Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 165 03.0164: ‘A world where only Khorne lackeys are hurt has been achieved’

[What’s going on…]

Horatio entered the dark vision, but he was somewhat surprised by it.

In front of him, the scene in the omen fragment was exactly the real-time battle on the bridge of the Murder-class cruiser.

He saw the blasphemous ritual, and this array was a hundred times more powerful than the long-range summoning array outside the Cathedral of the Celestial Maiden.

It might be enough to summon the Great Demon of Khorne to the world.

Fortunately, he was not at the scene, otherwise it would be a question whether his mortal body could withstand such high corrosion.

The captain was sweating profusely as if he was struggling to move forward in a storm.

Suddenly, the Thousand Sons next to him trembled violently.

‘Psychic Synchronization: The Untouchable’

[The prosthetic limbs were urgently avoided, and they inexplicably synchronized with Farida? ]

Horatio could not think of anyone else around him who was an Untouchable.

From a bird’s-eye view, Horatio saw the evil light in the eyes of the Thousand Sons turn into a terrible darkness.

This black is the ultimate black that can devour all colors.

The blue armor of the Thousand Sons trembled.

It trembled.

Everyone present noticed this abnormal movement.

Bang!

When the vibration of the armor reached a critical threshold, the Thousand Sons' body exploded.

A ray of darkness burst out instantly, swallowing the color of the entire bridge, wiping out the terrible scarlet, and the sacred golden light.

"Ah!!!!"

The Lord of Enchanting roared in extreme pain.

His baroque brass armor was fading, and the sheep-head horn helmet seemed to be as heavy as a thousand pounds, pressing him down so that he couldn't raise his head.

He realized that it was not the helmet that became heavier, but that he was greatly weakened.

"What did you do!!" He roared heartbreakingly at the place where the Thousand Sons exploded.

The captain felt that the blue veins popped up, and the angry pain that was about to explode in his head disappeared.

Instead, he felt a kind of uncomfortable feeling that made him extremely nauseous and vomited.

But it was better than the anger and pain of the former.

The Lord of Possession had no idea what was happening. His long-planned conspiracy had failed inexplicably.

He had planned to use the Chaos Demon's summoning array to force the Blood Angel Captain to launch a desperate attack on him.

When he stepped onto the first step of the Brass Command Throne, the trap he had set would allow the consciousness of the former Chapter Champion, the Lord of the Blood Watch, who was in his master's mind, to reach the Brass Throne directly.

Then, his master would personally embrace the youngest and most promising champion captain in the history of the Blood Angels into the arms of the true God.

But his plan failed inexplicably. The sudden dark explosion destroyed all his trump cards in an instant.

This frightened the Lord of Possession.

"Hahahahaha!"

An ethereal and treacherous laugh came from the place where the Thousand Sons exploded and disappeared.

"Is all this in your calculations! Thousand Sons!!"

"You think you have a sure win, but everything today is just a treacherous game to please our Lord with your blood.

Your game is over, but our good show has just begun."

The psychic aftermath of the Thousand Sons Red Letter Warrior slowly disappeared, leaving only a creepy smile.

The Master of Enchantment looked at the disappearing Great Demon Summoning Array and the destroyed powerful magic array trap with trembling pupils, and the shame and anger of being fooled paralyzed his mind.

He finally understood why he was able to capture the Thousand Sons Red Letter Warrior so smoothly.

And the gray-robed mysterious man who gave him advice.

[Where did that damn slave go? ? ]

He furiously looked for the mysterious consultant who gave him advice and made a detailed plan, and the anger in his eyes was enough to tear him apart.

But the person he was looking for had already disappeared completely, as if he had disappeared into the darkness.

When he raised his head again, Captain Afir had already seized the moment of his collapse and rushed to him.

The traitor tried to raise his weapon to block, but he had no strength in his body, as if his blood had been drained and his bones had been pulled out.

He faced his final judgment with his eyes.

Swish! ——

Captain Afir kicked the chest of the Lord of Enchantment, whose chest he had pierced with his force field sword, with an expressionless iron boot, and pulled out the sword.

This despicable and cunning dark apostle fell sideways on the brass battleship command throne, and the hateful red light in the eyes of the goat-head horned helmet finally disappeared.

The blasphemous scriptures written on his body were soaked and wrinkled by blood, and they stuck to his body limply.

"Technical sergeant, overload the enemy ship's engine. Aim the rudder at the Slaughter-class cruiser." Captain Afir took a breath, and the disgusting energy dissipated not long after the explosion.

"Yes, Captain."

When his breathing became fresh again, he felt a sense of relief.

It was like a person whose breath was blocked, taking a long breath of fresh air.

"Battle brothers, let's retreat!"

The Murder-class cruiser became a wreck floating in the void, but the Blood Angels still did not let go of her blasphemous body.

The technical sergeant skillfully hacked into the ship's operating system with the prosthetic limbs on the power backpack, and set the ship to start the engine overload after five minutes.

A Blood Angel turned the blood-stained steering wheel and used the extraordinary computing speed to aim at the path that the Slaughter-class cruiser must pass.

Finally, the Holy Blood Angels reached the docking station at the fastest speed and rushed to the battle barge on the blood-red thunder eagle.

This old ship full of glory, under the unstoppable offensive, has ended the battle inside the ship. The guards killed every invading Blood God servant and threw their bodies into the void.

"My Lord! The Blood Walker is rushing towards us!" The observer on the Slaughter-class shouted.

"Get those eight-fold stigma bastards away! Quickly!"

"No response in the communication!"

"Damn it, who is driving the ship! You, you, and you! Lightning strike is transmitted up."

The exasperated warband warrior pointed at several traitorous Astartes under his command and said.

Whoosh! ——

When a wave of red light was transmitted from the Slaughter-class to the Murder-class, these Skullsworn Warriors found that the entire ship was like a purgatory.

There was no living person, no breath, no fear, only a dead silence.

"Cancel the overload!" The leading traitor shouted to his men.

When a Skullsworn Astartes walked to the operating table.

Bang!

An explosion that shook the entire deck was heard.

A sensor mine set by a technical sergeant exploded, and the flames destroyed the approaching attackers and also blew up the control panel.

It completely cut off the possibility of shutting down the plasma engine overload.

"Turn! Turn!!!"

"The winch chain of the rudder has been cut off! It is now just a spinning wheel!!"

"No! No! No! Blood Angels!!!!"

The furious and desperate shouts spread throughout the command bridge.

The Murder-class pierced into the center of the Slaughter-class cruiser with a scream, and the sharp horns killed many people.

Whoosh whoosh! ! ——

The flames of the plasma engine turned from scarlet to black and red.

The activated one-eyed demon engine began to roar.

This irrational monster didn't care who it hit, it only wanted fear and screams.

The Slaughter-class crew, who were also Khorne believers, satisfied its barbaric and greedy desires with their lives.

It roared, very happily.

Then, a flash of scarlet high-flash light burst out from its belly.

Boom! ! ! !

The Murder-class that had penetrated into the body of the Slaughter-class cruiser exploded.

It turned into a ball of deep red brilliant plasma light in the void.

The high temperature of tens of millions of degrees engulfed the Slaughter-class cruiser, followed by a larger and more huge perfect round ion light ball.

"So beautiful." Farida couldn't help but sigh.

"Yeah. It's really more shocking than the illustration." Horatio replied.

This was also the first time he saw with his own eyes that an ion engine explosion occurred on a ship as big as a cruiser.

The two huge warships turned into countless void debris and dust clouds in just one minute.

The fragments floated in the vast void and became a part of it forever.

The traitors paid the heaviest price for their crimes.

They were spurned by Khorne, who regarded them as the true god, and their poor performance made the Destroyer feel disgusted.

The Imperial Navy once again bravely fulfilled its duties.

The Blood Angels completed their revenge.

There was another person who planned the entire operation on the day of Sanguinius.

The guy who made the Khorne apostles of the two powerful warbands, the Skull Oath and the Eightfold Stigmata, chuckled.

The angry and hateful Khorne himself at least enjoyed watching some of the battles.

The world in which only the Khorne apostles who were humbled as servants and running dogs were hurt was achieved.

Tzeentch: You think you are on the 8th floor, but I am actually on the 9th floor. You will eventually pay the price for your greed and robbery.

In fact, this plan of the Tzeentch forces was in the previous plot (the end of Chapter 87). The Khorne forces expressed themselves in the Silent Alliance that they were eager to take action against the Blood Angels.

And this recklessness may destroy the entire Silent Alliance conspiracy plan.

The Tzeentch apostle warned the Khorne apostle once, but the apostle of Old K did not listen.

And Tzeentch's style is true prophecy and true warning, I only say it once.

If you don't listen, I will make you suffer heavy losses and then kick you out of the plan.

So the apostles of Tzeentch have already made plans to kick Old K out of the game, and make them lose both the wife and the army.

Server notification: The host [Tzeentch] kicked the administrator [Khorne] out of the game.

Of course, the plan that the apostles of Tzeentch said could not be true.

It's just to trick others to help themselves.

Those who don't listen will be kicked out directly with heavy losses. When they succeed, they will step on the other two "allies" and climb up to reap the fruits.

Everything is for Tzeentch's own selfish desires and real plans