Crown of Chaos

Standing on the top of the hill, Aaron resisted the rain of fire that fell when Petrabo appeared.

Petrabo stood in a circular formation of his hoop robots. The Skullbreaker hammer he held in his left hand was emitting cold lightning from the top of his head. The battle robots had all turned to adjust their shields. A circular shield wall formed around Trabo.

"You are resisting." There are no traces of humanity on Petrabo's body. He is covered in heavy armor, and more than a dozen cables are shooting out electric sparks from his demonic face. Spreading to every part of his body, he looked like a hill made of machinery. If it weren't for the wrapping and restraint of full-body power armor, he would have no human form at all.

The right arm of the Ascension Primarch is a multiple structure composed of a series of mechanical arms. Aaron has no doubt that each mechanical arm has the ability to destroy an entire city.

"You are fighting, but please forgive me, your so-called war between the East and West armies is as ugly as a patient with incontinence peeing in the toilet. You are looking for the three-eyed king, barking in the blessing of the four gods. Apocalypse, the Father of Chaos is aware - He sees and knows that if you do find the Three-Eyed King, you will die. You are weak, and He is beyond your weakness. He will not kneel. He will not obey. . He will test the hardness of heart that you lack."

Petrabo's demonic face smiled: "I have come to correct you. You have taken the wrong path. Now I will correct your mistakes, my lord. You can become eternal, indestructible and unbreakable."

"Is this what you want to say?" Aaron sighed and asked, "Everyone has the right to choose their own path. In fact, I want to correct you, but I'm not sure if this makes sense."

"Very well," said Perturabo.

The air screamed. A torrent of fiery energy and live fire burned through the space between Petrabo and Aaron, and Aaron disappeared, the place where he stood being torn to shreds and steam.

The Golden Rule's vision dimmed in response to the dazzling light, and Pertrabo was reduced to an afterimage, charging forward through the flames of Tzeentch emanating from Aaron, the surrounding Iron Warriors standing still as the Primarch rushed past them. At the moment when it is about to fire.

is the enemy.

Elminster nodded, and he ignited the silver fire again, and the Archmage's body began to rotate. Under the attack of the silver fire, the descending Iron Warrior's body made a harsh sound of grinding bones and peeling off rust.

Storm Silverhand and Kelben-Blackstaff cast spells to deal with these new enemies.

The Iron Warriors of Petrabo seemed no match for Elminster and others, which allowed Aaron to deal specifically with the Lord of Steel.

The Lord of Steel hit Draconion's top when the Golden Rule's incarnation lifted off the ground, and the warhammer named Skullbreaker had the power to circle around with just one blow.

The Tzeentch flying disc summoned by Aaron was shattered into pieces, and arcs of electricity radiated out. The deformed Tzeentch fire demon was torn apart, spraying fragments and coagulated blood. A mutilated Tzeentch evil beast was twitching in its jaws, and a series of Explosives and Daemon Rockets covered Aaron, ectoplasm-like smoke billowed out of him, and his body became a dragging broken skeleton. Pertrabo maintained a fierce firepower as he gradually approached, each step Accompanied by the slow sound of a piston closing.

The ending disappointed Petrabo. The power of Nurgle blessed Aaron, and he did not lose his fighting power. As for the power of chaos, Aaron was the person chosen by the four gods, and his understanding of chaos was better than his own.

Petrabo struck Aaron again with his hammer, and a loud bang exploded into the atmosphere.

After the reincarnation, Rogal Dorn fell in front of Pertrabo.

"I'll come." Rogal Dorn whispered: "I still have an account to settle with him."

"They say that whitewashing is three points weaker than blackening. Can you really beat this guy?" Aaron held Draconion in his hand and whispered.

"...It's okay, your god is here." Dorn carried the Storm Fang on his shoulders: "My god is here too."

Aaron suddenly discovered that the power of a god was being continuously injected into Dorne's body! The vast energy of fairness, selflessness, righteousness, and fatigue carries a sense of awe-inspiring righteousness, as brave and strong as a veteran who has devoted his life to his duties!

Tyr? !

Aaron didn't say anything else, because from a certain perspective, Tyr and Dorn were really similar.

"Who are you? Why are you holding Dorne's weapon?" Petrabo did not recognize who this wolf boy was.

Dorn didn't answer, he just took a step forward, and the explosions and projectiles were swallowed up by his body.

The space folded as Dorn moved, and his appearance turned into a blurry afterimage. His fists were enveloped by the heavenly power of the God of Justice. His striding speed was as fast as a flash, the fangs of the storm were thrown away, and thunder and lightning struck. It runs through warriors and machines in an arcing trajectory.

An Iron Warrior Dreadnought exploded due to self-igniting ammunition and fuel. The turret was blown into the air. The half-demon warriors were reduced to ashes by the jumping arc. The blood flow was carbonized and evaporated in the form of small balls. Il witnessed this scene. Munster and others were unable to move or even turn their consciousness into action. This is not just a beast used for destruction; it is a force of annihilation that originally comes from a realm different from that of mortals.

He saw the Draconion in Aaron's hand, and a sharp cold light emitted from the crack of its blade. It sliced ​​reality apart as it slashed, blood and smoke flowing from the wounds where the ax blade made.

Petrabo is like a steel giant standing in front of the shadow of death. Aaron's Draconion cuts it off first, and Petrabo avoids it sideways. Even if he is wrapped in armor and pistons, he is stronger than a mortal. He was faster than he thought, almost fast enough to dodge the slash, but even the demigod couldn't avoid the blow and Draconion hit him in the shoulder. A pale light lit up. For a second all he could see was white light, and then his robotic arm disconnected from behind his eyes. He heard more sounds of Draconian thirsting for flesh, each blow screaming louder than the guns.

Dorn followed closely, the teeth of the storm turning, the steps, the cold and stone-like determination, and the strength and ruthlessness in his eyes.

Petrabo recognized it.

Rogal Dorn, the stone men of Terra.

In the depths of his soul he thought of the many duties he had performed for Horus, but what was once all brotherhood was now just a memory, and this was more than a failure. This will be death, where he will end.

End this lie of salvation, brotherhood and a higher purpose!

The Ascending Primarch's vision became clear.

Under the combined siege of the two men, Petrabo still stood. Miraculously, Petrabo still stood.

Searing scars were spread across the surface of his armor like marks. Blood hissed as it flowed through the orange mark.

But he still stood, Skullbreaker raised in his hand, its steel head like a shooting star as it swung.

"Dorn!!!!!!"

Petrabo raised his power to the highest level, and the moment the Demon Primarch roared Dorn's name with hatred, a giant warhammer fell from the sky and smashed the Demon-Ascended Primarch into the ground on the spot!

The hammer hit Petrabo squarely in the chest, and his power armor shattered. The shock wave caused by the impact spread out, shaking the ground within a few kilometers.

Tyr's Great Hammer of Light.

"Petrabo, my brother, is this the power of becoming a demon that you are so proud of?" Dorn kicked Petrabo once, twice, and three times with a hammer, beating the steel The Lord staggered to his knees. "I have realized something, I have regained my strength. And you are still immersed in despair."

Aaron, who heard these words, also heard the resentment and cold bitterness in them. There was still something there, something that reminded Aaron of the battle between the Imperial Fist and the Iron Warriors - Dorne in that battle. It was a tragic failure to lose most of his descendants.

Dorn roared, during which Petrabo had already stood up, and the speed of the ascended demon primarch was even faster than before. The collision of weapons from both sides made the air tremble, and blood stains appeared on the scorched ground between the three of them. Aaron, whose magic power was almost exhausted, fired a Khorne Skull Cannon at Petrabo, tearing apart the Steel with an explosion. Armor of the Lord, Petrabo's revealed skin has a flayed human face still screaming.

"You are a weakling," Petrabo growled through gritted teeth. "You are a bastard. You were a bastard when you were born, and you are still a bastard now."

Dornish swords and hammers came out, slashing at Petrabo.

Aaron did not see the completion of this blow, only to find that the Lord of Steel suddenly froze, a crimson trail left from his chest, and a deep wound appeared on his torso. Dorn was about to attack again, but he I don't know why I started to hesitate.

Pertrabo struck back, and the warhammer collided head-on with Tyr's Hammer of Light.

"Your power is flowing away, idiot!" Perturabo roared: "Didn't you say you wouldn't ask for the power of the gods? Didn't you say you wouldn't bend the knee to anyone other than your father? Aren't you facing Will you only be able to read it again when you play God of Skull?!"

"Because you are a traitor." Dorn said coldly: "Go to your father and atone for your sins."

"pull!"

"knew!"

Petrabo was being beaten back, and there were holes in his body caused by penetration and burning. He was a river of spell-bombed light, sparkling dust boiling from his torn flesh while Dorn still fired. The fragments of broken armor fell to the ground at his feet, each one flickering for a few seconds before turning into ectoplasm.

Pertrabo felt something bad and wanted to take off.

The Warhammer of the Hand of the Moon fell from the sky and knocked him to the ground. The Silver Virgin Suellen poked her head out of the clouds with a sullen expression and stared at him.

Why does it become like this! ! !

After three ups and downs, with his head smashed by Selun, Pertrabo found himself unable to retreat, the Iron Lord thought in despair.

Aaron made a gesture, and Dorn immediately stopped attacking. Monarch, Thompson, and Orpheus appeared in the center of the field at the same time. The colorful sealing circle of the five-pointed star rose. Aaron and Dorn each separated a part of their bodies. Power turned into two solid astral crystals, the monarch manipulated the threads, Prince Orpheus blocked the subspace echoes of Petrabo, and Thompson, the last astral wanderer, completed the final process.

Great seal!

The cross formed by the transparent astral crystal sealed Petrabo's mutilated body within it.

"This is the first one." Dorn looked at Petrabo's seal with satisfaction. His brother's desperate wails had been completely blocked by the power of Prince Orpheus, and there would be no reinforcements: "The second one Woolen cloth?"

"Lorgar's matter is easy to solve." Aaron knelt down on one knee, all his magic power had been used up: "We don't even need to take action."

"No need to take action?"

"Yeah." Aaron nodded: "Last time Lorgar showed up, I deliberately let him get the wrong coordinates, so he didn't show up with Petrabo this time. He should be in Sigil City now."

"Sigil City." Thompson suddenly said: "I heard Ana said about Lorgar, then he is blessed."

Sigil City, the place of all realms, the intersection of all kingdoms, universes and planes.

We welcomed three special guests today.

Lorgar, the Demonic Primordial of the Word Bearers, and two demon princes arrived here. Due to a slight deviation in their arrival location, they did not catch up with the battle of Teswe in the first time.

So Luojia decided to send a text message to declare his presence.

"Dorne, and that Aaron Salian, you two don't need to help me make things happen. I'm in Sigil City~" Lorgar held the scepter of destiny and burned with the black fire of chaos: "What are you doing? People, please keep an eye on me, how dare you go against him?"

Kor Phalun, the demon prince and Lorgar's adoptive father, said contemptuously: "I can only say two words to them. Come to Sigil City, I will wait for you."

"This one is even more heavyweight, Erebas!" Lorgar pointed to the demon prince on his right: "The three of us are here, any of your original bodies, the forbidden troops, or the false gods, please get back to me. Just a moment, there’s that Ilmat~”

Erebas was gentle and spoke with ease. He gently touched Lorgar's shoulder and motioned for him to say a few words: "Lorgar, Sigil City will be the place where we carry the oracle of the true god to conquer the heavens. At the starting point of the world, we must take down this lady of pain~"

"Don't worry, it's necessary!" Luojia was extremely excited.

Sigil City, the portal, the transit station of the multiverse, the starting point and the end point of all worlds!

Starting from here, Lorgar will eventually spread the true God's calm voice throughout the multiverse!

In the name of God!

Lorgar no longer wants to care about what happened to Petrabo. He now has a greater cause to do.

Conquer the Lady of Pain, conquer Sigil!

The three guys practiced several times on the streets of Sigil without realizing that an unusually tall lady was standing behind the three of them.

This lady had sleeves in her arms and her face was extremely pale. She was wearing a simple robe with two long ribbons hanging straight to the ground. She tied her hair up and wore a complicated black star crown. fixed.

The blade is like a knife and the face is as cold as snow.

She said nothing or did nothing. She just stood there and looked at the Luojia trio. She was still standing there until the Luojia trio finally finished their performance.

It took Luojia a long time to understand something from the passers-by's eyes. He quickly turned around and said to the blade-haired lady in surprise and humility: "You are flawed, you will decline, and the gods will Abandon you."

"..." The blade-haired lady said nothing.

"I..." Luojia's voice was excited and full of energy, "I... pity you."

“Rejoice, for I bring you glorious news!”

"The real god is coming soon!!!"

Luojia finished.

On this day, all residents of Sigil felt the city tremble in the astral realm.

Three flayed torsos were left on the street.

The blade-haired lady still didn't say a word. She just gave the oncoming traveler a look, indicating that you should handle it, and then drifted away.

The hooded and robed traveler took off his disguise, and above the golden double-headed eagle armor was the face of the Lord of Mankind, full of endless miracles and light.

He is not a god, he does not believe in gods, so he can enter and leave Sigil freely.

"That's it."

"Guilliman needs help."

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