This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 59 The dead memories began to attack me
The wizard remembered his voice; the other party's violence when they burned Calth left some impression on him.

This is a good knife.

"What do you see?"

the wizard inquired.

"Angel, a furious angel!"

The roar was no longer violent, but rather filled with panic.

Then the captain's voice fell silent.

he died.

"what happened?"

The wizard contacted all the groups he had led, but either no one answered or the call was dead when it was connected.

Other torpedoes carrying Chaos Space Marines were supposed to dive into the warship under his guidance, then reunite with him through the teleportation ritual.

Why can't I contact any of them now? Why don't I even know how they died?

And angry angels.

The wizard pondered.

Those sober people who have seen through the true face of the false emperor will not treat the false emperor's lackeys as angels.

Um.
The wizard's heartbeat quickened.

Something is definitely missing.

An answer, I need an answer.

He looked at the scene in the mirror, which was full of cultists walking around blindly.

These vast and inferior creatures could not bear his divine will, so he was completely oblivious to their current situation.

This should be the path of hope bestowed upon me by the Lord of Change. The fact that I can board this ship alive is proof enough.

Wait, what's my future like after I get on board?
The nine pupils began to tremble.

The wizard suddenly realized that the so-called prophecy did not reveal what he would encounter after boarding the ship, but simply told him that he could board the cruiser alive.

What happens next? What happens next?

The Lord of Change didn’t seem to say that.

He was very familiar with the subordinates who were killed by concentrated fire in an instant, and he was also familiar with the gaps in the ceramic steel armor eaten away by explosive shells.

The addition of the furious angels adds a suffocating dark hue to the foggy battlefield.

Beads of cold sweat appeared on the wizard's face hidden under the armor.

After embracing their new master, these unrestrained warriors finally regained some of their emotions.

That is fear.

When the power gained by sacrificing one's soul, betraying honor, and throwing away one's conscience can no longer control the situation—

A visceral fear.

hum!
The air suddenly stagnated, and a buzzing sound pressed down from the dome.

The wizard looked up, and was greeted by brilliant lightning.

Boom!

Sharp blue-white cracks burst out from Ramses' fingertips, and the chanting of the spell turned into low-frequency vibrations that repeated in the air, eventually converging into a shrill roar that tore through reality.

The enclosed dome exploded, and a waterfall of thunder poured down.

boom!
The first thirteen arcs of electricity fell like the hammer of creation, melting the cultists in the front row into charred silhouettes.

As the wizard reacted quickly and put up a psychic shield, true destruction came one ten-thousandth of a second later.

The lightning that jumped between countless mirrors did not dissipate, but instead multiplied wildly during its repeated bounces.

Each bolt of lightning split into thirteen new branches as it ricocheted.

Gaseous plasma with a temperature of tens of thousands of degrees weaved a web of death in the corridor, and the enemies seemed to be thrown into the furnace of lightning by the gods.

The armor melted into molten iron and flowed along the body. The grenade at the waist exploded into a series of fireballs. The heavily armored soldiers were nailed to the iron deck by the electromagnetic field and twitched wildly.

The nine Chaos Astartes who had not been covered in psychic shields in time faced the excommunication of lightning head-on. The high temperature melted them into metal, which wrapped around their bodies like poison ivy, sealing their screams into their boiling throats.

Even the believers in the mirror were not spared.

The body and skull exploded one after another in the strong light, and the splattered flesh and blood were ionized into glassy dust before they even hit the ground.

When the last syllable faded, only nine hundred crystallized corpses remained within the mirror and the real world. Their bones, transformed by the superconducting phenomenon into glowing blue quartz, resembled insects eternally frozen in thunderstorm amber.

"?"

The wizard who was maintaining the psychic shield took a step back in horror and kicked away a MK4 tactical helmet with only ashes left in it.

Can his magic still be used like this?

Clang!

With a crisp sound piercing the air, black knights attacked from behind the mirror and pounced on the surviving Chaos Space Marines.

As Arthur's blade sliced through the first mirror, shards of glass rained down like a torrential rain.

The first wizard apprentice had just opened the grimoire when the knight's knee strike shattered his breastplate, and the flying mithril armor pieces spontaneously combusted into blue will-o'-the-wisp in the air.

As the Word Bearers wizard turned, he saw the second warrior and his raised spear being cut in half by the power sword.

"who are you!"

The wizard screamed and fire ignited in his hands.

"You don't exist in my mirror."

Click!

After beheading two enemies in mid-air, the knight remained silent, and crushed the third warrior's neck guard with his raised greaves. The sound of bones cracking and the crisp sound of shattered mirrors formed a duet.

When the fourth warrior's Chaos Halberd stabbed at him, the knight cleverly avoided the slash of the decomposition force field, raised his shield and pushed hard, relying on the recoil force of the shield to tear the warrior's mouth apart.

The blue fireball released by the Word Bearers wizard burned the ground in front of Arthur, but did not hurt him at all. Instead, it burned the warrior holding the halberd and the fifth warrior beside him.

Your spell doesn't work. What happened?
"Thousand Sons!"

The wizard roared loudly, his eyes fixed on the think tank floating in the air above the cabin, as if he remembered the time when he was studying in Prospero.

Only these damn guys could take away the Lord of Change's favor from him.

He felt the power of the High Heavens moving away from him, and the carefully selected wizard's staff had been severed from its connection with the Lord of Change and began to frost.

Just as ice crystals began to appear on the wizard's staff, the sixth warrior's throat and spine were broken by the edge of the shield, and the airflow caused by the impact picked up the glass shards that had not yet fallen to the ground.

The seventh warrior's face was torn into a mesh of flesh by the storm of debris, and then the blade pierced his skull directly.

As the ninth warrior's flamethrower spurted out cobalt blue flames, the knight was using the tip of his sword to hold the eighth warrior's body as a shield.

Then the knight spun around and cut off the ninth warrior's knee, and the fallen giant crushed the nine magic mirrors.

The knight's swordsmanship embodies the ultimate of this classical combat skill.

The residual force of each slash will inevitably pull the shield to fill the blind spots in the defense. The sharpness of each thrust has not diminished, and the joints of the armor have been fine-tuned to the force-releasing angle using the momentum.

Attack and defense are integrated, without any personal emotion, the so-called skills are just for pure killing.

"Dark Angel!"

The wizard roared again, and this figure seemed to overlap with the black knight who chased him in the Five Hundred Worlds ten thousand years ago.

The voice was filled with fear.

Wizards have always looked down upon the younger generations who fight for the false emperor.

They claim to be fighting for the empire, but they have never even seen the empire's true attitude.

Having never experienced that grand battlefield, I only have inexplicable fanaticism and foolish faith given by external things.

They didn't even know what the False Emperor and the Primarch looked like, and didn't understand what the great expedition had once represented.

but now--

He looked at the black knight charging towards him with a sword, and at the Thousand Sons Librarian who dominated him in the psychic field.

There is no anger at having one's faith tarnished, no fanaticism to annihilate traitors.

Some people just ignore them, as if they are looking at the scum who have betrayed the human race, a group of fools who have cut off their own path to retreat.

Just like those guys who saw through the true face of the false emperor and the empire, but still chose to fight for them.

Lord of Change, what era did I jump to?
Heretics fell one after another.

At this point in the battle, he was the only one still standing in the field.

why.

The wizard didn't understand.

Why do these memories that should have been diluted by time come back to attack me again?

　ps: Happy New Year, everyone!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)