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He probably lay there for a while, because when [Vox]'s body finally managed to get used to the place, [Vox] struggled to get up and found many fragments floating in the sky, as if they had been burned to pieces by some kind of high-energy attack.
...What exactly happened?
Vox was unaware that if he were as alert as Herrera, he would have noticed that the Death Guard, who was supposed to arrive on the battlefield with him, had not come along.
But [Vox] doesn't care, and is too lazy to care.
His initial and final goal was to die—to die in Hades' dark realm.
He realized that this was about to happen, and Vox was genuinely encouraged, overjoyed that the world had finally lost a filthy soul and was greatly thrilled that the world had finally gained a person who could sleep peacefully.
[Vox] didn't even think about Hades. He was already lucky to have arrived safely. What more could he ask for?
Without delay, [Vox] hurriedly dragged his heavy steps and began to try to inch his way to the spot that made him most dizzy.
The high concentration of darkness almost suffocated him. [Vox] felt the colors gradually disappearing from his sight, and then the whole world was just black, white and gray. The last bit of [Khorne]'s roar also disappeared, leaving only absolute silence... peace.
He hadn't felt so calm... so at ease in a long time.
Vox had already resigned himself to his fate: to die in this darkness. With the strength of his soul, he was incapable of reaching Hades' vicinity. But Vox still mustered his strength, determined to take as many steps as he could.
After all, he had promised the Mechanical Sage a favor.
【Vox】Supporting the black scythe that was much taller than him and significantly heavier than the scythe he usually used, he struggled to walk step by step toward the rising black sun.
He will eventually be stranded on that dark shore.
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The noble Szalak, and finally the greatest King of Silence, unexpectedly raised an eyebrow.
The long-sealed "Rage of Ra" was indeed inaccurate, failing to hit its target directly.
But this was expected, after all, this colossal celestial body had been silent for too long, and that attack just now was merely a warm-up.
This colossal structure was originally designed to destroy the Burners, and its offensive capabilities are somewhat lacking compared to other Star Gods.
Beyond the distant void, in a hidden corner unseen even by the Endless, that forbidden entity, transcending time and space, is spinning, rejoicing at being activated once more.
Abstract geometric lines, ineffable and impossible to fully describe through observation, are rotating. If forced to be described in words, before this weapon is put into use, it is like a twisted spindle.
Countless lines of different dimensions twisted and compressed into this masterpiece. There are no other rune arrays or energy stones that can be understood by the mind. Only lines, countless twisted, rotating lines carved by the fear of death, make up this colossal spectacle.
There are only lines, pure lines—and within tens of light-years of the star sector where this spectacle exists, there is utter silence, everything is composed of chaotic colors, and there is not a single corner with distinct colors.
There's another spear.
Out of caution, the Silent King left behind one last megastructure after destroying most of the megastructures, the Judgment of Ra. This was a well-considered decision. To limit and maintain its operation, this surviving megastructure can only be activated once, with an activation duration of three hours. Furthermore, its ammunition is only allowed to be used for two attacks.
It took one spear to destroy the Burner back then, and I had two left.
After three attacks, "Rage of the Judgement" will disintegrate on its own.
Silent King pondered, his metal fingers tapping his forehead. In his anger, he desperately wanted to fire the last spear directly at Endless Tarasin.
but……
The Silent King remained silent, casually raising its eyes to appreciate and listen to the screams and shattering of Hades, but its gaze did not fall on the fragment of the star god that had enraged it.
It really doesn't give it any peace of mind...
The Silent King's eyes reflected the enormous, shimmering blue energy celestial body. The final war of the past had not yet ended; only a small tail remained.
In the end, it was still the one that cleaned up.
The Silent King rose, and his scepter beside him emitted an eternal and supreme glory.
Hades must not be allowed to remain. The potential for growth contained in this twisted fragment of the star god is too terrifying. If it is allowed to grow unchecked, it will only bring about the next galactic catastrophe—humanity is too greedy and does not know what kind of monster it has raised.
As for the remaining spear in the Silent King's hand... let's leave it for now. Compared to the insatiable humans, the great Szalak knows what he should do.
But now...
It was going to destroy that monster with its own hands.
That monster, already severely injured and on its last breath.
This time, it was determined to win.
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[On the Warp Endurance]
【? ! ! 】
Within the warp, Mortarion was suddenly startled, feeling an overwhelming sense of panic. The Primarch looked up, his eyes, shrouded in white mist, reflecting the physical world that mirrored this warp.
There, something enormous, overwhelming, and undeniable pierced the starry sky—in a daze, Mortarian even thought it possessed the power to shatter chaos in a single blow.
What is that?
"Motalian! Focus!"
Karas, his figure blurred amidst the white mist, shouted as he clung tightly to his scythe to avoid collapsing due to the intense warp turbulence that aided Mortalian in positioning himself.
Karas, who was fully focused on fighting the warp turbulence, was unlike Mortarion and could vaguely see the projections within the physical world at that moment.
What is that?!
Mortarian shouted incredulously once again.
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Onboard another "Perseverance" ship in subspace
Mortarian collapsed in agony within the array covering the deck. He struggled to his knees, his hands gripping his neck tightly. On that neck, the once dim chain-like runes now shone brightly, and bright blue flames began to burn.
[Killiman... fuck... you motherfucker!!!]
[Motalian] roared, veins popping out on his forehead, cursing and howling with all his might, his once handsome face twisted like a demon.
The spells, however, gave him no respite. Like an inverted, spiked crown, they began to climb, taking root deep within his flesh and blood, into his very soul, breathing in a stinging pain.
[Typhons] has disappeared, [Vox] has embarked on a journey to find "He" alone, [Herella] is temporarily hiding among [Angron's] army, and at this moment, [Motalian] is only accompanied by his warrior offspring, who are treated almost like slaves—
During that time, the true loyalists of most, or rather all, of the warriors around him were not him, but a certain blue man with a radiant smile.
Therefore, at the moment Mortarion fell, the large-scale orbital spell should have failed, but his offspring all seemed to treat Mortarion as air, and the incantations were still being recited methodically, only the content was slightly different from before.
[Cough cough cough!]
Mortarian coughed up blood from all seven orifices and collapsed to the ground once more, his dark blood splattering onto the magic circle and flowing down to the boots of his offspring. The blue light around his neck shone even brighter.
[Why the hell did you choose this time?! Why the hell did you choose this time?! Guilliman?! I should have known you'd planned everything perfectly!!! --Are you really this crazy?! Robert!!! Aren't you afraid they'll fail?! Aren't you afraid the Outer Ones or the Silent King will kill us all?!]
【Motalian】cursed wildly, struggling like a demon crawling out of hell. Ignoring the burning, maddening pain, he forced his hands to his neck, as if trying to tear off the runes, stabbing his ten fingers into his own neck. Black blood immediately seeped out from the original's pale fingernails.
[You—cough cough cough! Ugh!!!]
[Motalian] struggled, cursing, his face grotesque and monstrous, in the otherwise orderly command hall.
He was the only one who looked extremely disheveled.
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Another Fate Line
【now】
[Don't be so stingy, you can't beat them anyway, so help me out, Mortarion.]
"Killiman" said casually, reaching out to touch the bright blue datura flowers planted in the flowerbed. The flowers swayed gently in his palm, tickling his hand.
[Killiman] smiled.
The weather in Terra was perfect at that moment, shining brightly on his blond hair, making each strand appear as glorious as if it were cast in gold.
Luo Jia was not with him at the moment.
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【Endurance】
"?!"
Karas coughed up blood and felt the entire stable Deathguard fleet suddenly subjected to an abnormal psionic attack.
The next moment, the Resilience suddenly trembled—a shock that was almost fatal to the psionicists who were piloting it!
The entire Star Speaker Hall suddenly darkened, the warp was forcibly interrupted, and Karas spat out another mouthful of blood, bending over and coughing up blood violently.
Around him, some of the other auxiliary psionicists in the magic circle had their heads explode, while others collapsed straight down.
Having been forced to interrupt his teleportation psionic spell due to the attack, the Primarch was in a terrible state. Deep within the thick white fog, Mortarion coughed, but he was still in better condition than everyone else.
The Primarch slowly and menacingly raised his eyes, squinting at what was directly in front of him, where frost spread across the deck and the distinctive stench of short-range teleportation filled the air.
[I think you should have expected this.]
"Motalian" said casually, a maniacal smile playing on his lips.
His handsome face remained as perfect as marble, but the original's long hair, which had never been disheveled, was now unusually messy. Upon closer inspection, one could see scattered black bloodstains on his white hair.
Betrayal, defection, it's happening now.
Mortarian's face was grim. He knew this day would come—but he never thought it would be now. He thought at least two Guillimans had reached an agreement on the topic of the Silent King and the Outer Ones.
That is, as long as the Silent King and the Outer Ones are still alive, they will not break off relations.
Moreover... he originally thought that his other self would at least not choose a point where Hades had not yet been successfully aided.
At least Mortarian showed that he was willing to support Hades.
Primarch glared angrily at the First Rebel, his anxiety growing. Hades had clearly encountered some trouble, while he was being held back.
Killing intent, absolute killing intent, appeared in Mortarian's eyes.
[Your previous attitude was nothing but deception? Hypocrite, you even fooled Callas.]
Mortarian spoke in a hoarse voice, while the First Rebel remained silent, only laughing coldly. For some reason, the First Rebel wore a demon mask that he was not used to showing to others around his neck, which conveniently covered his originally exposed neck.
There is no such thing as kindness in this world.
"Motalian" said softly, reaching out his hand; a scythe materialized in his palm.
[Only malice... Mortalian... Only absolute malice.]
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Hades was panting.
He was wounded, badly wounded, perhaps the first time he had been so disheveled since he took this form... The newborn star god had never witnessed the miracles forged by those who feared death in the past.
He felt his senses were shrouded in darkness, his perception of the entire galaxy was fading, he felt his power draining away, and his body was definitely broken in more than one place.
Hades struggled to stand upright, looking ahead with a slightly bewildered expression. He had returned to the continent, and the shouts of the Green-skinned Warlord seemed to still echo in his ears.
He was ambushed by a green-skinned creature—at the cost of his life.
Fragments of the green-skinned behemoth soared through the air, shattered beyond recognition. These vibrant creatures were vaporized the instant the attack struck, leaving only scattered fragments of the behemoth floating on the planet's surface.
And amidst that desolate debris, the King of Silence descended.
Hades stretched his senses outward as far as he could, but only felt a burning sensation. His body radiated a serene light like the sunrise as Hades slowly descended from the warship floating in the sky, his expression indifferent.
"I have finally seen you again, you arrogant little thing."
"..."
Silent King watched as Hades, who had been panting in front of it, suddenly swelled up. This fragment of the Star God was merely at its last gasp, struggling to withstand Silent King's final attack.
"Unfortunately, you still failed to hide it well in the end."
The Silent King spoke calmly, the space around him distorted, a result of some special technology—the space necromancers had released most of their original moral constraints.
The enemy mistook its restraint for weakness.
They gazed at each other silently, as if waiting for the King of Silence to descend so that the battle could begin. Hades roared like a wounded beast, seemingly pondering how to escape.
But this time Tarasim will not let Him escape, and He has nowhere to retreat.
"Want to run away? Go back to those mortals who would risk their lives to live for you for even a few moments?"
The Silent King said calmly,
But then Hades revealed a cruel and greedy smile.
+I was just thinking about how to eat you...space necromancer. +