Chapter 578 You fight first, then go through the process after the fight
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"If order remains, chaos is everywhere."
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In front of the Webway Gate, although the mortals in the imperial garrison almost cheered for the victory of the silver-armored warriors, they nervously clutched their weapons because of the strange silence of others around them.
The Gray Knights also didn't speak. They quickly dispersed in small groups, methodically crossing the defensive circle of the human defenders and facing the Webway Gate.
The next moment, as if sensing something, the edge of the elegant and strange spiritual bone structure radiated a cold glimmer. The dust in the air was stirred up by the invisible energy, and the smoke rose. Eldrad, Ifreni, and Visage and other surviving members of the Death Army rushed out of the door, and then stopped in the open space in front of the door in shock.
"What's going on?! Who are you?"
The Gray Knights did not speak or attack. Only the blue eyepieces on their helmets stared quietly at the Eldar.
Eldrad motioned for them not to move yet. "These... human psychic powers are very powerful, it's best to find out what they are here for."
The clown members of the Midnight Mourning Troupe disappeared silently again. No one knows whether they are still here, or wandering further away or perhaps gone far away.
Malcador was the last one to step out of the webway gate. The first time he saw these knights in shining armor, he nodded.
"Ah, it's you. You guys came at the right time, but it would be better if you could come earlier."
"My lord." The leading Gray Knight saluted him.
The old man in civilian robes nodded solemnly, "Long time no see, son of Titan."
His eyes moved behind the solid city wall made of silver armor. After his eyes were in contact with the living saint, he looked past the crowd who were also looking forward to him and looked in the direction of the battlefield just now.
"Ahriman, is he okay?"
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"In the name of the King of Kings." A Gray Knight walked from the back of the team, separated the alert and scarred coalition forces of the Eldar and Malcador from the methodical work, and walked to the place where the Great Demon of Tzeentch had just left. As he began to disappear, he half-knelt in front of the Grand Master as if praying and meditating among the armor scattered on the ground and the ashes left by the burning demons.
"Azek, is that you? Our brother?"
Grand Master Azek Olmuzd Ahriman stood as still as a statue. He did not move or reply to his brother's inquiries.
The psychic connection between their squad and the company is now silent. Even Hyperion, who is known for his keenness, has not been able to feel the slightest bit of that familiar and reassuring connection at such a close distance. Ahriman still has not told him His brothers opened his mind as usual.
The tip of the gray knight's psychic halberd inlaid with the skull of the previous hero drooped slightly, and the biological energy conduction valve on it flickered slightly, and the blue psychic light blade immediately appeared in front of the sharp single-molecule war blade. surface.
He confirmed one last time.
"Master Ahriman, is that you?"
The gray knight in question moved, and the transparent frost that had spread over his body turned into fragments of different sizes and fell to the ground from the surface of his silver armor, then turned into water vapor and disappeared without a trace.
He exhaled a long breath, raised his head, and opened his dark blue eyes. More powerful and pure energy burned deep in his pupils.
Then the warrior stood up, put his psychic halberd back behind him, and faced the visitor. His boots rolled on the ground mixed with leather ashes and frost, leaving deep marks.
"It's me." His voice was thick and sweet, as if two cellos made of the same piece of wood were playing the same chord at the same time. "Hyperion."
Although no one made a sound, something tight in the air seemed to relax a little. Several mortals realized that they had been holding their breath for a while and gasped.
"Ahriman."
Malcador had already passed through the warriors and the crowd, and the living saint was already whispering to others to explain and calm their emotions.
"Sir." The great mentor also saluted the other party, "Long time no see."
"Long time no see. How is he doing?"
Although the former prime minister did not name him, Ahriman immediately understood who he was asking, "He is doing well, my lord."
"Why didn't he come with you? I thought he would be happy to come and observe and record this kind of thing in person."
"He has been traveling recently and has been caught up in an endless stream of unexpected events. But as far as I know, his life is not in danger. It's just that he's a bit too deep into his research. You know. The reason why he sent me here specifically is to My own business, the second is knowing that you may be here and need our help.”
The old man nodded tolerantly, and then asked the Gray Knights to disperse to the outermost perimeter, assuming a guarding posture, and then walked over again, allowing the giants of the Death Army to come and have a small meeting.
"Do you see where the prophecy is next? Is it time? Eldrad."
The Supreme Prophet raised his eyebrows, "Aren't you powerful enough to conduct an accurate divination? Malcador." "This prophecy must be made by you."
"Isn't strength respected now?" Even so, the Supreme Prophet knew whether what Malcador said was right, so he still said the name.
"Crassus, the Frozen Crone's Claw, the Frost Moon. - This is our next destination." He added worriedly, "But I saw blood splashed on the snow, warm The blood dyed the old woman's claws bright red. This is not a good sign."
The members of the Midnight Mourning Troupe emerged one after another and performed a grandiose ceremony towards Malcador according to the will of their god.
The former regent was not moved at all, and there was even a trace of inexplicable fatigue in his eyebrows - if Lamizane saw it, he would definitely say that this is a true portrayal of tiredness of a person who has been on a business trip for a long time and worked overtime, "Lead the way. . I guess you must have a working webway gate up there. As for the enemy, I just tell you, don’t worry too much.”
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The Webway Gate on Krasus was guided by the Harlequins and triggered its fractal entrance by Efreni using her own psychic flame as a medium. The coalition forces, who had been warned by the Supreme Prophet, immediately used all defensive measures. , grasped the weapon and rushed out.
Outside the door was a deathly silent, snow-capped wasteland. They found themselves standing inside a huge, empty crater with towering cliffs. Its vertical cliffs were more than ten stories high, and the edges were covered with sharp rocks and permanently frozen ice edges. , goose-feather-like snowflakes were flying between the sky and the earth, the cold wind was as sharp as a knife, stepping on the snow that was unknown several meters thick, and the raging blizzard on the planet almost immediately buried half of their feet.
They looked around vigilantly and waited in place for a long time.
But nothing happened. Apart from the endless howling cold wind, snowflakes, and stars in the sky, it seemed that they were the only living creatures here.
To be on the safe side, Malcador sent out a reconnaissance team of Gray Knights to the surrounding area. These new forces could also use their own psychic connection network to conduct temporary encrypted communication, which was very convenient.
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"The reconnaissance team reported that there are no signs of biological activity within a radius of 20 kilometers. There are no visible ships or landing craft within the detectable range of the sky, and they are retreating."
Although the Eldar have always maintained a certain respect for the prophecies of their prophets, humans are not so tactful. Many of them looked directly and suspiciously at the alien that had just scared everyone. Fortunately, there was someone at this time Opening his mouth saved Eldrad from his embarrassment.
"It's best if you don't have it. Well... if nothing happens, we can reopen this webway door after staying here for six hours and one minute and go to our final destination. Thank God. I am Old Bones, I would rather dig an igloo here and warm myself by the fire than continue to be "shackled" in the snow and cast some spells that can obviously incinerate the opponent in a few seconds but insist on simmering. "
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Before he finished speaking, the special hissing sound of the energy-guiding valve of the psychic halberd in Ahriman's hand suddenly sounded. The Gray Knights and Black Templars took the lead in drawing out their weapons vigilantly, while the Wind Riders and Harlequins jumped to a higher place lightly. The rocks and ice disappeared between gaps and low clouds of snow.
"Aren't you going to take action?" The Supreme Prophet suddenly asked.
"The time has not yet come, Great Prophet. I am already very helpful here in protecting humanity." The former imperial regent replied flatly, "If you want to use humanity as a new line of defense to delay your demise, you'd better not be too stingy at this time. Your warriors, again," he pointed A group of Black Legion Chaos Space Marines rushed at high speed from the countless space cracks that opened in the distance. A group of Dark Eldar vehicles emerged further behind and said, "You dark kin all know that you have to give up. It’s quite expensive.”
The Great Prophet had no time to answer the old man. He raised his staff and began to add protection and speed to every warrior in his team. The black legion was coming menacingly, and the blessings of some dark gods were clearly visible on their power armor and even on the Chaos Knights. The ground is beating - obviously some gamblers in the supreme sky who have lost too much can't sit still and are trying to steal. Cheating, because at the end of the Black Legion team, they saw Warmaster Abaddon, who was shining with four dark blessings and holding the magic sword high to supervise the battle. The serious injury he suffered in Cadia had almost healed. Only The cracks on the breastplate that have not yet been repaired shine with a scarlet light so intense that you can smell the smell of blood just by looking at it.
Ifreni was surprised to find that, in addition to her own Death Army and followers, the large reinforcements that surrounded and attacked the Black Army actually came from those who had fought with her in life-and-death battles in the arena, and even for real. The Dark Eldar Blade Queen, Lylith Hesperax, who killed her once.
Obviously, the most outstanding arena star and slay queen of the Witch Spirit Cult has some overt and covert obligations to her boss and sponsor Archon Victor for some purpose. Efreni recognized this as the darkness directly under her. The Eldar Arena Warriors, and the Harlequins of Midnight Mourning were apparently less than innocent when it came to the reinforcements that had appeared so precisely and fatally.
But she couldn't care less about worrying too much. The most important thing now was that more people could help the Death Army defeat the Black Legion, because how much could she gain in the last negotiation before landing on Macragge? The chips depend on how overwhelming the victory in this battle is.
Fortunately, although some gods have opened a cheating portal for the black army, the Eldar are not a vegetarian. Their Death Army followers have a luxurious lineup this time, and even soldiers from Bietan's established organization have joined. They are again in The Eye of Terror was protected during the previous voyage and did not suffer too much loss. Its combat effectiveness was maintained very well. All the resentment that Malcador had suppressed all the way was vented towards the monkeys' kin.
The Black Legion launched three attacks on the Basin Ridge, and the battle lasted three hours. Finally, when the last count revealed that more than half of his army members, who had not been better replenished since Cadia, were lost, Abaddon Finally chose to retreat - at this time, the will of the dark god failed to play a decisive role.
"It's amazing that he can actually defeat their will in this matter. Maybe there were some things that we didn't know about when he retreated from Terra."
"Why don't you attack them?!" Visage, Everenne's former teacher and now the most loyal lieutenant, said angrily. There was still a layer of filthy blood and internal organs mixture on his armor, which turned His orange-red spirit bone armor was painted a strange and ominous dark red. "And these soldiers wearing silver armor! I can feel the surging spiritual energy on their bodies!"
"This is not the time when I should have names with them." The former regent said calmly, "But I admit that this is also to 'try not to make mistakes'," he turned to the thoughtful Eldrad and Ifreni , "After all, I am limited by my own limitations and do not have such a high error tolerance. Well, now we only need to stay here for another three hours before setting off to Macragge. - If you have anything else to think about If you want to talk to me, now is your last chance.”
The Living Saint folded his wings, calmed the Black Temple, which was in turmoil again due to being so close to the alien blood-stained warriors, and landed lightly beside them.
"Then we..."
Malcador's cold eyes turned to her flawless and holy face.
"Yes. These will be your last moments."
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In the study room of Macraghera Fortress, Julius opened his eyes.
"You feel it? Well, Malcador's control is really scrupulous and careful, and he is finally arriving soon." Mr. Conde Cratchit chuckled at the side, "You have learned both magics quite well. ”
"Yes." Julius's blue eyes flashed, "It's rigorous, dear uncle. It's time for you and I to make some necessary preparations."
Konrad Curze stared at him for a second, then burst into laughter at what he saw.
(End of chapter)