the killing weapon of the Dark Cult, which can indiscriminately disperse all souls, regardless of friend or foe.
"No," Morag said immediately. The Endurance could not be destroyed in large numbers. There were other things on it that would effectively offset the attacks of the Cult of the Underworld.
After returning from the garden, the Endurance could no longer engage in a too thorough soulless activity unless it wanted to completely fall apart.
The Primarch's order was to disguise the Endurance as a normal Glorious Queen and not let the Endurance reveal its true identity easily - in fact, the Endurance was no longer what it used to be.
If it was just a normal Chaos invasion - even if they carried Primarchs, the Death Guard's first line of defense would be enough to easily wipe them out.
"Retreat, retreat," Morag said, "- let them take over. The young ones should not go up, and the Soulless troops should also retreat."
The Librarian nodded and ordered the grave keepers to take action. As the lanterns swayed, in the deepest part of the Endurance, where the white fog was thick, the predecessors who were "resting" for a while revived.
"What's up?"
Vox said calmly as he picked up the scythe.
He received the request from Morag, and Vorx immediately determined that this was not a simple Chaos boarding battle - it was even as intense as the one they were fighting at that time.
Vox shook his head.
"Got it, let's get to work," he said. "Morag," the name familiar to his old friend sounded a little bitter in the old soldier's mouth, "choose a reliable company and we will lead them."
… … … …
"Nothing more! Nothing more!"
Lucius laughed loudly, enjoying the wonderful sounds made by these silent guys before they died. The Death Guard began to retreat, with the Death Guard and the Cerberus covering the rear, allowing the precious Soulless troops to retreat first.
Although some soulless beings have fallen down with bleeding from all their orifices due to the excessive density of spiritual energy.
The army of Slaanesh began to wreak destruction. They blew up the black stone lines buried deep behind the bulkheads. After Lucius appeared, the followers of Slaanesh immediately began to summon. They cheered and called for the Lord to come in the desire of the fans.
The cautious Fabius also disembarked and threw the cocktail potion on the ground. His clone guards stood beside him, guarding him.
In the distance, Bayer saw the last of the Soulless disappear—and then the Death Guard began throwing some kind of smoke bomb weapon.
His heart tightened. He was more or less familiar with the fighting style of the Death Guard Soulless - but what was this
The Death Guard is going to use phosphorous fire and poison weapons
But the Slaanesh army's resistance to poison is high enough - they should know that this is a drop in the bucket.
“Nothing more than that!!!”
Lucius's shrill laughter rang out again, he was almost slaughtering, his long tongue hanging out, he stood on the pile of corpses and laughed loudly, the background was the frantic noise of the noise warriors -
Bang!
Lucius looked at the hole on his forehead in disbelief. The small hole passed precisely through the center of his forehead, leaving a wrist-sized hole behind his skull.
!
Lucius fell slowly.
The noise warrior's hand playing the guitar trembled, and a long, trembling note echoed.
"Hey,"
In the white mist, Vorx took off his helmet and looked calmly at the Slaanesh army - but Fabius knew he was looking at himself!
Vox lowered the modified gun in his hand that was still emitting hot air.
"Lucius," the old Death Guard said calmly, "Long time no see - what do you think of bullying the younger generation?"
Behind him, the fog suddenly thickened, and countless eyepieces flashing white light lit up.
"Come on, fight with me."
Vox glanced at the garbage that crawled out of the pile of corpses. Lucius was resurrected again.
"And you," he looked at Eidolon again, "come on, I'll fight two of you."
Vox thought he was being modest. If it were Karas, he would just scold all the Slaanesh troops present in a sarcastic tone and beat them while scolding.
Now it is no longer a struggle between the subspace and the physical world for ownership, but a struggle between two different authorities within the subspace.
(End of this chapter)