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Omiren swung the sharp blade in his hand and slaughtered all the green-skinned orcs on the planet.

Thick blood flowed down his weapon, splashing strange blood spots on the blood-stained stones.

He sat down tiredly and proudly. At this moment, he caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of his eye - an alien Eldar with pointy ears and a funny clown-like appearance.

"When did you come, alien?" Omiren's voice was cold, with undisguised disgust and vigilance. He instantly clenched the spear in his hand, and the tip of the spear swayed slightly, ready to attack at any time.

"Humans these days are becoming increasingly rude," said the Eldar Xilego, whose figure seemed to be pieced together from tattered rags and carried the absurdity of a clown. "As soon as we meet, we start calling each other 'alien,' so completely lacking in manners. Unlike your human ancestors, during the Golden Age, our two races enjoyed friendly diplomatic relations. If it weren't for the constant accidents, perhaps the Galactic Alliance would have been established long ago."

Upon hearing this, Omiron sneered and casually removed his helmet, revealing a stern face. He suddenly pulled out the spear he had been stabbing at his side, pointed the tip at Xilego, and shouted angrily, "It was out of mercy that our Lord, wishing the galaxy's humanity to suffer, signed this treaty with your Eldar Pantheon. But now, you are the only one left among your Eldar gods. What right do you have? What qualifications do you have to attempt to re-establish diplomatic relations with the thriving Human Empire? I ask again, when did you arrive?"

Xilego showed no sign of anger. Beneath his clown-like mask, his voice remained calm. "I've been waiting for you. The prophecy indicated you would come here, so I've been watching from the shadows as you cleaned out these greenskins. Just a reminder, you're all alone right now."

Omiren listened without changing his expression, as if he had expected such words.

"Hahaha!" A savage grin spread across Omiren's handsome face, his eyes filled with mockery. "What? The Eldar God wants to threaten me too? I really don't understand you aliens. You're so foolish yet so unaware. You're so weak that you can't even see the situation clearly. You can't even tell who's the master of this galaxy?"

Although Omiron appears to be extremely arrogant, he has actually already quietly connected to the celestial computer on Terra.

In an instant, a huge amount of information poured into his consciousness like a torrent, making his thinking unusually active and clear. Everything slowed down in his eyes, as if he had the ability to see through everything.

Seeing Omiren's provocation, Xilego couldn't help but feel a little angry, and there was a hint of coldness in his voice: "It seems that if I don't teach you a lesson, you won't listen to me obediently."

"How are you going to teach me a lesson? Are you going to flee in disgrace like you Eldar did when Slaanesh broke through the Pantheon? If that's the case, you won't have wasted your time." Omiren's face was full of sarcasm, with a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of contempt for Xilego.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Commanding Knight Omiren stood up, put on his helmet again with a quick and decisive movement, pointed the spear in his hand steadily at Xilego, and exuded a fierce aura, as if he was going to completely defeat the Eldar in front of him in the next second.

Omiren took the lead in attacking. The spear in his hand was wrapped in powerful force, and he swung it violently at Xilego like an angry dragon.

However, Xilego's figure was unusually ghostly. Every time the spear was about to hit him, he would dodge it with incredible agility, as if he had merged with the surrounding space.

Just as Omiren was feeling surprised, the surrounding environment suddenly changed dramatically. The battlefield, which was originally filled with the smell of blood and piled with greenskin corpses, instantly turned into a huge and quiet library.

Omiren was shocked. He suddenly realized that the close connection between himself and the astronomical computer was like a kite with a broken string, and he could no longer sense it at all.

Omiren walked cautiously through the library, which was filled with huge books. The routes here were as complicated as a maze, making it difficult to discern the direction. His eyes inadvertently swept across the bookshelf and saw the title of the book on it was "Omiren's Death".

A nameless rage surged in his heart, and Omiren suddenly stabbed the bookshelf with a gun. With a loud bang, the bookshelf collapsed.

However, something unexpected happened again.

The books and papers that were originally hanging on the bookshelf scattered one after another, and in the blink of an eye they turned into countless sharp blades, attacking Omiren like a storm.

Omiren reacted quickly, resisting with all his might, his spear swinging with impenetrable force. But as the attacks continued, scratches gradually appeared on his armor, becoming more numerous and deeper.

After enduring countless attacks, Omiren's armor finally broke under the strain, revealing the cables inside.

But the torn papers showed no sign of stopping and attacked frantically again, directly cutting off the cable.

As the attacks continued to land in the same spot, Omiron's flesh was gradually exposed, his armor now like a sieve riddled with holes.

But at this critical moment, a mysterious force of time suddenly erupted in Omiren.

In an instant, time seemed to flow backwards, his damaged armor quickly returned to its original state, and his body was intact, as if the thrilling battle just now had never happened.

On the top floor of the library, Xilego's clown-like face slowly emerged, as if seeping out from the void, with a bit of mystery and weirdness.

He gazed down from his high vantage point, his eyes revealing his admiration for the power of time. He murmured to himself, "Time is truly a miraculous force. This is why the Eldar and humans were so equally matched back then."

Then, He cast His gaze upon Omiron, who was struggling fiercely in the storm of shredded paper. His voice was not loud, but it pierced through the numerous obstacles and reached Omiron's ears: "Why didn't you listen to me? You must have angered me and fought me to the death."

Omiren naturally also had the idea of ​​listening to Xilego finish his words.

But on second thought, what Xilego was most famous for was not his powerful fighting ability, nor his extraordinary wisdom, but his clever mouth that deceived the gods in the War in Heaven.

I am just an ordinary mortal, how can I resist Xilego's sweet words?

Rather than being deceived and falling into an unknown crisis, it is better to directly provoke him. Even if you die in battle, it will be a worthy death.

Thinking of this, Omiren suddenly raised his head, his eyes like torches, and replied fearlessly: "I am one of the four commanding knights of the Lord, and I am entrusted with the mission of exterminating aliens. There is no possibility of any peace talks between you and me, and we can only fight to the death!" After that, he swung the spear in his hand, and rushed forward again to face the overwhelming shredded paper blades, his momentum undiminished.

The sharp scraps of paper scratched Omiren's armor again, and the harsh friction sound was like the devil's shrill laughter.

This was the second time he had to rely on the power of time to restore his damaged self to its original state. Every time he mobilized this mysterious force, it was like playing tug-of-war with fate, exhausting both physically and mentally.

However, those pieces of paper seemed to be endowed with endless obsession, and were still gathering momentum, ready to launch the next round of attacks.

At this critical moment, Xilego was about to crush Omiren completely again, but suddenly found that his divine power was forcibly restrained by an invisible force and he could not move.

He looked around in astonishment, his eyes full of disbelief.

He knew that being was coming.

Immediately afterwards, a majestic and vast will, as if it could dominate everything in the universe, descended upon the planet.

This will is so powerful that it is like an endless cosmic storm. Wherever it goes, the space trembles.

Even the emperor who now stands at the pinnacle of human power seems to be eclipsed by this will.

This magnificent will found Omiren directly and instantly merged with his body.

Omiren felt a warm current running through his body, and his originally deep pupils instantly turned pure white, emitting a strange and holy light.

The aura around him also underwent a drastic change. His already powerful aura became even more intimidating at this moment, as if he was no longer the commanding knight who fought alone, but had become the spokesperson for some existence beyond mortal understanding.

Omiren spoke slowly, his voice seeming to come from the depths of the universe, like the tolling of a majestic bell. Each syllable was imbued with boundless majesty, echoing endlessly in this strange space, as if the laws of the world itself were whispering, "West Lego, collaboration? Interesting, truly intriguing."

Under the pressure of this powerful will, Xilego instantly became extremely respectful. His original cynical and clown appearance disappeared without a trace. He leaned forward slightly and saluted the being in front of him in the body of Omiren with an extremely pious gesture, muttering to himself, "Greetings, Your Majesty."

"I didn't expect you to still remember the etiquette of humans in the Golden Age." [Omiren] nodded slightly, looking through Omiren's eyes, examining Xilego as if he knew everything.

"What a magnificent era it was. Even the smallest existence deserves to be remembered and engraved in the long river of history." Xilego responded respectfully, with an imperceptible tremor in his voice, which showed his deep awe for the existence before him.

Omiren nodded again, but his next words were like sharp blades, piercing Xilego's heart: "Very good, Alien. But before this, I always thought you were a clown, just like your nickname, the Clown God. You spread rumors everywhere, saying that your library holds the ultimate secret, and that you are brewing the last laugh, hoping to laugh Slaanesh to death? It's ridiculous!"

"Looking at your strength, it's really not that great, and your brain is not very smart. You can't even save your own subordinate, Unicorn. How can you make Slaanesh afraid?"

"Now it seems that you are indeed a complete clown. Before Slaanesh was born, you had been preaching about its dangers, but no Eldar was willing to listen to your warnings. Back then, you had foresight, but were powerless to change the ignorance of your people. After Slaanesh was born, the Pantheon fell, Khaine was shattered, but you had no way to make up for it, and could only watch the Eldar decline. And Aisha, who was captured by Nurgle, was also helpless and unable to save her."

"You say you are not a clown, then who is the clown? A powerless god, your ultimate plan is not to send 99% of the Eldar population into the mouth of Slaanesh, so that death will come!"

These words analyzed Xilego's past and failures from multiple angles without mercy. Every detail was like a handful of salt sprinkled on Xilego's broken heart.

"Yes, you are right." Xilegao lowered his head, his voice full of respect. He did not refute the ruthless accusations of [Omiren] at all, as if those past failures and humiliations, as the being in front of him said, were guilt that he could not escape.

Omiron nodded slightly, his gaze sharp, as if he could see through Xilego's innermost thoughts. He slowly spoke, "You came to me because you want to maintain the mutual assistance treaty signed by the Human Federation during the Golden Age. But times have changed. The human world is now ruled by the Emperor. Therefore, if you wish to achieve your goals, you should seek him out."

"Yes, my lord. You are worthy of being the former Lord of the Galaxy, with a sharp gaze that sees through everything. I will take my leave now, and wish you peace." Xilego's tone became more and more humble. He performed extremely respectful etiquette and slowly retreated step by step.

He looked just like the eunuchs in ancient times who were very cautious in front of the powerful, fearing that they would anger the person in front of them if they were not careful.

In reality, Xilego was so cautious because he didn't dare expose his back to Omiren. Faced with such a suffocatingly powerful will, no one could predict whether this guy would suddenly attack and devour him alive.

Therefore, He could only retreat cautiously.

"Xi Lego, you just injured my knight. Then I will hit you back, is that not too much?" [Omiren]'s voice was cold and unquestionable, as if the punishment was a foregone conclusion.

Before Xilego could respond, Omiren suddenly exerted his strength, hurling the spear in his hand, which shone with a cold light, like a meteor. Xilego was retreating at full speed at this moment. Sensing the danger approaching, he widened his eyes and tried to dodge faster, but found that under the powerful pressure, his movements became slow.

"Bang!" A loud noise shook the earth and sky, and the spear hit the target with the momentum of destroying the world.

Immediately afterwards, the planet beneath his feet could not withstand the impact of this terrifying force and instantly shattered into pieces. The debris flew like raindrops, and the huge roar seemed to shatter the entire universe.

Xilego dodged the rubble in the space in a panic, and took a deep breath with lingering fear.

Looking at the tragic scene before him, his heart was filled with shock.

This will can possess such terrifying power just by relying on an ordinary body. If its real body descends, how powerful will it be?

He didn't dare to imagine what was happening, but felt a chill down his spine. He secretly thanked God that he hadn't completely angered this being just now, otherwise he would have had a hard time escaping unscathed today.

Only when his figure completely disappeared in this mysterious space did he secretly breathe a sigh of relief, but his mind was still recalling the thrilling scene just now.

Chapter 266: Arrest and confrontation.

The roar of artillery fire reverberated throughout the universe, like thunder, shattering the silence. In space, steel-forged warships surged toward the enemy like a black tide. Countless shells, trailing flames, soared through the darkness, wielding destructive force, sinking the alien fleet one by one with pinpoint precision.

In the flash of the explosion, the alien's limbs were blown everywhere. The things attached to those limbs looked like rat hair, scattered everywhere.

These rat-like creatures are incredibly dangerous. Not only do they possess powerful attack capabilities and an astonishing reproductive capacity, they also carry a deadly virus. This virus is highly contagious and can quickly cause serious consequences if it comes into contact with humans.

The infected human flesh would soon begin to fester and die in agony. Even more terrifying, these viruses could use the flesh of deceased humans to further mutate and evolve, becoming even more powerful and deadly.

Even someone as powerful as Astartes would find it extremely difficult to defend against such an unpredictable virus attack.

Horus acted decisively and immediately canceled the original plan to use mortals as bait.

At this moment, on the warship he commanded, the 19th Legion, as the vanguard, was like a sharp blade, ready to tear open the alien defense line at any time and open up a bloody path for the Shadow Moon Wolf fleet.

Countless assault fleets belonging to the 19th Legion rushed towards the enemy like arrows from a bow.

They turned into the vanguard and rushed towards the enemy camp, attracting the enemy's intensive firepower without hesitation, while shouldering the responsibility of luring the supreme fleet of the rat-man aliens.

In an instant, artillery fire rang out, and a deafening roar exploded in the universe.

One after another, the shells, trailing dazzling flames, shuttled back and forth in the darkness, and when they collided with the warships, they burst into dazzling light, just like billions of stars in the universe bursting at the same time, or like a torrential rain pouring down in the wilderness.

The warships of the 19th Legion struggled forward amidst a hail of gunfire. One warship after another was hit by artillery fire, their metal hulls twisted and deformed, and fragments from the explosions flew in all directions like streaks of fire.

Even after suffering such heavy losses, the 19th Legion still did not hide its fanaticism for Horus.

Like rats drawn to bait, the swarm of Skaven aliens appeared. Slowly, the Skaven aliens' largest battleship emerged from the battlefield. Its massive bulk was like a moving steel fortress, blocking out the sun and sky.

They have been successfully lured, just like real mice seeing cheese, they rush over regardless of the consequences.

At this moment, the vengeful spirit of Horus descended upon the battlefield like a ghost in the dark night.

In an instant, the fire of revenge was like a surging wave, madly venting towards the rat-man alien.

The roar was deafening, and everything around was shaken by this powerful force.

Shells hit the alien fleet accurately, and warships were hit one after another. In the violent explosion, the alien fleets fell into the endless dark abyss like birds with broken wings, carrying the roar of death.

In the ratman fleet, the supreme command warship surrounded by layers of enemies looked like a huge rat curled up in its shell.

Dense artillery fire poured down like a rainstorm, and the surrounding ratman warships acting as guards were shattered one after another, and were destroyed one after another under the heavy burden. The exploding metal fragments were intertwined with the turbulent energy.

Horus's Spirit of Vengeance opened fire at full power, and the attack intensity was pushed to the limit. Except for the ratman command warship, all other enemy ships were not spared and were thoroughly baptized by artillery fire.

However, the Spirit of Vengeance's attack on the Skaven command ship was completely neutralized by its powerful shield, and the energy impact continued to flicker and dissipate on the shield.

It seems that a new boarding operation must be launched.

Inside the battleship, the boarding torpedoes quickly began to charge and prepare.

Inside the cabin, Abaddon, wearing heavy power armor, with a chainsword in his hand flashing with a cold light, led a team of Astartes warriors, ready to board the enemy ship and engage in a brutal and bloody battle at close range.

As the boarding torpedo was successfully launched, a dull thud echoed in the universe.

Abaddon and a team of Astrin warriors rushed into the core area of ​​the Skaven command ship like lightning.

As soon as you step onto the enemy ship, a pungent stench hits you in the face, a mixture of metallic smell and rotten smell, which is nauseating.

But Abaddon and the others did not hesitate at all. The chainsaw swords in their hands started instantly, and the teeth rotated at high speed, making a sharp buzzing sound and flashing cold light in the dim cabin.

Every swing brought up a cloud of blood, and the ratman's twisted body was easily torn apart, with limbs flying everywhere.

The Astrin warriors cooperated well, using chainsaw swords in close combat while launching missiles mounted on power armor at the right time.

The missile, trailing a blazing flame, accurately slammed into the rat group, and the explosion illuminated the surroundings.

Under this alternating attack, both the ratmen who were madly besieging nearby and the enemy soldiers who came to support from afar, fell down screaming, and the alien corpses were smashed to pieces, with fragments splattering everywhere.

Inside the battleship, the air was filled with blood and stench. Abaddon and his men continued to harvest the lives of the ratmen in this purgatory-like scene.

Abaddon now remembered Horus's special request: to capture a Skaven alive, or even better still, a pair, for the Eleventh Primarch was keen on studying these alien creatures, and Horus wanted to give them to his sister as a gift.

But the difficulty of this task was far beyond imagination, which really gave Abaddon a headache.

The ratmen exude a deadly poison. For a powerful individual, the toxins emitted from their body surface into the air are enough to corrode the ceramsite armor worn by Abaddon and his men.

Abaddon did not dare to come into direct contact with these monsters. During the battle, the sharp part of the chainsaw in his chainsaw sword was worn out by the poison.

Now, he could only rely on the shooting of the grenade launcher and the fire suppression of the Astartes warriors around him to barely maintain the situation.

On the space battlefield, Horus's fleet was unstoppable and won victory after victory.

Enemy ships fell one after another under the fierce artillery attack, and Horus's fleet was like an unstoppable steel torrent, marching towards the final victory.

The fierce battle was in full swing, and more and more rat warships were accurately destroyed under the fierce artillery fire of Horus's fleet.

The metal debris and energy turbulence produced by the explosion splashed everywhere. These broken warships gradually became floating garbage in space, witnessing the cruelty of this brutal war.

Horus was of course aware of the importance of destroying the Ratman's supreme command ship, so he decisively ordered that more Astartes warriors under his command, along with his most elite guards, be continuously launched onto the Ratman's supreme command ship.

They were like sharp blades, stabbing fiercely towards the core area of ​​the ratman fleet. A close combat inside the narrow hull was about to break out.

The Astartes who boarded the command ship were like tigers among a flock of sheep, with their bolters spewing flames, and every shot caused the ratmen to bleed to the spot.