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"They're after the Lord of the Order of Silence! My lord—we must not let the Lord of the Order of Silence fall into enemy hands. You may not know the true power of Hades, the King of the Underworld. It is his presence that has suppressed this churning subspace; otherwise, this place would have been completely swallowed up by the Eye of Terror long ago."
The mechanical sage opened his hands.
“I received the last words of the Sage Kirkland, my lord. The Eye of Terror we are in now is the border between the human world and hell. The Order of Silence, which came here in the name of the Empire, is trying to seal this place.”
"Now,"
The sage lowered his voice, leaned forward, and boldly used his mechanical arm to shrink the map on the command table. The partial map of the Eye of Fear was shrunk, and the map of the entire empire appeared.
The sage's mechanical arm crudely drew a line across the map.
"My lord, you are unaware of the fact that it is precisely because of the fall of this place that... half of the human empire has now fallen into hell."
Since entering the Eye of Fear, White Scar and Dark Raven have received no further messages from the outside world.
The Khan crossed his arms and frowned. He sternly said...
Do you know what you're saying?! Tarachin!
"Yes, my lord, I know. In the full honor of the great sage Tarasim, I know perfectly well what I am saying."
Tarasin said so.
"I'm here," thought the space necromancer Tarasin. "Don't die here, Hades."
He doesn't like people who break their promises.
But then, Tarachin spared a sliver of his mind to look at the live feed of Kadia in his mind.
grass,
The space tyrant cursed under his breath.
Hades, you're still alive? You're incredibly tough!
The dull, dark clouds responded to him.
Unfortunately, the space necromancers had no souls, so Hades could not respond to Tarachin.
Great!
Chapter 484 Above Kadia
Above Cardia
The 1,953rd.
Angertai muttered to himself, demonic blood and bits of flesh dripping from his deformed, crimson claws. He stared numbly and mechanically at the next demon, a bloated demon with exposed intestines charging toward him.
The blessed son was already familiar with how to deal with this kind of being.
He lunged forward, his spiked shoulder armor plunging into the opponent's swollen belly, plunging him into a sea of pus and flesh. He heard the screams of demons outside, then Angortai pushed upwards, opening his arms and claws—
laugh!
He burst from the demon's corpse, foul-smelling slime raining down. Angertai, devoid of emotion, strode through the demon's screaming head and continued on his way to his next target.
The 1,954th.
Angeltai felt an inexhaustible power within him, a power that originated from the subspace, a fact he was acutely aware of.
Angortai is now neither human nor demon. He has merged with the demon Ram and become a non-human being. He grows within his own scarlet armor, with demonic scales extending from it.
But the strength that kept him from collapsing was not solely given to him by the demon Ram.
The true source of that power is their original form—
Luojia.
Luo Jia stood there, amidst countless corpses, the dark clouds of the site of Hades' fall roaring and churning behind the original body.
The original, however, remained standing.
An ominous, chaotic mist shrouded Luo Jia's gray armor, and blasphemous cracks crawled all over his armor. The eight-pointed star was brutally smeared with black blood on his breastplate, covering up his former glory.
The Primarch had his eyes closed, his face compassionate and serene. Golden threads emerged from his eyes and lips, densely stitching them together.
Tears of pity welled up in Yaojin's tightly closed eyes.
A huge, golden, spiked halo shone from behind his head.
But the most bizarre thing about the Primarch is not these things—
Now, Luo Jia's head is floating quietly on his neck.
The head was only a few fingers' width from the smooth cut of the neck. Golden liquid slowly dripped from the cross-section of the head, splashing onto the cut of the neck with a hissing corrosive sound. Then the light dimmed, and the liquid flowed out from the edge of the neck below.
Like the tears that drip from a burning candle.
The evil aura emanating from the Primarch's body dimmed.
At the same time, dark spikes extended from the neck below, slowly reaching out to pierce the head that neither saw nor spoke.
...At this moment, Luo Jia does not seem like a person, but rather more like something controlled by a quietly floating head.
At the moment of Hades' fall, the Primarch of the Word Bearers plunged his scepter into his throat, sacrificing himself to the God-Emperor.
But at that time, Luo Jia was still partly chaotic, and the faith he embraced was still impure.
Therefore, Luojia's atonement is far from over.
He still needs to fight against the chaos that has taken over his body—as the one who broke the deadlock, as the one who ultimately thwarted the Four Gods' scheme, the curse of the Four Gods against him will never cease.
At this very moment, Orion, are you in pain?
At this moment, Olivier, do you still have a self?
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Primarch, Angeltai, swallow nervously. No matter how many times he looked at him, he would never get used to this Primarch who had become inhuman.
Luo Jia neither looked nor spoke, and Angeltai even doubted for a moment whether his father still had his own independent thoughts.
He simply stood there, fighting against the surging tide of demons.
Beside Luo Jia were his offspring, who had also become unrecognizable—not only Angertai, but also some Word Bearers who had survived. They were the lucky ones who were protected by the Primarch, the God-Emperor, and the Warp.
They, along with Angorte, were possessed by demons. They began to become inhuman, growing scales, tails, and wings, but at the same time, they gained power, the means to stand here.
Perhaps they themselves were the reward for the Primarch's sacrifice.
In his final moments, Luo Jia sacrificed himself, offering his request to the God Emperor in exchange for the survival of the deceased and the eternal existence of humanity.
And they stand here now, fighting to protect the lives of the deceased.
They are guarding the boundary between the [Realm of Understanding] and the [Realm of Chaos and Ignorance].
Before the Guardians of Words stood an endless tide of demons, and behind them lay a scene beyond the comprehension of human imagination.
Centered on the place where the deceased perished, draw an area on the wasteland of Cadia. Within that area, apart from the deceased and the arrow of the four gods, no concept or tangible entity can remain for long.
There is no space, no time, no right or wrong there. Everything is shattered by fierce struggle. They exist briefly, then are erased, and then, in the next flash of light, they may reappear and be created again.
In the vast chaos, if one squints and looks into the distance, in that moment of dazed consciousness, perhaps someone could see the figure kneeling on one knee, with a blurry long pole stuck in the back of that figure.
The pitch-black cracks stretched out in all directions, like white paper being roughly torn apart.
Every now and then, faint white fluorescent dots would drift around the figure, only to disappear abruptly again.
Are those... the souls that are calling out to him, willingly facing eternal death?
They existed there far away, fading into a tiny dot.
Behind Luojia and Huaiyanzhe lies this scene.
Angorte stood at the crossroads of these circumstances, battling the endless tide of demons.
Sometimes, such as when he was vomited on by the Great Impure One or sprayed by Lustful Deity, Angeltai would have a vague thought—were they really guarding the lives of the deceased?
Can the existence behind them—those endless surging demonic tides—truly set foot on them and affect the [deceased]?
he does not know.
But since the Primarch is fighting and leading them against the demonic tide, there is nothing for Angorte to doubt or hesitate about.
Perhaps… Angelte thought, both sides were simply waiting for someone else to break the deadlock; they were stubbornly holding onto this land, just to gain the upper hand.
Or perhaps… Angertai’s gaze once again fell upon the Primarch’s figure who had swung his staff and sent the demon flying. The scene was as bizarre as ever, with Loka’s head flashing with golden light and the Primarch’s blasphemous and brutal body.
Or perhaps, the Primarch simply wanted them to survive, simply wanted the Word Bearers to remain alive, and so he came.
But regardless of the Primarch's origins or the reason for his battle, his most loyal offspring will faithfully remain by his side and fight for him.
Angeltai let out a low growl and charged out again.
The 1,955th.
[The Deceased]... Wake up quickly, end this hellish scene... and atone for their sins.
He was silent.
Yay! That's all!
Chapter 485: Deep Into the Storm
"Gone, gone."
Of the three legions, except for the one that Guilliman said he needed a short period of time to recruit, the other two legions have already embarked on their journey to Cardia.
The old man hunched over, muttering to himself, his cloudy eyes reflecting the azure blue of the Macurag.
"Nothing special, nothing special."
Makado rambled on and on, then paused for a moment, and then burst into laughter.
"……casual."
He put on his hood and stopped looking out the porthole at that beautiful planet.
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Khan looked out the porthole, and the chaotic clouds above Qadia reflected flowing patterns in his eyes. The thick clouds, crackling with electric arcs, obscured all eyes that tried to probe the truth beneath.
Chagatai pondered, still feeling that faint voice calling to him—something familiar was calling to him above Kadia.
The Primarch was currently contemplating his next move, assessing the risks of heading to Cardia. So far, the reconnaissance matrix had not detected any enemies, but according to the words of the Great Sage Tarasin, their enemies were hiding beneath the clouds.
That is an existence within the Eternal Heaven.
The Khan remained silent. The eagle from Chogolis did not believe in the Empire's truth. He had known for a long time that it was a lie, and now the Empire was going to pay the price for that lie.
Fortunately, the children of Chogolis had all learned how to fight wolves from the Eternal Sky.
The balance has been broken.
Khan said, and his words silenced Kolac for a moment; his younger brother seemed not to understand his words.
Khan explained simply,
The world we live in, and the Eternal Heaven—which should have been a balanced cycle—has now been disrupted. Two opposing forces are colliding here, which is why you and I feel uneasy.
Corax spoke in a hoarse voice,
This doesn't sound like something out of the Imperial Truth.
The Khan looked up, and his gaze briefly clashed with the raven's pure black eyes in the air. The Khan laughed, straightened his body, and the fur draped over him rustled.
Do you believe in the truth of the Empire?
Corax's pure black eyes lowered, but quickly lifted again.
They said I needed a letter.
However—nobody cares whether I believe it or not.
Corax gave a slightly tired smile.
I don't think this will affect our upcoming battle. I know what you want me to realize, brother. I can feel their blasphemous aura. My legion and I are ready.
Khan stared at Kolacs, and Kolacs stared back at him.
The two Primarchs were merely nodding acquaintances in their daily lives, but in reality, Chagatai Khan and Horus were close friends—while Korax harbored deep hatred for Horus.
Especially after the Battle of Gate 42, a battle that nearly brought Horus and Corax to the brink of collapse.
If it were a Primarch with a violent temper, a disagreement would likely escalate into an argument, but at this moment, one of those present was Khan, and the other was Korakx.