Chapter 65 The Flash of the Ghost of Destruction
Destiny Steel
Purification Ceremony Site
The smell of the specially made Tizka meditation incense filled the entire Hall of Omens.
Above the sky, there is pure darkness as far as the eye can see.
On the mural hidden in the shadows, countless eyes painted with gold and gem powder stare at the center of the venue.
The lost cultivation chamber from a certain great sage is still working faithfully and reliably, with a faint green light covering the face of the sleeping person inside.
The purity mark written by Julius before was filled with all the places that should be marked on this ancient object - the cautious young man looked up the Mars Sect, the Holy State Church and the Astartes in the library He also had books on instruction related to the Society, and was not stingy with his ink, lacquer, and parchment.
The golden and red candlelight clusters lit for the ceremony danced brightly among the hazy black shadows, becoming the only source of light in the hall.
"————————" The think tank director raised his hands and used a psychic push to use his uvula, tongue and tongue tip to work simultaneously so that he could use a This method of pronunciation cannot be used by untrained mortals to produce spells that are completely incomprehensible to others, and some bands can even be captured by psykers.
The surging supreme heavenly energy in the Supreme Wizard's body is being released through the bright eyes of the bird on the falcon-shaped staff. The vast ocean is calm today, unusually generous and loving, and Emmenut can feel a large amount of extremely rare peace, wisdom and The power of knowledge was flowing through his mortal body.
His Librarian apprentice Julius stands by as his ritual assistant - primarily to provide his master with more auxiliary psychic powers.
Due to the current severe shortage of psykers, the blond Astartes, who had to work part-time as Chapter Chaplain, stood on the energy node of the purification ritual charging circle, with his eyes closed, using a precise Export your psychic energy to the core node of the ritual in a controlled manner.
“Praise you——! He who sits on the throne——! Clear away for us the dust covering things——!”
Amazingly beautiful and colorful blue Color filled the Supreme Wizard's eyes. On his staff, the falcon-shaped carving seemed to be spreading its wings due to the intense fluctuations of spiritual energy. No, it didn't look like a bird-shaped phantom was flying on the staff. It gathered higher at the top and quickly became huge above the ceremony leader——
"...I said, Dassadra, although it is indeed impossible for us to hold a house ceremony with the Corpse King's lackeys on the legion's flagship, the feedback energy reading of this psychic gadget in my helmet is now high. It’s starting to make me feel uneasy. Is this wizard really not going to make any big noise for us?”
Shanto, the war blacksmith who accompanied Dassadra as the recorder, passed with a serious attitude. He asked his companions quietly over the communicator and private channel built into his helmet.
"I don't know, Shanto, but it would be better if he stabbed the enemy." Dassadra, now a full twenty-eight centimeters taller than before, the war blacksmith is in the new, recast "Then I can press this remote control and legitimately blow everything here up to the sky - directly into the vacuum of space."
< br>"If you mean 'everything' includes the two of us, then I still choose to hope that the wizard can successfully finish this family drinking."
Shanto muttered, using the feather in his hand The pen was dipped in some bone meal ink, "Oh, the engine room of the Iron Blood! What is that?!"
The Supreme Wizard closed his eyes tightly, and his black hair with blue-purple luster danced wildly in the air.
The Thousand Sons Astartes was swept up into the air by the psychic hurricane, and it was difficult to tell whether he had lost consciousness.
Above his head, the huge summoned bird-shaped phantom was changing its color crazily: black in every hue, lapis blue to ultramarine, elegant violet to uncomfortable. The bright pink, the vibrant green to the yellow-green of putrefaction, the rich blood color to the dried red of rust - the magic circle hungrily and continuously drained the power of the host, and pain appeared on the face of the think tank director. expression.
"I think he is about to overturn. This situation is very familiar. I have seen at least a dozen wizards like this before their life force was drained by the ritual - I'm afraid he made the battle too big. , It’s just a recycled sample, there’s really no need for him to do this.”
Dassadra didn’t answer Shanto’s words, but the Iron Warrior veteran quietly clenched his hand.
—————————Luft Huron was sitting in his bridge seat.
This is the Doomghost, his flagship that followed Huron long before anything happened.
For every part of this flagship, even if the Black Heart King closes his eyes, he can image the smallest basic structure in his mind, perhaps even better than the maintenance personnel of the ship itself.
After all, for a leader, if he does not understand everything about the place he is in, he will not be able to better implement his strategy and will, and will be more prone to negligence and deception.
It is true that with the change of its owner's position, the transfer of places and the passage of time, the Doomwraith has also changed some parts of itself "with the times".
The double-headed eagle symbolizing the past service to the false emperor was taken away or directly damaged or daubed. As a replacement and covering, the crew has replaced all the original main symbols with the eight-pointed star symbol that is now their object of loyalty. decorate.
The "Red Corsairs", as Huron and his subordinates now called themselves, replaced the original emblem of the Astral Claws with the black iron claw mark on a rusty red background.
There is no doubt that a lot of changes have taken place in the crew following Huron. Anyone who dares to question, resist and disobey will be punished by the Black Heart King who wears fang helmets - or the first-born fangs. The Terminator Guards became more and more of the new decorations on the Doomwraith: flayed skeletons, stripped and simply disposed of, human skins with or without blasphemous inscriptions, severed heads and inscriptions written in blood. Words.
Even so, only complete madness is not allowed here. Luft Huron would never outright declare his allegiance to a specific one of the four gods. He would only choose the situation that was most beneficial to him. Therefore, the Lord of the Red Pirates would never tolerate any disorder, loss of control, and chaos under his eyes. appears below.
He wanders between the four powers and always grabs what he wants. This confidence comes from his admiration for a certain kind of order - efficiency, precision, obedience, and execution.
Therefore, the new Badab tyrant is able to think carefully.
What was before him now was the latest omen obtained by the soothsayer: the rise of the morning star, the steel sky.
Huron thought.
His thoughts naturally drifted to the Lord of the Black Legion, then other forces, other... people?
The Black-Hearted King curled his lips, revealing his bloody teeth.
"Then, the situation must become more suitable for war."
Gua...
What a bad weather, there are still two updates today
Forgot to press the publish button again and walked away (turn to the next page)
Some other random thoughts and complaints:
Is anyone watching Imperial Fists... (Mask of Pain)
Why is there so little information about a founding group? Everyone is basically repeating each other's LEX , the Chinese translation is really pitiful, any group search will find more information than theirs...
I would like to write more about Imperial Fist, and you should have something to write for me
Hell joke: The position of the Red Pirate today was originally for the Imperial Fist. Because there was too little information about the Imperial Fist, it was impossible to write it down, so the Black Heart King took the position of the Imperial Fist
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