Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation Chapter 364

  Chapter 364 The duel between Guilliman and Yogg-Sothoth (subscribe)

   More images appear in the raging witchcraft flames.

  Every picture is not a real message, but an ancient metaphor.

   One picture after another unfolded in front of Abaddon.

  The fables and nightmares of symbolism could not hide any truth from a man as ancient and cunning as he was.

  He saw a giant in golden armor roaming the ruined field.

   Groups of faceless figures marched in unison.

  Their eyes are shining with brilliance, and their footsteps are firm, stepping over the fallen companions, and attacking the darkness.

  The darkness next to it disappeared with the arrival of the faceless figures.

   When the darkness faded, the rotting corpses were revealed.

   Nothing can stop the Stone of the Empire and his legions.

   Those rotting corpses represent the failure of the Chaos Lord.

  Those faceless figures are ignorant populace succumbing to a corrupt empire.

  Another image showed Abaddon a group of men and women hunting in a dark jungle.

   The leader is a giant like an ancient knight.

  The power of that giant is so powerful that he can shatter the darkness with his hand.

  His fist can beat those monsters, can push down those twisted trees. .

  Many screaming faces emerge from the darkness, screaming piercingly.

  The strange hand with its claws stretched out in the dark jungle.

  Those faces and arms look like mummies that have been decomposed for many years.

   They seek to drag those men and women into eternal darkness.

   were chopped off by the blades wielded by those men and women, and driven back by the torches in their hands.

   When the hunter was advancing, the entire dark forest wailed.

  Even if the space necrons under the command of the Silent King get the help of Yogg-Sothoth, they will inevitably fail.

   There is also a picture about orcs.

   Two giant orcs are fighting on a barren plain.

  They all wear rough, barbaric crowns on their heads.

   One of them knocks the other down, causing him to growl in pain.

   Then the one who was knocked down was beheaded.

  The victor roared at the herd and crushed the other's crown.

  The orcs also seem to be in unsolvable trouble.

  The empire has an overall advantage.

  The coalition forces collapsed across the board, and they were only one step away from the final defeat.

  As long as Guilliman defeats the incarnation of Yogg-Sothoth, the ending is completely doomed.

  Getting the news that the empire was about to win from these pictures, Abaddon didn't feel any anger, but smiled instead.

   This is exactly what he needs.

  The more weakened the cancerous legion is, the greater his confidence will be.

   "Let me see what Guilliman is doing." Abaddon suppressed the joy in his heart and said.

   Such a sentence has brought disaster.

  The flames exploded.

  The suspended images all became fragmented.

   There was a wailing of pain in the air, and those shadows lurking in the darkness were hurt by an invisible force.

   Hugged in pain in the shadow of the room.

  If it weren't for the various terrifying restrictions and runes imposed on the room, I'm afraid they would have escaped from this terrible place long ago.

  The oracles standing in eight directions all screamed.

   The fire of witchcraft burns in them as the price they pay for daring to peer into the unimaginable.

   Abaddon raised Dracchanian, and took a few steps back vigilantly.

  Desperate wailing resounded through the secret room, filling his heart with uneasiness.

  He stepped back to where the door was, and bumped his elbow on the unlocking rune on the door.

   The first attempt only sparked.

   Abaddon repeated the elbow strike again.

  The door slammed upward with a heavy mechanical whine.

   Several mages in black robes and his personal guards all rushed in.

   "My lord." His personal guard asked, "What happened?"

   Abaddon shook his head, he didn't know either.

  He just wanted to check on Guilliman's situation, and as a result, such an accident occurred.

   "Something interfered with the ceremony." A black magician said, "The prying of the oracle has aroused a powerful self-defense, and he is blocking all observations of him. My lord, who have you looked at?"

   Abaddon's complexion became ugly.

  Guilliman's power is getting stronger and stronger.

  Before, he could observe his existence and determine his position through various means.

  Now, even the observation can no longer be observed.

  The existence of Guilliman has blown all the threads of fate connecting him.

   "Is it the son of the curse?" The black mage guessed who Abaddon wanted to spy on.

   Apart from the gods and the one from the Cancer Legion, only Guilliman, the Son of the Damned, has such power.

   That guy is countless times scarier than his father.

   There is nothing surprising about being able to do such a thing.

   Abaddon's silence made everyone look at each other, and they could all see the solemnity and fear that they only saw.

   "He got stronger again, and as the empire got stronger, so did he."

   "His power is almost the same as the former emperor, and it is only a matter of time before he surpasses the former emperor."

   "Is a new **** about to be born?"

   "He's not a god, he's just a sad human monarch. It's powerful, but it's nothing special."

  The Black Mages discussed the Children of the Damned in terrified voices.

  The strength of the opponent has been approaching the gods more and more.

  If you give the other party some more time, you can't imagine what kind of situation it will reach.

  The mages' whispering was roughly interrupted by Abaddon.

  He seized a black mage with the massive Horus Claw and chopped him to pieces.

   "I don't want to hear such words anymore." Abaddon said angrily: "Now find a way for me to find out where Guilliman is."

  The mages showed fear on their faces, they did not dare to refute Abaddon's words.

  They summoned the demons, cleaned up the corpses of the oracle, and then repaired the runes in the secret room to ensure the restoration of their original functions.

  The new oracle was also sent over soon.

  They were all psykers tortured to the point of collapse.

  The black magicians used all kinds of cruel punishments to defeat the opponent's will, and dedicated their souls to chaos.

   Reuse various runes and spells to transform it into an oracle.

   Oracles can read various information from the etheric currents of the warp.

   and present that information in a metaphorical picture.

  The mages quickly rebuilt the chamber.

  The new eight-pointed star has also been patched up.

  As the ceremony began, the oracle's body twitched.

  The weird witch fire burst into flames.

   Abaddon wanted to continue asking about Guilliman's location.

   But thinking of what happened just now, he stopped.

  Guilliman is protected by those special powers.

   It does not mean that all the people next to him are protected.

  Find an ordinary person who is following Guilliman, check the other person's whereabouts, and indirectly determine Guilliman's whereabouts.

  (end of this chapter)

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