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This is a world that extends infinitely.
The colossal ship was anchored in the shimmering sky, where bright purple and yellow stars blinked at the intruder. A towering structure spiraled toward the sky, its spires gleaming with metallic light. Beneath it lay a desolate wasteland of black and gray, where naked bodies lay intertwined in the earth, the liquid beneath them reflecting the colossal eyes of the heavens.
The alien's colossal guard machines continued to operate normally, slowly turning their cannons, concentrating excess energy at their tips, and aiming at the first intruder.
However, the birds soaring high in the sky were too preoccupied to notice the sniping from the ground.
Inside the Stormbird, everyone stared in disbelief, their eyes reflecting that single point of deep purple, at the far, vast horizon, a mere speck of purple that occupied only a small part of their vision.
Rotten purple blood gushed from their eyes, thick liquid slowly flowing out, and they coughed up mournful cries.
Their hands mutated, and only the black spot on their chests protected their souls. Their bodies convulsed and collapsed onto the control panel. The communicator used all his strength to grip the walkie-talkie.
"27661, arrived in Comoros... Alpha-level psionic... Do not advance! Do not advance..."
Buzz - boom! ! !
The right wing was attacked, and a scorching explosion erupted, tearing off the metal shell covering the fuselage, which scattered freely to the left. The Stormbird lurched and crashed to the ground.
The alarm was flashing urgently. The cabin was already quiet. People lay sprawled out, with only drops of contaminated blood flowing out.
The black stone necklaces on their chests remained silent, guarding the last line of defense for their souls.
……
Stop moving forward!
Mortarian said, letting out a weary breath, then gripping the giant scythe in his hand even more firmly. His rag-like cloak unfurled, and the mist instantly obscured the path ahead for everyone.
[Upon reaching Comoros, let Pluto go first—no one is permitted to proceed.]
The massive army, moving along the network of pathways that snaked like veins, began to slowly come to a stop.
Inside the main road, Death stood at the forefront, flanked by a swarm of Titans silently humming and waiting. The oracles spun wildly, their path blocked by the mist emanating from the Lord of Dark Clouds.
Within the capillaries, the people who were locked in fierce battle stopped with doubt but also with resolute determination. The fanatical believers of the Underworld Church, whose eyes had been sewn shut, stepped forward and joined the Mechanic Church in blocking the way ahead, using the ethereal black stone dust to isolate themselves from the pollution.
"what happened?"
Mead asked, covered in blood, as they had just wreaked havoc in a node city.
Shh, be quiet, wait.
Lena whispered that Mead had never seen the Hades so quiet; the engines of their hovercraft were idling, restless.
That glimmer of light was over there, in front of the corpses of the Spirit Race scattered all over the ground.
As if a switch had been flipped, the network began to tremble slightly, and all the members of the Underworld Cult simultaneously lowered their heads, closed their eyes, and chanted incantations.
"He's coming."
Lena said,
"Don't look."
In Comoros, a sudden gust of wind arose, and a lion rose up, its head held high, its hand resting on the sword at its waist, gazing from the top of the tower.
【finally……】
The unspoken words were swallowed, and the lion's pupils contracted sharply, reflecting the purest darkness.
"Salamantra!!!"
The rage of the dark behemoth blotted out the sky, and some indescribable darkness roared, struggling to pull itself from the net into the Comoros.
"Salamantra!!!"
The net trembled violently, and the dark water surged forth from within it.
The unmanned, colossal fleet followed in His footsteps, emerging from the passage unscathed into the River Styx, its cannons turned—Extinction Order Approved! Extinction Order Approved! Approved! Approved!!!
As he served the skeleton, the crimson dot in his eye shone even brighter.
"Face me! Look at me—!"
Hades had never felt himself so clearly at this moment. This was perhaps the first time he had actively liberated his essence step by step. The shackles that the Lord of Man had bound him slowly loosened, giving him complete freedom.
The light no longer confined the black hole; Hades stretched his power outward with all his might, and darkness fell toward him, attached itself to him, and became him.
Within the vast, pitch-black mass of energy, Hades stood sharply within the space, his face as pale as a corpse, the darkness in his eyes magnified to infinity.
"Facing me... Slaanesh..."
Everything he had devoured in the past had made him who he was; he felt the throbbing power in his fingers—space, gravity, fear, machinery, death…
The dark mist from the Nightbringers surged along with the Netherwater, washing into the streets and alleys on the edge of Comoros, taking everything away in an instant.
Hades slowly removed the pulsating Burner's Heart from his waist, the burning heart beating forcefully in his palm.
"I grant you revelry."
He said that he slowly released his hand, and a fiery red dot fell to Hades' feet, just missing the dozens of Extinction Orders that whistled past him.
The darkness advanced slowly but resolutely.
The extinction creatures, transformed into self-aiming and corrective orbits, pierced through the vast darkness, which ultimately blessed them with the absolute laws of physics.
Their tail flames were dazzling and swift, like a fiery spear hurled by Hades, soaring high into the air before crashing into a fortress far enough away in the Comoros.
boom! boom! boom! boom!
A ball of light, the size of half an asteroid, exploded! Like dozens of rising suns, the air was instantly burned away, and the sudden change in air density dragged down the alien ships anchored in the air, pressing them down to the ground.
However, even dozens of suns could not illuminate his pale face.
Hades lowered his eyes, hearing Slaanesh's agonizing roar in the distance, a roar tinged with the suppressed pain and the intense pleasure of flesh being torn apart.
He silently removed the emerald lightning bolt wrapped in silver-white metal from his waist, and saw the ball of fire beneath him rapidly expanding.
Hades teased the Burner slightly, like a master pulling on the reins of a runaway dog, before releasing the reins—
The fire dragon charged out!!!
The second wave of extermination orders roared out alongside the burners! Trailing plumes of smoke arced through the air!
Almost the instant the darkness was broken, the Burner tore through the gravitational field, unleashing fiery spurs that caused the alien's defensive towers to twist and throb like burning straw!
"I'll give you one chance to run away."
Hades said casually, and the lively thunderbolt vanished with a flick of his wrist.
A void dragon rose, the shockwave from its silvery-white metal instantly overturning the towering buildings of Comoros. Emerald lightning flashed, as it painfully tried to escape from Hades—
Where we go now is no longer important! What's important is to get as far away from Hades as possible! To get away from the source of His greatest suffering!!!
The Void Dragon sped along at breakneck speed, unwilling and afraid to look back, as if it could see the sinister smile on Hades' face behind it.
Verdant green and fiery red emerged from the darkness one after the other, and the giants in their energy form rose up and rushed into the city, wantonly destroying the disorderly and chaotic buildings.
Hades took a deep breath, reaching out his hand to feel the stability of the physical laws. Within the chaotic network, the presence of the Star God fragments would solidify the physical laws.
He looked at Slaanesh in the distance, and once again, finally, he saw Him again.
The god who indulged in desires eventually succumbed to the sea of lust—He thought He could escape the consequences of his indulgence, but Hades would tell Him the price.
Step by step, ever since he first tasted the pain and ecstasy of the Dark Water, the Dark Prince, like an addict, greedily marched toward the end.
He was manipulated, but every step was taken by Himself, lured by an ambiguous future, into a more frenzied hell, at any cost.
His completely black pupils revealed the god imprisoned in Comoros. He was enormous, much larger and more swollen than when Hades had last seen him. His flesh and blood clung to the city from the lower body, making him look like a living, breathing city of flesh and blood.
He could not escape.
The warp space was now completely anchored to this false god, beginning with the destruction of the Eldar Empire and ending with the chaotic and decadent revelry in Comoros, and cause and effect cast their gaze upon it.
The first destruction of Eldar awakened Slaanesh, and the second destruction will revive Death.
The closer they get to the complete annihilation of the Eldar, the more intense the activities of the Grim Reaper become.
He knew where the Eldar Death was. Hades remained silent, thunder roaring around him. He saw Slaanesh's bulging belly, and inside the rotting, pinkish flesh, the bright orange amniotic fluid was as hot as a volcano about to erupt.
Meanwhile, a thin, dark figure was moving convulsively, like an ancient creation reborn from amber.
He thrust the sharp protrusions on his limbs into Slaanesh's abdomen, each thrust bringing Slaanesh unspeakable pain and pleasure. Now the god was no different from his believer who had fallen into hell.
Concepts hijacked Him, forcing Him into an extreme feast of the senses, and He began to lose the ability to think, or perhaps too much information left Him no time to ponder.
Death is His cause and effect.
And Hades? Hades came to end this cause and effect.
He believed they could win—or at least they had a backup plan to escape.
He came to kill a god!
Hades could no longer suppress this power; he needed to unleash it, to let reason follow instinct, to let the all-consuming fervor overwhelm restraint, and to let cruelty become the underlying tone. Only in this way could he fully utilize it—this innate talent.
Killing a god is no easy task; in the face of chaotic madness, the temperant will never prevail.
Darker than darkness, more chaotic than disorder, and more greedy than a false god.
He feels just right now.
Hades's resentment from working overtime every day was enough to feed a hundred evil sword immortals—this was Hades's final thought.
Hades spread his arms, his fingertips exerting a slight force, and electric dragons wreathed in flames danced on his arms, advancing, advancing! The buildings still in operation in the path ahead of him were instantly struck by lightning! In an instant, they turned into charred fragments.
The dark domain, distorted by the narrow network channel, surged into Comoros like a burst dam! Flowing forward!
The extinction order swept past His feet once more, and He felt the power of the Mechanicic faith that clung to it—so wonderful.
Hades casually raised his hand, and the Extinction Order, which was traveling on its predetermined path, immediately changed course and fell into the Comoros in accordance with His will.
A huge ball of light rose up, but it still couldn't illuminate the smile spreading across Hades's lips. He felt a delicious fear, as clear and bright as honey drizzled on a pancake.
"Are you scared?"
Hades asked quietly, watching Slaanesh struggle desperately. A wisp of flesh from the divine dimension was torn off, its actual size being thicker than a building.
Does this prince of desire want to break free from the shackles of the flesh nest and run to Him to dance a waltz with Him? Or is he merely terrified and hoping to escape?
Slaanesh both feared and delighted in Him, but He was only hungry.
The warp slowed His progress, but Hades was not too annoyed. There were too many surprises along the way. He roughly searched out every soul cowering in a corner. His deceitful nature added a bit of fun to this. Before giving them death, you must first give them pain.
Breathing...breathing...white mist billowed from the gas mask, and the amber eyes under the hood hesitated for a moment, but then resolutely raised their eyes again.
[Stand by this point, Titan's 3rd and 7th Companies will proceed in formation, preparing to march.]
The Primarch said they must guard the exit of the Web to prevent the fleeing army from escaping, and at the same time provide support to Hades when the opportunity arises.
On this battlefield, sending ordinary people to their deaths is tantamount to sending them to their deaths—let those oil geeks come.
The mortal troops will not be allowed to enter until at least seven rounds of fire.
[Unit 306, prepare yourselves, it's time to contribute to your Om Messiah...]
The Primarch whispered, releasing the mist once more. He let the ashes in the mist cling to him, his limbs growing ever thinner. He had to be prepared; if Hades fell, the Lord of Shadows would be the next safety net.
If the plan goes smoothly, he will also be a guarantee for a successful retreat.
The Pale King also needed to venture deep into Comoros. Mortarion handed over supreme command to Karas Typhon and took a step forward amidst Karas's disapproving glances.
Come on, come on, come on.
The Primarch whispered, glancing toward the distant other side, where he sensed Macado's psionic energy.
……
The gaze stretches out, traversing the churning subspace and beyond the endless void interspersed with bright stars. An industrial marvel the size of half a planet roars forth, its design modeled after a bulletproof bow, capable of destroying an entire star with a single use.
"10010!"
The sage stepped onto the protrusion in front of the space station, waving a small red flag in the shape of an equilateral triangle.
"Coordinates confirmed! Prepare for release!"
……
"Put it in!"
Near the Happy Valley network of the God of Laughter, the Great Sage roared, and the psionicists imprisoned in the psionic circuits let out shrieks, "Psionic teleportation!" The giant Titan's figure flickered heavily within the flash of psionic energy.
boom! boom! boom!
A small town-sized figure suddenly appeared amidst the buildings of Comoros, the towering cathedral of the human empire standing out starkly against the distorted architecture of Comoros.
"Sound the big bell!!!"