Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul
Chapter 465: The Crimson King (Part 2)
Chapter 464 The Crimson King (Part 2)
The corners of the heavy book fell like a heavy hammer, and the force was like a violent wind and thunder. It clanged against the silver-blue armor behind Omegon, and a crisp crack burst out along with the invisible runes attached to the outer shell of the thick book. The red energy exploded, and countless curved arcs were like tangible pieces of gold. They followed the outline of the runes and broke after being formed, scattering into the mist of the Webway.
Omegon rolled away in pain, his face disappearing into the shadows, leaving only the cold arc of his jaw. The broken spear in his hand instantly grew into a complete blade and handle. The cutting arc appeared blurred in the web space, as if it were itself It just travels between the gap between one second and the next, its shape is amorphous.
"Omegon," Magnus gritted his teeth and glared at the original body standing opposite him, "What have you done?"
While speaking, Magnus observed the battlefield between the two from another perspective through the third eye of high-level mental state analysis, and quietly arranged favorable environments in the battlefield.
Magnus saw his blood flowing gurglingly, and the numerous runes flying like a blizzard in the bright light, shining with a dazzling golden-red light.
Omegon's outer armor was covered with a layer of misty subspace fluorescent light, and the snake's shadow moved on the scales, undoubtedly receiving some kind of blasphemous gift - even if the degree was not deep, that kind of taint still greatly angered the horse. Genus.
"I'm here for you, Magnus," Omegon turned the pale spear in his hand, watching Magnus's movements.
When Magnus rushed toward him, the sacred book covered with exquisite patterns was quickly transformed into a chained meteor hammer under the sudden elongation of light. He used his spear to twist the hinge of the sacred book, and the chain instantly transformed. The replaced corners extended out, and the spear blade swung by Omegon shifted position accordingly, flashing like lightning in the space, quickly resisting Magnus' attack.
Magnus looked indignant, and his remaining eyes instantly turned as scarlet as blood.
"Nonsense!" he scolded, forcing Omegon back.
His own speed may not be comparable to Alpha's Viper, but the flowing light and shadow covering his feet are like invisible red wings, splashing crystal fragments on the thin wall of the web channel on the ground, constantly helping Mag Noos moved forward. Several flying knives took shape around Magnus, and the moment they took shape, they ignored the barrier of space and directly arrived at Omegon's side.
Omegon turned his body, and his spear was like a prophet, piercing the flying knives one by one from the blade surface, exploding like a rain of broken crystals. Under Magnus's coercion, he stepped back step by step, and in a blink of an eye his still aching back pressed against the fragile side wall of the webway.
It only takes one blow, another furious slam or a fiery bite, and the walls will burst into cracks.
A fierce red arc light struck with devastating force. Omegan ducked to avoid it. The arc light began to oscillate the moment it touched the wall of the webway, but it was not the webway itself that trembled.
A layer of delayed casting source that was deployed here at an unknown time was stimulated by the second level of energy. When it exploded, it bound the shock wave to a one-way forward angle. Omegan's helmet cracked from back to front, and blood was sticky. The thick liquid poured into the inner armor, and the heavy tome of pure gold was greeted directly. Magnus's third rune eye dutifully went out.
"Magnus!" he screamed, "the Emperor's plans will not succeed, and humanity will gain nothing from the Emperor's rule—"
His words were interrupted by Magnus. The Crimson King opened his left hand, and a curved-edged sickle sword was instantly formed. It slid forward along the spear shaft thrust out by Omega, and inserted into the mouth of Omega's spear-holding mouth. It was bloody. Splash. Omega drew his spear and retreated under the laceration. The pale spear drew a cold horizontal arc downwards, stabbing blood marks on the upper side of Magnus's knee armor, and blood spilled out along the crack.
"I don't want to hear it!" Magnus replied bluntly. The mention of the Emperor's backup plan still hurt his heart, but if everything was necessary, he would not regret his decision.
"We can change this plan..."
"Where did this begin! Tell me, Omegon! When did it begin! Aurelion? Horus? Nemesis Blade? Shadow Lair Nemesis Blade, Shadow Lair - it's you!"
The weapons of the two original bodies continued to meet and separate. The Holy Code had already been transformed into a heavy object as solid as fine gold through the strengthening of runes. As the head of a heavy hammer or a short-range hard stick, it collided with the spear blade. . Omigang rolled and changed positions, and the shattered armor shattered in the thick fog, flickering together with the phosphorus fire.
"My brother-" Omegon started, and the change of title in this sentence immediately confirmed Magnus's guess.
The extreme anger overcame the brief confusion in an instant. The skin on his left hand was completely torn in the surge of supernatural energy. Thorns of blood emitting golden light pierced out from the surrounding thick fog, passing directly through it as if they were not restricted by matter. Through Omega's body.
Omega was about to retreat and pull away, bypassing the thorn net that created countless painful bleeding holes in his body. The blazing sparks transformed into the beating blood flow in Magnus's body were simultaneously in space and short-term continuous time. All the pieces exploded, forcing Omegon to be nailed to the spot under the powerful impact.
"Magnus!"
Magnus grabbed Omegon's left shoulder and threw him to the ground. After a dull blow to the ground, the adamantine horns on the thick holy book slammed into the severely damaged silver-blue outer armor.
With a crisp snap, Omegan's spine burst into a terrible tearing sound. The severe pain instantly pierced the Primarch who fell in the thick fog. Omegan tried to stand up again, but his limp legs refused to obey his command, and blood gushed out of his mouth. He trembled and squeezed out more syllables from his panting: "You... Terra..."
"Tell me, Omegan..." Magnus squatted beside Omegan, and then knelt on one knee. The psychological struggle brought by the fight with his brother suddenly flowed back like the tide that had fallen in the past.
"Why?" He asked uneasily, "Why, Omegan!"
In the dizziness caused by the intense physical consumption, Magnus felt that the surging environment around him had become particularly bad during the battle. The dark power of Chaos washed the outer wall of the Webway one after another, without stopping for a moment - that was not an attempt to tear the Webway, but a preset energy anchor point, attached to the outer wall of the Webway in a seemingly gentle but actually treacherous way, waiting for a moment to play the role expected by the Chaos Gods.
...Why not destroy the webway?
Magnus had thousands of thoughts running through his mind at the same time, and he instantly returned to the present when Omegan spoke. Omegan's face was immersed in the thick fog, and his voice sounded like a serpent's hissing from between its teeth: "...It is only humanity's own darkness that will destroy humanity, not..."
"Finish your words!" Magnus no longer cared whether he sounded angry or not. He glanced anxiously at the outside of the webway, and the chains wrapped around the Codex Nikaea turned to bind the seriously injured Omegan.
He didn't want to do it himself. On the one hand, he was afraid that he would not be able to effectively restrain a brother after his anger faded. On the other hand, the supernatural energy he could control was running low, and this was the source of his power as a scholar that allowed him to surpass many brothers in combat. He couldn't expose his weakness.
The damage he caused to himself was even worse than the spear wound Omegan had scratched on him.
"Instead of..." Omegan repeated, his voice getting weaker and weaker, and the pool of blood under him had already submerged Omegan's chest. Magnus turned him over and discerned the opening and closing of Omegan's lips in the thick fog.
Omegan stared at him with cold eyes, as if he wanted to say something, but Magnus had pushed him away in the blink of an eye and stepped back a few steps. His eyes were darkened by the sudden rise. The red-gold light in the mist was bright, like a surging lightning that penetrated the web up and down, almost forming some kind of destructive pillar that would kill anyone who touched it, sealing the passage tightly.
Almost at the moment before the red-gold lightning formed a curtain wall, a whistling and changing light lit up from Omegan's body, and in an instant, the phantoms of nearly a hundred poisonous snakes appeared, forming some kind of poisonous void scene inside the web.
The saliva dripping from each snake shadow reflected the illusion of an entire unrestrained and violent world, where worlds, truth and falsehood infinitely replaced and overlapped each other, and fractal patterns spread outward along each pattern inside the illusion. Its impermanence was enough to destroy a mortal's entire understanding of reality and drown reason in a nightmare-like terrible sensory impact.
Magnus immediately closed his remaining right eye, restricting his perception within a limited range, just to ensure that he could make an appropriate counterattack.
His heart trembled in terrible despair, with more real and piercing pain than when he had previously calculated the death of the seventeen primarchs that the Emperor had planned.
What appeared before him was no longer a gene primarch, no longer the human model and superman sample created by the Emperor two hundred years ago.
Since an unknown time, some relationships and fundamental factors within Omegan have undergone a complete transformation, whether this change is due to active choice or passive accident. Regardless, this new creature was merely imitating the shape and shell of the past, using the discarded debris to rebuild a fragile Primarch shape.
And this could only mean one thing.
One of his brothers chose to fall.
And he would fight against him - even kill him.
One Primarch, killing another Primarch? Magnus thought, where in the entire galaxy could such a thing happen? And today, in this gap between time and space, two brothers connected by blood were going to do this?
Not a ceremonial battle on the dueling stage, not a drill in the Court of Narni, not a sword fight like dancing in the restricted arena of the Phalanx, but a real spear piercing the heart, a hammer smashing the head, gnawing with red teeth, tearing with sharp nails, until only one person's heavy breathing was left in the webway.
Is this right?
When the two-color flames entangled in the narrow webway, he still felt a kind of unbelievable delirium, feeling the momentary sobriety brought by the inner turmoil and pain.
For a moment, he didn't seem to understand what he was doing, as if some bad, teasing trick had brought about the current brother's slaughter. Which existence in the highest heaven was laughing shrilly, taking away the brand-new harvest it had exchanged for its previous sacrifice...
The deformed snake head bit towards him, and its teeth were quenched with terrible venom. Its form was fixed, with only two snake heads, and the neck of the third head was cut off at some point, leaving traces of artillery fire.
Magnus held up the holy book, and the preset runes engraved in the book flickered, injected with fresh life by the flowing blood, and burst into a blazing flash, like a pure star-lit lamp, hanging high in the endless changes of the terrifying darkness...
The chaotic energy in the outside world grew stronger and stronger, and the thick colors finally intertwined into pitch-black light. Magnus cursed loudly, cursed all the words he didn't know what they were, and waved the weapon in his hand.
All his strength went into the next blow, and the next, as if he were holding a heavy stick, or a vicious stone... He roared, grinning at the attack His giant snake bared its teeth, just like humans tens of thousands of years ago who were furious when faced with the beasts that gnawed away their brothers and relatives...
But his sanity still exists, and each spell still cooperates with his battle: a battle alone, a battle that no one knows, a battle deep in the webway with no help and no help but himself, and this battle It's the duel between the original body and the original body...
Those dream-like moments, that long, dazzling world full of laughter and bright light that never sets, a dream-like colorful world, the dreams of laughter, the collision of shoulders and the arguments with arms crossed. , the little music box dolls dancing on the table, the pleasant spirits of Xiaodu, those faces with flowing luster like pure white stone sculptures under the golden light... all moved towards the darkness at the edge of the webway, Like fate returning to its original direction, returning to its abominable first path after wandering for too long...
"I'm going to kill you," Magnus yelled, "you're going to - ruin this -"
Who to kill? What is all this? Is he going to kill Omegon? Does all this refer to the webway they're on? Is that all? Or is this all there is to it?
The red flames burned fiercely until a huge cracking sound shattered all the sounds that were not noisy enough and brought unparalleled silence into this limited venue. Magnus took a step back and fell to the ground.
In front of him, the red spear had pierced the giant snake's head, and blood gurgled from a circular wound. Finally, the snake's head fell from a height to the ground.
"I killed him..." Magnus murmured, "Really?"
The snake body also crashed down, a little slow at first, then quickly accelerated, hitting the ground of the Webway heavily. The dark mist immediately surged up happily, turning into flowing, pipe-like filaments, and penetrated into Omegan's remains...
The fog was swept away by the air current, and the image of a genetic primarch reappeared. The headless body with severed spine lay in the bloody fog, next to his head, and his incomplete cold eyes were still looking at Magnus. , which seems to have some kind of ruthless smile.
Magnus stared at Omegan's dead body.
Yes, death. The fact of death was pushed to Magnus in a bloody and irresistible manner, telling him that just now, on the back of this unknown world, in the deepest part of the Webway, one brother murdered another brother. .
The Crimson King gasped, his fatigue preventing him from moving, drowned in the terror that still held him captive.
Really? Did the Primarchs begin to destroy each other in the first year of the 31st Millennium? First came the fall of Horus, and then the break between Lorgar Aurelion and Perturabo. Was it his turn now? Did Magnus, the fifteenth Primarch, Magnus the Proud, slay a Primarch of the Alpha Legion?
He stared at Omegon's body until his will returned to his soul.
Well, what happened was that a Primarch became involved with Chaos, and they fought until one of them died.
This is what happened, everything is clear, so how is he going to describe this whole murder and counterattack to others?
He undeniably attacked a brother. Maybe he had the choice not to kill him but he took the whole thing to the last step... How could it be like this.
Magnus stood up and once again observed the surging storm outside the transparent webway. They seem to have faded somewhat, perhaps retreating in despair, perhaps achieving their goal.
The question came back to Magnus: Why didn't the Chaos Gods directly try to breach the seal of the Webway? If they insist on doing this, they can do it as long as there is one node left vacant. Even if this is not the core area of the network, their intrusion can be easily completed.
Magnus shook his head and decided to take Omegon's body with him. He could not expose the body of a Primarch here. He stared at Omega, stood still for a few seconds, then hung the blood-stained holy book back to his waist, and pulled Omega to float upward.
He soon realized that Omegon's body was extremely light, as if all that was left here was a hollowed-out paper shell, and a gust of wind could send him away.
After the death of the Primarch, something within him seemed to have been lost unconsciously, or absorbed, turning into the power of some impatient Other...
The next moment, waves of darkness surged out of Omegon's empty shell.
The end and destruction of the last sacrifice required for his birth, with the prelude of the bone-chilling fear that would be accompanied by his first cry, enough to tear the entire world apart, penetrated Magnus's soul at close range. .
...The day of reckoning will bring...darkness...destruction of all realms...
An electric thought flashed through Magnus' desperate mind - purpose.
Not to destroy humanity. It is not about plunging the world into a one-time catastrophe.
It's not that I'm afraid of fighting. Not to resist sharing the stage with the new-born Destroyer. Not to suppress the birth of a new king. no. wrong. wrong.
This is the purpose of the Dark Gods. This is the purpose of the Ancient Four.
Coming.
The coming of the Fifth God.
At the eternal card table, a new empty throne has been waiting for ten thousand years.
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