40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 508 26. The idol is broken and the dead are resurrected (11)

Blood gurgled from Lorgar Aurelion's chest, and the skin controlled by Chaos strictly obeyed the laws of the material world to the point of absurdity.

It was this law that caused a giant sword to pierce his chest and make him bleed. Even for a body of the original body level, this is a very serious injury. However, the monster holding the sword and hurting it also let out a roar full of pain.

Erebus couldn't help but smile as he listened to the roar.

Over the past ten thousand years, he has learned many new things. For example, knowledge, some rules. Another example, some mysterious spells that have long been submerged in the long river of history.

He is completely different from before, not to mention, Luo Jia's skin is an excellent experimental material.

With the help of this skin controlled by Chaos, Erebus was able to grow from an apprentice to a master. All kinds of strange but mysterious spells were allowed to run unhindered through the power of Chaos under the empty flesh and blood.

However, is a false original body not the original body?

Erebus had different opinions on this. In order to prove this, he controlled this skin and traveled alone to a certain world many times. In those places, the Great Words opened their lips and spread the gospel, converting countless people to Chaos.

To people in the wild and feudal worlds, Lorgar Aurelion's voice and image were no different than those of a god. They knelt at his feet, kissed the soil on which he walked, and raised their hands in the air, shouting fervently the Eightfold Way

After just one meeting, they forgot about the Emperor.

This is really funny and ironic. If Luo Jia still has self-awareness, he will definitely be very grateful to him for realizing his lifelong wish.

Smiling, Erebus moved his fingers and used a sealing spell that had been prepared to restrain the monster's movements, while speaking slowly.

"It seems to me that your battle is like an avalanche, old friend. One detail leads to another, and the chain reaction will completely destroy everything. Have you ever seen an avalanche? Mountains collapse, the world trembles, and people utter The screams were buried within the snow and debris of the city."

"That's a rare sight."

He sighed gently, his voice soft and rhythmic, as if he was reciting a poem written by himself.

At the same time, Lorgar Aurelion raised his fists and crushed the air. The power of chaos flowed out from the gaps in his five fingers, forming a simple but powerful expulsion in an instant. Magic circle.

Now, he only needs to press his hands on the monster's body to make it return to the subspace in extreme pain. Without hundreds of years of preparation and precise rituals, a demon of its level would never appear again.

Erebus couldn't help but smile. He looked at the monsters injured by his own strength and his own weapons, and the smile on his face became brighter little by little.

He asked in a soft voice: "Nearly ten thousand years of planning, Shen. How much effort did you put in to let those fragments protect those lost lambs in this dark star?"

The monster stared at him and used his sword to support his body.

Revenge treats all alike, and its sword hurts itself equally. The hatred of the loyal is hatred, and so is the hatred of the traitor.

Over the past ten thousand years, there have been too many traitors to be killed by Shen himself, and their hatred has been lingering in the realm of revenge for a long time. Just waiting for a chance, he will come for revenge.

Just now, they got that opportunity.

Under Erebus's gentle and calm gaze, the monster's body began to gradually become transparent in the wrathful flames. The flames clean up, part of it provides it with strength, and the other part hurts it mercilessly, trying to completely destroy it.

Looking at the Dark Apostle, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart - it is worthy of the power named revenge, so extreme. No wonder it is so powerful.

"It seems that I don't need to do anything anymore." Erebus shrugged vaguely. "This is really interesting. It coincides with your motto. Anyone who believes in Him or is favored by Him will surely perish by the sword."

He smiled and stretched out his right hand, pointed at the sword in the monster's hand, and actually said a Nostramo sentence: "How about this pun joke?"

"You must die." Shen Zi said in the monster's body.

The flames dissipated and it turned into a ball of pale ashes. Erebus moved his fingers and blew them away completely with the strong wind. Lorgar Aurelion's skin walked behind him in a dull manner, returning to his shadow again.

The dark apostle wearing a priest's robe stood quietly among the ruins of the church, looking up at the sky. At this moment, he only needs to open one door to succeed in his plan.

Looking at the entire galaxy, how many people can get such an opportunity, even if the time is extended to tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years?

Erebus took a deep breath, suppressed his excitement, and gradually regained his composure.

Calm down, he warned himself - the dust hasn't settled yet, Samus hasn't brought him the drop of blood yet, and the ambush he arranged in advance has not succeeded in stopping the few who split from the night blade. sub-group.

He didn't have much time left. Once he didn't finish everything within the remaining ten hours, the plan would have to fail and start from scratch. And when that happens, will he really have a chance?

Erebus is well versed in conspiracy, and he understands that most of the time, opportunities are far more important than ability.

The Dark Apostle raised his hands, began to gather the power of chaos, and began to sense the environment around the church.

He has set up a dragnet, and hundreds of chain-triggered trap spells have been engraved on the ground or in the ruins of the walls with the flesh and blood of demons. Even if he has come this far, he still dare not say that he can sense enemies who are good at operating in the dark.

What's more, the god he cooperates with most always likes to let his followers taste the bitter fruit of failure at the most critical moment.

Erebus was concentrating on his preparations, and he could be said to be meticulous and meticulous. After dealing with the ground, he even turned his gaze to the sky. It was at this moment that he sensed Samus' aura.

He looked in that direction and saw an airborne landing pod that was making an emergency landing. The Dark Apostle was startled for a moment, and then he laughed.

He took a few steps back, and after more than ten seconds, with a loud noise, and in the scattered smoke, Samus brutally destroyed the drop pod with his sharp claws, and walked out with a grin on his face.

"Nice to meet you, Samus!"

Erebus laughed and walked towards it, the greed and desire in his eyes almost turning into reality. He stopped not far from the devil and stretched out his right hand in excitement.

"Where's what I want?"

"Where's Shen?" The demon looked around and growled back.

Erebus replied with an undiminished smile: "He has - wait."

In just an instant, the smile on his face disappeared completely. The entire face that was engraved with scriptures fell into a frightening calm, and the power was astonishing, but Samus bared his fangs at him.

The devil said with unusual clarity: "Without sinking, there would be no blood."

"You didn't bring it to me at all."

"You didn't give Shen to me as stated in the contract." Samus smiled evilly and looked at Erebus's face with satisfaction.

"We have a contract, and it was a contract completed under the witness of the dark gods. Even so, you dare to violate it. I really saw you right, Erebus, you are a natural born Bastard."

The Dark Apostle looked at it calmly, and after a few seconds, the smile suddenly returned to his face.

"Look around, dear Samus, what do you see?"

"Your grave," the devil said maliciously.

"No, no. What you see is a world full of hatred, and the power of chaos has been unimpeded here. With this hatred, I can set up a summoning circle to bring back the object of your heart. What do you think of this? ?”

The Dark Apostle smiled and took a step forward. With his right hand, he had already created the prototype of the teleportation spell belonging to the domain of the Lord of Change: "How about you go back to that ship and bring me what I want?"

Samus couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Stop it, you bastard!" it growled. "Do you think I'm stupid? Keep your damn magic for yourself!"

It pounced on Erebus, its eyes full of madness, and its speed was incomprehensible. It was far more powerful than before. Otherwise, how could it have fought evenly with Shen when it was still on the Night Soul?

The Dark Apostle took a step back, and the shadow behind him expanded rapidly. Lorgar Aurelion reappeared, and the expulsion circle prepared early in the morning quietly bloomed in his fists.

He blocked Samus and began wrestling with it, expressionless. The demon spat out a breath of bloody hot breath in contempt, without even looking at the false skin, and just growled at Erebus.

"Wait, bastard, they will come to kill you soon! How many demons from the Revenge Realm can you expel?!"

"What did you do?" Erebus asked gloomily, his calmness and smile finally disappearing completely.

Samus didn't answer, just laughed maniacally. Amidst its maniacal laughter, Erebus raised his head and looked at the sky, but felt a sting in his eyes.

He was stunned for a moment, and his eyes started to burn in the next second.

The clouds were broken, bursts of thunder were heard in the sky, and the sun of Litatra rose quietly in the early morning hours of the first day of the Holy Month. Its brilliance was so bright that even Samus couldn't help but scream at it.

Erebus covered his eyes. In the intense pain, they did not notice that a bit of golden light was rushing towards them in the brilliance of the sun.

And, of course, there are dozens of burning drop pods.

——

Conrad Coates walked calmly into the darkness. He held his head high and walked firmly in the darkness that even he could not see through, appearing calm and composed.

It was as if he was not walking into a terrifying prison, but on his way home.

His footsteps escaped in the darkness. In the endless years, the concept of sound finally existed here.

As he moves forward, the world quietly changes beneath his feet. The nothingness and darkness slowly faded away, and a faint light gradually brightened. However, this was not the power of Konrad Coates.

The Night King stopped, took off his crown, and greeted one of his fathers as the Son of Man.

"Long time no see, father."

The light flashed, and the vague and huge sound swept past, indescribable and difficult to understand. Countless people are talking in it, crying, screaming, and the noise is like the destruction of the world or the rebirth of a fetus.

The King of Night listened silently, his brows furrowed. Even for him, it was not easy to understand the message conveyed by this voice.

However, in the end, he understood the meaning of that sentence.

"Indeed, Conrad."

Cozz lowered his eyes, swallowed the sigh into his throat, and smiled instead.

"It seems that it is better to be a human being, isn't it, father? I have become the Son of God, and you have become a god, but even basic communication has become difficult."

The light flashed again, but this time there was no sound. It flashed continuously, waves of golden light rushing towards the surrounding darkness like waves, as if to drive them away.

Curze waited silently for the incident to end, but quite unexpectedly heard a hoarse and dry voice a few minutes later.

".Nice joke." A figure in the light said weakly.

Kurtz looked at him, his face was not happy at all, but full of worry, and even a hint of anger.

He walked over quickly, wanting to reach out and touch the human figure, but his body was burned by the radiance it radiated. Amid the hissing sound of burning, the Night King withdrew his hand expressionlessly and shook his head.

"How could you come here in person?" He accused in a low voice, and put his right hand behind his back.

"I'm sorry, Conrad." The humanoid said apologetically. His voice sounded extremely illusory and unreal, as if it didn't exist at all. Or, perhaps, he was just unfamiliar with it.

"Stop apologizing." Coze put on the crown again without expression, and showed two fangs as if to threaten him.

As soon as he finished speaking, he strode forward. The human figure made of golden light did not follow him, but began to melt on the spot. Curze knew this very well, and even knew early on that he would not be able to exist for long.

"Don't think you owe me." He turned his back to the light and spoke. "Don't do anything stupid about it, we all have responsibilities, Father."

The human form did not answer, but slowly disappeared, but the light remained, illuminating the way ahead for Curze.

However, it sounds ridiculous, but there is actually no road here. The so-called road is nothing but nothingness, and no one knows how Conrad Coates walked on such a thing.

He should have fallen, continued to fall in this bottomless abyss, and finally become another prisoner in the prison. However, this prison had no such desire for him.

It is a terrible prison built by a god himself. All the designs are just to make him suffer, but not to truly despair. It can only accommodate one prisoner.

This is an angry and desperate person's most decisive revenge on himself.

The art of torture.

Midnight Ghost thought. He lowered his head and tried to smile, but failed.

He didn't know how long he would have to walk to find that person. After all, time had no meaning here. One second can be ten thousand years, ten thousand years can also be one second, endless years, endless sinking.

What's more, even if he does find him, can he really recognize him? No one knows how long the man formerly known as Khalil Lohars has been here, and his sentence is literally indefinite.

Can anyone really endure this torture?

What should I do if he forgets everything?

Midnight Ghost had no answer and just kept walking forward. He knew he shouldn't think about these things, but he couldn't help it.

One of his fathers once said that he was a born pessimist. What he didn't know was that Midnight Ghost was actually not very optimistic.

It would be extremely weird if a person who has been facing darkness all year round could maintain an optimistic attitude. Moreover, this is a completely reasonable speculation.

He's gone crazy, that's for sure. The ghost thought. There was no way he had any sanity left.

So, what do I do? I have to remind him of who he is. Maybe sharing my own memories would help, or maybe I should come in prepared as Magnus said. But I have no time. Human beings are always short of time.

Khalil Lohars was destined to resuscitate at this moment.

He clenched his right fist violently, clenching the indestructible fragment.

It's meant to be. He chewed these four words and gritted his teeth expressionlessly, wishing to slit his own throat.

The Midnight Ghost continued to move forward, never stopping. He had a lot of thoughts and complicated emotions, but he had no thoughts of 'flinching' at all.

He is frighteningly determined. He cannot do this simply driven by responsibility. If it is only driven by emotion, it actually seems weak.

This determination is composed of emotion and responsibility, pushing the midnight ghost to move forward calmly in the darkness that has been illuminated by the faint light, and looking for the figure of a prisoner.

He walked for a long time, and then he was found.

Instead of a son finding his father, a father found his son in the dark.

He heard the call, so he stood up and walked out of numbness and despair, without even questioning whether this was another hallucination that could lead to his sinking. Time has no meaning here, so how long had he been trekking in the dark?

None of this matters anymore.

He stood in front of his son, with his back to the darkness, facing the faint light, facing the midnight ghost or Konrad Coates, facing a king wearing a moonlight crown, facing a man with a blank expression and loss of speech ability, even more powerful than him. But also the helpless Son of Man.

After a long time, a man took a step forward gently in the darkness, as cautiously as a man walking alone on a sling at an altitude of 10,000 meters. There is no protection, only the strong wind, only coldness and loneliness, and shaky sanity.

The man raised his bony right hand and touched a pale face. At first there was only coldness, but after a few seconds, a warmth that could no longer be hidden dripped down from above, bringing a burst of warmth and a feeling that he had forgotten how to describe.

The prisoner took back his right hand and actually smiled.

"Father." Ghost trembled his lips and spat out these two words.

The prisoner opened his mouth, and a sigh-like sound came out from his throat, followed by a vague murmur, like a toddler learning to speak.

He himself was obviously aware of this. A clear and calm smile appeared soon after a brief moment of astonishment, and then turned into a pure smile.

He stretched out his hands to hug the man who was already much taller than him, and at the same time, he reached out and took away a fragment.

The wind roared, the darkness shattered, the light faded, and the sound returned. Numbness was replaced by a renewed determination, and despair was completely shattered by a drop of tear.

A heart starts beating again.

Khalil Lohars sighed, opened his eyes, and pushed open a wooden door.