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

Chapter 711 159. Numerical Monster

"Pseudo-Emperor, what the hell is that?"

The Power of Chaos, the Great Predator Ezekiel Abaddon exclaimed, his eyelids twitching uncoordinatedly as he stared intently at the images coming back from the battleship ahead.

Beside him, Khayon, who had just finished casting the spell, also felt some inexplicable pressure. The residual warmth of the psychic energy quickly faded on his gauntlet, and the psychic trembled and uttered half a syllable,

"Ming...Ming..."

Kayon couldn't speak anymore, the blood quickly dissipated from his face, and he stared at the screen tightly - the whole Baal was trembling.

Baal is glowing - the bells in the church are ringing, the stones are peeling off the sculpture surface, and the warm golden light is like a veil, faintly covering all living things.

If we only look at this point, then the current scene will probably be praised by the state religion as the appearance of the God Emperor.

But it's obviously more than that... Something more terrifying and violent is roiling underground in Baal.

The shrill blood energy burst out of the earth like a knife, towering like a mountain. The impact clouds it screamed were enough to be observed in space. It was like the roar of billions of ghosts, and Abaddon seemed to hear their high roar. , as if blood was dripping from his ears.

A monster, a monster that has been imprisoned for thousands of years, is trying to return to the ground. It stretches out its tentacles and tries to touch the sun.

He knew that it was the psychic energy of the fallen Sanguinius, the Lord of Blood and Desire, and that it was exactly what Abaddon the Despoiler wanted.

But the next scene made him feel pale and weak.

The amorphous darkness drilled out from the depths of the earth and quickly enveloped the pierced bloody bones like winding vines. Billions of bloody souls screamed in unison, but it was more like the screams before death.

In front of the dark river, the blood that broke through the earth's crust became futile.

"A monster, an absolute monster."

Abaddon said that he felt his scalp numb and his high ponytail tightened. He seemed to be reminded of the scene in the Eye of Terror, but that existence was using the technology of the undead.

...Can the Lord of Infinite Greed now achieve this by just relying on himself?

Does he want to be an enemy of...this kind of existence?

This is simply the intensity of chaos - but it is far worse than that. An out-and-out, true chaos is walking in the world.

In other words, that is the chaos of the physical world.

Beside the silent Abadon, the shocked and silent Khayon spoke. At this moment, Abaddon respected Khayon because he knew that as a psyker, Khayon would receive a far heavier impact than him. .

"You...are you still planning to go?"

Kayon pretended to be relaxed and said,

"How about we just watch the Blood Lord's performance? You are already familiar with this kind of thing."

Abaddon was silent for a moment, and he clenched his fists. Now one of the great powers of Chaos has fallen, and the remaining Chaos... As long as the Lord of Greed and Infinity is around, the Chaos may not necessarily be the empire's opponents.

But he has no intention of running away now.

On the day Slaanesh dissipated, he stood still in order to see the situation clearly. But at this moment, if he did not take action, he would really only be passively subjected to the enemy in the future.

What's more, Abaddon can predict that the subspace that excludes the Lord of Greed will become their real base in the future——

That existence completely reversed the situation. The reality of subspace invading the physical world is coming to an end. If the empire wins another great victory in this battle, then the physical world will invade subspace in the future.

"go."

A high Gothic word with a strong sound.

Abaddon clenched his fists,

"After the fall of Slaanesh, all subspace creatures and all psychic species have known who their real enemies are. Now is the time for us to gather our troops. We need to come forward - tell the rest of the beings dormant in the darkness, There are also third parties fighting against him.”

Next to him, Kayon was silent for a moment in astonishment, and then clapped twice.

"Okay, then I will open the teleportation for you - the greenskins have just jumped over."

Abaddon's aura suddenly stopped for a moment.

Although the plan was to let the greenskins go first, it was a bit tricky that the greenskins took the lead after he made up his mind.

"No rush."

Abaddon said that he looked at the screen again. In just one minute, the situation on Baal had changed drastically.

"Let the Blood Lord's warriors drink blood on the main battlefield. We are responsible for the long-range fleet battle that the Blood Lord does not like."

Darkness reflected on Abaddon's pupils——

More black mist emerged, clinging to the target easily, and the towering mountains of blood began to collapse, far faster than ice cream melting in the summer.

It just tastes a little weird.

Hades thought, his eyes fixed on the Iron Maiden in the center of the altar with his black eyes.

The silent statue with downcast eyes was shaking violently. The chains tied to the iron maiden collapsed one by one, and messy and dirty blood feathers protruded randomly from the gaps in the metal.

[The last three seals! 】

Angron shouted from the side of the altar. He held up the battle ax and stopped in front of the chain burning with golden flames. Now even if Angron doesn't open it, it will be a matter of time before Sanguinius breaks through the imprisonment.

On the other side, Waldo was guarding the altar in preparation for the internment ceremony. The Imperial Army remained silent and did not seem to intend to participate in this battle.

Angron looked at Hades, who was facing Sanguinius's prison coffin. He felt a little sick, but the original body, who had experienced hundreds of millions of battles, suppressed the urge to vomit.

The humanoid shape suspended in the air was slowly dripping black water-like droplets, and the silver-white scythe was hanging down. Behind him extended a huge black tree that penetrated the ceiling and the ground, and fine dark lines were densely climbing on the ceiling.

[Is it harder to deal with than you thought? 】

Beside Hades, Mortarion, who was also flying in the air, asked, and the original body looked up at the ceiling thoughtfully.

"His psychic energy is connected to the entire psychic layer of Baal."

Hades said,

"Part of the golden spiritual energy layer that just wrapped Barr's body changed - directly transformed into corrupted spiritual energy. I can probably understand why."

Mortarion pondered for a moment.

[What imprisons Sanguinius's fallen psychic energy is not actually the psychic energy of the Lord of Mankind. 】

The Primarch said,

[But Sanguinius's own. 】

"I don't understand the psychic thing,"

Hades said,

"But I know that I have to take care of both battlefields next. I have roughly covered the entire psychic layer of Baal."

Hades is now dealing with the corrupted parts first, not allowing them to penetrate the earth's crust, and trying to prevent the underground battles from spreading to the surface.

For the surface, the best-case scenario is a major earthquake.

The strata of Baal are now quite chaotic. The magnetic field and the psychic field are disordered, and the connection with the ground is interrupted.

[I suggest——] Let Guilliman go up.

But Mortarion's words were drowned out by the screams and the crackling of metal.

The Pale Lord's pupils suddenly narrowed, and before he could react, the existence beside him had already shot out like a bullet!

And it came to nothing.

"What the hell??!"

Hades's voice came from the other side of the altar and echoed in the crypt. He didn't seem to stop.

clang--! ! !

The empty, rusty iron maiden fell to the ground.

【above! 】

The Lord of Red Sand's words sounded at the right time, and Mortarion reacted instinctively at the same time. He instinctively raised his sickle and raised his arms to block.

throat! ! !

Mortarion, who was flying in the air, was suddenly kicked backwards, his scales and feathers dancing in the air.

The sound of metal hitting each other hurt his soul. In the gap between the gauntlet and the scythe, a bloody claw was trembling and trying to reach forward, searching for Mortarion's eyes.

Mortarion's pupils trembled, and he saw the cracks that were beginning to spread on the sickle shaft - damn, is this birdman's bones so hard?

+You don't smell wonderful, my brother. +

Wen Lang's provocative words fell lightly on Mortarion's ears. Mortarion suddenly turned his wrist to release the force, and the huge force pressing on him suddenly dissipated. The bloody existence suddenly kicked off, and used the force to climax again. High rise.

【cough! 】

Mortarion spat out a mouthful of ash, and Sanguinius kicked Angron in front of his back.

Thousands of years have passed...why does Sanguinius feel more powerful than before?

The blood pupils rotated, and unbearable hunger and thirst surged in his throat. He felt pain, unbearable, uncontrollable, and unsuppressed. Only blood can nourish the dry soul.

In the dark high place of the hollow cave, the Lord of Blood and Desire hovered high in the sky. The fangs on his lips flashed with biting coldness. Uneasy restlessness and coldness appeared on one person at the same time.

The dark wings soaked in condensed blood flapped, the feathers were messy, and blood stains fell down with every flap.

Sanguinius slowly and methodically grasped the spikes that penetrated his wrists. The spikes covered with blood and rust were pulled out and thrown to the ground.

Mortarion was not a good choice - Sanguinius doubted that he truly had the blood.

ah……

Sanguinius thought, looking at Angron, Guilliman and Waldo who were already gathered together on the ground.

He was not afraid of them, nor even valued them - Sanguinius knew that he was far superior to them in strength and agility, and he had absolute confidence and self-awareness.

As early as during the Great Crusade, Sanguinius, who had not yet fallen, was an existence with lapsed combat power among the original bodies. But now he has fallen. After absorbing thousands of years of faith, after fermenting thousands of years of sin, and after abandoning all his After conscience——

He was once again the Supreme One.

+You...+

Sanguinius said, his wings turning, almost to his will.

+It's ridiculous. +

He was so close that only the nerves around Angron and Guilliman's eyes were responding. Sanguinius bared his fangs and stabbed them downward——

+Cough! ! ! +

Sanguinius was interrupted while flying in the air, and appeared to be broken in the middle, like a bird with broken wings.

Hades activated [Flying Kick].

“Do you understand what making a nest is?!!”

Hades growled.

"Got you!"

Now, Sanguinius's soul is throbbing with blood, and there is nothing else in the vampire's eyes at this moment. The addict will not care about the muzzle of the gun against his forehead, he only wants that sip of nectar.

He completely ignored the biggest threat, so Hades' [Stealth], which had not been effective for thousands of years, was activated again in a subtle situation.

Hades knew that Sanguinius was probably ignoring him when he didn't first look disgusted at Hades's location.

No psychic creature would ignore him, no enemy psychic creature would not target him immediately - unless...unless he went undetected.