Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Chapter 348 337. Only the Emperor will be injured

The Maelstrom is a star field where the physical world and subspace are mixed. The gods looked sideways and tried to get involved.

The broken physical god roared, and the Night Holder felt the extremely unstable spiritual energy fluctuations in this area. The rags under his black robe were flying, trying to dispel the spiritual energy laws that began to spread.

But this is a maelstrom, and the curtain that separates the two sides is already in disrepair.

Since Khorne can use the authority that symbolizes blood and violence to exert his power, then this means——

The Emperor can do it too!

Even though the current Emperor is far from the God-Emperor in the terrifying stories, even though the distant foreign land still interferes with his power, even though there is no such thing as the sacred candle and scriptures of the state religion to summon the gods...

However, in the cold wind, countless sages and World Eaters shouted the names of Ohm Messiah and the Emperor and rushed towards the enemy. The light bursting out from humanity at this moment was the best medium to resonate with the pulse of the Lord of Mankind. .

In the midst of the gloomy blood, golden light suddenly opened!

Hades held the broken sword in his hand. The dazzling golden light flashing on the sword made him feel an indescribable pressure. The emperor's finger bones hung up and he pulled Hades' neck hard together with the necklace. In an instant, Hades Si felt like the Emperor was going to strangle him to death.

In order not to affect the Emperor's spiritual power and to prevent his knuckles from strangling him as much as possible, Hades closed up his black domain as much as possible.

Using the finger bones as a guide, little golden shimmers lit up Hades's dark armor, and then moved along Hades' hand holding the broken sword to the huge sword of the Enemy Blade.

Obedient to the knuckles that were about to strangle him, Hades raised his sword. The slow and heavy explosion of the Titan was remembered in front of him, and the explosion illuminated Hades's face.

In a daze, Hades looked through the side of the broken sword and saw a knight riding a mule. His black hair fluttered in the wind, leaving only Hades's handsome back.

The huge monsters that covered the sky surged and roared in front of him, but the emperor, who was riding a broken mule, steadily raised his sword.

The emperor seemed to be saying, watch out, I will only perform this kind of operation once.

The ripples of brilliant gold ripple on the old enemy's blade——

The next moment, a huge golden sword light struck the Night Holder!

The Night Holder raised his hand, and the space in front of him suddenly distorted, but the golden light still went straight towards him!

At the same moment, on the neck of Hades, who was guided to swing a sword, the finger bone flashed almost like iron, and Hades, who was suppressed by the emperor's huge spiritual power, could hardly breathe. He hated the spirit. able.

And around Hades, the sages who had witnessed the miracle with their own eyes were becoming more and more fanatical in their voices——

"Praise the God of all opportunities! Praise Om Messiah!!!"

After the sword was struck, the phalanx that had begun to dim suddenly lit up again.

Hades's pupils suddenly dilated, and he suddenly [heard]. The deaf man heard the noisy and chaotic world for the first time. He sensed that someone was praying to [him]—no, not to Hades.

Hades felt that part of his existence that did not originally belong to him.

In an instant, he fell into the silent ocean again, but it was enough. Hades once again caught the ethereal lightning. He ignored the discomfort caused by the emperor's spiritual energy. The metal fragments under Hades' feet began to Floating slowly, the crackling green lighted up.

The sword swung by the warrior who once slayed the dragon successfully caused damage to the Night Holder, but it was not enough to break him. The Night Holder stood up, and when he refocused on [dessert]...

He saw the metallic figure floating around him in the battle array of the Fanatic Titan machine, and violent green lightning flashed between the divine machine and the figure.

Psionics and rules simultaneously began to wrestle with the Nightbringer's realm.

The sacred binary language whispered, the cannonball was loaded, the overheated ion pipe cooled down instantly, the war god machine roared and poured out artillery fire at him again, but the ammunition at this moment was not as weak as before, and it was blessed by the power of the void dragon. The Titans were extremely excited at this moment.

The God of All Opportunities favors them!

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Angron smashed the cabin angrily, and the Stormbird was still flying through the storm. They had not yet reached the battlefield, and Angron felt the nails on his head buzzing.

He looked angrily at the steady stream of aid troops descending from the sky. Even they would arrive on the battlefield before the original body——

From a certain point on, the Sarem forge worlds that came to aid the World Eaters seemed to be going crazy. The Magi were sending their troops down at all costs. Angron even saw a ship flying straight down. It hit the center of the battlefield.

Angron listened to the roar of the engine. He squinted and through the layers of wind and snow, he saw those giant war machines attacking desperately. Some seemed to be distorted by some invisible force, but the next moment , those twisted metals began to re-cover the damaged parts of the Titan as if they were alive.

He saw that all the machines on the battlefield were flashing with bright green lightning, and the metal was creeping up to the damaged parts.

【grass! 】

Damn it, what is that?

Angron cursed, it felt very much like the metal skeletons who had just fought with them, but the original body believed that at least the Mechanicus who assisted them did not have this ability...

Is Hades a wizard?

Angron walked around the cabin irritably. He didn't like fighting with think tanks and psykers. This would make the nails dig deeper. He hated this feeling.

But his broken thoughts reminded him that there was no need to think about these things. Angron had only one thing to do, he would fight with his reinforcement leader! Until victory! Or death!

The Stormbird's engine made a loud noise, the altitude of the battleship suddenly dropped, the hatch opened in front of the Primarch, and the ice blood and fighting spirit on the ground attacked together!

Angron jumped down, the Lord of Red Sand aimed at the black rag suspended in the air, and threw the axe blood in his hand directly.

[Fight!!! ]

The Primarch let out a deafening roar, and the anger brought by the nails replaced everything.

But at the other end of the battlefield, a cry was torn apart by the wind and snow,

"Angron?!"

Inside the Titan machine formation, Hades watched in shock as Angron fell straight towards the Nightbringer. The sudden appearance of the Primarch interrupted Hades' plan and dealt a solid blow to Hades' precarious sanity.

Hades immediately clenched his fist to stop the next round of firepower attack, and immediately ordered all the Titans who were slowly retreating to attack at full speed.

But they were too late. The distance between Angron and Nightbringer was rapidly decreasing - and Nightbringer didn't even pay attention to Angron.

The Primarch had no idea what the ultimate existence of the Star God Nightbringer was. Hades felt a mouthful of blood choking in his throat, and he watched Angron fall.

No - don't!!!

The lightning around Hades suddenly burst, the metal under his feet exerted force, and the Lord of the Silent Order suddenly jumped up. Hades tried to attack Nightbringer head-on for the first time. His goal was not to injure the Star God, but to try to make Nightbringer's offensive desire focus on Hades - not Angron.

Why is Angron here? ! Hades should have knocked him out with a hammer!

Hades saw from the corner of his eye that the Primarch was directly blasted away before he came into contact with the Nightbringer, and Angron flew out. But in the instant before the impact broke out, Hades clearly saw the violent blood energy blocking Angron for a moment -

Khorne, you are still here? ! ! !

But Hades' inner roar was interrupted by the attack of the Nightbringer the next moment. The green lightning surging around Hades obscured the death gaze of the Nightbringer, and the suspended black stone creaked in the broken space.

Hades coughed up a mouthful of blood, and two Titans rushed out of the array to save him. The God Machine rushed towards the Nightbringer without hesitation, interrupting His continued attack.

The moment Hades landed, he began to command the army and ran towards Angron. At this fucking time, Khorne was still trying to seduce Angron? !

Hades panted heavily. The ability of the Void Dragon blocked some of the Nightbringer's attacks for him, but he was indeed hurt.

He felt the suffocation brought by the Emperor's psychic energy, and his finger bones were still strangling him. Hades shouted, "Angron!!!" He saw the figure of the Primarch staggering to his feet, but what made Hades feel wrong was that Angron seemed to be slowly losing his self-awareness at this moment. Hades was horrified to see blood gathering at the Primarch's feet. Hades felt that the string of his rationality was broken. Behind Hades, the eyes of the Nightbringer were refocused on the Master of the Order of Silence, and Hades could feel the pressure of space starting to press down again. At that moment, Hades thought a lot. Time seemed to stand still, and he began to revolve. He remembered the miserable life on Barbarus, the first time he learned how to dig the hardened ground with a hoe, and the first time he ate corn, he almost vomited because it was bitter. He remembered the arduous overtime life on the Death Guard, and the deep resentment towards him in Garro's eyes - and the dark circles under his eyes. He thought of Macragge, which he had not been to yet... The agreement with Guilliman was probably going to be ruined.

Hades thought of Mortarion again. He hoped to take his ashes back - maybe Mortarion would use Hades's ashes to plant a pot of flowers.

Finally, Hades thought of the two human traffickers, the Emperor and Malcador. If it were not for them, Hades would probably still be happily working overtime on his warm Death Guard.

Even at the last moment, the Emperor's finger bones did not let Hades go. Even though it guided Hades to feel the power of the Void Dragon, it was all in vain after all -

Hades' thoughts suddenly stagnated. He thought of the Nemesis Blade, which was much easier to absorb the golden light than his armor, and the oppressive feeling that existed all the time since the golden light came on. He thought of this finger bone that seemed to be strangling him with a rope.

No, it was not that the Emperor wanted to strangle Hades... It was just... It was just a simple repulsion between psychic energy and the black domain!

And the Nemesis Blade with good psychic conductivity can instead bring out the Emperor's psychic energy.

The reason why Hades felt bad was because the Emperor's psychic energy suppressed his black domain!

Hades opened his mouth, he seemed to know what to do, Emperor, I'm sorry.

He raised his hand and pulled off the finger bone in his neck.

At the last moment, Hades's hoarse shout penetrated the snow and wind carefully arranged by Khorne, and pierced straight into Angron's ears,

"Angron - open your mouth!!!!"

His mind was blank, and Angron, who was only burning with raging fighting spirit and tyranny, subconsciously turned his head to look at the source of the familiar voice. He may not understand what Hades was shouting, but it doesn't matter. What matters is that the Lord of Red Sands opened his mouth and panted.

The Emperor's little finger bone flew into Angron's mouth accurately.

The next moment, the golden light that blinded Hades' eyes lit up.

And with his defenseless back, he was once again knocked away by the Nightbringer's attack.

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"My lord, what happened?!"

The Imperial Regent swung open the door to his office imagelessly, and Malcador stared in horror at the Emperor, who was sitting at his usual desk.

But the table in front of him cracked, as if it had been split apart by a powerful force.

The documents were also divided into two halves. The Emperor held the pen silently, and the end of the pen slipped from the body.

The emperor raised his eyes silently. He seemed to want to say something, but he didn't know what he should say.

Malcador looked at him, waiting for the Lord of Mankind's explanation.

Finally, the emperor's mouth moved slightly,

"There are dogs."

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