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Chapter 261 Diglis Said

Chaos is roaring, and rifts filled with curses, blasphemies, and filth are devouring the galaxy.
The Great Reaver marches, smashing the Gates of Cadia with his Blackstone Hammer, tearing his blasphemous claws into the heart of the Empire,
Cry blood, cry blood, cry blood, cry blood,

The whole galaxy is crying,

The Ultramarines' Chief Librarian Digris's eyes were filled with these hallucinations and visions.
He felt an indescribable disaster approaching, but he never imagined that this disaster would be so terrible.
Now he could see clearly that Abaddon the Despoiler had torn open the Gate of Cadia, and his ten thousand year crusade of desecration had succeeded.

The forces of Chaos are wreaking havoc across the galaxy, including Ultramar.
The Chaos Warmaster did not arrive here in person, but his sharp claws followed the scarlet road and pierced into the Macragge system.

Digris hopes to use his powerful prophetic ability to guide the Ultramarines.

His eyes widened, and strange psychic light splashed out. The Emperor Tarot on the table in front of him floated up and burned fiercely in the psychic flames that splashed out of his body.
Mortal prophets, fortune tellers, and occultists often look to the Emperor Tarot for guidance.

But they don't understand,

Tarot itself is not important, and never has been.

Only His consciousness matters.
Tarot is burning, and the seventy-eight cards outline countless changes.

From priest to God-Emperor, from Inquisitor to Assassin, from Space Marine to Eye of Horus,
Seventy-eight cards ripple in the fire,
Diglis was able to hear the voice,
The voices of millions of people echoed in Digris' ears, and the King of the Long Ages cast his gaze towards him.

We are one.
Millions of voices rang out,
Yes, we are one, Diglis nodded,

The Emperor is Man, and Man is the Emperor.
A huge will squeezed into Diglis's mind,

Diglis's soul burned,
But he was a little surprised.

This time he felt much less pain.
And the gloomy death in that great will, that king of long years, seemed to have lessened a lot,
"My Lord!" Diglis didn't understand whether this was good or bad, so he could only ask that consciousness.

However, the will did not answer Diglis's question, but just kept showing various scenes.

A wailing sound filled with pain rang in Digris' ears. It was the roar of Abaddon, the Chaos Warmaster.
Abaddon was sitting on the throne of the Vengeful Spirit, with many tubes inserted into his body. Apothecaries and wizards surrounded him, trying to heal his body with blasphemous evil power.

But they couldn't do it. A hideous wound ran across Abaddon's chest, and his face was split in half.

Digris was shocked. The Great Plunderer Abaddon was seriously injured? !

At this moment, a series of strange and symbolic scenes appeared before Diglis's eyes.
Blood, blood flows through the Milky Way,

A bare-armed berserker was galloping through the blood, his axe blade hacking at the bloodletter, his mica dragon tooth chainsaw slicing at the demon's warp body,

Countless demons and even great demons fell at the feet of the berserker.
Kahn! Kahn! Kahn!

The roar resounded in the blood, and the face of the Blood God emerged in the blood, staring at the berserker with bare arms.

Why disobey! Why disobey! Why disobey!
"For a head."

The berserker with one arm bare responded like this, holding the axe blade tightly, but there was no anger in his voice.
There was only calm, a terrifying calm.

"For revenge."

The blood pool surged, and the figure of the Blood God rose up, and his bloody head stared at the berserker from the sky.

"The gods have other plans for him!" The roar of the Blood God sounded, and the anger made Digris' eardrums hurt.

A face covered with words appeared in the pool of blood.
However, the berserker did not hesitate and swung his axe directly into the blood pool, chopping the skull in the blood.
The pool is surging,

"This head is not for you."

The Berserker growled and said:

"He belongs to me!"

"He's owed me his head for ten thousand years!"

"Either the gods kill me, or I kill him!"

The Berserker slowly raised the axe in his hand and aimed it at the towering Blood God.
"Cut off my head and I will give it to you!"

"Or let me pass and chop off his head!"

The blood pool rippled slightly, but the Blood God was not angry because the Berserker raised his weapon against him.

"Okay! Go kill it! Kahn!"

A roar filled with joy sounded, and the Blood God pointed his sharp finger at the Berserker's body:

"Go and kill! I'll let you kill!"

"Just like you said! The gods have no power to stop the chosen ones of Khorne from chopping off a head! Not even Khorne himself!" Listening to the roar of the Blood God, the Berserker knelt on one knee and placed the chainsaw axe in his hand into the pool of blood in front of the Blood God.

"But if you cut off Erebus's head, you will owe me a skull."

The Blood God declared:
"You will pay this debt with a more valuable skull!"

The blood pool was boiling, and faces emerged from it.

Lion El'Jonson, Robert Guilliman, Wolf Lord Lemanus, Magnus, Fulgrim, Angron, Lorgar.
The faces of the Primarchs emerged in the pool of blood.

"Cut off the head of a Primarch, or die in combat with them."

The Blood God's voice slowly sounded, and He looked at the berserker with bare arms:

"Do you accept it? Kahn!"

It is almost impossible to cut off the head of a Primarch.
In fact, the Blood God wanted Khârn to die in the fight with the Primarch.
"I accept."

As the Berserker's voice sounded, all that remained in Digris' ears was the Blood God's joyful laughter.

The Blood God pointed his finger at Kahn.
A wail, a wreck, a cry of rage,

A broken, twisted, almost dead demon struggled to crawl out from the Blood God's fingertips.

The demon was so broken that the warp power that made up its body expressed only one emotion.
kill! kill! kill! kill! kill!

Revenge! Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!
“Not just you!!”

The demon roared with anger and suddenly crawled into Kahn's body:
“That liar owes me too!!!”

"Give me your body!! Just like Angel Tai!!"

Kahn did not resist.

The demon merged with Kahn, and Kahn's flesh and blood body began to wriggle and change.
Then the blood pool rolled up, and the Berserker turned into a blood streak across the stars, pointing towards the Spirit of Vengeance.
Diglis was surprised.
Khorne's Chosen, Karn, is heading to the Vengeful Spirit to cut off Erebus's head? ?
Why does this happen?

Tigris felt the fate of the galaxy twisting little by little,

At this moment, the scene before Diglis' eyes changed again;
The Milky Way is twisting and turning, the cold wind of the Ice Moon is raging,

A blue, hazy, round figure is standing on it.
The sound of myriad machines resounded, and the air of death was all around, like the hungry roars of insects.

A great sage of the Adeptus Mechanicus, wearing a crimson robe, was lying dormant, kneeling at His feet.

The Great Sage was dragging a cargo box beside him, and there seemed to be a light shining in the box, symbolizing hope.
The blizzard rolled up and swept across Diglis's face,
A dried corpse with violet tears sitting opposite Digris,

"My Lord!" Diglis murmured in pain,

The moment he faced the Lord of Humanity, the strong spiritual energy washed over Digris's will.
But when he used the Emperor Tarot as a medium to establish a connection with the Emperor's will, he was already mentally prepared.

"destiny."

"The fate of the galaxy has turned."

“That’s where all the hope lies.”

"Digris, son of Guilliman, you shall bear witness"

The voice of the mummy seemed to become distant and vague.
“Save us.”

"My Lord!!!"

Diglis' voice rose, but he soon felt an unbearable sharp pain.

Then, Digris woke up in Hera's fortress on Macragge.
Outside the fortress, chaos is roaring.
Macragge System, Shrine World Raphas,

The dry wind from the Aesiron Mountains blew across the Hydra's blue power armor, making it creak.

The Night Lord's jump pack whistled, the wind was deafening,
The Thousand Sons wizard held up his staff, searching for traces of the torrent of the High Heaven.

The ether is twisting in the void, as if something is about to form.
Suddenly, the real universe began to roar, and a crack exploded in the void. All the surrounding matter was dragged towards the crack, and the stones on the ground bumped into the power armor of the black legion warriors.
The Black Legion that invaded the Macragge system noticed the etheric flow of the mountains here. Alpha's spies brought news, and the prophecies and divinations of the Thousand Sons wizards arrived here.

They watched as light exploded in midair, and a towering, gleaming webway gate appeared.
The Black Legion immediately prepared for battle, but the situation was beyond everyone's expectations.
The gate of the webway was filled with silence, and no one came out.
The sound of the power arm breaking the wind suddenly rang out, and the head of the leading Thousand Sons wizard suddenly exploded before he could react.
Then the Alphas wearing the blue power armor heard the roar of the chainsaw, and their bodies were chopped in half by the chainsaw.
The Night Lords Raptors in the sky heard the whirring sound of propellers, but they looked in the direction of the sound and saw nothing. Instead, they heard the roar of the energy field approaching them.
Suddenly the black army was in chaos.
I could clearly hear the sound, but when I looked over there I could see nothing.
It was as if the enemy was always hiding in their blind spots.
After a moment, Hilandri Curtain Walker waved her hands, cut off the last Alpha's head with a single molecule wire, and took off the small star on her chest.
She watched as the Blood Angels around her also took off the stars on their chests, and suddenly appeared on the battlefield as if they had walked out of her blind spot.
"This thing is much more useful than Xigaole's blessing," Hilandri Curtain Walker couldn't help but mutter to herself.

(End of this chapter)