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The Guardians roared, and ripples spread out in front of the Imperial Titans. The Void Shield intercepted missile after missile. Fireworks exploded, and after the smoke and dust, the muzzles of the cannons lit up due to heating.
The Titans, following their Om Messiah, raced behind the darkness, explosions lighting up the scene time and again.
The fleet that had been closely following Hades had already taken to the air, and the cannons would mysteriously cool down again before overheating each time, showing that Hades remained merciful.
"Vox, First, Fourth, and Seventh Companies, follow me."
Mortarian sighed, looking at the charred ground, where charred chunks, still discernible in shape, screamed in agony.
They stepped into the northern side of the Comoros, which had been plowed by Hades.
……
Makado glanced sideways; the First Legion, which he had left behind, was entangled with the barbaric corrupted Eldar surging out of the node city.
He waved his scepter, and the figure of the Lord of Night appeared before Macado.
Bring back the Tuchucha engine at all costs.
The emperor coldly issued his order, and the gold ornaments on Koz's body gleamed brightly, burning the original body like shackles. This was a death order.
Ignoring the Night Lord's mocking sneer, golden flames erupted, teleporting Conrad into the core area of Comoros.
The emperor fell silent. He raised his head and stared intently at the center of Comoros. He needed to wait... until they were all exhausted.
He then usurped the authority of the gods.
As golden flames ignited, Makado's figure blurred. He drew the sword from his waist, the alien-style blade silently telling a story of sorrow.
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Chapter 689 Death Descends
"Round Two."
The Lord of Mankind said, standing up with one leg on the wooden table. With some effort, he pulled out the black spear that was stuck in the table, then aimed at the pinkish-purple lump of flesh in the center of the table, where bright yellow liquid seemed about to ooze out at any moment.
"This is really exciting."
Neos raised an exaggerated eyebrow, aiming his dark spear at the yellow bubble in the center of the pinkish-purple flesh.
"I will send Hades."
He said, "Stab it hard!"
……
Are you in pain?
He asked,
"But I feel happy."
Slaanesh shrieked, which caused the darkness that was slowly approaching Him to tremble. Hades gathered the darkness and made it form His strongest armor.
More flesh and blood were torn from the filthy ground by Slaanesh, and God gained more freedom as a result. He clutched the wound in his abdomen in pain and tried to back away. He waved his six arms, and six huge fleshy dragons rose from the ground and pounced on Hades!
Hades' all-black pupils stared unblinkingly at Slaanesh trapped in the flesh nest, a high concentration of psychic energy pouring down from the heavens, filling Slaanesh—or rather, the Grim Reaper within him.
At the same time, the six dragons formed a pincer movement, baring their fangs!
Space partition.
With a thought from Hades, a layer of noise-like two-dimensional plane flickered on the neck of the ferocious dragon. Then, the gravity law that Hades had seized faithfully carried out His command, tearing off the demon's proud head.
Six bloody, fleshy sections appeared simultaneously, blood gushing out, their bodies went limp, and they were disintegrated by gravity.
To use rules to obliterate the gods.
"This time you won't escape... If you really want some excitement, then come on."
Hades revealed a sinister smile. Darkness seeped up from his boots, enveloping him entirely in darkness, revealing his most essential form.
Slaanesh shrieked in pain and terror, for the anchor point of death's descent prevented him from escaping invisibly. In his bright purple eyes, he saw Hades transformed into the form he knew best—
The darkness in the air seemed to turn into liquid, dripping straight down, clinging to the ground, and in an instant drawing a ritualistic circle around the flesh nest.
Then, the existence that seemed to be a pure two-dimensional line began to ascend in dimension, one nanometer, one millimeter, darkness rose from the ground, and a giant beast was slowly closing its huge mouth from the ground.
+No—no!!!!! +
The god, trapped in his own web, struggled to rise. He felt the erosion of the laws of physics, his arms grew heavy, and his bones pierced through his flesh and fell to the ground. The creations of the warp did not originally abide by the laws of the physical world; they were creations from the depths of thought.
Blood and flesh mingled with water droplets, and the Eldar lurking within the Comoros were enraged. Spaceships rose, turrets spun, and aimed at the slowly closing black membrane, and explosions rang out one after another.
+I'm giving it all back to you! I'm giving it all back to you—come out!!! Come out!!! +
Slaanesh put his claws into his mouth, tearing open the corners of his mouth, and vomited, his half-formed, rotten spirit pouring onto the ground.
He is currently powerless to mobilize psychic energy, and how can He, a pure psychic being, fight against Hades?!
Deeper into the Comoros, the long-dead corpses staggered to their feet and began to recklessly manipulate the technologies they had long forgotten, reviving technologies that had been dormant for millennia—among them were the anti-star god special attacks used in the war for heaven.
But these spirit races, who had long since exiled themselves and fallen into decadence, did not know their true purpose or how to fully activate them. At the call of Slaanesh, they drooled and aimed at the enemy.
Beneath the boundless city of Comoros, undulating mountains rise from the earth—spirits and ineffable, elegant creations slowly emerge.
Smaller, yet more dangerous devices for certain creatures, were picked up by these bodies soaked in lustful fluids and slowly advanced, swaying, at the call of Slaanesh.
"Alarm! Alarm!"
An electronic sound rang out, and the large clock chimed.
"Protect our Hades!!!"
The engines roared relentlessly, and flames poured down from the moving fire support platform. The warship, having exhausted its extermination orders, plunged into the ground with its last dirty bombs, exploding into fireworks!
In an instant! Divided by the struggling Slaanesh and the Dark Domain in the center, countless strange lights shone within the vast city of Comoros, and even the stars captured and confined in the sky by Comoros began to tremble.
The half-resurrected Eldar army staggered across the wasteland of the streets, wielding sharp weapons.
"First Vanguard, Charge!—Get away from the Mechanicus forces."
Karas said that by sending in the first force, a mix of Space Marines, Soulless, and Netherworld Cultists, the Mechanicus would be beyond his control.
The men in red robes roared and charged in.
"You only get one chance in your life!!!"
The Battle Sage, mounted on his mech, roared, his voice cracking with rage.
"It's time for us to test our technology!!! Om Messiah has granted full access!!! Praise Om Messiah!!!"
The moment the missile took off and exploded upon landing, it turned all the Eldar in the surrounding area into a pool of pus, and even the buildings visibly softened.
Some sages took out plasma artifacts and launched them toward the eternal sun on the horizon. The star, corrupted by psionic energy, instantly began to collapse. Gravity twisted, and the Guardians of the Faith, along with the Eldar, floated into the air and fell upwards into the collapsing sun.
When attacked, the Eldar army retaliated, the ground vanished instantly, and people fell into an endless abyss, or suddenly became motionless like wax figures, losing their lives completely.
Even ancient artifacts were discovered; a mentally challenged, itchy half-liver pressed a switch—the light flickered for a moment, then went out again.
The Eldar had no idea what had happened; they assumed the device was broken, abandoned it, and went to look for something else.
……
"Fate is above all,"
Eurycan, whose body was flowing with rivers of light, said he had once again prevented a time jump.
"Do the Eldar still retain these technologies?"
"But they've forgotten how to use it."
Tarachin said he was ready to be suspended from Orikan's waist.
“It’s so sad.”
"..."
Orichen said in a low voice,
"Tarasin, we will have 1 minute and 06 seconds."
【enough. 】
Riemann Russ poked his head out in a muffled voice.
Magnus's lifespan was only thirteen milliseconds.
……
You can't escape this time.
Conrad stood at the bottom of the spiral staircase and looked up to see Leon sitting on the steps, his beard and hair neatly trimmed.
I don't intend to run.
The Lion King said, his gaze deep.
What exactly do you want, Conrad?
[You're talking nonsense... Tuchucha engine.]
Koz chuckled, while Leon glanced indifferently into the distance at the chaotic Comoros.
He suddenly felt like laughing. The game was already decided, yet they were playing a meaningless cat-and-mouse game. Conrad was probably in a lot of pain too.
[That's what Makado wanted, what you wanted... wasn't it liberation and freedom, bat?]
The Lion King slowly rose, and without the slightest hesitation in Koz's trembling eyes, made a strategic retreat towards the top of the tower! In an instant, his speed reached its maximum!
Enraged by being mocked, the Lord of the Night muttered a curse under his breath and immediately went after Leon!
……
The mad Mechanicus forces held back most of the crazed Eldar army, but some Eldar that were closer still managed to drag them to the center of Comoros.
Those tech enthusiasts at least know how to keep the enemy trapped on the outer battlefield... so as not to hinder the Titans' march on the front lines.
As the Lord of Dark Clouds thought this, his pupils dilated, and wisps of mist rose up, instantly turning the resurrected spirit race into a skeleton.
Beside the cage formed by the dark domain, darkness also attacked the staggering Eldar addicts. However, within the millions of Eldar troops, which resembled ants, several cubes, similar to the Necromancer's Ultra Labyrinth in space, were flashing with light.
Pluto, locked in a struggle with the warp, seemed to have sensed them. Earthly fire erupted, hurling the enemy high into the sky, yet two cages still activated prematurely, their metal claws opening and gleaming with an eerie light—
Darkness roared, the reinforcements that Slaanesh had hastily summoned were devoured, the cage opened, and was once again forcibly destroyed by the Star God. The slowly rising black prison paused for a moment.
Inside the cage, Slaanesh, knowing he had reached his end, wept bitterly, his voice high-pitched and shrill. He saw clearly that Hades wanted to completely sever his connection with the Warp—to prevent him from leaping into the moment of resurrection, and also to prevent the birth of Death.
As if aware of Hades' plan, the warp surged forth, pouring psionic energy into Slaanesh with increasing brutality, causing his belly to swell ever more—he was about to give birth.
No, no!!!
The Dark Prince roared in agony; he was barely able to save himself, let alone the slowly descending guillotine—
Death within His belly suddenly stirred.
? !
Slaanesh suddenly realized something, and he looked around angrily and furiously, trying to find that damned guy—and sure enough, he saw the bastard.
thief.
The velvet robe fluttered in the wind.
In the raging wind, the Emperor stood atop the towering tower, calmly drawing the old woman's sword one by one. Counting the one inside Slaanesh's body, there was exactly one short, which was exactly what He had planned.
Death cannot be fully born – there can only be one god.
With its slightly curved blade, exquisite runes, and spirit bone carvings, there are only five swords of this kind in the world.
The Emperor released his grip, and the swords of the old woman, treasured by the Eldar, were thrown down by Him like scrap metal. However, as they fell, they transformed into light and instantly pierced into the warp above the Slaanesh!
+Hiss—Aa ...
The hand that had been scratching the inside of His abdomen finally broke free!
Amidst the dripping blood and translucent liquid, the hand struggled desperately outward, tearing open the womb, tearing open its own twin brother, rejoicing in its own resurrection and rebirth.
Bright yellow lightning burst forth from the stormy subspace clouds, cheering the imminent arrival of another god. The vast ocean churned violently, but the gods merely closed their eyes in avoidance. Except for the Lord of Change, they had become weak and unable to forcefully unleash their power at such a pivotal moment of destiny.
A fleeting, ghostly figure appeared on the next chair, its hands withered, its body unsteady, and its color yet to be applied.
He can be any being.
The emperor laughed, looking with great interest at the demigods born from the decaying race.