Chapter 553 disappeared without a trace like a dream-
The Phalanx was vibrating.
The first third of the first second.
Originally, this huge fortress battleship that almost started to operate semi-autonomously when the Mechanic-Priest shouted "This is the blessed miracle of Om Messiah" was facing the black stone in mid-air after unloading most of its Astartes crew. The Fortress Eternal Will opened fire with the Black Legion fleet. At the same time, its huge body was entrenched here like a giant dragon. It also took on the task of guarding the skies over the Elysian Plains and Clough Castle. The Enterprise used its otherworldly speed to shuttle around the planet, like a tiger pounced on every enemy who dared to return its terrifying firepower.
The Blackstone Fortress, whose shields had been destroyed by the Space Wolves, Cadian people and passing masters and apprentices, was wailing under its volleys. The towering mountains on the surface of Cadia disappeared entirely under its bombardment, together with The enemies around them were buried together under tens of millions of tons of earth, stone and bones, and were turned into powder even before that.
The abandoned Daughter of the Blackstone was no longer able to repair the alien fortress on her own. Its captain and other important systems had been dismantled alive before the Warmaster teleported to the surface. Draula Morcas was only the captain. Some shapeless fleshy flesh that had been stepped on by Terminator boots was found in the room, as well as the psychic reverberations of the captain and other technical officers before they died - they were played back over and over again, and Blackstone silently recorded everything.
The gunfire from other Black Legion ships was no match for the Phalanx, nor could it penetrate its shields, which operated differently from most Imperial ships.
Therefore, this tremor is not caused by being hit on the fortress itself.
The servants of the Ohm Messiah and the Imperial Fists Techmarines, Auxiliary Officers, and Chapter Servants who remained in the monastery fortress desperately checked for any equipment and system malfunctions they could think of.
But everything is fine.
The Phalanx is very good, in fact its current state may be the best it has been in the thousands of years since it became increasingly dilapidated but could not be repaired due to technological obsolescence and the cabins were constantly sealed.
But everyone heard it, even those who were not mechanical priests could feel that the floating fortress of the Imperial Fist was roaring, roaring, and vibrating.
The Phalanx was vibrating.
The second third of the first second.
This vibration is not due to damage or some kind of physical damage, but due to a connection on a non-material level, a resonance engraved in mysterious concepts and subspace energy.
At first, this invisible resonance was felt only by a few Imperial Fists think tanks.
The last thing the think tanks could do under the surprised gazes of their comrades was to shout Dorn's name loudly and screaming, and then, these rock-firm psychic experts on rock and land were brainwashed by them. Hit by the sounds and summons that appeared in it, he fell to his knees like a bull moose that had been hit in the head, and blue psychic flames were emitted from his eyes, ears and mouth.
Gradually, other ordinary members of the Imperial Fist began to receive this resonance. One by one, they felt the darkness, depth, coldness, despair, and bitterness in their hearts. They corrected themselves. Their serious jaws became slack, their eyes became hollow and dull, and their limbs twitched and trembled uncontrollably, as if their limbs had experienced a long, long silent cry of grief.
Lysander stood in the middle of the battlefield, running back and forth as if he had some understanding but didn't understand why. Although he was also filled with inexplicable pain and sorrow, he was still able to run on the ground to protect his brothers who suddenly fell. It seemed difficult for him alone. Fighting against the front line that began to show flaws everywhere, the friendly forces were also caught off guard, but fortunately, they still had the Iron Warriors.
When Dantioch noticed the change, he had already ordered his subordinates to immediately go to them and surround them, like a pride of lions guarding their cubs. For the first time, Shanto put away the always slightly frivolous face. The face immediately appeared in front of the Vulcan Titan Legion. In the shocked eyes of everyone, the war blacksmith had transformed into A living walking war, countless weapons emerged from his body, and the most terrifying weapons any man had ever made began to fire, some so vicious and powerful that even the demons and demons in the corrupted God Machine Their fused occupants began to scream horribly amid the ceaseless flames.
Hong Suo was in the cave. After being shocked, he activated the shield with all his strength, and all the soldiers who had been assigned to his formation were protected by him.
The silent man, deep in his heart, suffers from the endless cycle of pain in the infinite labyrinth.
The Phalanx was vibrating.
The first second is about to pass.
Underground in the Elisian Plains.
The mechanical Garuda flew out like a golden shuttle and pecked at the War Commander's eyes.
The fearless Sabal Saber of the Black Contemptor no longer held back or concealed anything, and slashed at the arm wrapped in the claws of Horus amidst the shouts of surprise and confusion from the Emperor's Children and Lucius.
Before these two unparalleled warriors could unite to save their most proud child and disciple, Robert Guilliman, who had deduced the unreasonable reasoning, had already raised his relic pistol and pointed it at the now huge figure as he was before. The son of Horus, who was like the father of genes, fired. His muzzle was stable and his shooting skills were precise. The special decomposition particles hit the Warmaster's neck and wrist, trying to force him to lose the ability to damage the prey in his hand.
But all the rescue may be in vain. Suddenly, such spiritual enlightenment flows in their hearts, especially those who have been in close contact with certain special moments.
An indescribable electric current ran through the Primarch's spine, and they felt the coldness and darkness coming from above and behind their heads. Even the Primarch, or rather, precisely because they were the Gene Primarch, they could see it more clearly than anyone else here. Feel the cold, huge and evil gazes of the four supreme gods in the sky.
Those gazes were so huge, so ancient, existing in the past, existing in the present, passing through time, their eyes seemed to see the red, vertical pupil eyes opened on Abaddon's chest, his trophy rack The head of a long-dead warrior swayed above him, and a tattered wolfskin cloak slanted across his back, fluttering in the foehn wind of the Sea of Souls.
The Primarchs suddenly realized at this moment that they had become part of a huge conspiracy plan. They were here to witness all this and witness everything that would happen next.
On a desk at the other end of time and space, the black-and-white plush tyrant let out a low growl of threats. He moved his claws like flying while issuing instructions one after another - in front of him, Sigismund had already opened himself The interface cable on the body connected itself to the system of Magna Dorn, whose eyes were closed, steaming again, and blue light flashed to assist him.
The gods were whispering excitedly on their respective thrones, and one of them even got back the interest on his previous accounts at once. Now his territory is frantically encroaching on other people's territories, and the demons and legions under their command are also ready to go, laughing or glaring at each other. Surrounding the throne of the god he serves, there is more than one throne——
In the splash of light from the decomposed particles and the light of the golden beak and platinum saber, the claws of Horus still began to shrink, pierce, and crush irresistibly.
The three brothers were shivering. They heard in disbelief what they should not have heard ten thousand years ago or ten thousand years from now, the sound of one brother coughing out the blood in his lungs, and the unbearable pain of one brother's spine and ribs. The sound of a heavy burden, and the sound of a brother's body about to break.
Subconsciously, the "outskirts" of this cave hall seemed to become larger, emptier, and more chaotic.
It was as if the dimension they were in was stretching out, melting away in all directions, and they began to float away from reality, like a lotus flower that had left its branches and fell on the water, being swayed by the tide of the highest sky. As he was sent further and further away, Creed, who noticed something, had already lowered his head. Everyone began to shrink the defensive circle towards the hall built of black stone - in the corridors where the black stone walls were too severely damaged, disturbing things, like mist, more like tides or a person, began to pour out. Something that embodies the deepest nightmare you can have.
In addition to the hostile Black Legion members, the Luna Wolves, Death Guards, Emperor's Children, Iron Hearts, Ultramarines, Salamanders, Black Templars, the 8th Cadian Regiment, the Vostonian Regiment, and The Tanith regiment, the Capek Eagle... and an Inquisitor were all shocked to see all the remaining people here. The mouths of the Space Wolves who maintained their human form, and even their wolf masters, began to protrude under the influence of this mist, turning into a long hairy snout, suspicious ears protruding from the hair, and long The fangs and recurved joints are all visible, and there is no room for excuses for the unmutated person to deal with. In the center of the cave, the devil's face on the back of the Claw of Horus jumped for joy, and the magic sword Draconion was raised high, shining with greedy and vicious light. After a gap of 40,000 years and more than 9,000 years, In the end they will happily accept the soul of its latest prey, and then there will be more delicious flesh and souls that cannot find their way back——
Is this really the case?
In the corner of the cave hall, a being borrowed the body of his descendant and descended, and the vocal cords of the twenty-two Emperor Champions together issued a holy and noble sound of thunder.
"This time, I won't say 'goodbye', because I will prevent this from happening! Go back to where you belong! I will always protect them and never be killed by you!"
In this cave that began to flash with more corridors, arches, kilometers-high flower windows, endlessly replicated doorways and collapsed ruins, and the soul-devouring mist spreading behind it, the wind began to rise.
Like the never-ending planetary storm of Invite's North Pole, like the super hurricane formed by millions of farewells from the torn past and millions of unspoken words of regret, longing, and lamentation, it envelopes a man who has been killed. The angry roars and plaintive sighs of the last remaining idealists slapped the cold, dry and refreshing air and snowflakes on everyone's cheeks.
The Black Templars - the descendants of Dorn who remain on Cadia. At this moment, there are the original eighty-eight in this underground hall, and there are also twenty-two who came with the Enterprise, all of them are Emperors. The Royal Champion, these one hundred and ten Sons of Dorne knelt down together. Their black power armor was covered with frost and snow. They knelt down on one knee, holding their own weapons in both hands, either swords, axes, or It's a scepter.
In the same action, they all pressed their foreheads tightly against the weapons in their hands and closed their eyes.
A large and responsible voice, echoing the timbre of iron and stone, declared majestically.
"The church has been completed!"
"The Holy One will come!"
The giant in golden armor was born from "nothing" and "rules", and a body that could be felt was created in the temple made of the souls and beliefs of his descendants with the power of the fallen and unrealized gods.
The Storm Fang emerged from the storm and was held in the hand wrapped in golden armor.
Space and time flickered.
The ten-kilometer-high colored flower window was decorated with a huge Eye of Horus. Through the huge flower window on the hull, they saw the warring void ships outside and the blazing-Terra-
Robert Guilliman, the only Primarch here who could still take a breath, took a breath.
"Is this...? You..."
Under the delighted, surprised and complicated gazes of the four brothers and a warmaster, the giant in golden armor raised the sword in his hand - the blade was ignited with white-gold flames, entwined with black lightning.
The chainsword now seemed so small in front of the Warmaster's body, which had been stretched to a seemingly infinite size.
The style of this chainsword is not suitable for piercing at all.
But the golden-armored giant used it to make an extremely fast stab.
Faster than the fastest changing thing in the world.
The sword tip went straight in, penetrated the Chaos Armor of the Anointed One, broke through the evil spirit guarding the body, and went straight into the heart.
Three figures.
One was golden, one was black, and another one fell to the ground as the claws of Horus were released, dripping with blood and spreading all over the ground.
The two figures who were still standing froze for a short while, or maybe a long time passed.
Then, a ball of light burst out.
This is the first cry of the mystery of reality.
The light like the core of the star caused a huge shock wave in the subspace. In the real universe, people were also blinded by the wave of light.
When the wave of light began to dissipate and people finally regained their sight, the enemies, those terrible invaders, demons and the embodied will of the four gods were left here only by the fallen black-armored demigods on the ground and a pool of pure water. The blood is as black as ink, and there is a pierced center with four colors, four erosions, and four changes. If your eyes stay on it for one second longer, you will start to hear the temptation and call of the dark god.
"F... Pallas!" The Contemptor Fearless and the Mechanical Bird hurried over, followed closely by the Potion Master.
Guilliman walked to the piece of meat and found that it was a pierced heart. The Thirteenth Primarch took out the scrolls on his body and carefully wrapped it to prevent more contamination.
He straightened up again and looked around, only the Black Temple was still standing there.
——The original body of the golden armor has disappeared without a trace like a dream.
(End of chapter)