Chapter 510 Shadow Crossing the Sky (7)
Dorn suddenly exerted force - no, the door suddenly became fragile, like an iron-colored curtain, opening to both sides under Dorn's palm Twisted open...revealing the path to the bottom of the secret room.
His expression was still solemn because he heard it.
A low and strange breath flowed into their consciousness, and the surrounding air seemed to become heavier, as if a pair of invisible hands were distorting reality, and shadows began to spread around them, as if the entire space was being destroyed. An invisible force swallows, decomposes, and destroys...
The secret room belonging to the Iron Hand is falling into another unreal state. A cold wind comes with a coke-like smell and invades. into their sense of smell.
"Already close." Waldo whispered, warning flashing in his ruthless eyes. "Is that Fulgrim?"
He had already seen the body of the Emperor's Sons Primarch from the darkness: deep in the chamber, the purple-robed Phoenix fell to the ground in embarrassment, his eyes closed, his His face was pale and dull, immersed in unbearable pain. In addition, his arm was tightly wrapped around something that shone with metallic luster. In this special darkness, Waldo couldn't see what it was.
At this moment, whispers in the darkness began to echo in their ears, and hoarse voices seemed to come from all directions.
"Samus is near you...Samus has heard your end...darkness and death are at your side..."
The voice is like thousands of whispers overlapping. Together, echoing in the valleys of the mountains, Rogal Dorn's heart was tightened by a fear that should not exist. He immediately knew that this emotion did not belong to him. He gritted his teeth and clenched the Storm Fang, and his facial muscles twitched slightly.
The obsidian ground began to shake slightly, and the smell became stronger and filled the air. It was the smell of rotting organs and blood. The invisible darkness surged like a tidal wave, gathering into a dark cloud that covered the sky and the sun.
"The end has come...Samus saw the end of the world..."
Suddenly, Rogal Dorn took a step back and saw a huge dark figure like a black streak. The tide rose up from the shadows beneath his feet, and in an instant it was as high and low as him. Accompanied by metal collisions and strange whispers, six arms, a mechanical snake tail, and a half-human, half-animal figure loomed in the darkness.
Dorn tried to swing the knife at his shadow. He was not sure if it would work, but it was undoubtedly too late. The shadow demon separated along the traces cut by the blade and stood alone in the darkness.
It is a twisted, surreal existence, as if the body is made of pure shadow, and the surface skin changes like floating black oil, covered in a mask made of iron nets, thorns, blades and On a skeleton made of metal armor.
Its limbs have a mechanical texture, and the joints are wrapped in a spherical shell, but they also have the ferocious characteristics of a demon. There are sharp spikes on the forehead, shoulders, sides of the forearms, and knees; each arm has a Holding a different weapon, each finger is a short and sharp blade; like a snake's long tail swinging behind it, making a harsh but strangely beautiful scraping sound.
An umbilical cord extended outward from the demon's abdomen, quickly becoming invisible and transparent, and disappeared without a trace.
"Prepare to fight." Dorn growled, the Storm Fang blade in his hand reflecting a faint light. His eyes stared straight at the demon without fear, even though he couldn't figure out how to fight against the shadow.
Without prompting from him, he noticed that Constantine was also ready to fight.
But the moment the battle began, Rogal Dorn realized that this was not an opponent that the commander of the Forbidden Army could contend with.
The demon in the darkness suddenly rushed towards Dorn, and its six arms attacked him as fast as possible. Dorn's eyes flashed, and he raised his sword to meet the attack. The storm fangs collided with the demon's claws, and a deafening bang broke out. Sparks flew and the air seemed to twist at the confrontation between them.
The speed of this demon is extraordinary, and every attack is extremely destructive. Its arms are as fast as black lightning, and its long sword, sickle blade, warhammer and scimitar continue to hit Dorne. , trying to crush him. Dorn kept swinging his sword, blocking successive attacks. His movements were as steady as a rock, like an unshakable fortress.
Constantin Waldo intended to cooperate around him. However, with the strength Waldo had created, it was extremely difficult for him to catch up with the speed of the two of them. The pale spear stabbed at the black shadow from time to time. Go out, but often stand still in the same place. This is a reflection of his quick thinking.
Each of Sombra's arms has a different attack method, which together form an almost impenetrable offensive network. Dorn had to constantly parry and counterattack. The Fangs of the Storm turned into silver wind and snow in his hands, falling dull and cold in this dark chamber.
“Constantine,” said Dorn, “go see Fulgrim.”
At the same time, he pressed forward towards the black shadow step by step, entangled with this huge demon. He wasn't sure if this was the "Samus" that kept whispering, but it didn't matter at all.
Constantine observed for a moment, then withdrew from the battle and cautiously walked toward Fulgrim. Phoenix's messy white hair was right in front of his boots, but at such a distance, he still couldn't see what Fulgrim was hugging.
He stretched out the Sun Spear, and the tip of the spear slowly opened the darkness, approaching the thing Fulgrim was holding.
Behind him, the fighting raged, each attack from the demon trying to break Dorn's defenses and force him into a corner.
Its tail whipped out, trying to wrap around Dorn's waist and pull him deeper into the darkness. Dorn roared, raised his sword and slashed at the demon's tail, causing a reverberation of metal interlacing. He silently noted this feature: soft limbs, hard tail. Even though the object was completely covered in shadow, this did not prevent him from making a judgment.
Dorn dodged to avoid the claws, and then with lightning speed, he raised his sword and struck the demon on the shoulder. The sword blade cut into the demon's flesh, bringing out a stream of black liquid. Then, he added a sword, and the huge sword tore open the arm of the shadow demon, cutting off the part that should be the bone.
For a moment, the demon paused for a moment, and then the trivial sound of gears was heard. The broken hard object was quickly welded back on. The demon attacked again, and the sharp blade pierced Rogal Dorn's wrist. Then he cut off his forearm and opened a piece of arm armor and a handful of blood flowers.
Donne cautiously returned to a defensive posture, and the demon immediately swam in the direction of Waldo. Donne decisively ignored his injuries and pursued, leaving time and space to Waldo.
As the man holding the Sun Spear, Constantine Valdor was commissioned by the Emperor, and he must know better how to deal with and solve unrealistic problems.
"Darkness will swallow everything..." Samus's voice echoed like thunder in their consciousness.
Waldo stood on the edge of the battlefield, his eyes turning to the Sun Spear in his hand. Currently, there is only one thing in this area that is questionable, and that is the dark thing in Fulgrim's arms.
He felt the thick darkness passing over the tip of the spear. He quickly turned his wrist, and an invisible tendril-like object was broken under the spear. The rotten and fragrant wind rose from the ground and passed over his faceplate. .
Correspondingly, from the sounds of sword swings in Dorne's battle behind him, he could hear that the demon was slightly hurt by this. Dorn took advantage of the victory and pursued him. Part of the demon was penetrated, and a wet and dripping sound exploded. At the same time, Dorn's breathing became heavier for a moment. The Primarch was met with a counterattack.
Constantine did not squint, did not look back, and made more judgments.
——Yes, this is still the real universe. The invasion of demons is not stable, and the source is under his spear.
Although Fulgrim's gesture seemed to be a kind of protection...
Constantine did not hesitate and immediately pierced the edge of the Sun Spear into the thing in Fulgrim's arms.
For a moment there was the crisp sound of metal tearing, and then, the images brought to him by the Sun Spear flooded into his mind.
The Sun God reveals truth to the bearer, and he is indeed ready to receive some images, as he has been doing so many times lately.
But this time it’s different.
What flashed before him was a vision of a silver lake burning with golden-red flames. The lake was surrounded by boundless darkness that could erode inward at any time. An ovoid object like a cocoon of steel sat in the center of the lake, woven into loosely spaced circular cages with silver wires. Flames overflowed from the wires. It could be vaguely seen that there seemed to be two figures in the cage.
"Samus is waiting in the darkness..." Samus's whisper continued.
Amidst the continuous crackling sounds, the blade of the Sun Spear instantly pierced the existence still shrouded in darkness in the real world - even though Constantine had no idea about the origin of this thing. There was some guessing, but he still didn't hesitate in his piercing, only the precision and determination of an executioner.
The power in the spear is constantly gathering, as if invisible light extends from the tip of the spear, penetrating reality and connecting an area that he cannot describe in words. The light seemed to extend to his feet, waiting for him to move forward.
What can make the Sun Spear become a channel for energy communication?
Constantine concentrated all his energy on actually impaling a Primarch with the spear for the first time. He wasn't sure what would happen next.
The sound of fighting behind him became more intense. As the battle continued, the walls of the secret room began to twist, as if eroded by the devil's breath, the stones cracked silently, and the air was filled with a sickening sweet smell, intertwined with the destructive smell of burnt oil.
"Dorne, hold it back." Constantine reminded loudly.
Dorn remained silent, still focused on fighting. The blades intertwined with splashing sparks and arcs, causing waves of turmoil in the air.
Snow-white light surged up against the Sun Spear, as if spurting out from a punctured wound. Constantine heard the creaking of his golden armor, and the temperature continued to rise. He knelt on the ground, lowered his head, and grasped the handle of the spear tightly with both hands.
At that moment, Constantine's consciousness was torn into another world. His body was still kneeling in the darkness, but his spirit had been guided by the Sun Spear and entered the silver lake he saw. ——
Constantine’s combat boots stepped on the lake, and golden-red flames danced around his golden boots. The darkness around him was slowly pressing down, like a huge overwhelming net, which instantly put great pressure on Constantine.
Ignoring the crackling of his bones, he lowered his head and looked through the lake.
In the depths of the clear silver lake, he saw two Primarchs—Fulgrim and Ferrus Manus.
They lay in a cocoon made of steel. The gap in the cocoon was large enough for Constantine to see their existence clearly.
Fulgrim's body is now half empty and half real, like a beautiful ghost. The silver flames reflected on his pale face, that proud face with eyes closed now, exhausted.
Ferrus's body is also uncertain. He is lying in Fulgrim's arms, his limbs have almost disappeared, silver light flickers on his remaining torso, his breathing is weak, but he is still awake. , eyes locked tightly on his brother.
Constantine stabbed the Sun Spear into the lake in silence. The tide of the Silver Lake rushed to the tip of the spear as if being attracted, passing through invisible filters, leading to the highest crossroads.
The water surface began to drop, and the space occupied by the lake surface was like reverse ripples, shrinking in circles until Fulgrim and Ferus emerged from the water.
Fulgrim opened his eyes and wrapped his incomplete arms tightly around Ferus' body. He saw Constantine and recognized the former commander of the Custodes. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, trying to maintain a trace of his former attitude.
Did Rogal Dorn bring him here?
"Commander of the Custodes..." Fulgrim said hoarsely, and the fire retreated slightly under his control, allowing Constantine to approach.
He forced a smile: "It seems that we have caused trouble for father. Then, this power does not belong to the throne. Ferus, what do you think?"
"Kang Standing?" Ferus murmured in a low voice, his eyes full of doubts.
Constantine did not respond. His eyes swept across Fulgrim and Ferus coldly, and the Sun Spear in his hand shone with silver light, like a cold star from the sky. Without answering or pausing, he walked towards the two primarchs step by step.
The smile on Fulgrim's face disappeared, and the joy in his heart was gradually replaced by uneasiness.
He looked at Constantine's figure getting closer and closer, his eyes subconsciously fell on the sharp spear tip, and a chill filled his heart. As Constantine approached, he felt that the threat posed by the spear was also approaching, just like that spear was more dangerous and irresistible to them than anything in the world.
Fulgrim's heart beat very fast. It was a weird near-death experience that set off alarm bells in his head.
His arms hugged Ferus tighter. Ferrus also felt something strange. Even though he doubted Fulgrim's judgment, he still tightened the cocoon of steel to protect Fulgrim.
"Constantine? Will you lead us away?" Fulgrim asked hesitantly.
Constantine's footsteps did not stop, as if he could not hear Fulgrim's question at all.
He assessed the surrounding situation in his own way, then raised the Sun Spear and pointed it at the silver cocoon where they were.
The flames of the phoenix suddenly burned fiercely, as if it was threatened, and silver thorns grew crazily from the flames, trying to prevent Constantine from approaching.
"What are you going to do?" Ferus asked Constantine coldly, with dignity in his voice.
Constantine maintained his stance on holding the spear with an expressionless expression: "By the Emperor's order, I have the right to execute the Primarch. You have been corrupted enough to become my Lord's nourishment."
" Father's order?" Fulgrim asked in surprise, unable to believe what he heard.
The remaining water waves of Silver Lake became turbulent, and a seemingly urgent emotion came from the surrounding darkness. The presence of the Throne of Terra became stronger and stronger, and the dark eagle claws flashed out of the darkness. He passed by and knocked aside the unprepared Constantine. The former commander of the Imperial Guard lowered his head and looked at the scorch marks on his chest, then stood up again while holding on to his spear.
Fulgrim faintly heard some voices, which seemed to be whispers from the throne...
"My son, I have been betrayed..." He heard the emperor's voice low from the darkness. sounded.
Is this the Emperor's voice? Who betrayed him? A flicker of doubt flashed through his mind - Constantine?
The next moment, he quickly suppressed this suspicion and firmly told himself: No, this is not the emperor.
Ferus also obviously heard the whisper. With anger in his eyes, he looked directly at Fulgrim: "Someone betrayed the Emperor."
"That is not the Emperor. Emperor! Believe me, the throne is deceiving us, Ferus," Fulgrim said excitedly, "The real father..."
His voice stopped suddenly, and the conflict in his heart made him speechless for a moment. . The real father... sent Constantine to execute them? How is this possible? How could Constantine, a tool of the Emperor, kill his son for the Emperor's death?
How is this possible?
The surrounding darkness seemed to have come to life and began to swallow up the glimmer of Silver Lake. Whispers echoed in his ears like a tide, which seemed to be the voice of the throne, and seemed to be some deeper malice.
"Betrayal...the Emperor has been betrayed..." Every word he heard was like a chokehold on his throat, making Fulgrim's breathing harder and harder.
“Fulgrim, what are you talking about?” Ferus looked at Fulgrim, doubts and pain accumulating in his eyes. His face turned pale, as if he had never seen the brother in front of him. Generally, "Who is deceiving us? Are you still conscious?"
Fulgrim's throat tightened, and he wanted to answer, but found that he could not find the words. The beliefs and vows he once firmly believed in were now crumbling like gravel deep in his heart. His heart was filled with confusion and contradiction, and Ferus' questioning made him feel torn pain.
Constantine quickly stood up, and the dark eagle claws penetrated the Aquila breastplate, burning a pair of charcoal-like scars on his chest. The hormones that are supposed to bring fear are increasing rapidly in his body, but there is no emotion in his rational mind.
He didn't care about these details. While observing whether there were any new attacks, he approached Fulgrim and Ferus again.
Fulgrim's heart was in chaos, but he still realized that they needed the truth, yes... at least, they needed to know the truth that they missed during the period when the Star Torch was dim. ——Maybe this can offset Ferus' confusion, or change Constantine's mind.
"Constantine!" Fulgrim shouted, reluctantly moving his eyes away from Ferus's face, "Tell me...why? Why were you ordered to execute us? The meaning of this order is What? What did we do? "
Constantine stopped, looking directly at the two primarchs through the flames and thorns. The firelight danced on his armor, but could not penetrate his emotionless eyes.
He used the Sun Spear to push aside the steel thorns, and the silver light flickered along the tip of the spear, gradually absorbing the barrier built by Fulgrim's flames with spiritual power.
The obstacles constructed by the two Primarchs through mental power were vulnerable to his spear. Or is that what the spear was made for?
"The Emperor has passed away." Constantine's voice was low, but with a chilling coldness, as if announcing an established fact.
“What?” Fulgrim felt as if his heart was suddenly squeezed, and he felt dizzy in his mind. The surrounding silver lake and flames were blurred in his sight.
Father... is dead?
His fingers were trembling as he gripped Ferus' shoulders tightly, not daring to let go.
Every moment in the past echoed in his mind - the emperor's orders, the brothers' oaths, the time they fought together... Now all of this is really just as Constantine said, Is there only the shadow of a lie left?
"This is impossible..." He whispered, almost forgetting the purpose of Constantine coming here, and the arm hugging Ferus also trembled slightly.
Constantine said bluntly: "The one on the throne is no longer the emperor you believe in, but the King of Darkness. My Lord's throne still exists, but the throne has long been eroded."
< br>Ferrus's eyes turned to Constantine, and the anger on his face gradually turned into cold murderous intent. "What are you talking about, Constantine?" His voice was low and dangerous, as if he was about to explode at the next moment. "You said our father has..." He couldn't bring himself to say those fatal words, but the anger in his heart had been ignited.
Constantine continued to speak, letting the truth fall like ice rain.
“The Dark God has ascended to the throne, and the Empire will spread his worship. You may continue to be loyal to a false shadow, but you will not have the opportunity to enter an era of lies.”
< br>The Sun Spear shines with blazing light.
"Until then, you will offer your essence to the Emperor's resurrection."
(End of Chapter)