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Chapter 418: Which evil god created such a horrible and twisted monster?

"Luo Jia!!!"

"I told you, I remember your smell!!!"

"No matter where you run to or what you become, I will find you."

"And then I'll kill you!!!"

A ferocious roar like a wild beast sounded in the shadows, and a cold, strange storm suddenly blew up from the darkness.

Under the horrified gazes of Lorgar, Abaddon, and Khayon, those shadow storms turned into hideous and sharp limbs, cutting everything within their sight.
The rocks were torn into pieces half a meter square and swept up by the shadow hurricane. The entire mountain fell apart in the storm, leaving the three people exposed to the sky.

At this moment, this desolate planet seemed to have entered the deep night. The dim sky disappeared, leaving only clusters of dark shadows scattered in the void.

“Ga ga ga!!!!”

The cold and terrifying cries of the crows rang out, and the crows gathered together like fallen leaves in the wind, covering the sky and pressing down on the earth.

They are like smoke, like rainstorms, like gusts of wind, like thick black mountains, rising and falling, visible and invisible.

"Who are you! Devil! Tell me your real name!"

"I am Abaddon, the commander-in-chief of the Black Legion, the Warmaster of Chaos! How dare you offend my existence?!"

Abaddon roared angrily.
Having just unified the scattered forces in the Eye of Terror, he obviously would not allow his authority to be challenged.

Especially since the one challenging him was just a mere demon.

At this moment, Abaddon was completely unaware that Lorgar behind him had already begun quietly compiling evil chaos magic, intending to open a portal and escape.

"roll."

The dark forked lightning struck Abaddon's chest heavily, and the Eye of Horus shattered. A shadowy and bizarre flame burned fiercely on his Terminator Power Armor.
Abaddon slammed heavily into the broken rock wall like a roadblock casually lifted up by Hercules.

"Abaddon!" Khayon cried out urgently, and the demon tarot in his hand flew into the air like a piece of gray-yellow leaves.

“Guernica.”

"Justinian."

"Ponzi."

A red Khorne demon that looks like a bull but not a bull, with a twisted body and covered in blood, wielding an axe that carries the aftermath of the bombing.

The brown-green Nurgle demon was swollen, with flesh and blood mixed with rotten Eastern Roman clothing. Rats kept coming out of its body.

The cackling, blue Tzeentch demon with a bird's head kept carrying banknotes in its hands.

The three-headed demon was released from the Tarot and rushed towards the shadow in the sky with a roar.

More hideous low-level demons emerged from other Tarot cards, followed the three high-level demons, and pounced on the black shadow in the air.

The crows were like boiling asphalt, oozing out from the sky stickily. In the blink of an eye, they overwhelmed the tide of demons released by Khayon. The sticky black shadows stretched out snake-like tentacles, strangling Khayon's demons one by one.

Khayon howled in fear, his eyes almost popping out.

At this moment, Abaddon turned over and pulled out the Dranikon, which was shining with a faint blue light. Millions of human faces were wailing on the magic sword.

"Get away! Evil demon!!!"

Abaddon roared and snarled.

However, before he could swing his sword, a flock of crows fell from the sky and hit Abaddon's chest heavily.
The crows screamed and condensed into a twisted ghost twice as tall as Abaddon. A pair of black wings extended from his back, and each feather was as sharp as a steel blade.
The crows cried, and their sharp claws, mixed with dark lightning, stabbed towards Abaddon's face.
Abaddon lost his balance in fear and fell backwards.
But the magic sword in his hand let out a sharp roar as if to protect its master, dragging Abaddon's hand to chop at the shadow monster.

The shadow of a Stone Age warlord was reflected on the blue magic sword. He had long hair, dark skin, and was covered with jewelry made of polished bones. In his hand, he held a flint spear.
The demonic image and the shadow collided with each other, and the shadow suddenly stretched out a sharp claw to strangle the demon sword.

The echo of the first murder rang out in the shattered cave, loud as the cracking of flint, and even Lorgar, who was hastily opening the portal, turned back in amazement to see the terrifying collision.
A roar of angry crows sounded in the shadows, deafening, like the roar and resistance of countless weaklings against their oppressors.
Kayang suddenly felt his soul shattered, and the scene before his eyes became hazy and fragmented.
He only saw Shadow's blood flowing down, and the dark sparks of the magic sword almost ignited one-third of his body, but his sharp claws strangled the magic sword.

Thousands of crow eyes emerged from the shadows, staring at Abaddon bloodily. No, they were not staring at Abaddon, but at the magic sword in Abaddon's hand.

There was another one. One of the millions of crow eyes was not staring at the magic sword in Abaddon's hand, but was staring straight at Khayon, overlapping with the perspective in the light curtain, as if it was staring at the three people outside the light curtain.

Ka Yang had a splitting headache, his heart was pounding, and he almost fainted.

"No." Abaddon roared in shock and fear. He seemed to see something behind the black shadow.

Stab! !
The sound of the portal opening suddenly rang out, sharp and piercing, like a whistle in the wilderness.

A twisted, glowing door appeared in front of Lorgar.

This sound triggered the deep crow shadow,

The crows exploded violently in Abaddon's chest, blowing Abaddon's body away, and he used the reaction force to pounce on Lorgar like a hunting beast. "Lorgar!!! I will kill you! You! Your accomplices! Your lackeys! Don't even think about escaping!!"

The beast-like roar resounded throughout the planet, and the tremor of the highest heaven reached the depths of the soul.
Khayon let out a wail and fainted, his memory coming to an abrupt end, leaving only Lorgar's wail, the sound of crows flapping their wings at him, and the crackling sound of the portal.

The scene on the screen disappeared, Ers was sweating profusely, his legs became weak, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Her eyes were filled with fear. As a senior judge, Ers prided himself on being resolute and his mind would not waver even when facing a great demon.

But the moment he saw the dark shadow, Ers felt like he was going to pee. How could there be such a terrifying monster in this world? !
"What a dark, blasphemous, twisted and horrible monster."

Ers was dumbfounded and said in horror, looking at the shadows around him with more fear:
"There are such horrible and blasphemous creatures in the Warp. Even the Daemon Primarchs flee in fear."

"Emperor, which evil god created such a twisted and terrifying beast?"

"That is my dear brother, the Primarch of the Raven Guard, Raven King Corax, enemy of all oppressors." Sanguinius whispered aside.

Zhou Yun on the side also nodded slightly: "Obviously, it was the Emperor who created him."

Erles froze as she realized how offensive what she had just said was.

Zhou Yun didn't care about Ers's expression, but looked at the strange crow shadow remaining on the light curtain, looking at the inhuman posture.

The current Raven King Corax saw his true face in the warp through the mask of humanity woven by the Emperor, and gained power beyond reality.

Now he is the embodiment of revenge, the redemption of justice, and the enemy of all oppressors. He patrols the Eye of Terror like a wild hunt, eradicating the evil and traitors there, and also hunting down his fallen brothers, only occasionally returning to the empire quietly.

I don’t know whether to say his mental state is good or bad. Anyway, the guys in the Eye of Terror should look at Corax in the same way as they looked at Curze.

"He looks well and energetic, which makes me feel relieved." A smile flashed across Sanguinius's lips.

"The Crow King looks so handsome. Can you think of an idea to turn him into my demon prince?" Zhou Yun couldn't help but say as he looked at Corax's ghostly figure on the light curtain.

This sentence made Ers tremble again.

"If I use force, even I will have a hard time subduing Corax now. After all, he is the enemy of all oppressors."

Sanguinius looked at the afterimage of Corax in the light curtain and said:

"Where he is, the oppressed and weak will gain courage and strength, receive the blessing of the shadow, and resist those oppressors."

"Where he is, the strong who oppress others will gain fear and weakness, be cursed with shadows, and become fragile and hesitant."

"The stronger the oppression, the more Corax will rebel, and the stronger Corax will become. The oppression in this galaxy is too great, and it suits him too well."

Zhou Yun probably understood what Sanguinius said.
The true appearance of Corax in the subspace is most likely related to emotions and wills such as resistance.

Oppression and resistance are two sides of the same coin. The more oppression there is, the stronger the resistance will be.

There is so much oppression in this galaxy that the feeble resistance of countless people gathers together like a flock of crows to form Corax, and Corax can also escape into the ocean of shadows composed of countless living beings, invisible,

This is why Corax, who realizes his true nature, is so powerful.
If the world was a world without oppression and where everyone was equal, as the Crow King pursued, the Crow King would become weak instead.

But the sad thing is that if this galaxy develops normally, the oppression between galaxies will only increase, and the Crow King will only become stronger and stronger.

Zhou Yun sighed in his heart, then looked at Ers again, motioning Ers to continue knocking.
It seemed that Ers had gained experience, and this time he hit the target with one shot. Khayon's eyes projected what Zhou Yun and Sanguinius wanted to see.

Khayon and Abaddon were covered in dust, with bruises and swelling on their faces, and were dragged by a group of six-meter-tall steel giants to the throne of the Lord of Iron.

"Why." Abaddon's voice was hoarse and angry. His head was held down by the iron giants that formed a circle, and he could not raise his head to look at the Iron Lord who was high above him.

"why?"

But he still questioned:

"Why can't Delanikorn harm your guards?"

"." The Lord of Iron responded to Abaddon in silence. He seemed not to have expected Abaddon to ask this question.

"They are my perfect creations. Their gravity hammers can easily crush the Terminator's armor. Their shields can withstand Angron's charge. They are connected to my will. They are my fingers, my perfect warriors and personal guards."

"But if you ask why Dranicorn doesn't perform well in front of them. Well, so you really didn't notice it?"

The Lord of Iron said in a tone that could not tolerate fools:

"The reason is very simple, because they are not human beings, they are automatic robots!"

"You have to find the demon that was born from the Automaton's first murder."

(End of this chapter)