Chapter 165 03.0164: "A world where only Khorne's lackeys are hurt"

[How is this going……]
Horatio entered the darksight, but he felt somewhat unimpressed by it.

In front of him, the scene in the omen fragment was exactly the real-time battle on the bridge of the Murder-class cruiser.

He saw a blasphemous ritual, a magic circle that was a hundred times more powerful than the long-range summoning circle outside the Church of the Goddess.

I'm afraid it will be enough to summon the Great Daemon of Khorne.

Fortunately, he was not at the scene, otherwise it would be questionable whether his mortal body could withstand such high corrosion.

The company commander was seen sweating profusely as he advanced forward with difficulty as if he was facing a storm.

Suddenly, Qianzi next to him trembled violently.

"Psychic Attunement: The Untouchable"

[The prosthetic limbs were used to take emergency shelter, and somehow synchronized with Farida?]
Horatio couldn't think of anyone else around him who was an Untouchable.

From a bird's eye view, Horatio saw the evil light in the Thousand Son's eyes turn into a terrifying darkness.

This kind of black can swallow all colors, it is the most extreme black.

Qianzi's blue armor began to vibrate.

Gada trembled.

Everyone present noticed this unusual movement.

boom!
When the vibration of the armor reached a critical threshold, the Thousand Son's body exploded.

A flash of darkness suddenly burst out, swallowing up the entire color of the bridge, wiping out the terrible scarlet and the sacred golden light.

"what!!!!"

The Lord of Enchantment roared in extreme pain.

His Baroque brass armor was fading, and his ram-head horned helmet seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, so much that he could not lift his head.

He realized that it wasn't the helmet that had become heavier, but that he had been greatly weakened.

"What have you done!!" he roared heartbreakingly at the place where the Thousand Sons exploded.

The company commander felt the throbbing veins and the angry pain in his head that was about to explode disappear.

Instead, he felt extremely nauseous and queasy.

But it is better than the anger and pain of the former.

The Lord of Enchantment had no idea what was going on, and his long-planned conspiracy failed inexplicably.

He had planned to use the Chaos Daemon's summoning circle to force the Blood Angels Captain to launch a desperate attack on him.

When he steps onto the first step of the Brass Command Throne, the trap he has set will allow the consciousness of the former champion of the chapter, the Lord of the Holy Blood Watch, whom the master has been thinking about, to reach the Brass Throne directly.

Then, his master would personally bring this youngest and most promising champion captain in the history of the Blood Angels into the arms of the true God.

But his plan inexplicably failed. The sudden dark explosion destroyed all his trump cards in an instant.

This horrified the Lord of Enchantment.

"Hahahahahaha!"

A disembodied, treacherous laugh came from where the Thousand Sons had exploded and disappeared.

"Is all this part of your plan?! Chizi!!"

"You thought you had a sure win, but everything that happened today was just a treacherous game to please our Lord with your blood.

Your game is over, but ours has just begun."

The psychic aftermath of the Thousand Sons Rubric Warrior slowly disappeared, leaving behind only a creepy, evil smile.

The Lord of Enchantment watched with trembling pupils as the great demon summoning array disappeared and the powerful magic trap was destroyed. The shame and anger of being tricked paralyzed his mind.

He finally understood why he was able to capture this Thousand Sons Ruby Warrior so easily.

And the mysterious man in gray robe who gave him advice.

[Where did that damn slave go? ? ]
He angrily looked for the mysterious advisor who had given him advice and made detailed plans, and the hatred in his eyes was enough to tear him to pieces.

But the person he was looking for had completely disappeared, as if he had vanished into the darkness.

When he raised his head again, Captain Afiel had seized the moment of his collapse and rushed to him.

The traitor tried to raise his weapon to block, but he had no strength at all, as if his blood had been drained and his bones had been pulled out.

He faced his final judgment.

Sizzle! —

Captain Afiel kicked the Enchanter's chest with his iron boot expressionlessly, and pulled out the sword.

This despicable and cunning apostle of darkness slumped on the brass battleship command throne, and the hateful red light in the eyes of the goat-head horned helmet finally disappeared.

The blasphemous scriptures written on human skin were soaked and wrinkled by blood, and stuck limply to his body.

"Technician, overload the enemy ship's engines. Aim the rudder at the Slaughter-class cruiser." Captain Afiel breathed a sigh of relief. The energy that made him sick dissipated not long after the explosion.

"Yes, Captain brother."

He felt a sense of relief as his breathing became fresh again.

It's like a person whose breathing is blocked taking a long-awaited breath of fresh air.

"Battle brothers, let's retreat!"

The Murder-class cruiser became a hulk floating in the void, but the Blood Angels still did not let go of her desecrated body.

The Techmarine used the prosthetic limbs on his power backpack to expertly hack into the ship's operating system, setting the ship to overload its engines in five minutes.

A Blood Angel turned the blood-stained steering wheel and, using extraordinary computing speed, aimed it at the path that the Slaughter-class cruiser must take.

Finally, the Blood Angels reached the docking station at the fastest speed and rushed to the battle barge on the blood-red thunder eagle. Under the unstoppable offensive, the battle inside this old ship full of glory had ended. The guards killed every invading Blood God servant and threw their bodies into the void.

"My lord! The 'Blood Walker' is rushing towards us!" the observer on the Slaughter-class shouted.

"Get those eight-fold stigmata bastards away! Quickly!"

"No response from the communication!"

"Damn it, who the hell is driving the boat? You, you, and you all! Lightning strike, teleport up."

The exasperated warband warrior pointed at several of his traitorous Astartes and said.

call out! ——

When a wave of red light was transmitted from the Slaughter-class to the Murder-class, these Skullsworn Warriors found that the entire ship was like purgatory.

There was no one alive, no breath, no fear, only dead silence.

"Cancel the overload!" the leading traitor shouted to his men.

When a Skullsworn Astartes walked to the operating table.

boom!
There was an explosion that shook the entire deck.

A booby trap set by the Tech Sergeant exploded, destroying the approaching attackers and damaging the control panel.

This completely eliminated the possibility of them shutting down the plasma engine overload.

"Turn! Turn!!!"

"The rudder's capstan chain has been cut! It's just a spinning wheel now!!"

"No! No! No! Blood Angels!!!"

Furious cries of despair echoed throughout the command bridge.

The Murder-class pierced into the center of the Slaughter-class cruiser with a scream, and its sharp horns killed many people.

Whoosh whoosh!! —

The plasma engine's flames changed from scarlet to black-red.

The activated Cyclops Demon engine began to roar.

This mindless monster doesn't care who it hits, it just wants fear and screams.

The Slaughter-class crew, who were also followers of Khorne, used their lives to satisfy its brutal and greedy desires.

It roared, feeling very happy.

Then, a flash of scarlet light burst out from its abdomen.

boom! ! ! !

The Murder-class ship that had penetrated the body of the Slaughter-class cruiser exploded.

It turned into a ball of deep red brilliant plasma light in the void.

The high temperature of tens of millions of degrees engulfed the Slaughter-class cruiser, followed by an even larger, perfectly circular ball of ion light.

"It's so beautiful." Farida couldn't help but sigh.

"Yeah. It's definitely more shocking than the illustration," Horatio responded.

This was also the first time he had witnessed an ion engine explosion on a ship as large as a cruiser.

The two huge warships turned into countless void debris and dust clouds in just one minute.

The fragments float in the vast void, becoming a permanent part of it.

The traitors paid the heaviest price for their crimes.

They were despised by Khorne, who regarded them as the true god, and their poor performance made even the Power of Destruction feel disgusted.

Once again, the Imperial Navy performed its duties heroically.

The Blood Angels had exacted their revenge.

There was another who planned the entire operation on the day of Sanguinius.

The guy who had tricked the Khorne apostles of the two powerful warbands, the Skull Oath and the Eightfold Stigmata, into a mess chuckled.

The angry and hateful Khorne himself at least enjoyed watching some parts of the battle.

A world was achieved in which only the apostles of Khorne, who were reduced to servants and lackeys, were hurt.

　Tzeentch: You thought you were on the 8th floor, but I was actually on the 9th floor. You will pay the price for your greed and plunder.

　　In fact, this plan of the Tzeentch forces was revealed in the previous plot (end of Chapter 87), when the Khorne forces expressed in the Silent Alliance that they were eager to take action against the Blood Angels.

　　And this recklessness may destroy the entire Silent Alliance conspiracy plan.

　　The apostles of Tzeentch warned the apostles of Khorne once, but the apostles of Khorne did not listen.

　　And Tzeentch's style is true prophecy and true warning. I will only say it once.

　　If you don't listen, I will make you suffer heavy losses and then kick you out of the program.

　　Therefore, Tzeentch's apostles were already prepared to kick Old K out of the game and make him lose both the wife and the army.

　　Server notification: The room owner [Tzeentch] kicked the administrator [Khorne] out of the game.

　　Of course, the plan spoken by the apostles of Tzeentch could not be true.

　　Just tricking others into helping yourself.

　　Those who don't obey will be kicked out and suffer heavy losses. When they are about to succeed, they will step on the other two "allies" and climb up to reap the fruits themselves.

　　Everything is for Tzeentch's own selfish desires and real plans.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)