Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

Chapter 466 Black and Red, the Plan in the Shadows (51) Decisive Battle, Part Three—Variables

Wave……

Another blood-colored talisman broke instantly, which also meant the complete demise of the tens of millions of souls who had sacrificed to obtain it.

Painful wails sounded from the cracks in the crystal, and the passively activated energy shield blocked Calvin's lightning claws for a moment. At this moment, Erebus was once again taken away by the portal created by the crystal talisman.

"The fifth one..." Erebus recovered from the severe dizziness. While counting the number of remaining talismans in his heart, he also raised his eyes to observe the surrounding environment.

The entrance should be in the church in the center of the cemetery, but the original church had long been destroyed by the warriors under Horus.

Erebus once again confirmed the direction of the church ruins, and the footsteps of the original body sounded again in the woods behind him.

"Oh, you are here..."

As soon as Calvin's voice aroused Erebus's vigilance, a silver figure appeared through the air.

The Chief Priest had no time to display his impressive martial arts skills in the Tower of Aster, and the energy shield he had just recovered was shattered again.

Buzz!

The buzzing lightning claws tore through the air and carved a ravine into the stone slabs of the cemetery.

The Chief Priest, who retreated frantically and tried to lock onto the original body, didn't even have time to use his psychic powers. He was stunned once again when he saw the afterglow left by the ferocious claws streaking across in front of him...

Wave... Another talisman was shattered, and this time his breastplate was also shattered.

With only a few centimeters to go, the blade of the lightning claw could pierce his heart. However, he was unable to resist Calvin's speed, and could only see the afterimage left by the original body's attack.

"What a monster! No... all Primarchs are monsters!"

Erebus cursed Calvin, and it could even be said that he was expressing some of his views on Lorja.

After being thrown out of the portal, he was holding on to the stone at hand, panting and retching violently due to the dizziness caused by the continuous teleportation. The more embarrassed he was, the more intense the desire for power became in his eyes.

"Almost..." he murmured, while his sweaty palms groped for the staff on his back. The eight crystals on it were arranged according to the eight-pointed star of chaos. At this moment, only the last one was left unlit.

This staff is his proud work, and it is also the exclusive weapon he prepared against the original body again after he obtained the famous "Old Enemy Blade".

But it is different from the legendary sword. It was prepared in advance by the Chaos Powers and handed out by his hands. This staff came entirely from his own desire to become a demon, and it was finally formed after a long period of accumulation.

And this is just a key. Its energy supply relies on the power of the huge magic circle that is linked to it and spreads throughout the Gian Moro sector to temporarily freeze the original body's body in place.

And all Erebus needs is this short time, because the key to the legendary door to the secret of the gods is the blood of a noble man - a Primarch.

"Soon..." Erebus hinted to his body, so that this aging body that could not be redeemed by subspace would once again contribute its strength to him.

As long as he completes the most critical step in his plan, power, rights and even truly eternal life will no longer be a fantasy that only exists in dreams.

The current location is less than one kilometer away from the legendary portal.

And if there are no accidents, the sacrilegious ceremony he arranged for Calvin and spread throughout the Gian Moro sector will be completed after decades of careful preparation...

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boom! A meteor burning with flames slid and rolled from the sky, and finally slammed into a mining hill in the Padilla galaxy.

Outside the three-meter-deep pit, the upturned earth still had traces of burns. Under the steamy pit, two Astartes in blood-colored power armor had just kicked open the deformed hatch.

In the orbit of the mining world, two heavy cruisers were cruising around the sunken ruins of the "Heart of Desire".

A large number of jumping torpedoes were densely inserted into the Blood Crow battleship, and nearly a hundred Word Bearers were inside, nervously looking for something.

Dozens of minutes passed, and the Word Bearers still had not found their target.

They sent a mission failure signal to the mothership, and on the bridge of the flagship of this fleet, Zalulak, the blessed son of glory and the guardian of the Padilla system appointed by Erebus himself, was He looked nervously at the time above his head.

"How many troops do we have?" He asked the fallen Mechanic Priest beside him.

"There are only five in the fleet, but if they are mobilized from the ground..."

"There's no time...let them all go down!"

Zarulak looked at the distance between the cities on the ground and the Blood Crows, and decisively gave up on this unrealistic plan.

"Where is Master Yeager?" Mechanical Priest asked decisively. Without Erebus's order, he could not drive Yeager, who was also a blessed son.

"The chief pastor has authorized me to be responsible for everything here..." Zarulak emphasized:

If Yeager dared to disobey orders, he would be denying Erebus's will.

"Your will..." The fallen mechanical priest in black robes bowed his head and signaled, then moved his eight-legged spider suit and walked out.

A few minutes later, the belly of the battleship in orbit opened again, and more than a dozen Death Claws carrying the hunting team also flew toward the ground in an arc under the adjustment of the rocket jets...

"Do you think our mission is a success?"

Pulling up his only remaining companion from the pit, Lewan asked him the questions in his heart. During the week-long attack, they failed to enter the core territory of the Word Bearers.

"At least we tried our best." Herbert climbed out of the pit and glanced at the sky, then turned to comfort Levan.

The two confirmed their direction for a moment, and then walked deeper into the nearby mountains.

"So, what about the promise that Lord promised us?" Levan spread his palms, and Calvin's psychic seed appeared again.

"Do you believe it?" Herbert shrugged his shoulders, and then gave up this action because of the limitations of the armor.

"No one has ever been able to touch that area, and he should not be an exception."

"I believe..." Levan retorted, but what he really believed was his dead mentor.

He didn't have the chance to meet Calvin, and naturally he didn't know everything Lemuel saw during his lifetime. Doubts and confusion filled his heart, but he needed a sustenance at this time.

"Huh..." Herbert shook his head in disbelief, then gave up the idea of ​​persuading his companions and continued to move forward.

After experiencing such a difficult battle, the outcome of this war was still uncertain in his eyes, and it was too far away for him to believe in the promise of a person he had never met.

"Let's go." He turned around and called Levan, who was lost in thought, and the latter also put away his psychic seeds and chased after him.

The death claws in the sky were landing rapidly, and in Levan's spiritual world, the spiritual seed that had always remained quiet began to quietly undergo unpredictable changes...

renew.