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Chapter 350 Ahriman: There’s a cheat!
The fire of the star burned fiercely in the warp, and the witchcraft woven by countless blasphemous runes dyed the entire star into distorted and grotesque colors.
The two stars smashed heavily into the curtain that isolated the subspace of the webway. This ancient creation from tens of millions of years ago let out a low whine.
This world between matter and subspace began to shake, and everything in sight was falling apart.
Time can destroy everything, and everything will eventually turn to dust, even the webway created by the ancient and powerful Old Ones.

The sea of ​​souls roared, and like white blood cells clearing foreign matter from the body, they rushed towards the webway that was cracking under the weight of the star.
The waves of light, dimension and pure energy rise and fall. The chaotic ether penetrates into the web woven by the light, expanding the cracks that were pressed out by the stars.
This section of the webway shattered in an instant, turning into broken points of light that disappeared in the torrent of the subspace. Only a few large fragments that could barely be considered complete were left floating in the torrent of the Sea of ​​Souls, falling apart bit by bit.

Ahriman, who was already wearing his horned helmet, gasped and stared at the scene. Human-like light and shadows kept flickering and swaying on his body, as if his physical body was no longer enough to restrain his existence.

He looked at a broken, pink-red wooden door floating in the air, knowing that his actions had paid off.
Since it was impossible to teleport the two Primarchs and the God of Death to the psychedelic hell, Ahriman himself, the nine wizards and the two blasphemous stars were teleported directly to their side.
In order to accomplish this powerful and terrifying spell, Ahriman had to take a step further into the Warp, drawing more power from the Warp and injecting it into his body, almost upgrading to a Warp existence.
After all, Ahriman had already offered enough sacrifices to the Warp.

Fortunately, at the last moment, Ahriman controlled his own existence, barely confining himself to the material body and not becoming a subspace existence, otherwise everything would be irreversible.

With the enormous power he gained, Ahriman used the two profane stars to imitate Magnus in the past and destroyed this section of the webway.

This is much easier than before, as this section of the webway is not protected by the Emperor's psychic powers.
The pressure generated by the two stars directly destroyed the basic structure of the Webway, allowing the torrent in the Warp to sweep in.

"My Lord, even the Primarch would not be able to withstand such an attack, right?" Astros said, looking at the broken webway with lingering fear.

The impact of stars, the shattering of the webway, the invasion of the warp torrent, if you can survive such an attack.
Ahriman glanced at Astras. This wizard lord of the Prodigal Warband was born after the Great Crusade. He was a think tank of a rebellious warband. He was chosen by Ahriman and given the name of his former disciple. He was born too late and had never witnessed the power of the Primarch.

Even with such an impact, it is impossible to kill the Primarch——————

Bang! ! ! !

A sharp teardrop-shaped spear pierced through the void and stabbed towards Ahriman and Astras.

Ahriman dodged instinctively with his prophetic powers, but Astras was unable to dodge in time;

The spear pierced his helmet and smashed his head, leaving only his body falling into the flood of the highest sky.
The white wings trembled, and Ahriman hurriedly controlled the flying disc under his feet to dodge. Psychic flames gushed out, pushing Ahriman back.
But the wings were faster than the flying disc given by the Lord of Change, and the beautiful face under the golden hair was in front of Ahriman in the blink of an eye.

After ten thousand years, Ahriman saw the handsome face of Sanguinius again with his own eyes, and saw the sadness in his eyes.
Sanguinius seemed to sigh softly, as if lamenting Ahriman's fate, but his spear did not stop.

Ahriman was shocked that Sanguinius had survived the attack without a scratch.
Neither the scorching sun nor the torrents of the warp seemed to have done him any harm.

Being unable to seriously injure the Primarch was one thing, but being unscathed was another. The surrounding Warp torrents contained the blasphemous evil power of Tzeentch. If a mortal was tainted by even the slightest bit of it, his flesh and blood would be deformed into a monster on the spot.

Even the Primarch should not have been able to bathe in it and not be harmed at all.

But before Ahriman could think about it, Sanguinius's spear was already pressed against Ahriman's forehead.

The blasphemous spell rang out, and Ahriman and the eight wizards behind him gathered their spiritual energy together to forcibly support a barrier.
The tip of the Spear of Bigong flashed with scorching psychic flames, and it collided with the barrier held up by Ahriman and the eight great wizards like a meteor falling into the mortal world.
The psychic energy in the void roared and surged. Ahriman let out a low psychic scream and barely blocked the tip of the Spear of Bigong.

The Rubric Warriors controlled by Ahriman quickly raised their Hellfire Bolters and fired their explosives burning with blasphemous psychic energy at the Archangel.
The archangel's wings trembled slightly. As he protected himself like a barrier, a large number of explosive shells fell on his wings, but only caused the feathers to fall off.
Such means could not harm the Archangel standing in the tide of the Warp. Will was everything in the Warp, and no one's will could surpass the most perfect Primarch.
Ahriman uttered a rapid, low chant, the venom of which shook the very Warp.
Ahriman created a strong arcane focus on the black staff. Strong psychic links roared from the entire red letter network, constantly converging on the arcane focus, breaking down all the surrounding matter into molecular levels.

However, before Ahriman could mobilize the power of this arcane focus to fight against Sanguinius, he suddenly felt the air around him become unbearably hot.
He turned his head suddenly, only to find that one of the two stars that had just fallen into the web was actually flying towards him.

Ahriman had to hastily mobilize his own spiritual energy to resist the gravitational pull of the star.
Then, through his psychic perspective, he saw the human and Eldar god of death flying in the sky with a propeller on his head, with a piece of red cloth floating in his hand.

Ahriman had thought that Sanguinius would avoid the scorching sun that was rushing towards them. After all, the high heat brought by the star was very dangerous even for the Primarch.
But Sanguinius seemed fearless. With a flash of his figure, he almost instantly approached another wizard lord behind Ahriman. Ahriman hurriedly mobilized the huge spiritual energy of the nine people and the entire Red Letter Network to form a barrier to resist Sanguinius's spearhead.
The strong psychic impact from the Spear of Bigong almost made Ahriman feel terrified and painful.

But he still hurriedly recited a few blasphemous spells, and the arcane focus in his hand suddenly exploded. Strong psychic energy instantly enveloped him, the eight wizard lords, and the surrounding red letter warriors.
Almost in the blink of an eye, their existence disappeared in the surging waves of the warp and disappeared without a trace.

Looking at the two stars floating in the subspace torrent and the broken arbitrary door, Zhou Yun's eyes twitched slightly.
It was such an exaggerated attack. Fortunately, he had already shone the adaptation light on himself, Guilliman and Sanguinius.
The sound of burning psychic energy suddenly rang out, and a psychic spearhead that shone like a star burned on Ahriman's black staff and stabbed Zhou Yun's back fiercely.
But before Ahriman's spear could touch Zhou Yun, his foresight suddenly reminded him of the danger.

Ahriman turned suddenly, and the psychic spearhead on the scepter collided with the Emperor's sword burning with the Emperor's psychic flames in mid-air.
But the eyes of the Chosen One of Tzeentch still did not see any trace of Guilliman holding the sword. Guilliman seemed to be in Ahriman's blind spot and could only rely on his prophetic ability to locate him.
A strong psychic flame suddenly rushed towards Guilliman's position. Ahriman quickly distanced himself from him and tried to retreat to the side of the eight Thousand Sons Sorcerer Lords and Rubric Warriors who had also been teleported here.
But a burst of psychic sword light that continuously cut through the torrent of the Supreme Heaven came from all directions. Even Ahriman could not help but admire the strong psychic power and skills contained in it.
Then, a crude, clumsy psychic shock, no different from a primitive man swinging a club, also hit Ahriman. The psychic control was so poor that Ahriman felt sick and wanted to vomit. If this was Ahriman's student, Ahriman would definitely smash her head with a book with his own hands.

Mephiston and Reina, who were illuminated by the adaptive light, emerged from Zhou Yun's four-dimensional pocket, along with Fat Tiger, the demon holding a baseball bat.
Then there was Rafen of the Blood Angels, Captain Finney of the Vermillion Angels, Sicarius of the Ultramarines, Kaso the Cursed Dreadnought of the Death Company, and Hilandri the Shadow Prophet. Veilwalker.
Ahriman watched as more and more people emerged from Zhou Yun's four-dimensional pocket. For a moment, he was a little numb. He wondered if he was too reckless and should wait for Magnus and Abaddon to arrive before taking action together.
But when he saw the huge Queen of Glory-class battleship Macragge's Glory also emerge from Zhou Yun's small pocket, Ahriman could no longer hold back.

It's not like he hadn't seen the four gods in the chaos or other beings close to gods displaying their power, but the scene of a Queen of Glory-class battleship emerging from the belly was a bit abstract.
At this moment, in the surging tide of the Warp, Sanguinius fluttered his wings and looked at the void ships that appeared in the Warp.
The most conspicuous one among them was a ship that looked like a Tizcan pyramid and a ship that was very familiar to Sanguinius.

The battleship Queen of Glory, which was once like an ancient and solid iron ingot, the bride of Horus, the void home of the Moon Wolves, now stood before Sanguinius in an ugly, twisted and hideous state.
The Vengeful Spirit tore through the void and stood alongside Magnus' flagship, Tizca's Vengeance.

(End of this chapter)