Chapter 573 Who is it?
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The blue energy halberd, the special long-handled energy axe, and the demon-killing storm bombs with special dust inside suddenly appeared from the darkness behind them, and began to sweep through everything here like chopping melons and vegetables. When they encountered the products of witchcraft and the inanimate beings of the subspace, Ahriman and his nine supreme wizard followers suddenly realized that things were not simple.
The targeting of these weapons is too obvious. They were obviously prepared for an occasion like today. Just as they were expected, they were swayed here and there, breaking through more of the wizards who were frightened and hastily deployed. Protection spells, splitting those ancient ceramic helmets With the protection already on the surface of the armor, when the energy blade is swung down, it can not only split the flesh of demons and chaos warriors smoothly, annihilating their metaphysical quality, but also split the obstacles that have been plaguing people traveling in the webway. , those abnormal fog accumulated over hundreds of millions of years.
When the ancient primitive chaos contained in these mists is killed, it emits bursts of dazzling lightning, loud sounds, and a strange and unpleasant smell. To humans, they sound like rolling thunder in the sky and earth before lightning strikes. , also like the impact of Huang Zhongda Lu, The earth-shattering sound of the trumpet, the roar of a tiger, the howl of a jackal, the shouts of one or a group of humans; it smells like broken eggs, fragrant flowers and dust rotting and dissolving in crystal bottles, dried herbs and soaked A mixture of frankincense and myrrh butter mixed with blood.
When the blue energy blades are swung at high speed, they splash out their light like the brilliant light of the rising sun. The light of this strange energy weapon is even bright enough to sting the naked eyes of the observer.
Defenders and attackers alike could hear the never-before-heard war cry coming from deeper within the darkness, the voice chanting the litany incredibly bright and deep.
The circle formed by the faint blue point light, strip light and the light blade of the halberd and ax gradually starts from one point, spreads, lights up, merges, becomes longer and larger, as if rising from the darkness before dawn. Under a faint blue sun, among the ranks of the Imperials, only the Black Templars and the Battle Sisters looked up into the distance with some kind of sacred ecstasy.
The giant wearing the distinctive all-silver armor was sweeping across the bloodless or inanimate army of the exiled traitors, the blue eyepiece flashing, and the Storm Slayer bombs firing.
A burst of cheers broke out among the surviving Astra Militarum. Although the sudden reinforcements did not recognize each other's silver power armor, it was obvious that their well-equipped Terminator armor belonged to some variant of the Order of the Emperor's Angels. Each of them seems to be powerful The power is completely unafraid of the wizards' spells, and the attacks are extremely targeted. Each blow can cut down a Scarlet Letter Warrior or cause serious injuries to the Sekhmet Terminator, as if the person in front of them is not powerful. The army of dead souls is a mortal body without any reinforcement.
The embers of destroyed warriors and demons still burn on the ground. Fly ash drifted in the darkness. The continuous crackling of the demon-killing bombs was like the dull thud of thousands of bones being broken. Harsh and terrifying roars echoed one after another in the ruins.
The Terminator Wizard and the nine Supreme Wizards did not sit still and wait for death. They each showed their magical powers and turned their attacks on these powerful enemies that suddenly appeared.
The environment in the Broken Webway is so special, and the subspace is so closely integrated with these demon warlocks that they can use their psychic powers at will without paying too much price, and some can summon more inanimate beings. The army tried to trap the opponent. Some chanted time curses to hobble the hands and feet of the supporting army, while others began to summon unclean lightning and witchcraft transformations. The transformed flames or the forcible gaze of Chaos tried to corrupt, distort and destroy these strange Astartes. Those wizards who were proficient in time magic used exquisite magic to control the flow of time, trying to uncover the fate of this battle. Cover its dice cover and get a winning result by peeking at the dice points of the fate of both sides - the last group of people die the fastest and hardest.
Fast and violent means that from the first moment these wizards tried to spy on each other's destiny, they immediately threw away their staffs, dropped their flying discs or cars, and began to grab their faces and howl, flames , just like the fire that burned Prospero, the foehn wind ignited from the inside out of their bodies, burning from the eyes, from the nose, from the mouth, from every orifice of the body, as if ten thousand years ago The fate that had escaped caught up with them again.
No matter what school they were good at or the esoteric sect they belonged to, no matter how many protective spells and hidings they have added to themselves before or now, and how many magic circles, magic weapons, relics, and artifacts they have activated to escape their lives and hide from the sky at this moment. , these things all fail uniformly Suddenly, the light of the magic circle flashed, extinguished like a charcoal fire without oxygen. The relics and artifacts became dim and gray, as if they had lost their due vitality and metaphysical connotation. Naturally, they All their effectiveness has been lost, and they have turned into their own dead form.
The remaining members of the Exile Warband, who still had minds, were horrified by this, as each of them felt the "true death" of their companions who died from the weapons of these attackers or the backlash. ——A death more terrifying than the killing of the body and the death of the soul. They realized that the impressions and memories of these companions in their minds were passing crazily. These attacks would eventually make the dead seem as if they had never been in this universe. The same thing happened in .
Such a level of destruction caused even the most powerful demons to stop. They also felt the real threat of death. The All-Changing Demon Lords exchanged glances and slowly retreated to the army. behind, and the remaining wizards and supreme wizards gathered around the Chosen One of Tzeentch Side, because only Azek Ahriman's surroundings showed traces of his powerful and genius power against the silver army on the opposite side. It was also a circular protective circle. This time, the offensive and defensive forces were different. The people hiding in the protective circle became To the Thousand Sons Chaos Wizards who thought they were oriole, but were actually mantises.
"Go there." Ahriman still seemed calm. He pointed to the defensive circle of human defenders.
"Wouldn't it be flanked from both sides?" one of his men asked.
"No, they will be our hostages. My power is enough to isolate the inside and outside. There is no opponent among them. Although the protective shield is powerful, it is very crude. It takes me some time to bypass that rule, yes." The former chief think tank of the Thousand Sons and now the leader of the Exiles warband replied, "If you still want to continue to question me, then go ahead and try their psychic blades yourself."
Sure enough, the doubters immediately shut their mouths. The wizards cut through the air, crossed the space, and stood outside the defensive circle of the imperial defenders amidst the smell of ozone and dead flowers. They even had a few wizards with flashing figures bypassing them. He broke through the fragile walls of the Webway, arrived between the defenders and the Webway Gate, and completely surrounded them.
The wizards and traitors were so close to them that the eyes of the Black Templar warriors were bright red. Their fanatical faith and the rage of revenge aroused waves of devotional passion in their hearts. Although the nuns Even though I am scarred, I am also in high spirits and want to continue. Attack and kill as many enemies of the Emperor as possible. Only the timely blocking of the Living Saint's wings and letting them listen carefully to the sacred prophecy prevented them from immediately rushing over to attack these traitors, the most hateful and unforgivable wizards. Divine smite with the Emperor's Sword.
"Don't go there." She said. A white dove surrounded the calm and smooth face of the living saint. Roses were blooming and withering on her hands and feet holding the hilt of the sword. "I feel the voice in the dark, don't go there. They will have to face the fate they have escaped for so long. This is what they deserve."
"It sounds great if there is retribution, but what now? We even risked a breakout and ran to the door. The road was blocked. Damn it, how did they get through?"
"Some of Tzeentch's men are masters of seeing countless results and methods in the future. It's not surprising, but we haven't had time to move ourselves. It all happened too fast."
"Yes." The judge murmured, frowning, "Everything in this damn thing looks like a series of traps and conspiracies. None of them are worthy of belief, and neither are you."
"Although you have been speaking very harshly, Inquisitor." The girl-like living saint still replied calmly, "But this is an honest statement, and I will not feel any offense. I can see that you serve the Emperor and the Empire. Your heart is so upright and pure, please always keep it.”
"Pfft. I will keep an eye on you. Until you show the same tricks as them, you pretentious heretical psychic witch." The words of the inquisitor attracted the glares of several soldiers, but she was not afraid at all and just shook her head. Holding the gun, he turned to look at the Great Sage. "Great Sage, this piece of your cargo, I mean, if we can't guard it, have you set up any suitable safety device for it?" "You can't fail to guard it!" the voice of the controlling Great Sage He sounded just as frustrated as a mortal, or maybe it was just an illusion, "I worked hard for ten thousand years to finally complete this." A valuable thing that I received from a noble man! It is vital to the current empire! I abandoned my Mechanicus exploration fleet to protect it! We're here, you have to hold it until we reach our destination!"
But the judge still stared at him with bright eyes, so the ruling sage reluctantly muttered, "I am such a genius, of course I have a back-up plan for it...but you don't need to ask any more, Mortals like you can’t explain my genius design.”
"As long as there is insurance." The judge nodded, "Then let us stay here as long as we can... Huh?!"
For the first time, her voice, which had been cold and firm since the beginning of the journey, had an uncontrollable rising ending.
People followed her gaze and saw that the Thousand Sons wizards' men were broken into pieces, and any one of them could set off a bloody witchcraft craze and evil riots in a galaxy or even several sub-stars. The reinforcements forced by the great wizards into a defensive posture have stepped out of the fog, and the searchlights on the Great Sages' vehicles illuminated their sacred bodies.
Bright silver Terminator power armor with a very special standard, energy weapons with equally rare styles, bolt guns, shoulder armor without a chapter emblem, armor decorated with demonic codes, armor engraved with countless mysterious text records, the surface of the armor is covered with exquisite golden Embellished with a little red, fortunately And they saw the "I"-shaped emblem representing the style of the Inquisition and many holy seals of purity, which made them secretly relieved - in any case, this strange team should be friendly forces from the empire, although some of them Most people have never heard of or seen them.
But this was not the reason why the inquisitor made a sound of surprise.
Her surprise came from the tallest and strongest warrior at the head. He stepped forward, faced the Thousand Sons Wizard and the human defenders, stretched out his hand, and slowly took off his helmet. Under the helmet, the exposed creature can feel the force in an instant The power is so powerful that in the psychic vision of the Inquisitor, who is also a high-level psyker, he is so powerful... that he is like a living interstellar-level psychic storm, or a burning star. It was condensed countless times and compressed into this small human-shaped body.
Just thinking about such terrifying power and the fragility of the body that imprisoned it makes people feel the oldest feeling in their hearts. Faced with the irresistible force between heaven and earth, there is nowhere to escape, and the other party may lose control at any time. sense of fear.
She unconsciously turned her gaze away slightly: staring at him for too long would make her head hurt terribly. Although this could also be used as her weapon, now was not the time. There was no need to make her condition worse. .
"Huh?!" This horrified surprise sounded almost at the same time as the Inquisitor's voice. There was obviously a commotion in the formation of the Thousand Sons wizards, and this voice came from Azek Ali, who always seemed to be winning. Man. "Who are you?!"
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But they didn't seem to be commotion because of the contrast in psychic power. The Inquisitor keenly noticed that their commotion was more about seeing the... face of the mysterious silver-armored warrior?
Do they know each other? Alarm bells rang in the Inquisitor's heart.
She turned her gaze back, moved it up as much as possible, blinked away the stinging tears in her eyes, and looked at the other person carefully: this warrior's expression was firm and resolute, his eyes were full of determination of faith and divine anger, but also strangely With a somewhat refined scholarly air, he has He has brown skin, slightly curly black hair, and a typical appearance of humans in desert areas. Even though he was cut and torn by several light scars, it did not destroy the overall beauty of his appearance. She even caught a glimpse of a faint blue eyeliner under his eyes. There was a flash of blue eyeliner under the corners of his eyes?
She was suddenly startled, and turned her gaze to Ahriman, who had calmed down and was staring blankly at him. There was a similar pattern on his ancient silver mask that covered his face, where his eyes were.
"Ahriman," said the other.
The Inquisitor blinked in confusion.
Then her whole body became cold, she couldn't help but shiver, and she tightened the trigger of her weapon again.
Beside her, the living saint was silent, lowering his wings, and a vague sigh seemed to float in the air.
The Inquisitor realized that he was not referring to the Chief Wizard by that name.
He was answering the question just now.
--Who are you?
——Ahriman.
(End of chapter)