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

Chapter 517 4.35 Feng Ming

(Warning: Slight g direction, those who feel uncomfortable will jump away by themselves)

The lurking ships gradually came closer, and the dazzling white like thunder flashed in the void. The Khan was silent, waiting for the strange changes on the Vengeful Spirit in the distance.

[This reminds me of the ceremony on Chogolis,]

Khan said softly, [The vulture hovering in the eternal sky is about to fall. 】

[You need to hurry up, hurry up, and get through the storm. 】

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Over the withered wasteland at the edge of the garden, a dead mist hung.

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+I don’t understand,+Luojia said,+I think I have stated the facts clearly to you. +

Horus, who had been standing in front of the observation window, turned around, and the bright starlight outside the window shone on him, dividing him into black and white.

[My brother, Lorgar,] Horus said with a smile, [I think my language is also clear enough, the origin of everything, the starting point of the bifurcation of the destiny of all things - I am just correcting these. 】

Luojia's suspended head turned, + it was helping us. +

[It is itself an error. ] Horus said seriously, [Without it, none of this would have happened... Look at yourself, Luojia, don't you feel pain? 】

He refers to Luo Jia tearing each other apart.

A drop of tear fell from Luo Jia's eyes, + I wish to take it. +

Horus moved, and he walked towards Lorgar, as he had done before, with concern in his eyes,

"The Milky Way will not be torn apart," the Warmaster said, "Our fathers were beguiled by the benefits it promised, but now they cannot accept this fact - still throwing everything on a doomed gambling table, before them So much has been lost that they can no longer look back. 】

+Get more, sacrifice more. +

Horus stared at Luojia. The Warmaster's eyes were filled with violent bloodshot eyes. He seemed to be in poor condition, but compared to the others... he was the most complete one, and he was the one who still maintained his self.

[Did he really get what he wanted? 】

Horus said softly, [He said he would wipe out all religions, he said he would unify the entire galaxy - but now, the Lord of Mankind has crushed his previous ambitions one by one with his own hands, leaving only us...these The man who is still fighting hard for his old dream! 】

Horus glanced contemptuously at the scripture on Luojia's face, turned around, and stood on the viewing window again.

At this time, Luojia knew that everything he said was over

"Words are useless," he said quietly and tiredly, "Let it all burn." 】

boom! ! !

The first thunder from the highest sky split the night, illuminated the surrounding areas, and reflected Horus beside the window pale, as if all color had been lost.

The ceremony began.

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Fulgrim was screaming.

He couldn't tell whether he was screaming or if he had lost his voice.

Fulgrim opened his mouth, his throat burning.

A vast expanse of white light surrounded him, and he felt like he was burning and decomposing. He fell to the ground in pain, tearing at his flesh and blood, and blood and pieces of flesh splashed out, melting into the dazzling light.

Time became chaotic. Sometimes, the overwhelming light seemed like an upside-down rainstorm. They fell toward the sky, and each drop of falling took away a piece of Fulgrim's flesh, skin, fat, and muscles, and finally exposed the dense white bones.

Sometimes, they all rushed toward Fulgrim, squeezing roughly into his body, and their ears buzzed. The desires and tears of hundreds of millions of people turned into a sharp and piercing aphrodisiac, screaming and cursing him.

Filled with white light, the phoenix swelled, and countless proliferated flesh and blood tissues broke out of the skin. Sarcomas gushed out along with the organs. In an instant, he became huge and bloated, occupying the entire hall, and the organs hanging outside continued to weigh heavily. As it grows, under the squeeze of gravity, the thin fleshy skin explodes, and the bright green, dim yellow and bright blue juice inside splashes out. From a distance, it looks like the beautiful arc light reflected by the wings of a bird.

The viscous juice stained the gold and silver jewelry on the altar, and squirmed to escort these gems to high places, dotted with wings.

He is beautiful and profane in this moment.

This huge flesh and blood monster roared, and Fulgrim groaned in pain. He felt that he was almost dead, but the power from the altar tightly surrounded his soul, and four chains of different colors wrapped around him tightly.

Then Fulgrim began to cry, and his sobs gradually turned into roars,

End it all - end it all!

The phoenix roared crazily. He stood up, his six turbid and huge eyes twitching and turning, looking at the six rings of Slaanesh in the distance. He saw the greedy black domain, covering the exquisite and majestic palace of Slaanesh like a viscous liquid. Swallowing it down slowly with joy.

He saw the loser on the bronze throne, the self-fool in the labyrinth, the coward in the garden, the... tyrant on the throne.

He sees lies, He sees truth, He sees the past, He sees the future.

Tears fell from His turbid eyes, and the tears fell to the ground like bright colored gems.

The world is a huge joke and tragedy.

And He will continue this tragedy.

Phoenix looked at the slowly falling underworld. Its throat, which was crowded with flesh and blood growths, sprouted sharp thorns, piercing the fat and swollen flesh, clearing a space for it to scream.

Under the overwhelming pain and desire, He began to scream.

The first cry of the phoenix tore through the fog, and with Him as the center, the waves of the highest sky surged up, hitting the outer layers, setting off huge waves that shook the sky.

He calls, calls for eternal silence, calls for death, calls for existence outside the rules.

He was crying, hissing blood, and the pitch was rising layer by layer. The sound of the flowers was clinging to it, and the sound was lingering in it. His turbid eyes reflected the reflection of the palace of evil, and he imitated the original scene in hell. Scream.

With the Phoenix as the center, painful roars also came from the other four altars. Under their operation, the light of the supreme sky fell on the Phoenix like a veil,

But, it's not enough - not enough -

The phoenix cries in pain, the lust in His mouth is not sweet enough, not tempting enough!

You need to be on par with Slaanesh!

The giant bird of flesh and blood struggled, and in the sudden rising sound, layers of flesh and blood peeled off, revealing white bones wrapped with jeweled silver chains.

In a trance, He cried out the true name of that existence——

——Something turned its head.

Huge, slow, and dull, it gradually stopped its feast and "looked" at the source of the sound.

It saw the phoenix.

What a beautiful existence it is. His colorful feathers are shining with thousands of brilliance under the waves of the supreme sky. His exposed white bones are as smooth as works of art. They are wrapped with treasures and wrapped in layers of gauze. She is the only beautiful god in the crazy and turbid high sky.

The greedy underworld water began to recede, revealing the riddled foundations of the evil palace.

The moment the tide receded, the sky in the highest sky dimmed for a moment, as if he was relieved.

"cough!"

Malcador clutched his scepter tightly and supported it on the altar. The bones in the hand holding the scepter were already exposed. Malcador's eyes were blood red, and at his feet, the blood was slowly flowing along the golden inscription. flowing.

The entire Spirit of Vengeance was trembling. I don't know when the thick fog had already filled the entire space. Under the white light and fog, the ferocious flesh and blood beast was crying in the distance.

The old man stared at the giant beast in the fog, his hands trembling, as if waiting for something.

Until the first drop of liquid fell coldly on his shoulder.

He didn't raise his head, was it because he was afraid? The ceiling of the entire hall has long turned into other existences, some... existences. At dusk before the arrival, darkness pressed in, pressing on the hearts of each of their spell casters.

Thick, penetrating droplets fell, and they penetrated straight through his flesh and blood, bringing with them a cold and biting pain, cheering and sucking out his soul.

Malcador said nothing, standing on the altar, nailed to the spot like nails.

But at the same time, the scepter in his hand began to lift slightly——

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"Your plan is too crude," Horus said calmly. His war horse, the Vengeful Spirit, was neighing violently, but Horus showed no regrets. He shook the wine glass in his hand.

[I feel sorry for my youngest brother - he had better choices. 】

+He knows right from wrong...I will give him my sincerest admiration. +Luojia said,+And the strategy in your mouth...+

+This is something we all know very well, this is cooperation. +

Luojia said, he stared at the wine in his glass, thoughtfully, + Whoever is more willing to sacrifice and throw more will be one step closer to success. +

[A Macado? ] Horus said mockingly, [Not enough. 】

+The existence behind you is not Yixin,+Luojia said in deep thought. He slowly got up from the single sofa, feeling the disaster coming from the subspace. The original body held his scepter,+What's more, you are always here. Underestimating Malcador, right? +

Luo Jia said softly, +You can't understand his determination. +

Horus glanced at him, [I thought we could reach an agreement, Lorgar. 】

+Never. +

Horus moved his gaze, and a warning of an attack came from the data line.

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Malcador suddenly raised his scepter, and under his feet, the golden chain extending from the altar suddenly broke.

Almost at the same time, the phoenix on the altar let out a painful scream, and countless sharp claws stretched out from the behemoth, subconsciously tearing the remaining chains.

Roars were heard from the other altars, but in the fog, those sounds quickly faded away.

A giant shadow appeared in the fog.

Without any hesitation, Malcador immediately rushed towards the center of the altar, spitting blood as he ran, the scepter in his hand screamed, and the fierce golden flames danced wildly.

In the center of the altar, the chains were broken, and the flesh and blood began to collapse. The strength attached to it fell downwards like an avalanche after losing the forcible gathering from the outside world.

"Fulgrim!!!"

An urgent cry came from Malcador's mouth. As he ran, Malcador's face began to change, his wrinkles faded, his body became straight, and his voice became clearer and clearer.

He began to chant, which was the true name of the Emperor's third son. He stumbled past the huge chunks of flesh and bones, parkouring through the rain of blood like a volcanic eruption.

Those angry roars were far behind him - the attacks he tried to come forward were also blocked by Mortarion, but those attacks were far from serious.

Between the dragon-like hollow ribs and bones, he saw the white-haired figure being dragged into the dark swamp.

Without saying a word, Malcador remained expressionless. He raised his scepter, and the spikes at the bottom of the scepter were burning hot, and he stabbed Fulgen, who was lying on the ground.

The sharp thorns pierced the body that was riddled with holes, and the flames burned, competing with the underworld water for flesh and blood.

The word thank you, or the word why, seemed to drift past his ears. Malcador didn't care. He immediately put away his scepter and rushed toward the thickest fog.

Mortarion is waiting there.

Mortarion's hand stretched out from the fog, grasped Malcador's hand tightly, and threw him into the distance with the help of subspace teleportation. Malcador heard the lies of the highest heaven, but to him, these had long been Insignificant.

He fell heavily on the deck of White Scar's ship and landed on his face. Malcador spat out blood mixed with broken teeth, "There is no respect for the old and the young." He said, taking the hand from White Scar, who was about to help him. Hands, stand up from the altar of white scars.

Different sensations in his body told Malcador that White Scar's fleet was now accelerating at full speed.

Yesugei stared at this completely different Macado, who had become younger and more arrogant. The old man now looked like a young man of sixteen or seventeen years old.

Malcador ignored the white-scarred warrior. He opened the hand that Mortarion had just held. A ball of parchment that had been roughly crumpled appeared. Malcador sighed softly again. After a moment of pause, he eagerly Opened the ball of paper.

Elegant and scholarly handwriting appeared in front of him.

The ink at Terra longitude 2.2, latitude 48.52... Malcador thought that it was indeed his favorite ink.

He read quickly, and every time he read a word, that word immediately burned. When he finally finished reading, the entire parchment and his left eye burned violently, with blazing blue flames.

Malcador covered his burning one eye, bent over, and laughed maniacally.

The young man's laughter spread far away, but those who were busy with the naval battle hurried away as if they could not see Malcador.

Yesugei also received the Khan's order and hesitantly withdrew. White Scar now needed to focus on the naval battle with the Warmaster to send Malcador to Cadia.

The teleportation circle can only be connected to the White Scar Fleet, and Cartier is completely occupied by the spiritual energy of the god.

Machado laughed, laughed painfully, almost convulsively.

Under his feet, the feet of his robe were gently pulled.

Malcador barely stood up, and he saw the little guys at his feet. The little Death Guards were holding the Nurglings behind them, looking up at him.

Malcador shook his head painfully and nodded again,

"He thinks everyone is like him?"

But he still stretched out his hand, and Malcador grabbed the Nurgling. Herpes quickly appeared on his hand. Malcador stared at the Nurgling that was staring at him as he struggled——

Opened his mouth.

Dots of fishy liquid splashed on the ground. The little Death Guards at Malcador's feet watched all this in silence. When Malcador finally began to retching, one of the little Death Guards opened his hand and waved upward.

"...You can always find another way."

Malcador said weakly, and he went to get the little death guard. Before he finished speaking, the little guy in his hand turned into billowing white mist, floating out from the gaps in the armor, covering Malcador.

The remaining armor quickly turned into ashes and scattered between Malcador's fingers.

Malcador took a deep breath with great effort. He finally knew the smell in Mortarion's gas mask. He couldn't help but retched again, coughing and retching, mixed with a few laughs from time to time.

The slightest soliloquy sounded,

"... Damn you..." Malcador vomited, holding his scepter tremblingly, "... Hades... I spent a lot of money this time."

Great! No more