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No! It's the space around him that's distorting!
Without the slightest hesitation, the massive, emaciated prototype immediately collapsed, turning into amorphous white mist. Some of the mist escaped the distorted space, while others vanished completely.
The white mist slowly gathered, and Mortarion, who looked somewhat tired, reappeared. He muttered incantations, and the mist fell from the sky like snowflakes. The warp pressed in, and the radiance of the void dragon immediately dimmed considerably.
【…】
Mortarion breathed heavily. Since returning from Nurgle Gardens, his strength had been greatly reduced, and without any other support, he was struggling to keep up on his own.
Last time, he and Angron together, the warp brought by the two Primarchs briefly suppressed the Void Dragons, but this time, Mortarion's warp alone began to falter.
He tried to contact Hades, but Hades was clearly trapped in another dimension by the Void Dragons—Dragon's Dreamland.
The Void Dragon, briefly suppressed by the warp ocean, began to struggle, and the entire space began to tremble. Mortarion began to miss Angron and the battle axe he wielded. He felt himself growing weaker, and if he hadn't already run out of blood, he would surely be bleeding from all seven orifices by now.
[Cough cough cough—]
"I am coming!!!"
Motarian's eyes widened suddenly.
Several beams of energy leaped rapidly from the space, followed by necromantic metal. The twisted figure of the Void Dragon was reflected in the Hypercube Maze, then pressed straight down, the metal closing in like a giant beast closing its fangs.
Tarachin held his Staff of Obliteration of Transference high, standing on the cliff like a savior hero, his tone quite smug.
"The Great Infinite One has arrived!"
The Necromancer dramatically exclaimed, while simultaneously directing his Hypercube Maze to destroy the Void Dragon. The Necromancer's technology began to contend with the Void Dragon.
Mortarion took a deep breath, took the opportunity to flap his wings, and retreated to a safer position. He calmed his magic, which was being squeezed by the laws of physics, and stared intently at the location in the Hypercube Maze where the Void Dragon was imprisoned.
He needs to learn how to use the Hypercube Maze.
However—the Primarch watched helplessly as the Hypercube Labyrinth began to twist, twist—twisting in a way that was clearly not functioning properly, with a tremendous sound of metal being torn apart and electric dragons spewing out from the metal strips.
? !
Tarasin suddenly felt a lightness in his body, and then he found himself swaying in the air. The space necromancer's inverted vision saw a huge crater, as if it had been exploded by a billion-ton bomb—
Ah, that's where it was standing just now.
【Aren't you—a—space—undead—spirit?】
Death's mournful, even teeth-gritting voice rang out above Tarasin's head. Mortarion, carrying Tarasin in one hand and wielding a scythe in the other, was dodging the Void Dragon's dimensional lightning in a disheveled manner.
One after another, beams of green light grazed past their bodies.
“Oh,” Tarachin waved his Staff of Emotional Annihilation, “this is normal—that’s why I brought a few more mazes.”
The space necromancer waved his staff wildly, shouting, "Hey—over here!"
Its voice was still drifting in the wind when the Primarch had already taken action, but the space around Mortalian suddenly warped, prematurely halting his movement, and the Primarch's half-wing seemed to be abruptly severed—
On their other side, the Void Dragon's hollow and terrifying face emerged from the green light, leaping out from a spatial cross-section and wielding a palm that contained a power that could overturn the rules.
Time seemed to stretch on endlessly. Mortalian's eyes widened; the Primarch had decided to sacrifice his right arm, and he was trying his best to avoid it—
"Take this!"
He roared as he held the Tarasin in his hand, and Mortarion watched helplessly as the space overlord swung its club in a wild, incorrect way—precisely slashing at the Void Dragon that was rushing towards them.
First, Mortalian realized with a start that Tarachin was a damn space necromancer.
Not all civil servants are as good at fighting as Makado.
clang!
A crisp metallic clang rang out.
The wings of the Staff of Annihilation glowed with emerald green light, and connected to the staff was the head of a void dragon.
The Void Dragon stopped—the Primarch didn't know if this was truly because Talathim's attack was effective, or if it was just a brief pause before being provoked. Mortalian saw cracks appearing on the metal of the Void Dragon beneath the Staff of Exile, indicating disintegration.
"This is ancient sage technology!"
Tarasin yelled and flailed wildly, preparing to deliver another blow, but the Primarch abruptly pulled him back.
【…】
"?"
Suddenly halted in mid-air, a head emerged from behind the Void Dragon, whose spatial abilities had been severed.
Hades looked past the Void Dragon with a puzzled expression, staring at the Primarch and the Tal Rashin in his hand, his gaze shifting back and forth between the Primarch and the Tal Rashin.
Motarian calmly and decisively released his grip on Tarasin's hand.
"Hey--!!!"
Tarasim's voice was superb. During their rapid descent, the Void Dragon, which had paused long enough, seemed to have just come back to life, turning its head with a series of thuds.
+Night Embracers? +
The Void Dragon turned around, only to see the face that had usurped its authority.
The next moment, a genuine and radiant smile bloomed on that face.
"If you're going to save someone, go all the way," Hades couldn't suppress the smile on his lips. The despair the Void Dragon gave him in return from the darkness was enough to make him feel joyful. "Brother, you smell so good."
Yay, it's gone!
Chapter 647 Huh? I'm fighting Hades?
Hades was still, slightly, somewhat, perhaps, maybe, a little hungry.
At this moment, his face and heart were filled with the joy of a bountiful harvest. Unfortunately, the Void Dragon's empty face could not reflect anything, otherwise Hades would surely have seen a smiling face.
The Void Dragon's upper body emerged from the square space, and Hades briefly choked it, preventing the Star God from advancing further. The prey was within reach, and the darkness enveloping the scythe grew even denser and sharper.
The smile hadn't faded from Hades's lips when he waved his hand and slashed!
The dragon's form twisted violently! A burst of emerald light exploded!
Fine streaks of lightning flashed across Hades' cheek, and he instinctively turned his head to look in the direction the Void Dragon had fled.
Over there!
Hades had a thought, and darkness enveloped him like a veil. He was not yet very proficient in using spatial teleportation, but he was rapidly trying to learn this ability.
【…】
Mortarion, left behind by Hades, slowly lowered his scythe, his tattered right wing fluttering in the wind like a scorched cloak.
Beside the Primarch, Talathim, who had just been plummeting, slowly floated up, his Staff of Annihilation glowing.
"I don't think you called me here to fight the Void Dragon, did you?"
Tarasin tilted his head, and the space necromancer smiled in a humanoid manner. It reached out, and a corner of the space beside it was exposed as if it had been cut off. Mortalian glimpsed at least three hypercube mazes... and some other things that the Primarchs had not yet understood.
The Hypercube Maze is something most small dynasties wouldn't even have one of, but Tarasin brought out at least four for this trip...
I told them I brought quite a lot.
Seeing that the Primarch did not refute its words, the Necromancer extended its scepter, seemingly casually aiming it at the two Star Gods who were locked in combat.
"Don't run away!!!"
Hades let out a howl, and amidst the suspended silver droplets, black mist churned, forming gauze-like black lines.
The Void Dragon ignored Hades' invitation, and the space around them was rapidly distorting, as if light was refracting through countless different mediums—space teleportation! Space teleportation prohibited!
Tarasin seemed to be deep in thought.
"Humans are still too inefficient at eating," the space tyrant said. "It's a miracle of genetic engineering that he's lasted this long."
Death remained silent, while the Primarch frowned. He knew what the Void Dragon wanted to do: buy time—Hades couldn't maintain this state for long. Once his energy was depleted, the Void Dragon would immediately gain the upper hand.
However, the physical domain formed by the two powerful fragments of the Star God is now too strong, and Mortarion cannot rashly join the battle.
The Primarch knew that in some situations, forcibly providing support would only hinder his comrades—because they needed to devote some of their energy to protecting themselves.
[...I can also go for long periods without eating.]
The words had barely left his mouth when the Primarch began to berate himself for his foolishness. Sure enough, Tarasin shook his head.
“You, Primarch, replenish your energy through the Warp,” Talassin glanced at the scene of it fleeing and him chasing—by the False Emperor, he had never seen a Void Dragon so disheveled.
In other words, it is extremely rare for the Star God Fragment to be in such a sorry state. Is it because it is facing Hades, who has already devoured several Star God Fragments?
For the Star God Fragment, the more it devours, the stronger it becomes, and the more insane it becomes.
As for Hades...
"He hasn't been on the battlefield much lately?"
Tarasin said, "The faith in the warp... most, or all, should have been given to his projection into the black hole in the warp, rather than the part that was fed back to the Astral. I take back what I said earlier, there really are Astral who starve themselves to death because they don't eat."
The Necromancer made what it thought was a joke, but the Primarch beside it didn't react much—the temperature seemed to have dropped even lower.
【…】
Mortarion squinted, peering at Hades through the swirling white mist.
He wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.
【Do you think……】
“No problem,” Tarachin chuckled. “Will we win? We will.”
Its neural matrix tells it that Hades has a high probability of winning.
The space necromancer checked its memory storage again, and yes, the scene from just now was clearly recorded.
What a spectacular battle, Tarasin thought to himself. How long had it been since he had seen such a scene when the ancient method was used to fight a star god?
In fact, they can no longer "observe" Hades and the Void Dragon. The visual processors become ridiculous at this point, since neither the Void Dragon nor Hades is like those Star God fragments that lack "imagination". Therefore, their "battle" begins to evolve into an abstract form.
It seems that both Hades and the Void Dragon are obsessed with the matter of space—which has caused the space here to become chaotic.
Fortunately, the flow of time is still normal.
Sometimes, they see strange geometric shapes stranded in normal space, smooth arcs floating irregularly in the air, and occasionally they can catch a trace of the aura of a void dragon or Hades.
Sometimes, it's as if they're facing a star directly, with massive amounts of energy filling the space and spewing particles at them.
………………
+Don't...don't run away...+
The chaotic and mixed concept is chasing after it closely—the Night Bearers? No, not the Night Bearers.
Run...run...run...
He'd had enough...
The dragon stretched out its arms and tore open the space in front of it, but the newly torn space instantly screamed, twisted and disappeared, and the black veil climbed up from behind it like tentacles.
? ? ? ! ! !
Do not!
+...Leave! Hiss—Get away from me!! +
The Void Dragon emitted a radio wave: +Freedom—I only want freedom! +
Why do humans always relentlessly pursue Him?!
Space and dimensions opened up before Him, only to be closed again by the man-made hybrid monster behind Him, and darkness slowly but firmly wrapped around Him—He was falling straight toward the black hole.
It was facing a being that had devoured at least four fragments of the Star God—when did humanity create such a bizarre monster!
Why was He allowed to come? Why was He the one to face it?!
........................
Talathin faithfully recorded this rare sight. The inscriptions on its staff shone, stabilizing the Primarch and the space it occupied, preventing this last sanctuary from falling—although Mortarion seemed capable of stabilizing space as well, the Primarch's current state appeared to be less than ideal.
Tarasin decided to ignore Mortarian's hand, which was gripping the scythe tightly.
They were silent for a moment. Tarasin didn't want to talk to the aliens, and Mortarian didn't want to talk to the aliens.
All that remained was the silvery white suspended in the air and the crackling of lightning.
"All right."
Tarasin spoke softly, and the emerald light shone brightly again in a distorted manner. The Primarch beside him raised its wings again, ready to provide support at any moment.