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Chapter 302, 109, Dukel: The half-dead Eldar are the good Eldar

The Big Clown confronted Horus, and this scene gave the other Clowns considerable confidence.

However, the Big Clown's heart was not as calm as he appeared. When facing the Son of Chaos, his heart was shrouded in a huge ominous omen.

This was almost instinctive. Even though he was not a prophet and could not use his eyes to sort out the complicated lines of fate, he could still feel that his own line of fate was being distorted and deformed under the heavy mass of the other party.

In past performances, the clown has played the leading role on countless stages. The so-called protagonist is the person with the highest power on the stage, and all the fate on the stage depends on him.

This feeling is so wonderful that the big clown has been fascinated by it countless times, wanting to be the protagonist on that small stage.

But on a larger stage, like the galaxy of stars, he is far from an important player.

If he compared his weight to an insignificant pebble.

Then the Horus in front of us is a mature star that releases endless energy every minute and every second.

The indescribable weight difference between the two sides made the big clown want to escape from the other side's sight every minute and every second.

He looked through his mask, warily at the Son of Chaos in front of him, and tried hard to suppress the fear in his heart.

Horus remained very calm and was not angry at the other party's humiliation.

Those eyes, filled with ambition and power, looked down upon the clown troupe around them that overestimated their own capabilities.

The number of Harlequins guarding the door of the Black Library was too small. In order to fight for the Crone's Sword and to seize the opportunity that the Eldar had been waiting for tens of thousands of years, they came out in full force.

No one could have imagined that Horus would be fully aware of their actions, let alone how the dark power behind him knew everything.

Horus' voice was as majestic as thunder, and the fallen warriors who followed him rushed towards the Harlequins, holding corrupted grenade launchers and wielding chain swords.

Harlequins are renowned throughout the galaxy for their agility, being faster than even the Fallen Warriors.

As soon as Horus gave the order, all kinds of Eldar weapons such as plasma beams, dimension distortion bombs, etc., hit him.

The Harlequin also picked up his own melta pistol and pulled the trigger continuously at Horus, firing scorching rays of light.

He did not expect to kill the opponent with concentrated fire this time, but only hoped to weaken the opponent's strength as much as possible.

But Horus was like a traveler marching through a storm. Although his steps were a little difficult, he still kept moving forward.

All weapons were aimed at him.

Every weapon of destruction that Eldar technology could conceive was unleashed upon him.

An attack that is powerful enough to flatten a mountain would inevitably cause severe damage to even a heavy tank or even an Emperor-class Titan equipped with a powerful shield.

Everyone was shocked; this scene was beyond the comprehension of the Harlequin warriors.

The Harlequin was even more keenly aware of a horrible fact, which was that these attacks never really touched Horus.

The bullets filled with destruction stopped early in front of Horus, as if they were all blocked by an invisible storm.

Even the most powerful energy shield of the human empire would be shaken by such an intensive attack.

But Horus was fine.

The only explanation is.

"It turns out that you have already realized and accepted the true appearance of the Supreme Heaven." The Clown's tone was filled with despair.

The high-ranking Eldar had all heard a little about what the Emperor had done in the past.

Demigods created by warp entities and biotechnology, once they truly wake up, no one can be their enemy.

At this moment, the Clown finally understood what the lingering ominous shadow in his heart was.

Perhaps someone could stand up to Horus at this moment, but not him.

The Joke Blade in his hand was a divine weapon awarded to him by the God of Laughter. This scimitar was shaped like a crescent moon. In the past battles, it was always successful. With the Eldar's impressive speed, it could easily tear apart the flesh of a giant beast or the heavy armor of a warrior.

But even such a divine weapon, just like its name, has become a real joke at this moment. It completely shattered after resisting only one attack from Horus.

The hammer in the hands of the Son of Chaos completely shattered everything.

When the hammer swung down for the second time, the clown was thrown flying.

The armor that was close to his body was smashed into pieces and penetrated into his flesh. The fragments of the armor mixed with his broken bones, and half of his body was almost shattered.

The moment the Harlequin was defeated, two Nether Guards rushed forward and used the weapons in their hands to resist Horus.

The Nether Guards are lifeless warriors who know no fear. Their cores are powered by the Soul Stones that the Eldar inhabit after death, giving those Eldar warriors who refuse to leave a chance to return to the real universe and seek revenge.

The powerful Nether Guard is the nightmare of all Eldar enemies.

But these powerful war machines were still like a mantis trying to stop a chariot in front of Horus.

Horus was too powerful. The primordial power of the Supreme Heaven continuously poured into his body, radiating terrifying energy outwards like a supernova.

All living beings will feel genuine despair when facing him.

There was simply no chance for them to defeat such a demigod.

Horus dealt with the Nether Guards and walked towards the Harlequin with heavy steps.

The Shadow Prophet tried to stop him with his psionic powers.

Such an action, on the contrary, angered the storm surrounding Horus. The storm howled and shattered more than two hundred psychics in just a moment.

As if they were cut into pieces without any warning, the shadow prophets' flesh and blood fell off their skeletons uncontrollably, and in the blink of an eye, only skeletons remained.

"Alien, there is no place for you in this world." Horus gave the final judgment to the Harlequin.

As the heavy voice fell, all the clowns looked at their leader in grief and anger, who was smashed into a pulp by the Son of Chaos.

Horus wielded his claws and hammer, slaughtering the remaining Eldar indiscriminately like a whirlwind.

Only the body of the last Harlequin was left hanging on the Claw of Horus.

The killing spree finally subsided.

Horus's eyes were fixed on the door of the Black Library. Beside him, the dark wizard could no longer hold back his smile.

The legendary Black Library is right before our eyes, housing all of the Eldar's most precious knowledge, recording every deadly crisis the Eldar have ever encountered and every unsolved mystery in the galaxy.

Whether it is the true nature of the ancient Star Gods, the fate of the abandoned Phoenix Lords, or even the origin of Chaos itself, these secret knowledges that are unimaginable to ordinary people are just small fragments in the forbidden and forgotten archives of the Black Library.

Horus planned to move the entire Black Library, which was obviously not easy, but in comparison, what he lacked more was time. It was obvious that he did not have the leisure and elegance to patiently browse in the Black Library, and soon the coalition forces of humans and the Eldar would hear the news and come.

Only by taking this library away would he have enough time to find the answers he wanted.

Horus looked at the Black Library with a look of fanaticism.

"Take it back, here is everything we want to know, including the fate of victory."

But what this confident demigod did not realize was that everything he did at this moment was being monitored by a burning eyeball.

"Everything I want to know is here." At an infinitely distant distance, the Imperial War Marshal Dukel was also muttering to himself.

Horus made a contract with the Circle of Truth, and from that moment on, everything he did was under the surveillance of the Void Realm.

It was obvious that his action of breaking into the Black Library was the result of Duke's deliberate indulgence.

There are too many secrets hidden in the Black Library, and Horus is obviously not the only one who covets these secrets.

In a secret meeting with the Eldar to discuss how to snatch the Crone Sword, Dukor once made a boast - even if Slaanesh sealed off his realm, he would find a way to break into His kingdom and become the uninvited evil guest.

But the leaders of the Eldar must not have realized at that time that the method he was talking about was actually like this.

In fact, Dukel couldn't be sure that there must be a way to break into the realm of gods in the Black Library.

But it didn't matter. After all, this wasn't the only thing he wanted to know from the Black Library.

But now, the Imperial Army and its Eldar allies have joined forces to break into the six-ring domain of the Lord of Joy.

If Duker fails to show up as promised, it will inevitably lead to unimaginable consequences.

Therefore, a few months before departure, Dukel concentrated on upgrading the Doom Slayer, and the Emperor had also been awakened. The Imperial Army had the protection of the God-Emperor, and even the dark powers could do nothing about it.

And Horus also showed his loyalty to the Empire in this operation.

It can be said that everyone is happy.

What about the Eldar army?
Dukel could only hope that their laughing god would protect them.

What? After robbing their black library, they are now trying to cheat their army. Is this immoral?

Dukel said there is no morality in dealing with aliens.

For the Imperial Warmaster, only the Eldar who are half-dead and have to rely on him are good Eldar.

Of course, the premise of all this is that Dukel has no way of finding a way to force his way into the realm of Slaanesh from the Black Library.

If he could find it - compared to inflicting heavy damage to a powerful dark force, harming the Eldar would be a trivial matter for Dukel.

The God of Laughter, Xilego, obviously didn't know at this time that the Black Library he was guarding had been taken over by the Horus Curve.

At this moment, He was extremely focused, performing a grand drama in the High Heavens to attract the attention of Slaanesh.

After receiving His signal, the coalition forces of the Empire and the Eldar fought their way out of the Webway and directly entered the Six Rings area.

In order to deal with the demonic army of Slaanesh, Saint Adeline and the priests of the Void Realm also formed a crusade.

This crusader army is composed entirely of battle sisters and virtual realm priests.

Past wars have proven that devout faith is the most effective weapon against the gods.

Although there are now various powerful war machines, the use of faith has not been abandoned and is used in all aspects of the fight against chaos.

In this battle, the Second Legion's Yajin Factory almost emptied all its inventory.

This is the only weapon known to the public that can completely kill Chaos Daemons.

In the war of Belia IV, Horus and his four friends summoned a massive demon army. After the victory of the war, the material inventory of the Argent Energy Plant also accumulated to an unprecedented level.

It took several years to digest this inventory as much as possible, and the sub-gold weapons produced were enough to cover the stars.

In order to achieve Dukel's goal of severely damaging Slaanesh, almost every one of the hundreds of millions of expeditionary forces is now equipped with an Argentum weapon.

"For the Emperor, for the Imperium, in the name of the Warmaster!" the soldiers roared.

The giant ship's engine roared, and it rushed into the six-ring area together with the soldiers.

The realm of the gods occupies an infinite area in the warp, and all the words in the world cannot describe the power they possess.

At the moment when the coalition forces of the Empire and the Eldar broke into the six-ring area.

It has already attracted the attention of some powerful subspace entities.

"My Lord, have the people of the curse become so bold? Such glittering armor, such praiseworthy discipline. So many strong and noble hearts are waiting for my caress."

"They even brought sweet pastries. I have forgotten the last time I tasted the soul of the Eldar. How thoughtful! Is all this just to please us? Oh, dear, it really is."

With swift horses' hooves and charming postures, several great secret keepers took steps forward, emitting laughter that was enough to drive mortals crazy.

Their appearance drew cheers from the Slaanesh believers.

These gods and demons are abominable, yet somehow intoxicating.

All mortals who gaze upon them are inspired with awe and morbid fear. They are the most intimate servants of the Lord of Debauchery.

Like a halo, the Dark Prince's blessing aura shrouded him.

Amidst the spellbinding charm and dizzying hallucinogenic aromas, terrifying demons use supernatural appearances to mask their true forms.

His muscular body is covered with jewels, each of which seals the soul of his victim, and his razor-sharp claws are painted with brightly colored paints.

The Keeper's charming words and languid gestures belie their destructive power.

They are the most fascinating of all immortal beings.

The followers of Slaanesh often indulge in pure extreme battles and cannot extricate themselves. Faced with the massive invasion of humans and the Eldar, no heretic is afraid.

They crave extreme sensory stimulation and are eager to use the weapons in their hands to push themselves and their enemies into endless, indescribable torture.

Before the battle begins, they inject various anesthetics, poisons and intense mixtures into their bodies, each of which can bring them the sharpest and deepest perception.

Their skin becomes sensitive, and even a light touch can feel like a knife cutting them.
"I will unleash the blissful scream of Slaanesh himself, and you will all fall apart." The Grand Keeper of Secrets extended his long tongue and licked his blade lightly.

(End of this chapter)