bookbashuk Page 401
Page 401
Even if he could suppress the [Dead], it would mean being injured—moreover, the Netway is also a subspace device.
At this moment, injury means death—the other gods are all eyeing him covetously.
This kind of approach... this kind of self-destructive technique, the emperor could only think of this.
The other gods wouldn't allow it to do that... It was intentional.
It was intentional!
Even with the candlelight blazing, an unfathomable shadow loomed over the emperor's face, leaving only his gleaming golden eyes burning with fierce rage.
At this moment, the Lord of Humanity seemed to feel the same rage that the Four Gods felt when he fed the [Dead].
Tzeentch!!!
The roar of the Lord of Mankind sent ripples through the warp.
From beginning to end, the Demon Lord of Myriad Transformations cooperated with the Lord of Humanity in feeding the monster, making it powerful enough to harm any one of them.
This is the true purpose of the Myriad Transformations Demon Lord!
Tzeentch, who loves change, is even willing to risk his own annihilation!
If the Star Torch continues to burn, the shadow of the dead could reach Terra at any moment; but if the Star Torch is extinguished, the already precarious empire will fall apart even further.
No matter what the emperor chooses, the empire will bleed.
In a daze, the Emperor seemed to hear a gloating shriek coming from the subspace.
A raging darkness surged forth from beneath the feet of the Lord of Mankind, its edges gleaming with gold, rising slowly with the Emperor's increasingly furious breaths... Tzeentch... How dare it... How dare it?!
As the [Dead One] entered the Eye of Terror, the warp within the Eye of Terror severed the Emperor's connection with his finger bone.
Of course, even if the Emperor did not lose connection with his finger bone, he would no longer easily deplete his faith power. He needed power now—which was right at the juncture between man and god.
He could sense that the power of faith, coming from the subspace and from the future, was far more intense than he had anticipated.
Something darker is expanding; how dare it… The deceased belong to humanity, to the empire; only humanity can accept the deceased, yet it…
A powerful pressure began to descend, and the small, secret room seemed to tremble—
The emperor closed his eyes, and after a moment, everything returned to calm.
Don't be impatient.
The Emperor turned away in silence. The generals and kings on the chessboard could not be moved easily. He would devote himself to the construction of the network. Once the network was completed, the journey from Terra to other planets could begin.
He left the Great Expedition to build the Network, a decisive move.
only……
I hope the rest of you are all well.
[The Deceased]...The Emperor thought to himself, wake up as soon as possible, wake up as soon as possible!
On the day Pluto fell, the starlight was extinguished.
But Tzeentch was far more insane than the Emperor had imagined.
----------
Hrafinkel
[Damn it, by the Father above—you're saying the starlight has gone out?]
The Wolf King stepped forward, cursing and swearing. He frowned and stared incredulously out the porthole. In the turbulent waves of the subspace, he could not see the location of the Star Torch.
What does the navigator say?
The mortal crew members stepped forward and told the wolf king in detail about the navigator's collapse—as of now, the survival rate of their navigators was about ten to one.
The wolf king lowered his head and cursed again.
Where are we closest now? Our voyage has only just begun; can we return to Terra?
Ruth gripped the axe at his waist, his fangs bared. Unsurprisingly, Ruth knew he was in big trouble on his ship; there was a high chance this voyage would end in disaster.
But he didn't expect it to be about Terra.
No, Ruth thought, with the Father on Terra, Starbeam would be fine—this was likely the Father's plan, but if the Father hadn't informed him before their departure, then something unexpected must have happened.
The best course of action now is to return to Terra and see what has happened.
But his navigator, who was still alive, told him that this was no longer feasible; his poor, eccentric crew needed rest before they could recalibrate the course for the Wolf King.
[Little guy, where is the fleet closest now?]
Russ exhaled heavily; the wolf king's keen intuition told him that it was not advisable to linger in the warp at this moment.
Unexpectedly, he received an answer.
Now, the Space Wolves' fleet has just anchored near their home planet Fenris.
Okay, let's dock! Let's dock!
The wolf king cried out.
--------
small theater:
Oh, he looks exactly like his big red cub!
+You guys should have seen the look of rage on his face. He was so close—my God, guys, so close—we wouldn't have had to work so hard! +
+They're all beings from the subspace—does he think he's special? Does he think he can escape punishment?!
Oh—my dear, future Dark Lord, watch closely!
"+—Pluto! Look here! Pluto! Come here! Good boy—come here quickly!!"
Hahahaha!
This volume is shorter, that's all for today... I'm taking a break...
I've been incredibly busy lately, teaching seven days a week, and they're all demanding professional courses and lab classes that I can't take lightly. My condition has been rather poor, please forgive me.
Chapter 472 Fenris is a deep pool; you can't handle it.
Fenris
Magnus, the Red Devil, was pushed and shoved off the ship by the wolf cubs.
The moment Magnus's feet touched the hard, cold earth of Fenris,
As if struck by lightning, the Crimson Sinner shuddered violently.
Even after both of his eyes were sacrificed, Magnus immediately sensed that something was wrong with the planet.
...This planet...this planet is alive!
In an instant, Magnus felt as if he were standing on a huge eyeball staring at him.
This is so weird!
The Crimson Sinner trembled, frozen in place. Fenris's abundant, unfamiliar psionic energy made it difficult for him to move, and a stinging pain began to pierce his neck.
Seeing that Magnus had stopped moving, the space wolves around him immediately began to whine menacingly.
Not far away, Wolf Dynasty, who had been supervising the transfer of Red Devil Magnus, spat on the ground.
The wolf king was squatting on the ground, one hand supporting him and his heel dangling in the air. Beside him, a group of wolf lords were in the same position, squatting in a circle, discussing something.
Ruth stood up casually, dusted the mud off his hands, and walked towards Magnus.
Magnus was now wearing a collar that suppressed psychic energy. This collar, a special collar for the Crimson Demon, was much larger than that of ordinary psychic collars. It almost filled Magnus's neck, so heavy that the Crimson Sinner had to tilt its head back. Its inward spikes were constantly injecting psychic-suppressing agents into Magnus.
Magnus had the same shackles on his wrists and ankles.
This is why the wolves can now move Magnus more easily; that damned psionicist can no longer use his prized sorcery.
On the wolf king's waist, nestled among the thick, gray mane, besides the greasy wine cup, there was a dim eye, faintly visible amidst the wolf's fur.
Lemanrus walked over, spat on the ground again, and casually drew his battle axe with one hand.
Magnus,
The wolf king poked Magnus's collar with his axe, trying to make the sinner behave; blood seeped from beneath the collar.
You'd better not try anything more—just be your blind slave.
Magnus gasped; the wolf king's words pulled him from his brief state of spiritual vision.
【Something is wrong here!】
Magnus spoke incoherently.
[Where—where am I?! Kadia?! No, no, no, where am I?! Wolf King—you didn't follow the flight path!]
Without the slightest hesitation, the wolf king kicked Magnus directly. Magnus staggered forward a few steps, then regained his footing in the snow.
[Where am I? Answer my question, Lemanrus!]
Fenris!
The wolf king roared, striding forward angrily, spewing rage from his mouth. He grabbed Magnus by the collar and slammed him backward!
This time, Magnus had a close encounter with the earth of Fenris.
Lemanrus grinned, revealing a defiant smile.
Welcome to Fenris—my home planet. Now, I'm going to throw you into the darkest, coldest cellar in Fenris!
Magnus struggled haphazardly out of the snow.
That's not what I meant! Something's not right here! We shouldn't have come here—
Something's not right here? You're using your damn prophecy again?
In the complete darkness, Magnus realized with horror that the wolf king had stopped, followed by the sound of metal clashing.
Magnus suddenly realized he shouldn't have done that, but this planet was too eerie! Magnus had never seen such an eerie place before!
This planet—it possesses an extremely strange psionic energy network, yet it differs from the laws governing the flow of energy in the warp! It is independent, with its own set of laws.
In other words, this place is dangerous for psionicists!
If it were the Magnus of the past, he would have been eager to explore this unknown territory, but now he just wanted to find a place to be alone—he didn't want anything else to happen!
Magnus trembled as he struggled to back away in the snow.
No, that's not what I meant.
Magnus gritted his teeth and said,
[I just... this place isn't friendly to psykers! The Wolf King just warned me!]
Russ looked down at Magnus in silence, the battle axe in his hand casting a silvery line in the wolf moonlight.
It looked like an executioner measuring something.
Finally, Lemanrus swayed, and his reckless voice rang out again.
[Respect Fenris, my brother; it will not do anything to the visitors.]
The wolf king bared his teeth and spoke, his voice booming and echoing across the snowy plains of Fenris Asaheim.
Asaheim, the only stable, immovable continent in Fenris.
The wolf king's howl sounded like a vow, and for a moment, Magnus felt that Riemann's words weren't directed at him.
Listen up! Magnus, you are unarmed, yet you have come to this continent with me—the King of Fenris!
In the blizzard, you only seek a brief respite; as soon as the storm stops, you leave immediately.
You promise you will not bring bloodshed—then, according to the law, you will be accepted here; otherwise, their fates will be shrouded in gloom!
The wolf king's footsteps shakily echoed as he walked to Magnus, who was lying in the snow, bewildered and unable to comprehend what had happened.
Magnus, tell me what you promised above.
A threatening whisper and snoring sounded.
I promise!
Magnus immediately shouted it out, and strangely enough, at the very moment he uttered those words, the Crimson Sinner felt that the wind blowing against his skin was no longer so cold and biting.