Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation Chapter 456

  Chapter 456 The emperor's resurrection progress +1 (seeking subscription)

  Little Fulgrim's voice echoed in the cold, empty hall full of traces of profanity.

   His eyes reflected berserk rage.

  My heart is like an eternal volcano, burning for the existence of these traitors.

   Vow to clean up all rebellion in this world.

   Make this your own redemptive journey.

   Eidolon rose from his throne of bone and blasphemy.

  Little Fulgrim was able to see the corrupt features of the traitor.

  Swollen tentacles and fangs sprout from Eidolon's face.

  The body once forged by the great wisdom of the Emperor has become unrecognizable, full of traces of blasphemy.

  The swollen body squeezed the purple armor.

  Under the armor with human skin and skulls, dark things are constantly wriggling

  There are all kinds of precious decorations hanging on it.

   Gives a luxurious feeling of nausea.

   It's like decorating a fetid cesspit with rare gems and agates.

"Do you think Guilliman can really redeem you? There is no difference between him and his father, he is just a hypocritical liar." Aidolon said: "Although you are not my genetic father, you are flowing You have the same blood and the same genetic sequence as him. Don't you have the slightest kindness and no recognition for us? Are you willing to fight for that shameful liar and kill us with a sharp blade? "

"Open your eyes, and listen with your ears to the echoes of the warp, all the living are howling the birth of the Fifth God. The Emperor departs, but Guilliman inherits the The ambition of a rotting corpse, to become a true master of death."

"Join the arms of the Lord of Pleasures, in endless orgies till the end of time, Guilliman is but a liar unworthy of allegiance, a cowardly wretch who must die in battle with the gods, he His head will be the goblet from which the blood **** drinks his blood."

"Traitor, stop your foul language." Little Fulgrim roared like a giant cannon, blocking Eidolon's words back, "You don't even have the kindness of death, you only deserve To be tortured, to be spurned and reviled forever by the world. Eidolon, you are but a shameful traitor, a coward unable to yield to what is feared."

  Eidolon wanted to say something else.

   But little Fulgrim didn't want to waste any more time.

  He rushed forward, the long sword in his hand smashing the lustful mortals and twisted corpses to pieces.

   Turn the blazing anger into an unmatched offensive against the enemy.

  A terrible blood trail appeared under his brutal offensive.

  He killed in the name of the Holy Emperor Guilliman in exchange for the redemption of his blood.

   "A pathetic duplicate, you are not as noble as my father." A huge, fat Slaanesh champion with a huge mouth screamed deafeningly: "Die, duplicate."

  Little Fulgrim did not make any rebuttal to this.

  He just jumped up and chopped off the opponent's hastily raised weapon with a powerful sword.

   When the opponent stared wide-eyed in horror, he chopped off the opponent's head directly.

  Zahariel also rushed out at this time.

  The bolt gun in his hand keeps firing.

   Provide some support to young Fulgrim.

  Bombs hit the lustful mortals, tearing their naked bodies to shreds.

  A son of the emperor who rushed over was hit by two explosive bombs in a row, directly blowing up half of his head.

  Cassar also rushed up, and slashed at the enemy amidst the shouts of his fighting brothers.

  The high-speed rotating chainsaw sword made a piercing sound.

  He slashed with all his might on a flayed monster in stabbed armor.

  Guys who turn to the God of Pleasure always have some twisted and perverted behaviors.

   Obviously, this is a guy who strips off all his skin and seeks pleasure.

   Cassar is disgusted by this kind of thing.

   To be honest, he doesn't like this behavior.

   Every time he saw these Emperor's Children doing all kinds of terrible things for pleasure, it always made him feel unspeakable disgust.

  The high-speed rotating chain saw cut through the enemy's armor.

   A stream of sparks shot out as the chainsaw gnawed at the ceramsite, falling on the profane things, setting them ablaze.

  Casar split it in two, and the disgustingly mutated internal organs flowed out from the torn gap.

   Those fallen mortals died screaming in the battle of the superhuman warriors.

  Some of them grew up in a corrupt world, and they already had the imprint of the God of Darkness when they were born.

  The souls of these wretches belonged to the dark gods long ago.

  When they die, they are taken captive to the Dark Realm, to be enslaved in the unimaginable dark abyss until the end of time.

   There are also some imperial civilians who were once captured, and in order to live longer, they were forced to dedicate their souls to these damned traitors.

   They don't deserve sympathy either.

   No matter what the reason is, betrayal is something that cannot be forgiven.

  One's own weakness will also poison the entire race.

  Little Fulgrim charged like a terrible beast.

   Turn the betrayers and the blasphemy into broken corpses and pieces of meat scattered all over the place.

   Nothing can stop him.

  The Emperor's Children warriors and mutant slaves who rushed up were all killed by him.

  Eidolon took up his sword and faced the clone of his Gene-Father.

  Hate and desire to take the head of little Fulgrim and please the God of Darkness appeared in his eyes.

   He opened his mouth wide and let out a roar.

  That terrible sound even formed a sound wave visible to the naked eye, shaking everything around, and the powerful force contained in it distorted the air.

  The deadly sound waves shook those human bodies, instantly dissociated them into molecular structures, and exploded into clouds of blood mist.

  Little Fulgrim's armor projects a glowing shield.

  Shields keep those deadly sound waves out.

   No matter how Aidolon screamed, it would not help.

  Little Fulgrim rushed up against the sound waves like a crazy beast.

   Hit Aidolon's head with a thunderous punch.

  The huge force caused his head to fall back.

  The spiked helmet was dented.

  The dark red blood mixed with the broken sharp fangs flew out of the mouth.

  Several traitors who were blessed by the God of Darkness rushed over, wanting to support their commander.

  Little Fulgrim has no fear.

  Even if he is just a replica, it is definitely not an existence that these corrupt Emperor's Children can fight against.

  He elbowed a rushing traitor, smashing it straight into the face shield.

  The ceramic steel mask was shattered by little Fulgrim's blow, and the broken fragments pierced the opponent's face.

  The traitor also flew out directly.

  At this moment, another person stretched his arms and rushed over.

  Little Fulgrim noticed that the guy's hands had mutated, turning into pig iron claws.

   It is another manifestation of the blessing of the God of Darkness.

   This is the terrible thing about chaos.

  Twisting those familiar things and endowing them with unimaginable brutal violence, destroying all good things in this world.

  Little Fulgrim dodged the opponent's blow, then reached out and grabbed the opponent's wrist and twisted it violently. When the opponent screamed, he pulled the opponent's huge body forward.

  The long sword with an arc shining in his hand pierced directly from the opponent's throat.

  The sharp sword pierced out from the back of the head again.

   There is also a smear of foul-smelling blood.

   After finishing off the enemy, little Fulgrim lowered his head subconsciously, avoiding the chopping of a giant axe.

  A Slaanesh champion roared in rage, and once again swung his ammunition-box-sized fist at him.

  The heavy force exploded in the air.

   After little Fulgrim dodged him, the opponent's fist directly smashed a big hole in the wall.

  Steel and concrete collapsed in pieces.

  The champion of Slaanesh has a swollen body, and the corrupted ceramite armor cannot completely wrap it.

  The calf alone is as huge as the breastplate of an ordinary space warrior.

   Those tumor-like fats are about to wrap the armor in reverse.

  Every step forward, there is a rumbling sound.

  The champion of Slaanesh possesses terrifying power that cannot be conquered.

   One punch can smash steel and marble to pieces.

   After dodging the opponent's punch, little Fulgrim sliced ​​off the opponent's thick arm with a blow from bottom to top.

  The other party's cry of pain slammed to the ground with the terrifying fist of steel and flesh.

  Little Fulgrim stabbed the opponent's chest with his sword.

   Stirring the blade of the sword, it tore the traitor's body apart.

   Then cut the blasphemous flesh upwards.

  The split force field of the long sword and the violence of little Fulgrim quickly tore the upper body and head of the Slaanesh champion in two.

  Ceramic steel cuts are all reddened by high temperature.

   Aidolon rushed up again, and was punched by him again and staggered back.

  The opponent's helmet has been completely broken, revealing that disgusting face.

  Little Fulgrim grabbed Eidolon's cloak, pulled him back again, then jumped up, and hit the opponent's chin with a knee.

   There was a crisp bone cracking sound.

   Aidolon let out a scream, stepped back a few steps, and knelt down on the ground limply because of the pain.

  The broken head hangs weakly.

  The last traitor who rushed over held up a Thunder Hammer that had been equipped with a disintegrating force field capable of tearing apart armor.

  Little Fulgrim didn't turn his head, and directly stabbed the long sword in his hand backwards, just right through the opponent's throat.

  The Thunder Hammer in the opponent's hand just happened to be raised, and the jumping arc crackled, then went out, and fell to the ground.

  The heavy and huge body also fell down as little Fulgrim drew his sword.

  Zahariel, Kasar and others also cleaned up all the enemies in the hall.

   They walked to little Fulgrim's side, looking at Eduron who was kneeling on the ground, unable to resist.

   "Are you going to kill him?" Zahariel raised the power long sword in his hand, and the crackling force field covered the blade, and the surrounding air also turned into undetectable steam in tiny flashes.

  Little Fulgrim shook his head.

   "It would be too merciful to give these damned traitors death. Give them to the empire, and send him out when the next exchange of supplies is made. Those people will find a suitable reason and bring them back to Terra."

   This is the sorrow of the Redeemer.

  All the victories and honors they have won cannot be shown.

  The mistakes of the past made them have to eat this bitter fruit.

   There is no honor, no cheers and flowers, only responsibilities.

   "Blow up here and completely destroy all traces of corruption." Little Fulgrim turned around and walked towards the door of the hall, "Then we can go to the next battlefield."

  Zahariel and others stayed, executed the traitors, and took away the available supplies.

  The empire will give them supplies and equipment through some secret channels.

   It doesn't mean they don't lack anything.

   Manpower, tech priests, etc., they have none.

  Those guys who serve Eidolon out of fear of death will serve them because of death.

   It doesn't matter if they are loyal or not.

   Just make sure they serve themselves well enough.

  The flames of war burn in every corner of the Eye of Terror.

  The struggle between the fifth **** and the four gods is becoming increasingly fierce.

  The demons who once stood high became refugees.

  Wherever the imperial double-headed eagle flag goes, there is only killing and destruction.

  The lion became his brother's minion, unscrupulously releasing all kinds of horrible things into the world sheltered by the four gods.

   Carnage broke out in every demon world.

  Reality order is being restored to replace the chaos of the Warp.

  The scream of the demon echoed in the eerie void over there, full of despair and pain.

  The Eye of Terror is no longer safe, and the brutality of the empire has begun to unfold in this harmonious paradise.

  The great reckoning is carried out by the lion, and he will never let any traitor or devil go.

   Blood for blood is the lion's motto.

  Garim is a forge world belonging to the Dark Mechanicus.

  It was once a virgin world, which was transformed into the crone world after the cataclysm, and became a horror paradise for demons and those twisted and transformed Eldar remains.

  After the rise of the Black Legion, Abaddon established his order in the Eye of Terror, manufacturing a large number of factories to support the eternal war.

  Lucas Caron is in charge of overseeing the factory here, and is also the master of Garim, the demonic industrial planet.

  His duty is to provide enough weaponry and demonic engines for the Black Legion.

  During the Thirteenth Expedition, the factory here was running day and night, delivering a large amount of armor and demon engines to the Black Legion.

  The fall of Cadia made Lucas Cuaron excited for a long time.

  The expansion of the Eye of Terror means that the sphere of influence of the dark gods is rapidly expanding.

   They are winning the eternal battle.

  The corpse emperor will eventually fail.

  Lucas Cuarón's excitement didn't last long. With Guilliman's awakening, Chaos suffered a series of disastrous defeats.

  Nowadays, countless demons and believers of the gods think that it is a very stupid act for Abaddon to take down Cadia.

   Unless Cadia falls, Guilliman will not wake up.

  If Guilliman does not wake up, the Emperor can only hold on by himself.

   The chaotic side will always have the advantage and initiative.

   Cadia fell, Guilliman woke up, and the other Primarchs returned.

  At his own expense, the emperor severely wounded the four gods in one fell swoop, buying precious time for Guilliman's development.

   Abaddon was captured, and the spokespersons of the other gods were either captured or chopped into pieces.

   Now, even the Eye of Terror is about to fall.

   The tyrant Guilliman will rule every star, every atom.

  On the core tower of the foundry, a dirty red robe was draped over Lucas Calon's bloated body, which was covered with cable ports and steel implants.

  He no longer has any flesh and blood tissue on his body.

  Even his brain has been replaced by a complex logic operation device.

  At this moment, he no longer looked like a living creature.

   More like a weird machine.

  Mechanical tentacles slipped from his robes.

  Four pairs of mechanical limbs driven by pistons pushed Lucas Cuaron's bloated body with chaotic steps, rattling, as if they were about to break through the steel plate under their feet.

  The mechanical prosthetic eye spun as his head turned, making a slight buzzing sound.

  Through the mechanical prosthetic eye, he can see everything within the horizon.

   At a glance, there are endless roaring factories.

  They blast copious amounts of toxic fumes into the twisted, radiant atmosphere.

  A large number of demon engines and various weapons and equipment are being produced urgently and sent to various designated areas.

  Dark mechanical priests and fleeing warbands are strengthening every area.

   These people are going to turn Garim into a giant fortress.

  A fortress of traps that bleeds the empire dry.

  Lucas Caron's identity can be traced back to the period of the Great Crusade and the Horus Heresy.

  He was the manufacturing director of the most powerful casting temple on Mars - Mendes III.

   Mendes III is owned by Karbo, the former general of Mars who created the Dark Mechanicus.

  He, like Karbo, was loyal to Horus, and jointly launched a series of wars against the loyalists of Mars.

   Forced the Loyalists to flee Mars.

   After Horus came to the solar system, he participated in the siege of Terra.

  After the Horus Rebellion ended, he fled into the Eye of Terror and established his own dark forces.

   That idiot Kalbo was arrested by the Empire in an attempt to liberate the Nether Dragon, and sent to the Apostle of Atonement to suffer.

  Lucas Cuaron, relying on his caution and cowardice, is still active in the Eye of Terror.

   Of course, this activity won't last long.

  The Lion is waging war against the Eye of Terror, trying to heal the sores of this real universe.

  Destruction is counting down. Once the countdown is over, Lucas Caron will also usher in his own trial.

   It is worth mentioning that Lucas Cuaron has also created many powerful intelligent killing robots.

   Among them, the most famous creation should be the cardboard model war robot.

  The card board robot has banned AI technology, equipped with various extinct weapons, cold and cruel.

   Caused a lot of bloodshed in the Martian Civil War.

   This robot also hunted down Dalia, the guardian of the void dragon seal.

  At that time, Dalia had not yet obtained the power of the guardian.

  She helped the master of Magma City, Ms. Corell Zeta of the loyal faction, complete the Aksha Reader.

   This reader is capable of transcribing various lost lore from the Warp.

   Ms. Corell Zeta wants to use this to recast the glory of mankind and push human civilization to a new level.

   But it was destroyed by Lucas Caron and other traitors. Under the attack of several Titan legions, the Aksha Reader was destroyed.

   Ms. Corell Zeta destroyed all her masterpieces in a desperate cry, preventing them from falling into the hands of traitors.

  The Loyalist dies after setting the city to self-destruct.

   Lucas Caron knew what an unforgivable crime he had committed.

  For the massacre of loyalists, the enslavement of Mars, the destruction of Terra, and the betrayal of human beings, he is destined to get the purest revenge.

  The probability of Lion Ryan letting him go is infinitely close to zero.

  Looking at the devil's foundry factory with billowing black smoke.

   Towering manufacturing plants, refineries, slave rest areas, mechanical workshops and assembly hangars cover every inch of land as far as the eye can see, shrouding the entire world under steel.

   Countless slave laborers were bound to their production posts, working day and night without stopping.

  Move the steel blessed by the gods, build, repair, and assemble a variety of automatic robots and chariots.

  The monks and priests with blasphemous runes carved on their bodies are dedicated to the assembly and maintenance of complex circuits, as well as the fusion of steel and demons, or the installation and debugging of various twisted mythical machines.

   Various parts exuding a chaotic eight-pointed star are scattered around the walls, assembly tables and other places.

  Lucas Cuaron threw all the resources he had into the factory, hoping to get enough war machines to fight against the possible brutal destruction of the empire.

  No matter what, he won't give in easily.

"The number of fleeing demons is increasing, and the flames of war ignited by the empire are advancing towards us, and will burn here soon." Lucas Caron said to himself: "Our situation is getting more and more critical. "

  He stood by the window of the high tower, watching the steaming demon engines equipped with various terrifying weapons coming out of the factories that were emitting black smoke.

  They gathered together and moved towards the originally set defensive positions.

  These demonic vehicles are all terrifying things forged from steel using the technology and power of the subspace.

   Possesses terrifying lethality.

   "The minions of the fifth **** are unstoppable, and only the four great powers of chaos can fight against them. We are nothing but the dust of the gears of the times, and we are powerless to change anything."

  A hoarse, ethereal voice came from the dark shadows.

   When the weird shadows are speaking, they will squirm as the light changes, just like living things.

  Lucas Cuaron made an alliance with a demon after entering the Eye of Terror.

   They share the Garim world.

  The demon provided him with shelter, and he sacrificed the captured captives to the other party.

   In the Eye of Terror, equivalent exchange also exists.

   Whether you hang out with the emperor or believe in the Four Gods, you have to pay for things.

  If you don't have money, you have to exchange it for something equivalent.

   The Eye of Terror does not have a unified currency.

   Those warbands traded for slaves or captives.

  Part of it will be used as manpower and test items in the foundry, and part of it will be sacrificed to this demon.

  Of course, there are some guys who will shout that labor and management just invest in Chaos for the sake of buying things without paying, and now they have to pay for it. Isn't this Chaos investing for nothing?

   Needless to say, the ending of those unlucky ones.

   Lucas Cuaron is not a vegetarian either.

  If you don't give exchange items, don't think about taking away the weapons and equipment he produced.

  "We can't beat the lions, but they don't want to take everything from me so easily, I will."

   Lucas Cuaron hasn't finished speaking yet.

  The loud sirens poured out like a flood, drowning his voice.

  The dark tower full of traces of corruption is shrouded in blood-red light.

  The image screen that pops up shows countless warships with the imperial double-headed eagle emblem appearing within the detection range of Garim's world.

  The dark contemplator combined with the demon became confused due to its huge data volume, and an error code appeared.

  The connected gargoyle screamed and fell into a paralysis.

  The alarm echoed in an industrial area the size of a mountain.

   Through the rustling of trumpets to the bottom of Chaos Hive.

  Those humble slaves with chaotic eight-pointed star symbols carved on their bodies and faces raised their heads blankly.

  Those grotesque demons born from the most terrifying nightmares and distorted thoughts all trembled involuntarily.

  Some nightmare entities and high-ranking dark priests who could look up to the sky all showed expressions of fear.

   This will be a time of reckoning.

   This will be an era of destruction.

  The gods contend, but fire and ashes remain.

  Fear appeared on Lucas Cuaron's face.

  The grand hymn echoed in the void, and spread to every corner of Garim's world along a strange space.

   Prayers to the gods are suppressed.

  The whispering whispers were also replaced by the sacred imperial chant.

   "The vast and infinite universe

  The emperor's light protects us

  We are holy warriors

  We come for purification

  Let the flag fly in the wind

  Let's light the fire

   for holy

   for purification

  The vast infinite universe

  Emperor's light bless us

  We are destruction

  We are Faith

  We fight for all mankind

  For the Lord of Men

   That wisdom; that light.

  The sonorous chant poisoned every inch of the Eye of Terror.

   Makes those malevolent beings who possess the entity cry out in pain.

  The huge lighthouse installed on the holy ship of the state church erupted with extremely strong brilliance, resisting the malice of the Eye of Terror, and correcting time and space to its original appearance.

   Tens of thousands of fanatics were linked together, singing tirelessly.

  Using their pious hearts to guide the glory of the Holy Emperor.

  Those armored warriors are ready to bring destruction upon their foes.

   Only killing, only death, no forgiveness, no mercy.

   They were so fanatical, so excited, they couldn't wait to destroy their enemies, sending a terrible death to every enemy who dared to stand against the Empire.

   Countless demons cry for it, and countless traitors tremble for it.

   They fear the coming war.

   Fear of being completely destroyed by the terrifying minions of the newborn god.

   This is a war of gods against gods.

   "For the Holy Emperor."

   "For the Holy Emperor."

   "Kill 'em, kill 'em."

   "Victory, victory."

   Similar voices kept ringing out, echoing horribly in the warp.

  The defense of the void orbit persisted for thirty minutes, and then fell into silence and turned into pieces.

   Those ships were also completely destroyed.

   Not one escaped.

  Empire interprets death and destruction to the fullest.

  When the shell was peeled off, beams of light piercing the sky fell from the clouds, connecting the imperial battleship and the surface.

  The first ones to appear from the beams of light were the gods of war, giant titans with a height of seventy or eighty meters, or even more than one hundred meters, taking heavy steps.

  The huge titan weapon sprayed out beams of destructive light, destroying all the dark and desecrating buildings.

  These behemoths are the pinnacle of human art of destruction, and exist only to kill.

  Its design concept is infused with all human imagination and talent for the act of destruction.

  The double-headed eagle of the Empire shines in the light of cannon fire.

  The thunderous roar vented their monstrous killing intent.

   Speakers repeat their killing chants non-stop.

  These things of war carelessly destroy vast industrial installations and roaring factory furnaces, marching through the dark and desecrated cities.

  Lucas Cuaron did not reserve a path for the Titans to walk at all when he designed it.

  But the empire didn't care about this. The giant artillery could easily blow up a path, or press a path with a huge body.

  The Titan Legion doesn't care about all life on this demon industrial planet.

   They only care about whether the world will be purified.

  Thousands of slaves and demons scatter before the advancing titan like ants to a charging herd.

   Demons screamed and were crushed, their essence thrown into the Warp, where they waited a long time before they could be resurrected again.

   Those demons who dared to enter the interior of the Titan will be completely destroyed, and the burning fire of faith will burn the essence and body of those demons to ashes.

  The small knight mechas and the primordial space fighters in battle armor let out various roars.

   They slay in the name of the Holy Emperor, their battle cries echoing horribly from the blasphemous buildings.

  When the demons and traitors saw those guys with the double-headed eagle emblem on their bodies, their emotions were exactly the same as those of the human civilians when they saw them.

  Fear and desperation make them almost unable to breathe.

   Of course, most demons don't need to breathe either.

  The fuel pipeline was crushed by the advancing Titan, explosions sounded, and flames also shot out.

  The billowing black smoke is like a few black marks carved on the sky.

  Fire from fortifications near the fortress and factory exploded on the titan's void shield, sending out a series of ripples.

  But that is meaningless.

   Defensive firepower cannot penetrate the Titan's defense at all.

   At most, some ground troops who followed the Titans suffered casualties.

  But those casualties are insignificant compared to the results achieved by the Titans.

   This move failed to achieve the expected results, but instead made those forts and fortifications targeted by the Titans' drivers.

  They unleashed waves of missiles, targeting those forts and fortifications that dared attack them.

  Several majestic fortresses with a height of 100 meters were destroyed and disappeared into the ever-expanding mushroom clouds.

  Terrible artillery fire falls on the defenders and tears everything apart.

  Some demonic engines staggered towards the battlefield, but disappeared under the bombardment of dazzling blazing energy.

   They burst forth in profusion of sparks, screaming destruction.

  The imperial titans roared triumphantly from the loudspeakers, charged into the city and slaughtered.

  The high temperature melted through everything and swept across, leaving traces of vaporized steel on the ground.

   The chaos of traitors and demons was destroyed, destroyed under the ravages of the power of the stars.

  They slaughtered like birds of prey, their muzzle flashes flashing, their horns screaming in murderous ecstasy.

  Lucas Cuaron witnessed the destruction of his city.

  A city on the verge of collapse, the hives and factories outside have become ruins.

   Everything he had labored over ten thousand years to build was ruthlessly destroyed by the Empire.

   Hard-earned defenses are useless.

   It was completely destroyed by the Empire in just a few minutes.

  A communication signal was connected to Lucas Caron's channel.

   After opening it, the face of Lion Ryan appeared on the screen.

  He only said one sentence.

   "Blood in blood, traitors."

  Before Lucas Cuaron could say anything, the other party had already cut off all the signals.

   "He's so arrogant that it's unimaginable." The demon that reached an agreement with Lucas Caron stepped out of the shadows.

  It is the Lord of Blood-Yarnok, Apostle of Hell, an abomination born in the distant past.

  An evil thing that has made countless civilizations fearful and countless worlds burned.

  Its body is extremely strong, with a height of seven or eight meters, giving people a huge sense of oppression.

  The lower body is bent backward like a goat's hoof.

  Bound with huge chains engraved with profane runes, and holding a two-handed battle axe.

  The two horns are burning with raging black flames.

  "They want to easily take over this world, I will let them know what Yanok's anger is."

   Yanok and Lucas Caron have formed an alliance.

  Protecting the world is also protecting its interests.

   Without stable sacrifices and offerings, it is likely to collapse, dissipate, and become nutrients for other demons.

  Yanoke walked out with endless anger.

  The whole world will tremble under his wrath.

  Whether it is Lion or Guilliman, they will all witness Yanok's wrath.

  A bright beam of light lit up the clouds, pierced through the crumbling shield, and landed on the tower where Lucas Cuaron was.

  A huge explosion tore apart half of the tower.

   Molten concrete and metal poured down the tower like a tidal wave.

  A mushroom-shaped flame ignites, then dissipates.

  A large area of ​​buildings collapsed, and the place where the ground was hit was glowing with heat.

   Surviving demons and slaves let out more screams.

   Rows of cathars fell, their half-mechanical, half-metal bodies twitching.

  Lucas Caron lay prone on the ground. His body suffered various damages, but it did not hinder his normal movement.

  A huge smoking corner was not far from him.

   If I am not mistaken, it is the horn of Yanok who just said that I want to show the lion and Guilliman a little bit more.

  Lucas Cuaron looked at the place where the demon stepped out, and it had already turned into a steaming ruin.

  Everything was vaporized by that beam into the most basic atoms.

  The demon was killed like this.

  It hadn't shown its horror to the empire, so it came to an end, and was thrown back into the warp to wait for resurrection.

  Of course, if it doesn't get enough feeding, the resurrection time will be unimaginably long.

  Garim's low-Earth orbit of the demon industrial planet.

   A battleship floats here.

  【The high-energy reading target has been cleared. 】

  【The bird divination instrument gave feedback, and did not find the target reading reappearing. The target has been completely destroyed. 】

  The announcement made the ship's operation team cheer.

"That guy is definitely a big devil, otherwise how could he have such a high reading." A man in the uniform of a major general said excitedly: "Our name can definitely be written in the navy's textbooks, thousands of miles away, one blow Execute a big demon, who else can do it?"

   "Victory, long live Captain Auxerre."

   "Captain Auxerre dares to recognize the empire as the second, and no one dares to recognize the first."

   "Captain Auxerre is awesome."

  Sitting on the throne, Auxerre couldn't hide his excitement.

  He is very young, he served as the captain of a battleship when he was only in his thirties.

   One can imagine how powerful his talent is.

  As long as it can be confirmed that what he just killed was a demon, he is very likely to become the captain of a Celestial-class battleship before he turns sixty.

  In that case, he will become a big man who can command an entire fleet.

   "All glory goes to the Holy Emperor." Auxerre said modestly.

  His words made everyone on the bridge cheer even louder.

   Truth Invincible Celestial-class battleship.

  Lion surveyed the battle situation.

  Sequential explosions mixed with the screams of demons and traitors before they died.

   Nothing new.

  Victory is doomed.

   Another battle that should not be described in detail.

  The empire's anti-subspace device will be set up on this planet to repair it.

  The range of the Eye of Terror has been further reduced.

   With a little more time, he will be able to heal the sores of this real universe.

  That will be a staged victory in the war against the gods.

   Completely erase the gods' greatest source of interference with the real universe.

  The realms and avatars they establish in this universe will also fall to their weakest state ever.

   At that time, it is time to launch a big counterattack.

  The troops of the empire will directly attack the domain of the Four Gods.

  Give back to them all the pain they have given to human beings.

  An eye for an eye, blood for blood.

   Cathay Empire.

   Wei Jing.

   "Are you so impatient to get going?"

  Wearing a court dress, Miaoying stood on the balcony of the palace, looking at the bustling night view of Weijing.

  Beside her stood Valyrian, and it was obvious that the words were addressed to Valyrian.

  Miaoying's figure is as attractive as ever.

  The loose court garments are made of the finest silks and finished by the most outstanding artisans in Cathay.

  Wearing Miaoying on the body does not look cumbersome at all, but brings out a touch of nobility that is different from the valiant and heroic.

  As the daughter of the Dragon Emperor, she was born a bright pearl destined to steal everyone's attention.

"I have completed the most important task of this trip, and the next thing will be communicated with you by the imperial envoy. If you are lucky, you may have the opportunity to go to Terra and discuss the future of this world with the Holy Emperor in person." Valyrian stood beside Wonderful Shadow, without his gold armor.

  At the Dragon Emperor's banquet, it would be rude to wear armor, so he attended in casual clothes.

  Dragon Emperor from another world destroyed by chaos has incredible power.

  He was well aware of the threat of Chaos, and he didn't have the slightest embarrassment at the request of Valyrian, the emissary of the empire who could become an ally.

  He took out from the temple the mysterious object obtained from outside the sky.

   That mysterious thing is extremely powerful and has terrible restraint against demons.

  A thousand years ago, when he was traveling in the outer space, he suddenly appeared and destroyed all the chaotic evil things along the way.

  Dragon Emperor managed to intercept the mysterious thing and put it in the temple to warm it up, preparing it as a trump card against chaos.

   Now that Valyrian came to the door, he absolutely did not intend to forcibly leave this fragment behind.

   And after hearing the emperor's story, the Dragon Emperor was also greatly moved.

   can do so much for his own people and race.

  Throughout the world, it is difficult to find a single person.

"Then I wish you success, Valyrian." Miao Ying said: "The Emperor's Fragment has great power. Not only can it kill the evil creatures of Chaos, but it can also give people various powers, which will inevitably arouse greed. With the coveting of evil people and the blocking of chaotic monsters, your journey is destined to be extremely dangerous."

   "Nothing will stop me," Valyrian said firmly. "I will find all the fragments, whatever the cost, and call the Master back."

  (end of this chapter)

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