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

Chapter 402 1.16 Cadia opens - oh, is it open?

The earth was silent, the endless dust was raised, and the air was trembling with restless and anxious dryness.

"Hehe,"

The purple-eyed demon hunched his body and propped up a staff made of human bones. He looked up at the sky, and the white membrane like a toad's eye blinked, reflecting the sky that began to stir like colorful porridge.

Ingsel raised his staff, and he opened his hands and danced wildly with the bony staff. The bone staff rubbed against the yellow sand, making a rustling sound.

"New era, hehe! New era!"

Behind him, the blood guarded by Ingsel was smeared on the huge altar, and the black blood flowed back from the bottom, twisting around the body of the central primarch like a black snake. Lorgar knelt there, his eyes reflecting the church fire from Terra. He also looked up at the sky in ecstasy, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

[False Emperor... False Emperor... You will pay the price for your deception and hypocrisy. 】

A corpse-white flash lit up from the other end of the dome, the white light shone, covering the original constant sunlight, like a cold sun about to rise.

Perturabo laughed, he even felt the ecstasy trembling, the last step would be completed by him personally, his soul trembled, but his hand that changed the obelisk circuit was more precise than the most sophisticated machinery, at this moment, he was fully focused.

It's going to be fine... It's going to be fine...

The low, sad, and giggling whispers rubbed against his ears, the venomous snake slowly climbed up his neck, the scarlet core was revealed, and it persuaded him step by step.

The Lord of the Fire also held his breath, the eternal flames swayed in its eyes, and the cable obediently coiled back to its side, it will witness the overthrow of an era and the true beginning of a new era.

"Hee! Good days! Good days!"

Ingsel shouted to the sky, saliva dripping from his stacked fangs. He jumped and sniffed the stench of spiritual energy in the air, mixed with the discordant smell of burning gunpowder. The sky trembled, closer, closer!

Lorgar, who was kneeling on the ground, began to pray to his god in a low voice. Those primitive people with purple eyes also knelt down and twisted like insects.

Perturabo stopped suddenly. He stood up and stared at the circuit in front of him. The alien circuit was only the last section, the last step.

Perturabo's brain trembled.

Vashtor's head moved over, it rested on Perturabo's shoulder ambiguously, and the other claw held Perturabo's hand from behind,

+Come on, come on... the last step. +

The Lord of the Fire said excitedly,

The Lord of the Iron sneered, and coldness and cruelty began to emerge in Perturabo's trembling eyes.

[I will.] Perturabo said, [Let this corrupt empire fall.] He reached out his hand to complete the last step—— In the cold wind of the Himalayas high above Terra, on the throne, the Emperor's hand that was casually tapping the table stopped, and the Lord of Mankind slowly opened his eyes, with golden light surging in his eyes. In the deepest prison cell of the Space Wolves ship, the withered Scarlet Sinner trembled violently. Under the gorgeous sunset of Baal, the Archangel facing the orange-red sun froze, and the feathers dyed with colors between the wings spread out trembled slightly in the wind. In the rainy night of Nostramo, the Lord of Night stared at the night with his dark eyes, and the bean-sized acid rain streaked across his nose from his wet and scattered hair. In the catacombs, the metal skeleton sitting on the throne playing with the antiques put down the hand holding the treasure in confusion. In the reception room of Barbarus, Mortarion's hand stopped while signing the document. The Lord of Death silently raised his head from the document, his heart beating violently.

Is something wrong?

Mortarion frowned, raised his hand, and casually wrote a few numbers on the gap of the waste paper -

[The time has not come yet, the full moon is coming. ]

The Lord of Death gently read these words.

What does this mean?

What happened?

Perturabo was silent, and Vashtor was also silent, and the crackling fire burned quietly in Vashtor's eyes.

[... Success? ]

Perturabo's uncertain, even slightly trembling voice of inquiry sounded, he might spit on this self who showed his hesitation, but not now.

Vashtor was silent, it seemed to be still there, only the swaying fire of hatred and the arc made a subtle sound.

The long and rough sound of rusty metal creaking echoed, and Vasenthor leaned his metal head forward, the firelight illuminating the circuit.

+...That's right. +

The Lord of the Fire said in a low voice, shaking his head, and for the first time, he said in an uncertain voice, +Would you try again? +

Perturabo turned his head and stared at Vashtol, who also stared at the Primarch in silence.

Perturabo suddenly refocused his eyes on the circuit, melted the alloy that was welded in the last step, and then welded it again, violently trying to ignite the energy several times.

No response.

On the ground, Ingsel's frantic dance stopped, it stopped stupidly, saliva dripped from the crack of the snake's mouth and splashed on the ground, and under its feet, the ignorant believers were still twisting their bodies.

"Ah...ah..."

The ugly demon trembled and slowly stretched out his hand, and its lizard-like sandstone pupils reflected the distant scenery-

A wisp of gunpowder smoke floated up from the horizon at the limit of vision.

Sizzle

In an instant, the sky suddenly turned black and white, the dust and sand that had risen up in the air fell to the ground, and the world fell into silence.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

Tick-tock.

Beside the pitch-black helmet and boots, blood dripped into the yellow dust, floating dust splashed up, and the black armor was covered in dust.

Hades hunched over and coughed violently. He weakly held on to the black stone obelisk that was shaking violently next to him. Dark lightning and green arcs of electricity twined around him.

The resonance stirred violently, and the tower screamed. A polarity completely different from the other black towers unfolded here, and darkness extended in a twisted way.

Hades' vision was blurry, and darkness shrouded everything. Without any defense, Hades wiped his mouth, and his palms were full of blood.

No... no, Hades could feel the black realm expanding desperately, greedily devouring those unguided spiritual powers.

He could feel the growth of the Black Domain, but it was growing...too fast.

Hades took a deep breath, supported the black tower, and stood up suddenly.

Next to the Black Stone Tower, some fireworks were lit at the bottom of the airborne cabin whose door had been forcibly kicked open, and gunpowder smoke floated out from it.

Countless corpses lay in the darkness.

Within the radius, only the dead remain.

Hades took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and felt the resonance of the black stone obelisk around him. The dark arc spread violently, tearing open bottomless ravines on the ground. Those abundant and ownerless psychic powers were The best conductor for arcs.

Perturabo stood up suddenly, and hit the circuit with one hand. With a bang, the line was disconnected, and the gloomy spiritual spring water on the entire planet began to dry up.

【——Hades! ! ! 】

The Lord of Steel shouted angrily. At this moment, Perturabo, who had previously focused on the last step of his great cause, realized that he could not control the Iron Warriors in remote areas.

In the Iron Warrior's scanning array, above the atmosphere of Cadia, an almost invisible black river was floating quietly.

Feeling that the source of psychic energy was cut off, Hades breathed a long sigh of relief, and the rising lightning began to subside.

"Drop pod."

Hades said calmly, and then, the sky above his head lit up with the light of countless meteors.

The next step is to wait for reinforcements.

Hades wiped the blood from the corners of his eyes and mouth again. He subconsciously touched the Emperor's finger bones on his neck. There was still no response from the withered finger bones.

The psychic intensity of Discord and Master just now was about to surpass the Emperor's finger bones, and it was only unguided. Hades could only resist by urgently reversing the polarity of a black stone obelisk.

...Hades took a deep breath. If he used all his strength, he wouldn't last long.

But... Hades sneered, a biting and chilling flame of war ignited in his eyes, and if he spoke desperately,

It was enough for him to kill Perturabo and Lorgar.

Maybe, don't wait