Chapter 1658 Witchcraft Sound Transmission
“Let’s begin.”
Huron’s chief wizard Garon Surlet sent a signal, and the eighteen wizards immediately pulled out their sacrificial knives and held them high. rise.
While they were acting, a dozen incense burners that were shaped like beast mouths full of twisted fangs spit out streams of fragrance, filling the dimly lit interior of the temple.
Xiu Lun strode towards the center of the circle, leaving his bodyguards standing by. These Terminator warriors stood side by side. Their genetically enhanced bodies were wrapped in thick ceramic armor. The color of the armor was like Congealed blood.
They were silent, occasionally breathing in the thick smoke through their helmets, and Huron made his way to his place, scarred by countless deep scars from the brutal battles of the past, rubies shooting out of his enchanted armor. A dim light like that illuminated his face from below, making him look ferocious and evil. An iron ring symbolizing chaos replaced the iron halo of former glory. A huge and cruel power claw was installed on his right arm, and a large number of segmented cables pierced him. Necrotic muscles at the base of his neck and temples that occasionally twitched as he walked - he should have died, but he managed to survive through corrupted sorcery.
"Praise the gods, bless my soul,"
As the ceremony began, Garon Sulet began to recite the incantation. It was a dark, cadenced incantation that lit up the brazier in the temple. The glow dimmed, and then the shadows began to jump and crawl.
Then the wizard stopped in front of the copper plate, raising his sword and dragging it on his power-armored palm.
When the sword blade crossed the palm of his hand, black blood dripped out, hissing like acid, and dripped into the sacrificial blood pool.
"The original wind, the voice that preaches me!"
Garon Sulet shouted, the real space trembled because of these words, his followers repeated the prayer, their voices were terrifying and cold ,cruel.
At this time, the blade in the wizard's hand began to make a harsh noise, hovering on the edge of perception, making people feel uneasy.
Garon Sulet tried hard to maintain his concentration and control the gradually increasing winds of the subspace. Because of the eternal and uncertain characteristics of chaos, even the most skilled wizards must perform large-scale rituals. Be very careful and cautious, any mistake may lead to catastrophic consequences.
This is also the reason why although the Word Bearers are not very good at psychic powers, they are very good in the field of chaos. Their proficiency in chaos rituals and demonology can ensure that they can perform large-scale warp rituals. Far safer than others, even Thousand Sons are not as good as them.
"Sacrifice!"
With Garon Surlet's roar, the other wizards immediately waved their blades outwards, and the daggers played their own chaotic sounds one after another. These tones It sounded terrifying and restless, and eventually turned into a beautiful carnival music, and then the jagged blade slashed across the throat of the kneeling slave.
Some of the sacrifices let out pitiful screams before their windpipes were sawed open, and blood sprayed into the brass plates like a rainstorm.
Then Huron felt something in the air pouring out of nothingness, wetting the twitching and scratching sacrifices, and then flowing into the evil plate, connecting with the centerpiece. The blood mixes together.
Huron's cruel little pet Hamadria was also so excited that he jumped around at his feet and barked sharply.
At the heart of the ritual, the blood begins to swirl and echo with the octet of Chaos as Garon Sulet continues his Litany of Chaos.
The blood swirled slowly at first, swirling around the blood pool like wine in a balloon glass. As more and more blood filled the plate, the wizard's chant became more and more enthusiastic, and the volume became louder and louder. The bigger it gets, the faster it spins.
Soon, it spiraled up into a rotating column of blood. When the sacrifices shed all their blood and twisted for the last moment of their lives, the ghost fire jumped into the blood pool and coiled around the blood tip.
Dark prayers echoed in the halls, ghostly fires roared, and shadows danced wildly.
But the next second, the braziers and candlesticks were extinguished one by one, just like extinguishing snuff boxes, leaving only the Chaos Space Marines standing on the edge of darkness, the only light being the mixture of blood and fire. Pillar.
In the final prayer, Garon Sulet ended the chant. As the flames and blood swirled in the air, the base of the pillar broke away from the pool of blood. They merged into one, the swelling heat and the biting cold expressed themselves in a very contradictory way. Form pours from them.
Then, with a final implosion, they stabilized into a glowing vertical pupil-shaped void in reality - some Chaos Space Marines who despised sorcery would regard this short-lived sub- The space rift calls it "the wizard bitch spreads her legs", and of course it is indeed quite vivid in a sense. Huron stood in front of the hollow, feeling a sour wind blowing from the terrible crack, and then some alluring musky smell.
The flames danced around the hole, and although it hung vertically in the air like the entrance to a tunnel, the blood slowly dripped into the hole, as if dripping into a terrible , in the bottomless well.
Huron felt the terrifying gaze of that thing that lived in the endless shadows, that thing that hid behind the veil of reality like the man-eating dragon hiding in the cave in the fairy tale.
However, he knew that the monster opposite was much more real than the monster in the fairy tale.
The silence lasted for a long time, becoming increasingly unbearable.
"I am Luft Huron."
After a long time, Huron finally spoke, realizing that the other party was also waiting for a response.
"It turns out to be the great Black Heart King——"
The sound of the thing came from the deep pit, a smooth and disgusting snicker. Huron suddenly frowned, and these words brushed his body like a soft and moist veil. , if possible, he actually doesn’t want to deal with the followers of the Prince of Darkness, but there is no way, the force is stronger than others, especially after learning that so many battle groups have joined the Soshyan expeditionary force, Huron is keenly aware that he is now The biggest flaw is that there are no champions strong enough to deal with the empire's famous masters.
“What’s the point of searching for us so much?”
Contemptuous words were blown out of the hollow along with the lazy, icy breeze, and Huron could even hear the additional words. snickering - they are indeed a bunch of arrogant beasts as the rumors say.
On the other side of the hollow, in what was once the bridge but now has been completely distorted into a stage of flesh and blood, a huge black shadow moved a few times on the throne, and tapped the armrest of the throne lightly with his fingers. The tense human face above made a painful thumping sound.
“Such long-distance communication is very time-consuming~”
Although he was dissatisfied with the other party's attitude, Huron needed these experts now, so he suppressed his anger and focused his attention entirely on the hole spinning in reality.
"Is it the player who is talking to me?"
"Ah, the great Black Heart King still has the heart to care about our small, insignificant war gang? It's really flattering, Yes, that's right."
"I want to talk to your master directly."
"Oh, this is not easy. It depends on his mood."
"Player, I know your master is listening."
Huron tried hard to control his voice, not appearing too strong, but not showing any weakness either. He knew very well how to communicate with These are messy people who have gone through thousands of years of fighting.
“I hope that the Flawless Blade can help me fight against the false emperor’s expeditionary force.”
(End of this chapter)