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Out of the corner of its eye, it caught a glimpse of a terrifying figure approaching. Darkness enveloped everything. No, not yet, Vashtor thought. This was a scare tactic; in reality, there was still some distance to go.
A blasphemous steel behemoth rose up, and behind the Iron Warriors' position, the Word Bearers began to chant. Vashtor swung his staff once more, and beside Peturabo and Fenus, space began to distort, and explosive psionic energy gathered, as if it would explode at any moment.
Vashtor opened his mouth, preparing to sing—
Hades raised his hand, but it was too late. He needed to get closer, much closer!
Silver gathered in his palm, and lightning swept aside his disheveled hair—
Whoosh! ! !
A silver rainbow stretches across ten thousand miles!
A spear made of silver metal pierced through the steel body. Time seemed to stand still. Vashtor spread its steel wings wide, its body trembling awkwardly in the air. A sharp spear pierced through its collarbone and emerged from under its thigh.
The powerful arc of electricity on it seemed to have just dissipated.
+Luo——+
Vashtor's scream was cut short in mid-air. The space around him suddenly exploded, darkness instantly engulfed everything, and the deafening crash of heavy objects hitting each other could be clearly heard throughout the battlefield!
At that moment, apart from the two Primarchs, everyone, all the Great Demons, froze for a split second. A monstrous wave of unbearable pressure surged from their souls, overwhelming them. All living beings stood trembling, desperately craving air, their gazes fixed on the horizon—
boom! ! !
A mountain of smoke exploded on the horizon, and something unbelievable crashed to the earth—
Vashtor let out a gurgling dying sound, its hideous head pressed against the ground, crushed by a heavy object, its grotesque claws gripping its neck tightly.
A soft cracking sound rang out, as if something was splitting open.
A drop of silvery-white liquid mixed with blood dripped onto Vashtor's face, sliding down his rough features.
Vashtor stared incredulously at the face shrouded in darkness; its pupils trembled, yet it grew increasingly powerless.
Those inhuman eyes were staring at it, blood gushing from Hades' mouth, countless lightning-like black cracks climbing up Hades' face, sliding down his neck and into his body beneath the Terminator armor.
The wounds caused by forcibly breaking through space seemed to have been dried by lightning, leaving only a pure black abyss that resembled a flat surface.
But like the dent when a container is about to break, something even more terrifying and dark peeked out from the shell called "Hades," coldly and mercilessly looking at Vashtor, who was being strangled by Hades.
At that moment, Vashtor was certain that the monster pressing down on it had lost all reason; this was the inevitable price it had to pay for learning to break through space.
Power made it lose its reason.
Or rather, it is left with only the purest cruelty, the purest essence.
"Why aren't you dead yet?"
It murmured to itself, the red light staring at Vashtor, even looking at its own hand with a puzzled expression, as if defying the common sense ingrained in its very bones.
Vastor groaned as if suffocating; the few divine attributes it had forcibly acquired were rapidly dissipating—no, no…
Its mechanical limbs struggled on the ground, slapping against the shore like a dead fish. Black tides washed ashore, and it was pinned to the other side of death by the most terrifying monster.
+……Luo…Jia. +
Vashtor called out, and in the distance, Ingerser suddenly splashed blood onto the magic circle. After a long silence, Luo Jia pulled down the lever in his hand—
Above Kadia, the black stone obelisk emitted a violent hum, and four colors flashed from the top of the tower, accompanied by a frenzied madness!
On the wasteland, all the black stone obelisks began to tremble, a profound resonance emanating from the depths of the earth, and countless arcs of electricity swirled around each obelisk.
Within the area where the Steel Hand was stationed, beneath the black stone obelisk tower shrouded in a misty black fog, the Soulless Ones stationed there suddenly coughed up blood, blood flowing from their seven orifices, and slowly knelt on the ground, trembling.
"no no……"
A male soulless being lay limp on the ground, his brown eyes staring helplessly at the tower that was reversing its polarity on its own. He slowly crawled to the control panel of the black stone obelisk, but watched in vain as it all happened.
"...Pluto."
A mocking voice exploded in his ears, and the soulless man's head slumped down, never to be raised again.
Similar scenes unfolded beneath countless towers, as psionic energy gathered with ever-increasing ferocity, unleashing a colossal psionic storm that swept across the heavens toward the front lines of the battle.
Hades, kneeling on Vashtor, let out a shrill scream. Vashtor, suppressed by Hades' dark aura and unable to move, witnessed the entire process—
Why didn't he try to protect himself?!
Time is always the most precious thing. Hades' dark cloak, composed of black domains, suddenly extended, dripping with black and silvery blood. Hades roared, and the darkness suddenly expanded tenfold, a hundredfold! Yet its profundity remained undiminished!
The River Styx was boiling, its embrace from Hades enveloping every loyal human soul. The sages trembled and knelt, immersing themselves in the supreme silence of the river, praying for the well-being of the gods as if surrendering all their souls.
The Iron Hands stared in disbelief, not understanding what had happened, but each of them heard the sound of blood dripping, their souls trembling with a deep, unwavering respect for the mighty one.
But these weak beliefs were utterly insufficient to withstand the massive waves emanating from the warp!
As if hearing the agonizing struggle of something called Hades, Fenus, who was battling in the raging wind, subtly shifted his attention for a moment. A bloodthirsty glint appeared in Perturabo's eyes, and with a psychic shriek, the light in his eyes grew ever brighter—
Perturab struck with tremendous force, blood splattering everywhere, and Phenus let out a shriek like a wounded beast—
A massive wave of psionic energy crashed down, and Vashtor's chest heaved violently as if it had just learned to breathe again. Its power was released once more from the cage suppressed by the Dark Domain, and it struggled to crawl away from the monster—
It did it!
Out of the corner of Vashtor's eye, the being called Hades appeared as if he were dead, kneeling there blankly, staring at the feast prepared for him.
Like an old, faded sculpture, skin peels off Hades' face, cracks extending and revealing a dark base.
Hades seemed to be dead.
In the utter silence, Vashtor laughed incredulously, seemingly bewildered by the shock and unable to comprehend what was happening.
But the Lord of the Furnace could sense the re-condensation of that divine essence, the parts that Hades had tried to plunder.
Faith doesn't work anymore, does it?
Vashtor thought, "Those rejected by the gods can no longer use the Dark Domain, which means Hades is finished!"
It was staring there—
The silvery-white liquid metal beneath Hades' feet shimmered and surged. After Hades released the Black Domain, this silvery-white and pale green power re-converged beneath him.
Silvery white energy climbed upwards, covering the body that was a mix of black and blood red, and pale green arcs of electricity lit up—
The tidal waves surged and crashed, and from within them rose the form of a dragon.
A horn of the Void Dragon has descended upon the world.
People stared up at the sky in disbelief. In the almost materialized ocean of colored psychic energy, a silver deity rose from the ground and anchored itself in the last physical sanctuary of this region.
The dragon roared and charged toward Vashtor.
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Chapter 412 The Iron Holy War (Part 2)
The eyes of fear are shrieking.
A deafening roar echoed through the galaxy, warp churned, towering waves surged, and oceans of different psionic energies collided, unleashing monstrous surges—
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!!!
The first scream was heard from the strange maze, the birds in the garden flew away in fright, the blood pool surged, and lingering chants were heard from the deep bank.
The Eye of Fear suddenly widened, and the psionic rift, like a bloody gash from the eye's fissure, surged forth from its depths, surging with an ominous tide.
The overwhelming psionic energy crashed into the roaring, silvery-white behemoth, and dazzling, eerie white waves surged, instantly engulfing everything!
A massive wave suddenly engulfed Hades, who was rushing towards Vashtor!
After the furious roar, Vashtor was fortunate enough to see the horrific figure being swept away by the tide.
boom!
Vashtor crashed into the black stone obelisk with a thud. It slid down slowly, the fire in the hearth burning dimly, while anger and resentment climbed up like worms that gnawed at the bone.
He leaned against the black obelisk, breathing hoarsely. At this moment, Kadia could almost be described as having disappeared into the vast ocean of the warp.
Vashtor felt all of this; Chaos was generously bestowing power and authority upon it, which was not what Vashtor wanted—it should not be bestowal, but cooperation.
But at this moment, it has no choice!
Vashtor didn't even know where these fundamental forces of mechanics and research came from!
It stared intently at the churning waves of psionic energy, which resembled a nebula from the warp crashing directly onto the wasteland of Kadia.
Amidst the vast, chaotic waves, faint arcs of pale green electricity flickered.
A roar of extreme pain and extreme anger came from the waves stirred up by the four gods.
Vashtor took a deep breath and forced itself to sit up. A silver collar was gleaming around the neck that Hades had just grabbed.
Vashtor hated all of this.
+Petulabo,+
Vashtor muttered to himself, this should have been its backup plan, not something it used now.
In the pact with the Four Gods, Vashtor held a share of "Peturabo".
The Four Gods allowed Vashtor to restrict the first person to betray them through its contract.
Vashtor originally... originally looked forward to a grander, more distant future.
But now, a hissing sound came from Vashtor's throat, and it almost spoke through gritted teeth.
Peturabo, now is the time to pay the penalty.
However, amidst the surging waves, the heavy breathing of the two Primarchs clashed with the clang of their weapons, and Vashtor's words seemed like empty words, receiving no response.
Vashtor's body stiffened abruptly.
How could this be?! How could this be?!
Peturabo! What on earth did he do?!
Anger, a flame of deception, ignited around Vashtor, as if it were a victim who had only just realized how fooled it had all been.
It roared angrily toward Perturabo, and the Lord of the Forge spread its wings amidst the waves, beginning to grow enormous once more—
That chaotic and immense power, that power that had overdrawn the future and the past, that was filled with absolute malice, was being generously paid for by the warp.
Vashtor roared, its heavy steel wings beating against the air as it rose into the sky, lightning stained with ominous bloodlust coiling around it, accompanied by sharp cables twisting and turning like pythons.
Faint prayers drifted from the billowing mist, but they were not the desperate cries of someone calling upon Hades.
Amidst the mist, the shadowy figure of the Black Mechanicus, shrouded in flesh and blood and ominous psychic energy, vaguely appeared.
Although it was just a phantom, its very existence spoke volumes—
In the future, it will have a place in Vashtor!
Flames spewed from the abomination furnace, the craftsman's hammer gleamed with swirling bloody energy, and something heavy pressed down on its slowly rising body.
+Petulabo...traitor!!! +
Vashtor roared, extending its sharp, craftsman's claws, the tips of which pointed straight at Peturabo.
+You have no idea what you've done!! I curse you, you will pay the price!!! +
However, amidst the surging waves, a sudden burst of green electric arcs silenced Vashtor. It raised its warhammer and chanted a spell to summon power. In the distance, the colors of the Word Bearer's armor emerged from the mist.
On the desolate plains of Kadia, the demon army and the Word Bearers embarked on the most chaotic front lines.
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The dragon let out a painful roar as it weaved through the billowing fog, the white mist obscuring its vision from both the sky above and the ground below.
Hades spewed out extremely cold metallic vapor from his mouth, and lightning bolts swirled around him like imprisoned beasts, dancing violently.
His senses, which had once been enveloped in darkness, were now obscured, but the relentless, verdant lightning replaced them, greedily and endlessly extending outwards.
He saw corpses, millions of soulless corpses.
From the thick fog, the screams of countless strange creatures could be heard.
Crimson, eerie blue, alluring purple, decaying green—the demonic army from chaos stands on the other side of the mist.
Come here... come here... come here, fight him!!!
Hades thought to himself, and as he raised his hand, space began to distort, and silvery fragments peeled from his palm—
boom! ! !