Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 711 159. Numerical Strangeness

"False Emperor, what the hell is that?"

The Chaos Power, the Great Plunderer Ezekiel Abaddon exclaimed, his eyelids twitching uncoordinatedly as he stared intently at the images sent back from the battleship ahead.

Beside him, Khayon, who had just finished casting a spell, also felt some inexplicable pressure. The residual heat of the psychic energy quickly faded from his hand armor. The psychic trembled and uttered half a syllable.
“Ming…Ming…”

Khayon could not continue, the blood quickly faded from his face, and he stared at the screen closely - the whole Baal was shaking.

Baal is glowing—the bells in the church are ringing, stones are peeling off the faces of the sculptures, and the warm golden light is like a veil, lightly enveloping all living things.

If we only look at this point, then the current scene will probably be praised by the state religion as the manifestation of the God Emperor.

But clearly there is more than that...something more terrifying and violent is surging beneath Baal.

The shrill blood energy was like a knife, breaking out of the ground and towering like a mountain. The impact cloud caused by its whistling was enough to be observed in the space. It was like the sound of trillions of evil spirits screaming together. Abaddon seemed to hear their roars and blood seemed to flow in his ears.

A monster, a monster that has been imprisoned for thousands of years, is trying to return to the ground. It stretches out its tentacles and tries to touch the sun.

He knew that it was the psychic power of the fallen Sanguinius, the Lord of Blood and Lust, and this was exactly what Abaddon the Despoiler wanted.

But the following scene made him feel pale and powerless.

Amorphous darkness emerged from the depths of the earth and quickly covered the bloody bones like a winding vine. Billions of wronged souls with blood cried out in unison, but it sounded more like the wails before death.

In front of the pitch-black river, the blood and energy that broke through the earth's crust also seemed futile and powerless.

"A monster. An absolute monster."

Abaddon said that he felt his scalp tingling and his high ponytail tightened. He seemed to remember the scene in the Eye of Terror, but that existence at that time was relying on the technology of the Undead.

...Can the Lord of Greed and Infinity achieve this by himself now?
Is he going to be an enemy of...this kind of existence?

This is simply the intensity of chaos - but far worse than that, a real, true chaos is walking the world.

In other words, that is the chaos of the physical world.

Next to the silent Abaddon, the shocked and silent Khayon spoke. At this moment, Abaddon respected Khayon because he knew that as a psychic, Khayon would receive a much heavier impact than him.

"You...are you still planning to go?"

Khayon said casually,

"Why don't we just wait and see how the Blood Lord performs? You are familiar with this kind of thing."

Abaddon was silent for a moment and clenched his fist. Now one of the powerful Chaos had fallen, and the remaining Chaos... as long as the Lord of Greed and Infinity was there, the Chaos might not be a match for the Empire.

But he wasn't going to run away now.

On the day when Slaanesh disappeared, he kept his troops in place in order to see the situation clearly. But at this moment, if he did not act, he would only be able to passively accept the enemy in the future.

Moreover, Abaddon could predict that the subspace that excluded the Lord of Greed would become their real base in the future.

That existence completely reversed the situation, and the reality of the subspace invading the physical world is about to end. If the Empire wins another great victory in this battle, then the physical world will invade the subspace in the future.

"go."

A high Gothic word, with a powerful punch.

Abaddon clenched his fist.

"After the fall of Slaanesh, all the creatures in the Warp and all the psionic species have known who their real enemy is. Now is the time for us to gather our troops. We need to come forward and tell the other beings lurking in the darkness that there is a third party fighting against him."

Ka Yang beside him was silent for a moment in surprise, then clapped twice.

"Okay, then I'll open the teleport for you - the greenskins have just boarded over."

Abaddon's aura suddenly froze for a moment.

Although this was the plan to let the greenskins go first, after he made up his mind, he was overtaken by the greenskins, which was a bit weird.

"Not urgent."

Abaddon said as he looked back at the screen. In just one minute, the situation on Baal had changed dramatically.

"Let the Blood Lord's warriors drink their fill of blood in the main battlefield. We will be responsible for the long-range fleet battles that the Blood Lord dislikes."

The darkness reflected in Abaddon's pupils -

More black mist emerged and attached itself to its target with ease. The towering mountains of blood began to collapse, melting much faster than ice cream in the summer.

It just tastes a bit weird.

Hades thought, his eyes fixed on the Iron Maiden in the center of the altar.

The silent and downcast statue was shaking violently. The chains binding the Iron Maiden broke one by one, and messy and dirty blood feathers were randomly sticking out from the cracks in the metal.

【The last three seals! 】

Angron shouted from the side of the altar, holding his battle axe and pausing in front of the chains burning with golden flames. Even if Angron didn't open it now, it would only be a matter of time before Sanguinius broke free.

At the other end, it was Waldo who was guarding the altar and preparing for the detention ceremony. The guards were silent and did not seem to intend to participate in the battle.

Angron felt nauseous as he looked at Hades, who was facing the prison coffin of Sanguinius, but the battle-hardened Primarch suppressed the urge to vomit.

The humanoid figure suspended in the air was slowly dropping droplets of black water, with a silver sickle hanging down. Behind him extended a huge black tree that penetrated the ceiling and the ground, and fine dark lines densely climbed on the ceiling.

[Is it harder than you thought? ] Mortarion, who was also flying in the air beside Hades, asked. The Primarch looked up at the ceiling thoughtfully.

"His psychic energy is connected to the entire psychic layer of Baal."

Hades said,

"The golden energy layer that enveloped Baal just now has undergone a partial change - it has directly transformed into corrupted energy. I can roughly understand why."

Mortarion paused for a moment.

[The power that imprisoned Sanguinius's corrupted psychic energy was not actually the psychic energy of the Lord of Humanity. 】

The Primarch said,
【It is Sanguinius's own.】

"I don't understand the psychic thing."

Hades said,

"But I know that I have to take care of both battlefields. I have roughly covered the entire psychic layer of Baal."

Hades will now deal with the corrupted parts first, preventing them from seeping out of the earth's crust, and try his best to prevent the underground battle from affecting the surface.

The best-case scenario for the surface is a major earthquake.

The strata of Baal are now quite chaotic, with both the magnetic and psychic fields in disarray, and the connection with the ground has been cut off.

【I suggest——】Let Guilliman go up.

But Mortarion's words were drowned out by the screams and cracking of metal.
The pupils of the Pale Lord suddenly shrank, and before he could react, the existence beside him shot out like a bullet!
And came up empty-handed.

"What the hell??!"

Hades' voice came from the other side of the altar, echoing in the crypt, and he did not seem to brake.

clang--! ! !
The empty, rusty iron maiden fell to the ground.

【above!】

The Lord of Red Sand's words sounded at the right time, and Mortarion reacted instinctively at the same time, subconsciously raising his scythe and arm to block.

throat! ! !
Mortarion, who was flying in the air, was suddenly kicked backwards, and his scales and feathers were dancing in the air.

The sound of metal hitting metal pierced his soul. In the gap between the gauntlet and the scythe, a bloody claw was trembling and reaching forward, reaching towards Mortarion's eyes.

Mortarion's pupils trembled as he saw cracks beginning to spread on the sickle - were this birdman's bones so damn hard?

+You don't smell wonderful, my brother.+
Wen Lang's provocative words fell lightly into Mortarion's ears. Mortarion suddenly turned his wrist to relieve the force. The huge force pressing on him suddenly dissipated. The bloody being kicked hard and used the force to rise high again.

【cough! 】

Mortarion vomited up ashes, and Sanguinius kicked him in the front where Angron had kicked him in the back.

It's been a thousand years... Why does Sanguinius feel more powerful than before?
His bloodshot eyes were spinning, and unbearable hunger was surging in his throat. He felt the pain was unbearable, difficult to control, and difficult to suppress. Only blood could nourish his dry soul.

In the darkness high up in the empty cave, the Lord of Blood and Desire hovered in the air, the fangs on his lips flashing with biting coldness, uneasy restlessness and coldness appeared on one person at the same time.

The black wings soaked in coagulated blood flapped, the feathers were in disarray, and blood fell with every flap.

Sanguinius slowly and methodically grasped the sharp thorn that pierced his wrist, and the thorn covered with blood and rust was pulled out and thrown to the ground casually.

Mortarion was not a very good choice - Sanguinius doubted whether he actually had blood.

what……

Sanguinius thought, looking at Angron, Guilliman and Valdor who had gathered on the ground.

He was not afraid of them, nor did he even take them seriously - Sanguinius knew that he was far superior to them in strength and agility, and he was known for his absolute self-confidence and self-knowledge.

As early as the Great Crusade, before the fall of Sanguinius, he was the gap in combat power among the Primarchs. But now he has fallen, after absorbing thousands of years of faith, fermenting thousands of years of sin, and abandoning all his conscience -

He once again became the supreme one.

+You guys…+
Sanguinius said, his wings turning, almost moving in sync with his mind.

+It's ridiculous.+
He was so fast that only the nerves around Angron and Guilliman's eyes could react. Sanguinius bared his fangs and stabbed down -

+Ahem!!!+
Sanguinius, who was flying in the air, was interrupted and appeared to be broken in the middle, like a bird with broken wings.

Hades performs a [Flying Kick].

"Do you know what it means to make a nest?!"

Hades roared.

"caught you!"

Now, Sanguinius' soul throbbed for blood. There was nothing else in the vampire's eyes at this moment. The drug addict would not care about the gun against his forehead. He only wanted that mouthful of nectar.

He completely ignored the biggest threat, so Hades' [Stealth], which had not been effective for thousands of years, was activated again in a delicate situation.

When he didn't make a disgusted expression in Hades' direction first, Hades knew that Sanguinius was probably ignoring him.

No psychic creature would ignore him, and no enemy psychic creature would not target him first - unless... unless he was not discovered.

(End of this chapter)