Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 864 [306.] Who falls first?

To my life of constant loss, constant compromise, and constant bowing.

However, resistance is valuable, and freedom is valuable.

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Drops of black flame flowed down from the cracks on the gloomy ghost face of the surrendered rebel, and the flames burned fiercely.
The fourteen daggers that had previously pierced into the body and soul of the chief rebel were like living leeches, desperately trying to drill deep into the chief rebel's soul.

The spiritual energy was forcibly extracted, and it didn't seem to be sent out on its own. Instead, it flowed out along the sharp blade of the dagger like blood drained by high pressure, gurgling out like a stream, and then flowed into the leaping concave runes on the altar, causing a prairie black flame.

Only the chief rebel [Mortarion] is alone here.

The black flames burned, the High Heaven twisted and roared, three kinds of fire, red, green and purple, leaped above the earth, mixed in with the black flames, and blazed with the Primarch's breathing.

At the horizon, countless white meteorites shrieked and fell, leaving terrifying cracks in the sky. Those stars splashed onto the earth, creating huge pits and bursting out towering star god energy fountains one after another. The violent energy turbulence rushed to the horizon, twisting to form some spherical entities.

Those individuals have life.

The fragments of the Star God scattered in the air wanted to merge with each other, but it was not easy. Black flames rose, and the white fragments that were about to connect with each other with threads stretched out were touched by the flames and retracted their hands as if in pain.

Compared to the Supreme Heaven of the Death God Mortarion and the Lord of the Empire Guilliman, the warp here is more chaotic. It is almost a completely pure energy state, and more specific images also disappear in some kind of warp turbulence like flames.

The two destiny lines are getting closer.

The First Rebel was aware of this so clearly, because he felt that his psychic power was slowly increasing bit by bit, as if he had received a signal from the main world - this was not a bad thing for him now, as the First Rebel was in desperate need of strength, otherwise he would die under the glory of the Star God.

As a matter of conscience, he did not want to be defeated in front of his other self. Although the First Traitor had no army compared to the other Mortarion, he even signed more than one treaty with his soul.

But he held his head high, unwilling to fall before his other self.

Therefore, the First Rebel is mobilizing everything he can, and he feels that he is accelerating the approach of the two destinies because he is calling on the power from another world.

The subspace here is more chaotic, mixed with psychic powers different from this world, which makes the Supreme Heaven here extremely unstable, like a huge wave disturbed by a huge force.

No psychic individual could cast spells in such a chaotic psychic environment, sort out the turbulent psychic currents that were colliding, screaming and twisting against each other, and shape them into the shape they wanted - no, this was impossible.

But this does not mean that the current psychic environment is bad.

This is exactly what the First Rebel wanted to see. As he was injured, he was unable to carefully shape his psychic energy into a sharp sword to attack the enemy, so he simply did not shape it, but just stirred up the subspace, causing it to become chaotic on its own.

In such a chaotic environment, the psychic tsunami collided and hit the Star God fragments in a disorderly manner, shattering those Star God fragments that desperately wanted to stabilize and merge with each other, and were washed away by the psychic waves again.

In Mortarion's elementary numerology tutorial, psychic disorder is simply described as an exponential growth model. A qualified psychic master should learn how to maintain the stability of the psychic environment around himself and himself in order to better cast spells.

And if the psychic energy begins to become disordered - although its impact is extremely weak in the early stages, it will accumulate rapidly like an avalanche in a very short period of time, and bring about a series of chain reactions that cannot be stopped spontaneously.

At this moment, the Supreme Heaven around the First Rebel was in a state of chaos. The First Rebel even kept adding fuel to the fire that was burning more and more fiercely. The spiritual energies of the two destiny lines rushed in, but due to their different destinies, they could not merge with each other. After collision again and again, they became more and more violent.

In the center of the violent psychic turbulence, the First Rebel, who was nailed to the spot by fourteen daggers, was breathing. The chaotic psychic environment was his method to fight against the fragments of the Star God, but it also brought him harm - chaotic psychic energy would make the internal soul of psychic creatures unstable, and even cause them to self-destruct.

But the Primarch did not focus on regulating his internal psychic energy. His wolf-like eyes were fixed on the sky. The fourteen chains tied to his body with fourteen daggers were bursting out more violent black flames at different times according to the Primarch's will.

Suddenly, black flames ignited and quickly transmitted along the chains to the towering black stone towers at the edge of the altar. Those black towers swayed from side to side visibly. Every time they were activated by the Primarch, they would emit a dull humming sound. Waves of psychic energy rippled violently from the black towers, further intensifying the chaos in the subspace.

The First Rebel is calculating, calculating when to activate which Blackrock Tower to reach the most insane state of chaos the fastest.

Looking down from the starry sky, you will see fourteen black towers humming like they are playing music, and countless beautiful white lights explode on the planet, and are once again crashed away by the huge subspace turbulence that is like flames and water.

During that time, a huge fragment of a star god was screaming. The monster was showing its fangs and claws, trying to fight against the vast ocean formed by the collision of the two subspace turbulences. A vacuum psychic eye appeared around it, but the next moment, the surging psychic energy from all around poured in again to fight against the fragment of the star god.

The monster screamed in pain, and the shrill scream echoed throughout the entire planet, but the Chief Rebel had no expression on his face. He didn't seem to care about the fragments of the Star God. He just stirred up the turbulence of psychic energy, becoming more and more crazy and violent, as if he didn't consider his own survival in the torrent at all.

At least...last longer than the other self.

The first rebel thought.

At least... try to pave the way for their final plan...

The first rebel raised his head to the sky, looking towards the direction where Terra was. Life was always so difficult and absurd. He was still in a dead end, but he was struggling as much as possible to pave the way for the next game - even though he didn't even know how they would escape from this dead end.

But there was no way he would give up.

But...it's still impossible for him to fall before his other self.

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The young slave owner did not yet realize what kind of reins his father had handed him.

When he realized that the rope was a snare around everyone's neck and also the straw that pulled all living beings from falling into hell, he was already pulling the rope skillfully.

………………………………The holy light is as bright as day.

The sky was so clear, with soft white clouds floating in the azure sky, just like the clear sky above Macragge on that day of that year, except that now in that clear blue sky, countless white rainbows pierced the sky and shooting stars fell to the earth.

The bright golden "sunlight" sprinkled brightly on the earth, coating the originally brown land with a layer of gold. The warriors in blue armor did not seem to be standing on the wild land, but on a temple. The smooth golden floor reflected their pure and flawless souls. In the distance, thirteen towering pillars reached into the sky.

Waves of dazzling, joyful and fanatical golden light spread from the Black Stone Tower, illuminating everyone.

In the very center of the altar, in the very center of the temple, the real master was standing there with his head bowed. His body was huge and handsome beyond human, like a statue carved by ancient craftsmen. The face of the lord of the empire was so perfect that he did not look like a human - that was a god, who was inherently superior to humans and had ruled over humans since ancient times.

Under his feet, thirteen shining golden chains penetrated straight into the Black Rock Tower, flashing a light that stung the eyes.

“Courage and Glory!!!”

The Extreme Warriors shouted, the mountains roared, there were so many of them, and under the golden light, those blue armors moved like a real ocean. The smaller fragments of the Star God fell into the sea, just like a stone falling into the sea, but splashing a few blue water droplets, and then silently sank into the real ocean of "masses".

He saw every shining soul.

Guilliman saw it.

For the first time he truly saw them, his sons, his warriors, the people he trusted most. He saw the pure flames burning in the souls of those warriors. The golden light made the Primarch trance, just like a natural love for the blue sky of Macragge. As he looked at those golden souls, Guilliman felt genuine joy and relief.

Perhaps he now understood the Emperor's gaze towards the crowd.

He could no longer distinguish the faces of those people, but only saw those fireworks of different colors and brightness. The one that burned steadily was like a thousand-year-old lamp. The brightest one was not the one that shone brightly, but that should be Calgar, whom he trusted. The one that shot straight into the sky like a spike, the brightest and most unrestrained, should be Cato Sicarius. And that extremely abrupt firelight... Guilliman thought for a moment... Titus? He had not paid attention to this offspring, but at this moment, the soul of this offspring was so dazzling, shining like a bug in the world, and it even made Guilliman feel pain in his eyes.

The pure souls of mankind made Guilliman feel sincerely happy. Those souls burning fiercely because of their faith were the greatest support for the Lord of the Empire. Even though the hammer from the sky was heavy, Guilliman did not feel any effort. For the first time, he realized the wonder of psychic power.

He could see people's souls at will, and witness firsthand the magnificent sight of those souls burning for the empire. He realized the trust that humans had in him, their trust in humans - this trust was enough to make them burn themselves.

These burning souls are the cornerstones that support him standing here.

With the holy light shining down, the unimaginative Guilliman endowed his offspring with the ability to fight, allowing his offspring to wave knives and swords at the Star God fragments, making the Star God fragments "bleed", making the Star God fragments become more like ordinary enemies.

But this ability failed in front of the largest pieces of Star God fragments, so the oceans rushed towards them one after another and were evaporated again. At the front of the battle line, the Titans who were given the most power by Guilliman were wielding swords to deal with the huge Star God fragments as big as mountains. If you look closely, you will be surprised to see an Ultramarines flying up and down like a ghost on the largest piece of Star God fragment - it was the bright light of fire that Guilliman saw before, Titus.

Guilliman heard prayers coming from churches in distant territories behind the Empire. He listened to the believers' most sincere wishes. These wishes for the eternal prosperity of the Empire were transformed into power, and then forged by Guilliman into the sharpest sword in the hands of the Ultramarines.

Among the Ultramarines fighting bloody, Guilliman listened to the dying prayers of those warriors. They wanted to continue fighting, they wanted to tear flesh and blood from the enemy. Guilliman fulfilled their wishes and handed these holy souls to Guilliman. In return, they would continue to fight after death and fulfill their wishes in the psychic domain of the Lord of the Empire.

The stars in the sky were still falling, screaming towards the earth, but the sea waves were still as usual, and the golden sunlight sprinkled on the sea, bringing light and heat to the soul.

If the black moon in the sky had not fallen, perhaps this scene would have lasted for a long time, until the seas dried up and the rocks crumbled.

Behind this azure ocean is the faith and rule of an entire empire. Guilliman built a huge empire by reviewing various documents in the past, and now, this huge empire is continuously supporting him with strength.

The trees that were planted with great effort in the past finally look back on this day and see the fragrance of fruit all over the fields - so intuitive, so moving, so dazzling, and so beautiful.

Roboute Guilliman had never been so relieved.

Although he soon stopped feeling relieved.

Twenty-four minutes later, the battle line between Infinite Emperor Trazyn and the Necrontyr collapsed, the largest Star God fragment was torn into two halves, and the smaller outer half crashed straight into the planet where the Primarch Robert Guilliman was, and the entire planet was directly shattered.

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Trazyn felt dizzy.

The sound echoing around it became smaller and smaller, as if it was walking alone in a deserted wilderness. It shouted loudly, but received no response. Only the whistling wind carried away its sorrow and anger.

The dead who had crawled out of their graves with burning rage fell down one by one, their skeletons collapsed, and they were completely transformed into a handful of soil in the violent wind raised by the Star God, and drifted away with the wind.

It felt that its senses were being cut off one by one. The endless clones of Trazyn turned into nothingness in the collision of energy again and again, and quickly shrank to an unacceptable number.

Compared with the rapidly decreasing Necron army, the condition of the Outer Ones was much worse than at the beginning. The originally violent star god light dimmed, and rough cracks ran through the entire sphere. Countless healing white threads merged in the center of the cracks, but the cracks were too large, and even if the Outer Ones tried to heal them, it was of no avail.

It won't last long...

Trazyn thought, and the thought grew in his mind. The last echo of the Necrontyr seemed to echo in his ears - at this moment, their minds were connected.

The Infinite watched as the last remaining Necrons fleet gathered, those crescent-shaped black sickles floating quietly in the air, as if waiting for something.

They were waiting for Trazyn.

Trazyn swung his arms. Even though any movement he made after becoming a god made it feel strangely distorted, it still tried its best to imagine itself waving its cloak in a dashing manner, and then striding towards its destiny.

+Orikan - Crowned General Zandrek and the Necrontyr are in your hands! +
Taraxin waved his hand, and the last descendant of the dynasty, the Dynasty Star God, strode forward. The energy filled in his body would serve as the most powerful bomb in the galaxy, completely tearing the outsiders in half, leaving no possibility of healing.

(End of this chapter)