Chapter 464 The Crimson King (Part 2)
The corners of the heavy book fell like a heavy hammer, with the force of a violent wind and thunder, clanging against the silver-blue armor behind Omegon, and a clear crack followed. The invisible runes attached to the outer cover of the thick book exploded with red energy. Countless arcs of gold, like tangible pieces of gold, formed and broke along the outline of the runes, scattering into the mist of the Webway.
Omegan rolled away in pain, his face fading into shadow, leaving only the cold arc of his jaw. The broken spear in his hand instantly grew into a complete blade and handle, and the cutting arc appeared in the webway space. It is blurry, as if it is traveling between the gap between the previous second and the next, its shape is amorphous.
"Omegon," Magnus gritted his teeth and stared at the original body standing opposite him, "What have you done?"
While speaking, through the high-level state of mind construction With the third analytical eye, Magnus observed the battlefield between the two from another perspective, and quietly arranged favorable environments on the battlefield.
Magnus saw his blood flowing gurglingly, and the numerous runes flying like a blizzard in the bright light, shining with a dazzling golden-red light.
Omegon's outer armor is covered with a layer of misty subspace fluorescence, and the snake's shadow moves on the scales, undoubtedly receiving some kind of blasphemous gift - even if the degree is not deep, the taint is still This greatly angered Magnus.
"I am here for you, Magnus," Omegon turned the pale spear in his hand and stared at Magnus's movements.
When Magnus rushed towards him, the Holy Code covered with exquisite patterns was quickly transformed into a chained meteor hammer under the sudden elongation of light. He used his spear to choke the Holy Code's The hinges and chains instantly transformed into different shapes, changing corners and extending out. The spear blade swung by Omegon shifted position accordingly, flashing like lightning in the space, quickly resisting Magnus' attack.
Magnus looked indignant, and his remaining eyes instantly turned as scarlet as blood.
"Nonsense!" he scolded, forcing Omegon back.
His own speed may not be comparable to Alpha's Viper, but the flowing light and shadow covering his feet are like invisible red wings, splashing crystal fragments on the thin wall of the web channel on the ground, Continuously helping Magnus press forward. Several flying knives took shape around Magnus, and the moment they took shape, they ignored the barrier of space and directly arrived at Omegon's side.
Omegan turned his body, and his spear was like a prophet, piercing the flying knives from the blade one by one, exploding like a rain of broken crystals. Under Magnus's coercion, he stepped back step by step, and in a blink of an eye his still aching back pressed against the fragile side wall of the webway.
With just one blow, another furious slam or a fiery bite, the wall will burst into cracks.
A violent red arc light struck with devastating force. Omegan ducked to avoid it. The arc light began to oscillate the moment it touched the wall of the webway, but it was not the webway itself that trembled.
A layer of delayed casting source that was deployed here at an unknown time was stimulated by the second level of energy. When it exploded, it bound the shock wave to a one-way forward angle. Omegan's helmet cracked from back to front, and blood was sticky. The thick liquid poured into the inner armor, and the heavy tome of pure gold was greeted directly. Magnus's third rune eye dutifully went out.
"Magnus!" he screamed, "the Emperor's plans will not succeed, and humanity will gain nothing from the Emperor's rule—"
His words Interrupted by Magnus, the Crimson King opened his left hand, and a curved-edged sickle sword was instantly formed. It slid forward along the spear shaft thrust out by Omega, and inserted into the mouth of Omega's spear, causing blood to splash and scatter. Omega drew his spear and retreated under the laceration. The pale spear drew a cold horizontal arc downwards, stabbing blood marks on the upper side of Magnus's knee armor, and blood spilled out along the crack.
"I don't want to hear it!" Magnus replied bluntly. The mention of the Emperor's backup plan still pained him, but if everything was necessary, he would not regret it. choice.
“We can change this plan…”
"Where did this begin! Tell me, Omegon! When did it begin! Aurelion? Horus? Nemesis Blade? Shadow Lair Nemesis Blade, Shadow Lair - it's you!"
The weapons of the two original bodies continued to meet and separate. The Holy Code had already been transformed into a heavy object as solid as fine gold through the strengthening of runes. As the head of a heavy hammer or a short-range hard stick, it collided with the spear blade. . Omegan rolled and changed positions, and the armor shattered into pieces in the thick fog, flickering together with the phosphorus fire.
"My brother——" Omegon started, and the change of title in this sentence immediately confirmed Magnus's guess.
The extreme anger overcame the brief confusion in an instant. The skin of his left hand was completely torn in the flow of supernatural energy, and thorns of blood emitting golden light were pierced around in the surrounding thick fog. Due to material restrictions, it usually penetrates Omega's body directly.
Omegan was about to step back and pull away, bypassing the thorn net that caused countless painful bleeding holes in his body. The blazing sparks transformed from the beating blood flow in Magnus's body simultaneously appeared in space and All exploded in a short period of time, forcing Omegon to be nailed to the spot under the powerful impact.
"Magnus!"
Magnus grabbed Omegon's left shoulder and threw him to the ground. After a dull blow to the ground, the adamantine on the thick holy book collided heavily. Smashed into the severely damaged silver-blue outer armor.
Amid the crisp clicking sounds, Omegon's spine erupted with a terrifying tearing sound. The severe pain instantly pierced the original body that fell in the thick fog. Omegon tried to stand up again, but his limp legs refused to obey his instructions, and blood poured from his mouth. He squeezed out more syllables from his trembling breath: "You... Terra..."
"Tell me, Omega..." Magnus squatted next to Omega, and then knelt down On this day, the psychological struggle brought about by fighting with his brothers suddenly returned like the falling tide in the past.
"Why?" he asked uneasily, "Why, Omegon!"
In the dizziness caused by the intense physical exertion, Magnus felt that the surrounding environment had become particularly bad during the battle. The dark power of chaos washed away the outer wall of the webway in rounds, non-stop—— It was not an attempt to tear apart the Webway, but a preset energy anchor, attached to the outer wall of the Webway in a seemingly gentle but actually strange way, waiting to play the role expected by the Chaos Gods at a certain moment.
......Why not destroy the network channel?
Thousands of thoughts were running through Magnus's heart at the same time, and he was instantly brought back to the present moment when Omegon made a sound. Omegon's face was immersed in the thick fog, and his voice sounded like the hiss of a poisonous snake squeezed out from between its teeth: "...What will destroy mankind will only be mankind's own darkness, not..."
"Finish your words!" Magnus no longer cared whether he sounded angry or not. He glanced anxiously at the outside of the webway. The chains wrapped around the Nikea Scripture turned to restrain the seriously injured Omega. .
He didn't want to do it himself. On the one hand, he was afraid that he would not be able to effectively restrain a brother after his anger faded. On the other hand, there was not much supernatural energy left at his disposal, and this was what he did. A scholar is a source of strength capable of outsmarting many of his brothers in combat. He cannot expose his weakness.
The damage he had done to himself was even greater than the spear wounds Omegon had made on him.
"Instead of..." Omegan repeated, his voice getting weaker and weaker, and the pool of blood accumulated under him had already submerged Omegan's chest. Magnus turned him over, discerning the opening and closing of Omegan's lips in the thick mist.
Omegan stared at him with cold eyes, as if he wanted to say something, but Magnus had already pushed him away in the blink of an eye, and took a few steps back. His eyes went dark due to the sudden rise. , the red gold light shines brightly in the mist, like surging lightning, penetrating up and down the network channel, almost forming some kind of destructive pillar that is fatal if touched, sealing the channel tightly.
Almost at the moment before the red gold lightning formed the curtain wall, the whistling changing light lit up from Omigan's body, and in an instant, the shadows of nearly a hundred venomous snakes appeared, forming a poisonous thing inside the webway. The scene of emptiness.
The saliva dripping from each snake shadow reflects the illusion of an entire unconstrained violent world. Worlds and worlds, reality and falsehood infinitely replace and overlap each other, and fractal patterns follow the interior of the phantom. Every pattern spreads outward, and its unpredictable changes are enough to destroy a mortal's entire understanding of reality, submerging reason in a nightmare-like horrific sensory impact.
Magnus immediately closed his remaining right eye, limiting his perception to a limited range, just to ensure that he could make an appropriate counterattack.
His heart trembled with terrible despair, anguish that was even more real and bone-chilling than when he had previously calculated the deaths of the seventeen Primarchs that the Emperor had planned.
What was displayed in front of him was no longer a Primarch, no longer the human model and superhuman specimen created by the Emperor two hundred years ago.
Since I don’t know when, some factors related to the fundamental existence of Omega have undergone complete changes, whether this change comes from active choices or passive accidents. No matter what, this brand new creature only tried its best to imitate the shape and shell it had in the past, using discarded residues to rebuild the shape of the original body that could break at the touch of a touch.
And that can only mean one thing.
One of his brothers chose to fall. And he will fight him—even kill him.
One Primarch, kill another Primarch? Magnus thought, where in the entire galaxy could such a thing exist? And today, in the gap between time and space, two brothers connected by blood are going to do this?
Not a ceremonial duel on the duel stage, not a drill in the Court of Narni, not a dance-like sword fight in the restricted arena of the Phalanx, but a real spear pierced through the heart , smashed the head with a heavy hammer, gnawed it with red-stained sharp teeth, and tore it with sharp nails, until only the heavy breathing of a person was left in the webway.
Is that so?
When the two-color fire was entangled confrontationally in the narrow passage of the web, he still felt a certain kind of unbelievable delirium, feeling the pain of inner turmoil brought him a moment of clarity.
For a moment, he didn't seem to understand what he was doing. It was like some bad, teasing trick that had brought about the current killing of brothers. Which existence in the supreme sky was laughing loudly and taking Take the new harvest it gained with its sacrifice...
The deformed snake head bit him, with terrible venom on its teeth. Its shape was fixed, with only two snake heads left. The neck of the third head was cut off at some point, leaving traces of gunfire burns.
Magnus held the holy book high, and the preset runes engraved in the book flickered, injected with fresh life by the flowing blood, and burst out with a blazing flash, like a pure starlight lamp , hanging high in the endless changes of terrifying darkness...
The chaotic energy of the outside world rolled more and more, and the thick colors finally intertwined into dark light. Magnus cursed and cursed loudly. uttering all the words he had no idea what they were, waving the weapon in his hand.
All his strength went into the next blow, and the next, as if he were holding a heavy stick, or a vicious stone... He roared, grinning at the attack His giant snake bared its teeth, just like humans tens of thousands of years ago who were furious when faced with the beast that gnawed at his brothers and relatives...
But his reason still exists, and each spell is still cooperating. His fight: a fight alone, a fight unknown to anyone, a fight deep in the webway with no help, no help, and nothing but himself, and this fight was a battle between Primarch and Primarch...
Those dream-like moments, that long, dazzling world full of laughter and bright light that never sets, a dream-like colorful world, the dreams of laughter, the collision of shoulders and the embrace of each other. The relative arguments, the little music box dolls dancing on the table, the pleasant spirits of Xiaodu, those faces with flowing luster like pure white stone sculptures under the golden light... all moved towards the darkness at the edge of the webway. It was as if destiny had returned to its original direction, returning to its hateful first path after wandering for too long...
"I'm going to kill you," Magnus shouted. , "You will - ruin it all -"
Kill who? What is all this? Is he going to kill Omegon? Does all this refer to the webway they're on? Is that all? Or is this all there is to it?
The red flames burned fiercely until a huge cracking sound shattered all the sounds that were not noisy enough and brought unparalleled silence into this limited venue. Magnus took a step back and fell to the ground.
In front of him, the red spear had pierced the giant snake's head, and blood gurgled from a circular wound. Finally, the snake's head fell from a height to the ground.
"I killed him..." Magnus murmured, "Really?"
The snake body also slammed down, a little slow at first, and then quickly accelerated, It hit the ground of the Webway hard. The dark mist immediately surged up happily, turning into flowing, pipe-like filaments, drilling into Omegan's remains...
The mist was blown away by the air current, and the image of a Primarch reappeared. , the headless and broken body lay in the blood-colored thick fog, next to his head, and his incomplete cold eyes were still looking at Magnus, which seemed to contain some kind of ruthless smile.
Magnus stared at Omegan's dead body.
Yes, death. The fact of death was pushed to Magnus in a bloody and irresistible way, telling him that just now, at the back of this unknown world, in the deepest part of the webway, one brother murdered another brother .
The Crimson King gasped, his fatigue preventing him from moving, drowned in the terror that still held him captive.
Really? Did the Primarchs begin to destroy each other in the first year of the 31st Millennium? First came the fall of Horus, and then the break between Lorgar Aurelion and Perturabo. Was it his turn now? Did Magnus, the fifteenth Primarch, Magnus the Proud, slay a Primarch of the Alpha Legion?
He stared at Omegon's body until his will returned to his soul.
Well, what happened was that a Primarch became involved with Chaos, and they fought until one of them died.
This is what happened, everything is clear, so how is he going to describe this whole murder and counterattack to others?
He undeniably attacked a brother. Maybe he had the choice not to kill him but he took the whole thing to the last step... How could it be like this.
Magnus stood up and once again observed the surging storm outside the transparent network tunnel. They seem to have faded somewhat, perhaps retreating in despair, perhaps achieving their goal.
The question came back to Magnus: Why didn't the Chaos Gods directly try to break through the containment of the Webway? If they insist on doing this, they can do it as long as there is one node left vacant. Even if this is not the core area of the network, their intrusion can be easily completed.
Magnus shook his head and decided to take Omegon's body with him. He could not expose the body of a Primarch here. He stared at Omega, stood still for a few seconds, then hung the blood-stained holy book back to his waist, and pulled Omega to float upward.
He soon realized that Omegon's body was extremely light, as if all that was left here was a hollowed-out paper shell, and a gust of wind could send him away.
After the death of the Primarch, something within him seemed to have been lost unconsciously, or absorbed, turning into the power of an impatient Other...< br>
The next moment, waves of darkness surged out of Omega's empty shell.
The end and destruction of the last sacrifice required for his birth, with the prelude of the bone-chilling fear that will accompany the first cry and can tear the entire world apart, penetrates directly through it at close range. Magnus' soul.
...The day of reckoning will bring...darkness...destruction of the realms...
A thought like lightning flashed through Magnus' desperate heart - purpose.
It’s not about destroying humanity. It is not about plunging the world into a one-time catastrophe.
It’s not that I’m afraid of fighting. Not to resist sharing the stage with the new-born Destroyer. Not to suppress the birth of a new king. no. wrong. Wrong.
This is the purpose of the Dark Gods. This is the purpose of the Ancient Four.
Advent.
The arrival of the fifth god.
Beside the eternal card table, a new empty throne has been waiting for thousands of years.
(End of this chapter)