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Chapter 208 The Eagle and the Slave

The sky is burning,
Lightning fell from the void, splitting the sky of Baal, leaving a scar burning with purple flames.
The three planets that were the second home of the Archangels were submerged by the boiling power of the Warp, and the brilliance of the stars was obscured. The psykers roared and fainted, the astropaths wailed and their heads exploded, the navigators' third eyes burned with blasphemous evil fire, and the think tanks struggled and fell to the ground.

All human hearts are howling in the torrent of the warp. They can clearly feel that their souls are being coveted by the dark creatures outside of reality and being licked by the dark evil energy of the warp.
The mortals let out sharp wails, with countless madness and confusion in their eyes, and some even suffered direct deformations on the level of flesh and blood.
The sons of Sanguinius let out a low wail, visions of the Vengeful Spirit appeared in their eyes, rage surged in their chests,

A frantic call came from the Lost Tower, and the blood-thirsty ghouls were howling for blood.

Reality is wailing, the scar across the sky is expanding, and a hellish vortex and storm is swirling from the scar, tearing the entire starry sky apart.
The Hive Mind is screaming, billions of Tyranids are screaming,
The seething power of the Warp collided with the Gestalt soul of the Tyranids, and the synaptic web of the Tyranids began to burn like a spider web on fire.

Since arriving in the galaxy, the Hive Mind has never been so seriously hurt. His will, which was born from billions of bodies and controlled billions of bodies, was cut off.

Even in a brief moment, the hive mind disappeared, and it seemed that it was swallowed by eternal darkness in the blink of an eye, but it quickly recovered, and the swarm began to establish links with billions of Tyranid creatures.

But there is no doubt that in that instant, the Tyranids tasted death.
This made Tyron roar and rage.
In the starry sky of Baal, the Zerg first connected with the Zerg Hive Fleets in the void.
In the void of the starry sky, most of the time only the soul of the Hive Mind is echoing. This is the area that He can most easily retake.
The Hive Mind screamed in anger, and the shadow spread across Baal again, resisting the scar that had swallowed up half of the galaxy.

The shadow of the Great Devourer first covered Baal Prime. He wanted to protect the remains of the angel and prevent them from being contaminated by things in the warp.

Important food should be properly protected!!

But the Hive Mind soon realized its failure.
In the Baal system, countless Tyranids are dying, their brain stems burned to ashes under the impact of the subspace torrent, many Tyranid warships turned into pieces of meat floating in the void, and many precious units were lost forever.
The prey protected by the Angel Castle Void Shield were also impacted, but they recovered faster than the Hive Mind, and the Void Shield was almost intact.
The power of Tyranids on Baal Prime is no longer able to break through the void shield.

The Hive Mind was about to control the part of the swarm that it could still control, but when it was recovering the biomass on Baal, it unexpectedly discovered.
In the orbit of the main star of Baal, all of his capillary towers were cut off.
The bloody rage of the blood god is overflowing on the broken edge
The Hive Mind was silent for a moment, and the Tyranid ships in the void began to gather towards the Hive Ship.
The body of the Tyranid bio-ship began to disintegrate in the void, turning into biomass and flowing into the hive ship.

The Norn Queen deep in the Hive Ship began to work hard, weaving a new biological unit according to the complex genetic sequence.
On the land of Baal, Angras roared with excitement.

The rift had opened, and on Khadia, far from Baal, Abaddon had finally achieved his goal.

The Great Rift opened, bringing blood to the entire galaxy. The power of the High Heaven in the Eye of Terror was released to the entire galaxy, and the grandeur of the old night era reappeared.

Since the Emperor of Mankind ascended the Golden Throne, never before had such a powerful force of the Warp wreaked havoc in the real universe. The High Heavens now had the upper hand over reality. The Astronomican on Terra began to flicker, almost as if it was about to go out.
The old night has been reborn, Cadia has fallen,

The power of the Dark Gods was released more into reality, and the Blood God's sight was able to shift from Cadia to Baal.
Angras could feel his own strength growing rapidly.

He should have fought on Baal, shedding more blood for the Blood God
However, the Librarian Dreadnought, the Marest, interfered with it, and although he did not completely banish him back to the warp, he was thrown onto Baal I, the moon of Baal.
Angras was angry, but still couldn't help but admire Marest's courage and strength.

He was a hard-to-find antagonist, and Angrath sincerely wished he could return to the Throne of the Damned, so that he might fight him again in the future.
After all, a good opponent is hard to find!
The Blood God's gaze was projected onto Angras' body. His dark wings gained strength, enough to completely escape the satellite's gravity, fly across the void between the stars, and head for the main planet of Baal.
But Angras smelled blood.
The humming of power armor and the panting of beasts could be heard all around.

Warriors wearing silver-red power armor appeared around the wilderness and surrounded Angras.

Angras noticed that they were covered in blood, some from the Zerg and some from humans.
They were roaring and looking at Angras with anger.

Angras saw the secrets they hid under their helmets
"Demon." A wild roar sounded, and the Blood Knights' commander, Yoel, stood in front of Angras and stared at it: "The running dog of the Blood God!"

Angras laughed heartily.

War! As expected, there will always be war in this galaxy!
The White Tiger Blade cut through the air like the whisper of the wind, colliding with the giant sword Saniares forged by the demon of Slaanesh.

Bang! ! !
The sound of swords clashing rang out, and a flash of lightning burst out between the two collisions.
Khan laughed out loud. Even though ten thousand years had passed, he was still the fastest.

He swung the blade deftly, spun quickly on one foot, and his cloak swept away, obscuring the direction of his blade.

"Roar!!!"

His beast brother howled, and the Khan's scimitar drew a sharp arc like a venomous snake, cutting a hideous scar on Angron's leg. Angron, the Khan's angry brother, swung the power axe and rolled up a burst of blood-coagulated fire, chopping at the Khan's head.

The Khan exclaimed in admiration, and the fire became much smaller before it touched him.
Since the Great Crusade, the Khan has discovered that he seems to have some kind of power to resist destructive psychic energy.

He is largely immune to deadly attacks, and the blasphemous evil forces in the Heavenly Road have no effect on him.
He can balance the yin and yang energies, find a balance between reality and the warp, and even the warriors who follow him will gain similar powers.

But Angron's power comes directly from the Blood God, and even the Khan is not completely immune.

Just like he was not completely immune to Mortarion's poison.
But the Khan is far stronger than he was ten thousand years ago, and he knows his own power better than ever before.

The Khan's famous swiftness again proved useful, and he easily dodged Angron's blow.
Even the hybrid of the Blood God Yaksha and the Primarch could not keep up with him.
In the blink of an eye, Angron saw a series of dazzling feints and dodges. Countless swords rushed towards him in a flash, and for a moment Angron seemed to be facing a storm of swords.

Angron's arms were scratched with bloody marks, but the strong body given to him by the Blood God blocked the sword of Chagatai Khan.
Jaghatai Khan is almost incapable of doing real damage, and he must chase a sword through a vital point to banish Angron!

The two fought on the grasslands, the grass was blown away by the wind, thunder often fell, sprinkled on Angron's body, and wind often blew, pushing the white tiger blade of the Khan.
The white tiger roars in the morning, and thunder sounds everywhere!

The storm roared, lightning flashed, and the Khan's sword was caught in a flash of lightning, slashing towards Angron's neck with an unstoppable attitude.

Angron flapped his wings and flew high, avoiding the Khan's almost fatal throat-blocking blow.

"Wings again." The Khan sneered disdainfully.

He had seen angel wings, Mortarion's moth wings, and heard that his former friend Magnus had grown scarlet and blue raven wings.
"Mortarion's are much better than yours."

The Khan's blade rose in the wind from Angron's wings.

"Yesha flies on wings, relying on the power of the gods. You are still Xumi Angron. You can fly, but you are still a slave of the Blood God."

“Only the brave can act on righteousness, and the wise can act on benevolence. They can do whatever they want without going beyond righteousness and benevolence, and thus enjoy endless freedom.”

The sharp edge of the White Tiger Blade cut through the air itself, and the Khan seemed to have crossed the distance between himself and Angron in the blink of an eye, and the blade had already pierced Angron's throat slightly.
Bang! ! !
A bloody scar cut through the entire grassland, the wild grass burned in the fire, the blue sky collapsed and disintegrated, and the torrent of the subspace rolled up this piece of space into pieces.
A hideous rift began to tear through the subspace, spreading across the entire galaxy.
The Storm Prophets who cooperated with the Khan to support the grassland let out a low whine and knelt on the ground. The scene of the Warp reappeared in front of Angron. The will of the Blood God was suddenly imposed on Angron, and his power rose steadily.

The Lord of Red Sand roared, and swept the huge sword across the Khan's chest. The Khan groaned and was knocked back.

Angron suddenly realized that he was right next to the Warp reflection of the three stars of Baal. He was almost about to reach the real universe, but was deceived by the scene woven by Chagatai Khan and his Storm Prophet.

He roared and snarled, dashing back into reality.

The Khan and the White Scars' Stormseers tried to stop him, but at this moment, streaks of scorching red fire began to fall from the distance.

Eight bloodthirsty demons with flames burning all over their bodies blocked the way of Khan and White Scar.
A large number of World Eater Berserkers also appeared beside the bloodthirsty demons.

With the Battle of Cadia over, the Blood God was able to devote more of his power to Baal.
Zhou Yun looked at the situation with a fucked up look on his face.
The winged figure in the white light suddenly told him that the Great Rift had opened. Gabriel Seth and his Flesh Tearers were almost halfway on the edge of the Black Rage.

Mephiston, the only one who knew how to unlock the complicated golden coffin, had fallen to the ground, uttering a low, needless whine.
His psychic power is so strong that he was hit the hardest by the opening of the Great Rift.

At the same time, Zhou Yun could vaguely hear that reality was wailing, the roar of wild beasts was ringing, and a subspace rift was slowly tearing open in front of him.

Zhou Yun took out the super hat without any hesitation, and came to Mephiston like a teleporter. He pressed down the mechanizer with his left hand, and grabbed Mephiston's neck with his right hand and lifted him up.
(End of this chapter)