Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 735 07.734: "New Skill: Omen Tarot (ask for monthly pass!)"

puff!
hum!
puff! ! ! ! !
Almost at the same moment, the situation on the battlefield suddenly reversed.

The tactical knife penetrated the solid ceramic steel throat guard with ease with a resolute momentum. The long blade sank into it, and an ominous blue light burst out from it, appearing particularly dazzling in the dim environment.

"Go to hell! You shameless traitor! Your soul will be tortured forever." Horatio's roar came from behind the wizard.

The Holy Blood Chainsaw Sword bit into the armor from behind like a wolf pouncing on its prey, and the high-speed rotating teeth bit into the blue ceramic steel. In an instant, dazzling sparks burst out in all directions, like a small fireworks show, but with deadly danger.

The chainsaw sword was like a ferocious beast that was extremely hungry, destroying everything in its path.

In just a moment, the originally solid steel plate was ruthlessly torn into pieces by it, and then it bit into the wizard's flesh and blood.

"Ah!!!!" The wizard roared in pain. The sound burst out along with the blue phantom fire and echoed in the space, revealing endless despair.

At this moment, flames burst out of his eyes and mouth, and his original face became hideous and terrifying, as if he was a demon from hell.

Seeing this, the skull-headed monk raised his hand without hesitation and slapped the wizard's head hard.

Bang! The slap was so powerful that the wizard's head spun twice on his neck like a puppet being manipulated. His eyes and the three balls of fire on his forehead looked straight at Horatio, and the resentment in his eyes almost materialized.

Horatio's eyes flashed, and he also swung his iron hand, slapping the wizard hard, causing him to spin twice more.

Then he quickly stretched out his hand, and his iron hand grabbed the wizard's neck like a pair of pliers, and then pulled it up suddenly.

scoff!

With a creepy sound of old leather tearing, the wizard's head, along with the spinal cord and spine, was pulled straight out of the wizard's body by Horatio.

After the sound of blood and flesh sticking together, a horrible scene appeared before everyone's eyes.

Under the wizard's head, the wet ribs and spine were still wriggling like a giant centipede, emitting a strange and terrifying aura.

The skull-headed monk didn't hesitate at all, he grabbed the wizard's ribs and spine and pulled them down with force.

Wow!

Suddenly, liquid splashed everywhere, and sticky black blood kept flowing out from the spine, gathering into a pool on the ground, emitting a strange aroma that permeated the air, making people slightly dazed for a while.

"Naive! You can't kill me, you mortals! I will be reborn in the High Heavens and return as fast as lightning in a more powerful form!"

An angry and vicious roar came from the wizard's hideous helmet. The sound kept echoing in the space, revealing a deep sense of unwillingness, as if announcing his determination for revenge to the world.

"We won't give you this chance! Traitor!" Sister Arabella held the holy book of the order in her hands and solemnly began to chant beautiful, melodious and solemn hymns.

In an instant, golden fire burst out from the wizard's spine, and the flames quickly rushed up to Horatio's iron hand, but strangely, he did not feel any pain.

The wizard screamed. The sound was not like a human voice, but more like the desperate cry of an exiled demon when it was deprived of its power.

Horatio could clearly feel an undercurrent flowing along his iron hand, as if some kind of power was being absorbed by him.

"No! What!? No! This is!!!!"

"Power Seizure"

The wizard's power was drained away bit by bit by Horatio's iron hand, and was absorbed into Horatio's iron hand along with the power of faith that Arabella released towards him.

Finally, they all turned into fluorescent fluid and were sucked into the black and gold skill reservoir. After being filled, like a mercury thermometer, they eventually flooded the advanced branch on the omen skill tree.

Until a dazzling golden light gradually emerged.

Dark Sight popped up a message in front of Horatio's eyes.

『Skill Activation: Omen Tarot』

"Consume 1 energy point, 1 psychic power point, and choose Divination or Enlightenment.

Qiming: Draw an indefinite number of Proposition Tarot & Truth Tarot.

The content of the Truth Tarot will reveal the key solutions to the problems you are facing, and suggest the solution direction, which is suitable for solving the current difficulties.

"If Qiming is disturbed, all proposition Tarot can provide clues to the true proposition."

"Divination: Choose 78-3 tarot cards from 5 tarot cards for divination and interpretation, suitable for predicting the direction of decision-making"

[Hmm? Speaking of which, that guy just now called himself a 'fortune teller'?] When Horatio saw the message that popped up in front of him, he suddenly remembered the traitor's howl. He stared closely at the black and gold text on it.

[And there must be a Truth Tarot that can show the true prediction? Interesting, one is guaranteed.]
Horatio pondered this meaning secretly, that is, when he manifested the omen fragments in the future, at least one of them would be the correct answer.

However, this also means that you have to judge which is the correct answer from 3 to 5 clues and multiple options?

It sounds a bit like when Robert Guilliman wakes up and interrogates the Great Daemon of Tzeentch about his prophecy to determine whether it is true or false.

However, Robert Guilliman had to judge which ones were true among the nine prophecies, while he only needed to judge the only true proposition among 3 to 5 propositions.

Although this ability seems quite complicated, if it can point out the way out of a desperate situation, it can indeed help you survive and find a glimmer of hope from an inevitable death situation.

Horatio casually threw the charred corpse aside. It had lost all its life at this moment and completely turned into a charred skeleton, lying quietly on the ground. Its hideous appearance seemed to still retain the lingering sound of its unrepentant howling.

Then, his eyes slowly turned to the skull-headed Astartes in front of him, with a hint of complexity in his eyes.

"You are really good at this, Brother Albion. Thank you for helping me at the critical moment."

Horatio looked at the monk who exuded a gloomy temperament and showed no expression even after he took his head, and forced a smile with a hint of embarrassment.

The skull-headed monk showed no sign of reaction to Horatio's words. He slowly retreated into the darkness and disappeared.

Even Horatio, who had been staring at him, couldn't see how he disappeared.

He sighed and shook his head.

Well, whatever.

As long as these black shields serve themselves and Thei, etiquette is not important.

He is not a man who cares about etiquette.

Without the wizard's control, the Thousand Sons Red Letter Warriors either became frozen in place or mechanically repeated the last attack order.

Without the magical assistance of the Thousand Sons Wizard, the danger of the Red Letter Warrior who is unable to flash is greatly weakened.

The Rubric Warriors who are unable to make timely tactical responses and can only rely on their combat instincts may still be terrifying to mortals, but to the skilled Black Shield Astartes, dealing with these dull "cans" is as easy as shooting at fixed targets.

With a few bangs, it didn't take long for the Rubric Warriors remaining on the field to be knocked down by several Astartes or Imperial Army officers and sisters.

Leonas eliminated the decomposition force field on the thunder hammer, patrolled the surroundings, and only let Thei emerge from the safe area after confirming that it was safe.

Thei landed lightly on the ground, his leather boots making a crisp sound.

"Thei!" Horatio strode over: "Are you okay?"

"Horatio?" Thei showed a rare look of surprise, which was the joy of a girl who had finally finally gotten relief after being tense for a long time.

She breathed a sigh of relief, straightened her messy hair, and looked at the tall man walking towards her.

"Why do you...well, you look very different from before." She raised the corners of her mouth and finally looked into his eyes with a smile.

She raised her eyebrows suggestively, and her eyes gradually moved downward until they stopped at a subtle place.

"Well, maybe I should have tasted you a little later. Use the first time to feel what you look like now." Thei said with a smile.

[Is it my illusion? It seems that this girl's taste is as bizarre as her fetish.] Horatio complained in his heart.

"Anyway, a lot of things happened. After we return to the ship, we can chat in the official lounge over a cup of hot cocoa.

"Where's Letty? How did you two separate?" Horatio took out a clean handkerchief from his bosom and handed it to Thei, who was sweating profusely.

Sister Arabella also came forward to check her body for injuries.

"Thank you, Sister. You know, when I saw you, I felt like I was home. Oh, I mean, my mother is also a devout believer of the Holy Rosary.

Sorry to have worried you, but luckily, those sand cans didn't touch me at all." Thei winked mischievously, returning to her usual mischievous look.

She looked at Horatio and continued, "The Black Shield team and I have basically figured out the structure of the tomb. This is not a dynasty tomb, but a treasure storage place. But I haven't found out what is hidden here, because the traitors haven't found it either.

But the problem now is that they want to find the hidden treasure of this tomb from Lati."

(End of this chapter)