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Chapter 195 Angel's Disaster (Pervert) Kabanha

Heart of Bhaal, Mephiston recited the name of this place in his mind,

The Eldar believe in the existence of the world soul, and believe that every planet has its own will, soul, and spirit.
If what they say is true, then perhaps the spirit of Baal resides before Mephiston's eyes.

The Heart of Baal is a crystal formation hidden deep within the Baal Mountains. It can only be reached through a complex series of tunnels that are older than the Blood Angels themselves, and are wide and short, clearly not meant for human passage.
I guess the aliens who occupied Baal in the past discovered this place and transformed it.
What appeared before Mephiston was a world made entirely of bloodstone. From the soles of his feet to the walls, and from the walls to the ceiling, everything here was made of bloodstone as pure as blood, and it burst out with blood-red light, illuminating the entire crystal layer.
Countless hexagonal columns of bloodstone extend out, pointing to the center of the crystal layer, a natural platform.

Bloodstone is a specialty of Baal, a precious gem. A pure bloodstone is a symbol of honor for every warrior with Sanguinius flowing in his veins, representing their achievements on the battlefield. For mortals, even the most turbid bloodstone is a rare treasure.

However, only the Blood Angels, who are think tanks, know that bloodstone is not just jewelry. In addition to wealth and honor, bloodstone also has unique subspace properties.
Each bloodstone can produce a slight resonance in the mind, in tune with the power in the warp to a certain extent, and can even make the wearer's limbs stronger and the mind sharper to a certain extent.
It's just that elsewhere, the amount of bloodstone is too small to have any significant effect.
But here, in the Heart of Bhaal, in this cavernous place encased in bloodstone, every bloodstone is at work, resonating with Mephiston's spirit, blurring the line between reality and the warp.

Sometimes Mephiston even felt that the bloodstone-encased hole had sunk to a certain extent into the Warp, whose forces were becoming active beneath the thin veil of reality.
Mephiston couldn't help but glance at Zhou Yun beside him, and felt a chill down his spine.
"What's wrong?" Zhou Yun noticed Mephiston's gaze, turned his head and asked with a smile.

From Mephiston's perspective,
He saw that Zhou Yun was filled with a gray aura of death, which was like a tattered gray robe lingering on his body, and his face was as haggard as a dried corpse.
In the blink of an eye, the grey robes intertwined with each other again, transforming into a never-ending spiral of metal gears, with their faces covered in complex machinery.
And when Zhou Yun smiled at Mephiston, the gears intertwined and turned into a giant dragon circling and biting its tail. The corners of Zhou Yun's mouth seemed to split open, and it opened into a bloody mouth that wanted to swallow him.

Finally, these strange scenes slowly settled down and combined with each other on Zhou Yun's body, making Zhou Yun seem to have turned into a raccoon cat with a metallic blue light all over his body.
This strange illusion always lingered on Zhou Yun's body, but he seemed to ignore it as if he could not see it.

Mephiston even suspected that the Heart of Baal was too close to the Warp, and Zhou Yun's body in the material universe could no longer bear the power he projected in the Warp.

"No, it's okay." Mephiston was silent for a while, then shook his head and said.

Zhou Yun shrugged and didn't ask any more questions. He just looked at the bloodstones around him and murmured quietly, "How much are these things worth?"

The corner of Mephiston's eye twitched. He really couldn't understand why a being from the subspace would care about money. Could it be that he was also involved in areas related to wealth in the subspace?
Unable to figure out what was going on, Mephiston could only take a deep breath and gesture to Zhou Yun to walk up to the platform pointed to by many hexagonal columnar blood stones.

"This way." Mephiston took Zhou Yun to the platform.

On the platform, the Blood Angels' think tanks were standing in front of a warp engine that looked like a mechanical tower.
This warp engine was painted with a symbol: an arrow shot out of a triple circle, surrounded by two ears of wheat composed of twenty-one grains.

The Blood Angels' think tanks are pouring blood on it and using pens to draw layers of strange runes and patterns on it. These twisted and weird patterns seem to contain some kind of blasphemous power.

Gaius Lascelles, the second-in-command of the Blood Angels think tank, nodded slightly to Zhou Yun and Mephiston.
When his gaze fell on Zhou Yun, the corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch, and he obviously saw the illusion rising from Zhou Yun's body.

"My friend, what's going on?" Mephiston asked Rasseles while standing in front of the warp engine.

"This engine has already been corrupted by the power of the Plague God, but the strange thing is..."

Gaius Lascelles paused and said:

"What's strange is that the Plague God's demons didn't even try to enter reality through this subspace engine."

"Even when we began to try to use blood and runes to wash away the corruption on it and guide it to the realm of the Blood God, the demons of the Plague God seemed to be very cooperative. I even faintly heard the voices of the Nurglings full of gratitude."

As he spoke, Lascelles couldn't help but look at Zhou Yun.

He obviously suspected what Zhou Yun had done.

The corners of Zhou Yun's mouth twitched slightly. This subspace engine was the one he found in the bottom nest. After being corrupted by Nurgle, it was stuffed into Zhou Yun's fourth-dimensional pocket.

In fact, many demons emerged from this subspace engine, but they all fell into the pocket of the fourth dimension and were sold out by themselves.

Unfortunately, the Nurgle demons were not fools. After realizing that the gate opened by the warp engine was a trap, they never showed up again. Even the Great Unclean One Rainfather closed the warp gate himself.
However, this thing was produced in one of CNSA's colonies, and out of his collecting habit, Zhou Yun kept it in his four-dimensional pocket.

However, it comes in handy now.

"Once we reach the gate to the Blood God's realm, the runes on it will begin to work, transferring the gate to this warp engine." Lascelles explained.

Zhou Yun nodded slightly when he heard this. This was their plan.
Mephiston and the Librarians of the Blood Angels will open a gateway to Khorne's realm through a series of sorceries that can only be described as blasphemous.
Then the runes drawn on the warp engine with blood will start to work, transferring the warp gate connection to it.

If Kabanha attempts to enter reality at this time, he will be ejected from the subspace engine.
Zhou Yun smiled. He held up the subspace engine with both hands. This tower-like machine instantly slid into Zhou Yun's four-dimensional pocket like liquid.
If Kabanha came out of the subspace engine, he would fall directly into Zhou Yun's four-dimensional pocket and be sold directly.

Lascelles seemed a little surprised by this scene, because he did not notice any fluctuations in psychic power.

But Mephiston looked at him, indicating that now was not the time to be curious.
Rasselas nodded slightly, making way for Mephiston.

Mephiston walked silently to the think tank, his eyes swept across the bloodstones around him.
Countless complex patterns were carved, inlaid, and inlaid on the bloodstone. These patterns were in the style of the old Terra Caucasus Mountains, from the ancient books of the Old Night Age, full of blasphemy and filth.

This is the sacred place of Baal, but in the past period of time, the Librarians have been desecrating this place with these filthy runes.
Mephiston will use a whole set of blasphemous and dark witchcraft to perform the ceremony. This witchcraft comes from the former Terra Ursh Alliance and is absolutely blasphemous dark knowledge.

Whatever the reason, everything Mephiston did was beyond the level that the Empire could allow.

"We have no choice."

Mephiston whispered to his colleagues, his voice gradually gaining strength.
During the Battle of Hades, the Great Devourer left Mephiston with a soul-level scar that has never truly healed.
But the Heart of Bhaal made up for the power lost from the scar, making Mephiston almost as powerful as in his prime.

"Kabanha is eyeing us covetously. It is our ancient enemy and a great threat that seeks to harm our souls."

"To defeat it, we must perform this blasphemous sorcery. May the Emperor and Sanguinius protect our souls."

Zhou Yun glanced at the winged figure in the white light at the corner of his eye. Its figure was very bright, shrouded in a blue and white light.
This is probably to bless the souls of Mephiston and his men.
The rituals they will perform are extremely profane, and without the help of priests or holy priests, they must fight the curse and corruption on their own.

"Share the blood," Mephiston whispered.

The other think tanks except him untied their hand guards, took off their armored gloves, formed a circle, bit each other's flesh and blood one after another, and the blood flowed along the circle array they formed.
This strange ritual, combined with the shared scarlet hunger within them, formed a unique link, allowing their psychic powers to be gathered together and shared.

The only exception is Mephiston, who did not absorb the blood of his brothers, but still absorbed the power of other think tanks.
He seemed to be covered by some kind of shadow, which was wriggling on Mephiston's body like a living creature, making Mephiston's body look swollen, and even black wings were faintly growing behind Mephiston.

"call"

Mephiston exhaled a breath of blood, and the surrounding environment seemed to be slightly distorted. In the eyes of the think tanks, the scenes on the Spirit of Vengeance and the scenes in the Heart of Baal alternated with each other, and a part of their souls seemed to be awakened.

Zhou Yun's nose moved slightly. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to smell blood in the air.
There was also the smell of gunpowder, steel, motor oil, beasts, bristles, leather, and trenches.
Mephiston whispered an ancient spell that came from the dark mountains of the Caucasus. The blasphemous sound surrounded the air, like a series of sticky and slippery tentacles, licking every corner of reality. The wriggling shadows slowly spread out from Mephiston's body, causing Mephiston's form to constantly change and twist.
A light like blood burst out from the bloodstone, illuminating the surroundings in a way that was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, like a series of bloody wounds lying across reality.

Mephiston suddenly raised his voice, and at the same time, a series of murderous war cries suddenly sounded in the void, and the boundary between reality and the subspace became thinner.
Zhou Yun saw the broken armor falling into the sticky river of blood. The bright red blood was winding on the broken earth and gathering into a pool in the crater.
The sound of horns rang out from afar, and the warriors in brass armor roared, angrily, and charged at each other in blood.
They are engaged in an eternal war. Countless grand wars have broken out among countless warriors. They shed blood, had their heads chopped off, and brought war and violence to this land.
Endless shattered scorched earth spread, the sound of weapons clashing rang out everywhere, blood gathered into rivers, skulls piled into mountains, beasts forged by fire and blood lurked on the blade-like mountains, and warriors full of courage and murderous intent roared and challenged them.
And it, the bloodthirsty demon of Khorne, the scourge of angels. It has an ape-like face, four twisted horns, and spreads its scarlet wings, sprinkling blood rain from its body.
It holds a steel whip and a chain saw axe, running in the red night and bloody wind. It has neither a crown nor a robe, only blood adorns its honor.

Its followers beat drums, roared, and blew horns.

"This is blood! This is blood! This is killing! This is killing!"

"It is blood! It is blood! It is killing! It is killing!"

"This is the heroic lord bathed in blood!"

"It harnesses the rage! It makes it roar!"

"Kill, kill, kill! Kill, kill, kill again! Kabanha!"

"Kill, kill, kill! Kill, kill, kill again! Kabanha!"

It twisted its beast-like scarlet eyes, and took a step towards the boundary between the warp and reality with war cries and horns. In an instant, the entire Heart of Baal was roaring and howling.

Kabanha, the scourge of angels has come upon Baal.
"The Archangel's shrimp-headed licking dog pervert Kabanha is here." When the atmosphere was serious, Zhou Yun couldn't help but say.

(End of this chapter)