Hyperion, but in Warhammer 40K

Meanwhile, on the other side, inside the Quint Hive, a massive rift exploded directly above the hive, and the whispers of the warp became even clearer.

Aishiweier slowly closed her eyes, and a huge barrier opened at this moment, protecting most of the hive, but it could only go so far.

After all, she is not the emperor, and the power of that fragment is limited.

So soon countless mortals went mad in whispers, and the wasteland outside the hive was in even greater chaos.

A terrifying plague appeared out of nowhere, tearing away the flesh and blood of those infected. However, the shed flesh and blood did not die, but instead merged and mutated with each other. After a thousand years, a vast vitality blossomed on the polluted, colorful land.

A blood-red aura was also spreading, and countless gang members of the garbage gang entered a state of frenzy at this time.

They fought each other, blood flying from their skulls. Fortunately, because of this barrier, the upper and middle nests were relatively stable.

"My Lord, it is not safe here. Please follow us and leave."

At this time, the shadow protecting him slowly appeared. The arrival of such a being naturally attracted attention from all sides, so they had already fended off dozens of assassination attempts on him from cults, gene stealers, and even different factions of the Church.

"He said, 'It's not time yet. With Curze's abilities, he should have reached him by now. He needs an answer now.'"

"But my lord, even the light of the Astronomican has gone out."

Upon hearing this, the Imperial Guards expressed their concern. Once that object went out, the entire empire would be torn apart, and all ships sailing in the warp would lose their way. Furthermore, the faith of countless navigators and astropaths would be severely damaged.

"He said he needed to wait for that person's reply."

Upon hearing this, the Imperial Guards were speechless. The oracle they had received was to protect this living saint, but now, facing the pressure of the entire planet, they couldn't reveal themselves. After all, the sudden appearance of a group of Imperial Guards could easily lead to speculation and spark a frenzied scramble for possession.

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Chapter 112 Kohl: Don’t worry, this boy is an emperor.

So at this moment, Aisiweier looked up at the sky. Under the starry sky at night, the special light of the Great Rift was clearly visible.

Now, whispers from the warp continue to emerge. Without its own protection, this hive will fall into absolute chaos, and the divine will is extremely anxious.

He was waiting for definite news, but it was obvious that there was no ripple after a Primarch was thrown in.

But he felt very strange, because just a moment ago he observed a subspace shadow belonging to Curze.

But now it has disappeared again, which makes the consciousness confused. But it soon realized that the other fragments of itself must have used the coordinates to do something.

Although he doesn't have too much power now, he can still feel that some of his fragments have made the most effective choices.

He couldn't say anything about this. In the survival of mankind, even the emperors themselves were just tools.

"My Lord, the Primarch is not to be trusted. We should evacuate to a safe area now that the Astronomican's light has gone out."

At this moment, the imperial guard said with some concern that the extinguishing of the Star Torch meant very well to the empire.

"He said, 'Don't worry, those guys are all busy with their own things and won't be focusing their attention here for the time being.'"

As the Great Rift unfolded, the fragment became even more powerful. Even without borrowing the little girl's body, it could do more.

He was also unwilling to waste this girl, especially now that the light of the Astronomican had gone out. He desperately wanted to know how that person had done it; this was the only salvation for the empire.

……

At this moment in space, on top of the huge steel Wraith.

"What the hell is Old K doing?"

At this moment, Zhou Ye frowned and cut a Khorne Space Marine who jumped and slashed at him in half with one sword. The blazing golden flames burned it to ashes.

Then the Emperor Champion of the Black Templar became even more fanatical. Of course, he was the only one left now, and no one knew where the others had been left.

Of course, what this Black Templar didn't know was that Zhou Ye had once again quietly severed the very weak connection between him and the Emperor.

Of course, the Living Saint beside her was even more exaggerated. He secretly gave her a position he had created using the authority of the Herrscher of Consciousness and the Herrscher of Constraint, and quietly imposed it on her. As long as she survived, she would be able to contact the Emperor within a short period of time. Of course, this would only cut off the communication. The original blessing and power were still there. Zhou Ye didn't want to see that yellow-skinned person.

Now, he got a headache just by seeing the yellow-skinned guy, so he simply continued to secretly cut off his signal. Even though the opponent's power that could be projected into the real universe had increased several times due to the opening of the Great Rift, he definitely couldn't try to play tricks in front of Zhou Ye.

Today, the entire New Tilias, as the core of the star track, has long been covered by tracks that extend in all directions.

Here, this already weak interference was almost completely unable to stir up any waves. Of course, he also added a little bit of information, and had never come into contact with the imaginary Black Temple champion.

I just feel that I am very powerful now and think that I have been inspired by the emperor.

Zhou Ye just laughed at this, but didn't say anything. Now his attention was all on the subspace, where he heard Old K's loud laughter, but he didn't do anything.

This is totally unscientific. That guy can't just keep smiling like that. He must be doing something. You have to know that most of the time, Tzeentch's tricks are just a laugh. If he really wants to kill you, it's up to Khorne.

Khorne was silent, and he must be preparing something terrible for himself. So Zhou Ye had to be careful, and extremely careful.

but……

"That's not a big deal. The passage is almost closed. And what about the Spirit of Vengeance? Abaddon is such a coward."

Knowing that it was meaningless to delay the matter any further, Zhou Ye also cast his gaze towards the space crack. At this time, he was a little surprised to find that Abaddon was not there.

Didn’t you just say with confidence that the era of the Primarch was over? What’s the situation now? Where are you?

Zhou Ye was speechless about this. He actually wanted to hold the magic sword against him. He was the one who lured him here and killed him. It was Abaddon who really deserved to be called the master.

The retreat was as fast as the wind, even more awesome than a certain principal.

In this case, Zhou Ye also started a new plan. He wanted to prevent this battle from turning into a big melee.

Aboard the Iron Wraith, Inquisitor Greyfax had already found the now-excited Belisarius Caul. The priest had somehow suddenly become more cheerful, a relief from having been relieved of a heavy responsibility.

He was now maneuvering his clumsy body swiftly across the cabin, clearing away all traces of chaos. Don't underestimate this great sage from ten thousand years ago; even the units he brought to the table were behemoths. Even though Zhou Ye's body had grown to over four meters, he still looked like a small creature in front of him.

Naturally, his combat capability is also very strong. Ordinary Space Marines will not be much better in front of him than ordinary mortals in front of Space Marines.

Now, all sorts of weapons were melting down various powerful enemies, while at the same time, they were brainwashing and promoting Primaris technology to the screaming Black Templars. Originally, if Guilliman hadn't woken up, he wouldn't have dared to do anything, but now, looking at this legion of Primaris, he had nothing to fear.

He also knew the opinions of the various Legions on the Primaris, and he wasn't too concerned about the opportunity to promote them. He'd start with the most insane Black Orcs. After all, these people were even more extreme than the Dark Angels in some respects, yet the Dark Angels had honestly accepted the Primaris.

Look at the mess these Black Orks made. It was only when they were nearly all dead by the end that they kept it a secret. After all, one team slaughtered the Custodes along with the Primaris. You can only say that different worlds make different things. Of course, that team's fate wasn't much better, as they eventually ran into a Zerg fleet.

"No!!!"

"Sir, wait for us!!!"

"Such a glorious moment, why, why am I like this!!!"

The Black Orcs were in a state of complete chaos. Originally considered one of the Emperor's most devout followers, the Black Templars had fought in every Imperial war since their inception. They were the most accomplished of all the Astartes, bar none.

Now, after thousands of years, I can have the honor of charging together with a Primarch, but I... I can't even keep up.

Now, for them, it is worse than death.

(Inspiring music) The Primarch has led us in a magnificent charge today, and they will achieve great glory.

(Cool dance) So who can’t keep up today? YOU!!!

and so……

"Those Space Marines are all Primaris Space Marines, and they have added three new surgeries. If you have these three surgeries, you will be able to share the glorious moment with those people."

Mouth melon!!!

Upon hearing this, the Black Templars fell silent, as this seemed to go against their doctrine. But soon, they saw the empty corridor filled with corpses, and a look of misery appeared on their faces.

That lord led his Honor Guard and their champion to charge forward, while the others could only clean up the battlefield. What was this? This was bullying to them, naked bullying.

"Kougua, hurry up, I want to become a Primaris too!!!"

At this moment, a Black Templar let out a scream, and with him as the leader, the others had the same reaction. Now they urgently needed more powerful forces to fight for glory.

Seeing this, Belisarius Kaur's face showed a hint of success, but at this moment.

"A strange Primarch, possibly even Horus, are you hiding something?"

“No need to worry!!!”

But soon the Inquisitor named Greyfax looked at Kohl who was waving his hands with a confused look on his face. The latter's face was full of fanaticism at this time.

"That great... Primarch is almost identical to the Emperor. He resembles the Emperor more than any other Primarch."

Caul didn't care about this at all. Hearing this, Inquisitor Greyfax's face darkened. The living saint also followed Zhou Ye to charge forward, and now the remaining great sage is also doing the same.

As the spokesperson for the Golden Throne, Greyfax would be wary of everything. Honestly, the sheer complexity of their Chapter, or Legion, made him extremely wary. Who was the last person to command so many traitorous Legions? It seemed his name was Horus.

So who was the first to call for the false emperor to be executed? It seemed to be the Night Lord. He didn't know if Zhou Ye was Horus, but he had just pulled out Konrad Curze. The fact that the other party wasn't angry and didn't do anything was very telling.

Of course, Kawl didn't care at all. He had come into contact with the Emperor before, and this one gave him the same impression as the Emperor. So what was there to worry about?

So now he was charging forward with all his might, dealing with this group of people before finding a way to reach Macragge. His mission, which had been going on for thousands of years, was finally about to be completed, and now Cawl could be said to be at his most relaxed moment.

As for Inquisitor Greyfax, he could only be furious, because he could not find anyone willing to cooperate with him, so he could only keep it in mind silently.

"Ok?"

But at this moment, several people were stunned for a moment, and then looked out the window.

"Such a powerful psychic power!!!"

At this moment, almost everyone exclaimed in surprise, because a golden sun was slowly rising outside.

……

Time skipped forward a bit, and now, after chopping another demon in two and throwing it into his converter, Zhou Ye decided to do something. The Black Legion had already withdrawn, but he felt like he'd lost out by just leaving like that. He had to make sure they left something behind, even after it came to this.

That meant there was nothing wrong with his plan, and he seemed to have successfully prevented a new big mess for the first time.

So, in order to prevent these people from coming up with any new tricks for him, he decided to make a final decision. At this moment, the golden illusory wings opened directly behind him again.

The main reason why I initially used the light was so that I could throw it to the yellow-skinned guy, but now his power has become a little weird for some reason.

Perhaps it was because, despite rejecting the faith and throwing all that shit to the yellow-skinned man, those beliefs had only briefly passed through him, not causing any disturbances in the Warp. However, due to their connection to the Emperor, they more or less carried a certain sacred aura.

"Your Majesty the Emperor!!!"

Seeing the huge wings, the Emperor Champion of the Black Templar also shouted excitedly at this time, but his words had just fallen.

"No, sir, wait a minute?"

At this moment, a shrill scream echoed directly in his bewildered eyes. Then, with a bit of surprise, he discovered that the front row had disappeared. The Primarch had vanished right before their eyes, so fast that no one could react.

Then, like those Glory Guards, his expression instantly turned ugly.

The Primarch got carried away and charged forward.

But before they could do anything, a dazzling light rose directly in front of his eyes.

"The Emperor!!!"

At this moment, everyone, including the Living Saint Celestine, had a look of deep reverence on their faces. Even the somewhat bewildered Inquisitor Greyfax was shocked. Then, a wave of shame washed over him for his previous thoughts. He shouldn't have doubted such a Son of God.

Zhou Ye was already suspended in space. The golden sword in his hand released a dazzling golden light. Like the rising sun, the figure swung his sword downward, and supernatural flames shot out, piercing through the void shields of the remaining warships and shattering them.

Then, he passed through the crack without stopping and chased the retreating black army. But unfortunately, at this moment, the space crack was completely healed, and the attack disappeared directly into the universe.

PS: It’s okay. I wrote it overnight, so praise me.

113

Chapter 113 Stinky Abaddon.

On the other side of the space crack, Abaddon also rushed out in a cold sweat.

Just now, he felt a power, a special power. The Draconian on his waist began to tremble with excitement, which made Abaddon feel more and more uneasy.

So after repelling that group of ignorant Eldar, Abaddon immediately turned his fleet around and ran away.

Then, at this moment, he froze for a moment, as he felt a chill all over his body. He turned his head and saw the Claw of Horus in his hand suddenly rush forward and smash down fiercely.

next moment……

boom! ! !

A violent explosion occurred directly in the cabin, and then Abaddon's spiky hair fell down.

Flames also came out of the Terminator armor on his body. Seeing this, the group of people around him quickly moved away from him.

"The Cursed One!!!"

At this moment, Abaddon gritted his teeth and said slowly, "The crack closed at this moment. Now the Great Rift has fully opened. Without the impact caused by this thing, nothing can open such a crack at will again."

But fortunately, his main forces were all there, except for the group of followers of Khorne.

Those people rushed forward without even waiting for his order, and just at this time they had completed the rearguard work.

"To Macragge immediately!!!"