Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 466 Black and Red, Planning in the Shadows (51) Decisive Battle, Part [-] - Variables

Wave……

Another blood-colored talisman broke instantly, which also meant the complete demise of the thousands of souls who sacrificed to obtain it.

Painful wailing sounded from the crack of the crystal, and the passively activated energy shield blocked Calvin's lightning claw for a moment, and at this moment, Erebus was once again taken away by the portal generated by the crystal talisman.

"The fifth one..." Erebus recovered from the severe dizziness, and while counting the number of remaining amulets in his heart, he also raised his eyes to observe the surrounding environment.

That entrance should be in the church in the center of the cemetery, but the original church had long been destroyed by the soldiers under Horus.

Erebus reconfirmed the direction of the church ruins, and the Primarch's footsteps sounded in the woods behind him.

"Oh, here you are..."

As soon as Calvin's voice aroused Erebus' vigilance, a silver figure broke through the air.

The chief priest's impressive martial arts in Aster Tower was too late to display, and the energy shield that had just recovered on his body was shattered again.

hum!
Buzzing lightning claws ripped through the air, carving a furrow in the stone slabs of the graveyard.

The chief priest who retreated frantically and wanted to lock onto the Primarch didn't even have time to use his psychic power, so he saw the afterglow left by the ferocious sharp claw slashing in front of him again in astonishment...

Bo... Another shattering of an amulet, and this time his breastplate was also shattered.

Only a few centimeters away, the sharp edge of the Lightning Claw could pierce his heart, and he was powerless against Calvin's speed, and he could only see the afterimage left by the Primarch's attack.

"What a monster! No... all Primarchs are monsters!"

Erebus cursed Calvin, and it could even be said that he was expressing some of his views on Lorgar.

He was thrown from the portal, holding on to the stone at hand, panting and retching violently due to the dizziness of continuous teleportation.And the more embarrassed he was, the more intense the thirst for power in his eyes.

"Soon..." he murmured, his sweaty palms were groping for the staff on his back, and of the eight crystals arranged according to the chaotic eight-pointed star, only the last one remained unlit.

This staff is his proud work, and it is also the exclusive weapon he prepared against the Primarch after he obtained the famous "Ancient Enemy Blade" back then.

But it is different from the legendary sword, but it was prepared by the Chaos Powers in advance and handed out by his hands.This staff was entirely derived from his own desire to become a demon, and it finally took shape after a long period of accumulation.

And this is just a key, its energy supply is to use the power of the huge magic circle connected to it and spread throughout the entire Jamoro star area to temporarily freeze the Primarch's body in place.

And all Erebus needed was this short time, for the legendary key to the portal to the secrets of the gods was the blood of a noble man—a Primarch.

"Soon..." Erebus hinted to his body, so that this aging body, which could not be redeemed in the subspace, would dedicate its power to him again.

As long as he completes the most critical step in the plan, then power, rights, and even truly eternal life are no longer fantasies that only exist in dreams.

The current location is less than one kilometer away from the legendary portal.

And if there are no accidents, the blasphemy ceremony he arranged for Calvin and spread throughout the entire Jameolo sector should be completed after decades of careful preparation...
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boom!A flaming meteor fell from the sky, tumbled, and finally smashed hard into a mining hill in the Padilla galaxy.

Outside the three-meter-deep pothole, the upturned ground still had burnt marks, and under the steamy pit, two Astartes in blood-colored power armor had just kicked open the deformed hatch.

On the orbit of the mining world, two heavy cruisers are cruising around the sunken ruins of the "Desire Heart".

A large number of jumping torpedoes are densely planted on the Blood Raven battleship, and nearly a hundred Word Bearers are among them, looking for something nervously.

Ten minutes passed, and the Word Bearer on the Heart of Desire still hadn't found his target.

They sent a signal to the mothership that the mission failed, and on the flagship bridge of this fleet, Zarulak, the blessed son of glory and the guardian of the Padilla galaxy appointed by Erebus himself, is at this moment. Looking nervously at the time above his head.

"How many troops do we have?" He asked the fallen mechanical priest beside him.

"There are only five in the fleet, but if they are mobilized from the ground..."

"There's no time...let them all go down!"

Zaroulak looked at the distance between the urban agglomeration on the ground and the blood crows, and decisively gave up this unrealistic plan.

"Where is Lord Yeager?" The mechanical priest asked decisively. Without the order of Erebus, he could not drive Yeager, who is also the blessed son.

"The head pastor empowered me to be in charge of everything here..." Zalourak emphasized:

If Yeager dared to disobey, it would be denying Erebus' will.

"Your will..." The fallen mechanical priest in black robe bowed his head, then moved the eight-legged spider suit and walked out.

A few minutes later, the belly of the battleship in orbit opened again, and the more than ten deathclaws carrying the hunting team also flew towards the ground in an arc under the adjustment of the rocket injector...

"You said, is our mission a success?"

Pulling up his only remaining companion from the deep pit, Lewan asked him about his inner problems. During the week-long raid, they failed to enter the core territory of the Word Bearers.

"At least we tried our best." Herbert climbed out of the pit and glanced at the sky, then turned to comfort Lewand.

The two confirmed the direction for a while, and then walked towards the depths of the nearby mountains.

"Then, what about the promise that the lord made to us?" Lewan spread his palms, and Calvin's psionic seed appeared again.

"Do you believe it?" Herbert shrugged his shoulders, and then gave up this action due to the limitations of the armor.

"No one has ever touched that area, and he should be no exception."

"I believe..." Lewand retorted, but what he really believed was the dead mentor.

He had no chance to meet Calvin, and naturally he didn't know what Lemoore saw before his death. Doubts and fears filled his heart, but he needed a sustenance at this time.

"Heh..." Herbert shook his head noncommittally, then gave up the idea of ​​persuading his companion and continued walking forward.

After going through such a difficult battle, in his eyes, the victory or defeat of this war is still uncertain, and it is too far away for him to force himself to believe in the promise of a person he has never met.

"Let's go." He turned his head and called to Lewan, who was still thinking, and the latter also put away his psionic seeds and chased after him.

The death claws in the sky are falling rapidly, and in Lewand's spiritual world, the psionic seed that has been keeping quiet has also begun to undergo unpredictable changes quietly...

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(End of this chapter)