Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

Morse has never tried to break into the luxurious palace surrounded by rings, and he does not intend to try this time - in fact, he does not know where the Lord of Paradise's pleasure is.

So he decided to solve the problem from the core area where the real universe was undergoing changes, that is, the palace of Lokos. Many scents gathered there, and he had smelled enough depravity.

If he could avoid entering the ocean, the curtain that cut off reality and the invisible sea would be directly stabilized, and he wouldn't have to waste any more energy.

Before Morse left for the palace, which was made of marble and gold, another ongoing event attracted his attention.

He had no scruples in radiating all his annoyance at being interrupted on the long prince who was too tired to lift and had to drag him to the ground. The specific form was to kick the bastard thing's spine in half.

The chuckle that lingered around my ears flowed away like fine sand, and the rusty smell brought by the dripping blood gradually became stronger.

"What kind of important instrument are you, kid?" Morse murmured softly.

The attention that some things paid to Perturabo seemed to be bizarre. He had never seen the thousands of voices behind the curtain consuming power in the real universe in such a concerted manner.

Then, a possibility that was so bad that even if the four wills came at the same time would not be as terrible as this, finally stubbornly poked out from the corner of his subconsciously ignored thinking and came into his consciousness.

He wouldn't really be doing it for that guy...

Morse gritted his teeth and cursed at the Seat of Bones with rage.

damn it……

Over tens of thousands of years he had collected so many obscenities that he even compiled a thick catalog of them in his mind. He poured out his simple attacks along the self-directed list.

Of course, the words used are not words that can be used for secular communication.

The runes were invisibly released from the black Greek toga. A language older than the old night was the basis for its survival to this day. People once used it to spread their name, so their language was disrupted.

Conceptual blood overflowed from the corner of Morse's mouth. This was not a physical loss that quickly became imperceptible to the naked eye in the real universe.

His defense was so effective that the noise in his ears was almost inaudible. However, he knows that for the gods in the vast ocean, there is one thing they often cannot learn, and that is to stop losses in time.

He needed to conserve some of his strength for their coming and the stability of the veil here.

The next moment Morse appeared at the side gate of the Lokos capital, and several of the soldiers under the prince's command who were opening the well-defended heavy doors to allow other countries' troops to enter quietly fell to the ground in an instant.

After a brief inspection, Morse destroyed their forms.

Even the Lord of Darkness will not waste his blessings on any vulgar soul who worships under its veil.

Harkon has made full preparations for this treason and usurpation of power. The plan is likely to start with Kaldis murdering the messenger: they cannot fail to know that this will first attract Perturabo, who is currently in the limelight in Olympia, and He is far superior to the spears and spears of all countries' technological level. 6̳̳

The subsequent escape made others relax their vigilance, which was more conducive for him to meet with the support of other countries and divine religions outside Lokos, where the army was relatively empty, and cooperated with the responders in the capital inside and outside to control the situation and attack the core of power. place.

Considering the limitations of Harkon's own abilities, Morse had to believe that the cult had contributed a lot to it.

And regardless of whether this rebellion was a little favored by the Lord of Colors from the beginning, the current rebel group is obviously inseparable from the power of Chaos.

So it’s good to kill them all.

Prince Morse temporarily found a steeple to hang on the top, freeing his hands to speed up the action.

His already pitiful patience wore out faster than the life of the fallen. The number of relatively cumbersome regular psychic uses was gradually reduced, and more and more obscure and difficult-to-understand pronunciations that were almost unimaginable that humans could produce were directly passed through the most basic encoding. Lift the foundation of reality.

Thirty minutes later, Morse decided to give up his throat temporarily - when a series of mysterious sounds shook his vocal cords and caused the torn throat to recover, he could no longer say one more word. The key holders, attendants, craftsmen, cooks, sweepers, and even high-ranking courtiers, aides, doctors, judges, and writers who were connected to this rebellion all turned into blood from the inside out, and their blood was ignited with a golden glow. The fire of nothingness, the outer ring of illusory flames, and the swaying light and shadow have countless evil souls screaming to death.

All the night watchmen in the ten bell towers of Lokos died at the same time. The oil lamp held by one of them shines on the wooden steps of the bell tower.

The summer of this year was particularly dry, and the bell tower was only half-renovated during last week's renovation due to miscalculations in material distribution. The fire on the wick burned to the bell tower itself, and the structure of wood and stone began to collapse.

This cleanup was not limited to the capital city of Lokos. It crossed numerous mountains and ridges. On the surface of the entire planet, wherever there were people, there were dead people who suddenly fell to the ground.

These phenomena caused exclamations and panic everywhere, and countless people screamed and howled. Half of the planet's night and the other half's day were filled with the thought of being slapped into eternal death. Fallen traitor.

Extreme fear and anger are spreading like a disaster in Olympia. Such an emotional wave is enough to make any unborn person salivate. However, the part of the compound generated instructions used to fight against the erosion of the supreme sky is like a steel anchor deep in the wave, which will Further detection of the Destroying Power blocks.

The twinkling of stars in the sky became more and more obvious, and in the deepest darkness of the vast darkness, there were endless voices laughing with joy at the price that a small chess piece added to the chessboard. The chess pieces move around, the chips increase, and everything changes endlessly.

The most favorable condition for Morse now is the relatively superior environment in all aspects of Olympia, which has not been particularly favored in the endless years of the past: there is no excessively intense war, no harmony to keep warm thoughts and desires, no technology Excessive desire has no rotten and corrupted foundation.

The planet is far enough away from the borders of the Veil to limit the wide-scale intrusion of the forces of Chaos.

Within Morse's field of vision, blood, fire, and smoke were appearing from multiple directions.

The time has come when the sun will rise from the sky, but the sun is still dark, and the moon is bleeding visions, and things have changed greatly.

The dazzling palace, full of gold, silver and jade, is located in the center of all the hallucinations. Before entering the hall, Morse finally made up his mind and made his last preparation.

He returned to his workshop and removed the white cloth to reveal the stone statue he had carved over the years.

Before Perturabo came into the world, he spent three years carving the old image. After the child came to him, the statue was re-engraved, and another ten years passed. This is the most appropriate moment.

At that time, he just wanted to make a piece of art, so he deliberately avoided all the details related to occultism, but if he wanted to make up for it, it would be easy.

He pressed his fingertips on the surface of the statue, and fragments of the stone flew into the air. In an instant, all the emblems and images were related to the objects represented by the statue. All the sigils on the blade of the sword he held were carved again, leaving only the last An unfinished rune.

If completed, this blade will light up extremely brightly, like a lighthouse beacon in the night ocean, running through the stars, clearly marking a guiding path.

Morse took out the long sword from the statue's hand, and took the long prince from the previous steeple, and walked towards the palace with these two things.

As a last resort, he would complete the last rune. Of course, he didn't think things would get to that point.

After he stepped into the palace gate, the burning bell tower finally collapsed.

A flock of birds started up and dispersed aimlessly towards the remaining nine bell towers.

Thousands of stones guarantee that the princess will be born ()