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Chapter 462 Night Bearer: Wait a minute, shouldn't I be fighting the Great Demon?

The crisp sound of blades clashing and killing weapons snapping against each other assaulted the senses.

This was not the first time Mortarion had clashed with his brothers.

The wind and fire raged, and the world shifted between light and darkness, with distorted shadows cast by flames all around.

Mortarian could hear the howls and shouts of battle gradually fading into the distance.

Everyone knew the importance of this battle. The Plague God's reckless attacks allowed demons to occupy 90% of the battlefield on the entire planet. Led by the remaining elite of the Death Guard, they advanced and engaged in a brutal battle with the Holy Blood Angels and the mortals they led.

These horrific scenes, his own son, and those demons—the echoes of their deaths constantly tormented Mortarian, causing him to bite his parched lips until they turned to ash. The wounds had stopped bleeding, making him look like a broken piece of porcelain.

At this moment, it's inevitable that people will recall the scene from back then.

During the Siege of Terra, at the Gate of Eternity, it was the first time Mortarion truly fought a life-or-death battle with a brother.

Either you die or I die.

He still remembered how unshakeable Chagatai Khan, his brother, was on the desolate battlefield of Terra, littered with rubble, dodging and weaving through his attacks with tenacity, ruthlessness, and deadly precision.

But clearly, indulging in memories is a mistake.

Because Mortalian discovered that the roles of the past and the present had been reversed.

As the one who has been blessed by the most divine father, the Lord of Death has long since broken free from the shackles of the past and become an increasingly bizarre and terrifying being. Now, he is draped in a human-shaped cloak, his withered body stuffed into a decaying suit of armor that is about to fall apart along with his body. The armor on his body appears fragile and vulnerable under the baptism of the seraphim, as if it will collapse at any moment.

The air around him was thick with a pungent, nauseating, almost suffocating stench.

But the angel before him was even more terrifying.

Brute force surged within the Seraph's body, warp energy coursing through his veins and pulsating beneath his jade-like skin, gilding his chiseled face with a sacred gold.

Wherever he goes, reality is distorted by forces that defy the laws of nature.

Everything was being scorched, then transformed into tangible damage that swept over them. The emotions directed at him were unusually simple, far less complex than the twisted emotions still swirling in Mortalian's heart at this moment.

That was pure hatred.

The spear in his hand reflected a scene that was hellish for Mortalian: the roar of the Blood God, the radiance of the cold sun, and the vengeful claws of human souls.

And what can he, Mortarian, use to fight against all of this?
Think about how the Khan dealt with you back then, how he overcame the odds and won. Are you now as invincible and unshakeable as the Khan of yesteryear?

Mortarian's thoughts were in turmoil. Considering the current situation, a sense of shame welled up in his heart, and his blocking action slowed down by a fraction.

clang!
In that moment of hesitation, the Lord of Death flew out like a baseball being blasted, dispersing along with the dense fog of death.

wow~
Mortarian could feel himself being humiliatingly launched into the air, humiliatingly retreated, and then twisting and rolling in mid-air, fragments of his armor scattering as they penetrated his body.

It took him about three seconds to regain his balance.

The power of death spread out, and once again, his power was trapped within the enveloping flames.

His body was decaying, and his mind was becoming increasingly shaky with the death of his offspring.

enough?

Far from enough.

He was facing hatred, a hatred unlike anything he had ever faced before.

clang!
The scythe handle stood taut in silence as Mortarian watched the angel grow increasingly silent as the battle progressed.

Instead, a terrifying roar, a battle cry, filled the air.

But for Mortalian, this was no different from before; the changes in the angels merely made him more aware of the current situation.

From the start of the conversation, the other party's words were all about how to kill him more easily and quickly. Having witnessed Mortarion's actions firsthand, the Seraph had long been disappointed by these 'traitors' abandoning everything.

Now, his hatred is as boundless as the universe, for too many people have died in Great Alteramar—his Blood Angel warriors, the soldiers responsible for planetary defense, the factory workers, and the farmers toiling in the fields.
A powerful surge of energy erupted from Karna's body, forming a rolling tornado. Karna gripped one side of Mortarion's skull with one hand, and the Crimson Spear clashed with Silence.

In Mortalian's bulging eyes, an overwhelming sense of pressure, like a landslide or a tsunami, rushed towards him.

They were all devoured by the monster before them, becoming nourishment for him, or for his master's ambitions.

The deaths of these people should all be attributed to him.

The angel before them was so terrifying to the enemy.

He possessed a fury as deep as the sea of ​​blood, which was poured into every slash and thrust of his spear. He was driven by an urgent thirst for revenge, which permeated his limbs, enabling him to attack the Lord of Death with the force of a tsunami, turning the impossible into the possible with overwhelming power.

Boom!

The two collided with a loud crash, and the rocks beneath their feet shattered.

The crimson spear clashed with the silent giant scythe, and the entangled forces triggered a violent explosion.

They grappled and fought, testing each other's strength and balance, feeling the vibrations of their weapons, and probing the limits of each other's endurance.

They fought back and forth, faster and fiercer with each blow. The rumbling sounds from the lower battlefield echoed all around, a seemingly endless mix of screams and explosions, demonic cries and Space Marine roars.

This scene is worthy of being recorded in any myth or legend.

The solid flames collided with the fluffy fog, and then the fog was dispersed.

Mortarian was the first to retreat.

The offensive intensified, moving with lightning speed, each strike combining extreme power and precision. Mortarion's speed became increasingly astonishing; the sluggishness his father had once bestowed upon him had been replaced by an unsettling, eerie keenness, allowing him to perceive more clearly how to make himself even more lethal.

The giant scythe swept across, emitting an eerie hissing sound, and just as the angel barely managed to parry the blade, it tore through the air itself.

This was a collision of metals forged in the subspace, the impact of which was enough to destroy flesh and shatter souls. Even the seraphim showed countless scratches, revealing the flesh beneath.

Even though both sides were getting stronger, Mortarian always felt that something was missing.

It's like a system that should be running smoothly is missing a part, which is the computing power that can support higher-level nodes, but in the material universe, something is ultimately missing.

"Mortarion!"

Before he could think any further, Karna charged forward again, swinging his spear in an arc before bringing his right arm down heavily.

"You deserve to die."

"If you knew what I am now."

Seeing the wounds all over his body stop bleeding and scab over quickly, Mortarian's eyes twitched and he shouted, "You'll know the truth, brother, I'll never die again."

A gray mist, a symbol of death, billowed out, and no living thing could survive in the area within hundreds of kilometers of them.

"I know."

Boom!

A heavy stab evaporated the pervasive gray mist and swiftly slammed into Mortalian's face.

Karna murmured, revealing the greatest contempt of his life: "I hope so."

Motalian persevered.

Past encounters are no longer relevant. Back then, there were many factors at play, and the brothers were still unsure about their own strength. Victory or defeat was uncertain, and even if they failed, they could start over.

But now everything has changed drastically.

He could clearly feel that this was not his home ground; Karna controlled everything here, and he was merely an extension of a greater being who had invaded this place.

This is the limitation of a great demon.

It is incomplete, lacks its own domain, and relies entirely on its master's charity for power. Its ecological niche is inherently inferior, and it cannot act as a complete individual. Its abilities are vastly different from those of other beings in the material universe who possess their own thrones.
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This is why the Nightbringers are confident they can stop Lion.

The Night Bearer is moving at high speed through space, leaving the stars in its wake.

The Star Gods can distort the laws of physics to a certain extent, allowing them to move at faster-than-light speeds. However, this speed is not as fast as that of the Net Path, but it has the advantage of freedom.

As an ancient star god, its understanding of warp creation far surpasses that of these younger races who still wield psionic power in a crude manner and cannot even discern the characteristics of warp creatures.

Although the galactic situation is currently in a state of chaos, with five unprecedented monsters appearing in the warp, none of this matters in the eyes of a star god who caused this chaotic situation.

The Nightbringer looked at the struggling Nurgle in his palm.

An extension of a warp god, it is essentially shaped by pure and extreme warp energy. It is very different from a god, the biggest difference being its incompleteness. It is at most a single cell, which makes it powerless against equally incomplete star gods.

They are only fit to be eaten.

The Nightbringer opened its massive maw, and its living, metal-constructed body swallowed it whole.

The Nurgle demon howled as it entered the Stargod fragment, then disintegrated amidst the fragment's blissful sensation. Whoosh~
Having done all this, the Nightbringer let out a long breath, the exhilarating sensation that captivated the Star God spreading throughout his body as the Great Demon was digested.

This doesn't involve any enhancement of power. Star Gods are essentially the embodiment of physical laws. Apart from the method of strengthening themselves by collecting fragments to become whole, the only other way to temporarily increase their combat power is by absorbing the energy of stars.

Absorbing souls is purely a matter of enjoying ice skating.

Although the Fraudster was a liar who caused infighting and cannibalism among the Star Gods, ultimately becoming the catalyst for the end of their rule, he at least provided his fellow Star Gods with a good meal.

After a brief experience, the Night Embracer observed the stars and reconfirmed their location.

In its view, the universe is not bad now.

Although its own weakening and the existence of space necromancy have increased the danger of its activities in the galaxy, the increasingly blurred boundary between reality and the warp has also made delicious souls exceptionally plentiful, especially these great demons, which are top-notch in terms of both size and taste.

The Night Embraceers are moving faster and faster.

Without those troublesome ancient saints, all that's needed is for it to find its scythe, and this Milky Way will be its hunting ground for free rein.

To fight him, aside from the forbidden techniques inherited from the Star Gods by the Space Necromancers, which are now of unknown use, these inferior beings who are highly dependent on the power of the Warp would first need to prepare a complete set of Warp artifacts, material world life forms that are highly bound to them, and sufficient sacrifices.

And most importantly—

A subspace deity in charge of the main attack.
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"This is the sword that Kane left over from when he besieged the Nightbringers."

The forest, the boundless forest, is where the clever and resourceful Xiao Shenqiao is meeting with his colleagues.

He carried a huge sack, looking travel-worn, and curiously surveyed the area. Upon seeing Ramses and Ryan waiting there, he quickly waved a greeting with one hand before stepping forward and tossing the sack to the ground.

As he moved, these mythical weapons, forged by Val, the Eldar god of forging, and residing in the realm of legend, revealed a mesmerizing luster as they slid down the edge of the sack.

Several intense gazes immediately fell upon the graceful sword blade.

This is a weapon forged by the gods, and even warriors of different races are drawn to it.

No wonder Forgrim always carried the stabbing sword he had seized from the stabbing alien.

"These are the thirteen companions and guards personally selected by the Lion King."

Ramses pointed to a group of dark angels in the forest whose eyes were practically glued to the view.

I just got it from Old Man Huang; Ryan picked it out himself.

"These are the offerings that the Great Demon paid for."

Ramses threw out another handful of Soul Stones.

The prophets and clowns around immediately accepted the document with great care and began to peruse the ancient texts in preparation for the ceremony.

He then scooped Ryan up and introduced him to Chocobo.

"This is Ryan, the head of the Imperial Family."

When Ryan returned, he still looked a bit disheveled, with many bruises on his face, as if he had fought a big battle with an evenly matched opponent, and he also looked like he was in the wrong.

Ramses shrugged when his gaze met Ryan's and he saw the other man instinctively look away, as if he couldn't bear to say anything.

"Understood! Human War God."

Seeing Ryan's sour face, Chogoki immediately realized the key factor.

The monsters raised by the emperor have finally realized their true nature.

The thought that he might be able to build another Pantheon in the subspace and join those four avatars made Qiao Gaoqi very happy, and he quickly came over.

"The Ryan Brothers."

The Clown God slapped Ryan's shoulder armor.

"Don't worry, brother, I have plenty of experience dealing with Star Gods. This time, I'll definitely make them submit!"

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Ryan glanced at Ramses.

It means to ask for help.

He had read the file on the God of Laughter and knew that everyone wanted to recruit the Spirit Clan to form a human empire for political reasons, but out of instinctive skepticism, he still hoped to gain the affirmation of his brothers.

Secondly, cooperating with alien gods is still too awkward.

Ryan quickly shrugged, dodging the Laughing God's hand, and looked around—

The clown, Eldar prophet, demon engine, is a robed dwarf instructing the Caliban natives on assembling a demon engine using demons.
As Ryan looked at all this, his eyelids twitched, and he felt that his loyalty was getting further and further away from him.

"Really, and don't be fooled by his self-introduction which says he's useless; the Eldar's greatest victory against the Star God came from him."

Ramses waved his hand, secretly thinking that the resurrection was indeed not so simple, as he sorted through the information about the application of the power of death that Qiao Gaoqi had found in the Black Library during this period.

Compared to Kane's ritual, which resulted in the deaths of a bunch of Eldar and ultimately just the destruction of the Nightbringers' physical bodies, with the greatest achievement being the loss of the Nightbringers' scythes, Laughing God, the Eldar's best jester, killed four Star Gods in one go.

The outermost Star God, and the three weaker Star Gods devoured by the outermost Star God.

That's incredible. During the War of Heaven, when the most useful gods of the Spirit Race were at their peak, the most useful god was the Clown God.

Ramses always felt that the existence of the Laughing God was the Eldar's most successful creation, too successful to be true, too ridiculous.

"Of course, don't count on fighting. Skillful and ingenious techniques are utterly useless."

Noticing Chogochi's increasingly arrogant expression, Ramses added another sentence.

After truly getting to know Chogochi, he was finally demystified. This guy might not even be as good as Vashtor in a real fight. He had never had any fighting records before, and his mysterious style made everyone mistakenly think that he was very strong. Now that he was a partner, they realized that this guy was nothing but fraud.

Even fraud has little to do with authority; this guy's authority is more about performance, and deceiving people is purely a matter of personal ability.

It's true that as long as you don't show your skills, people won't realize how bad you are.

"It's completely useless!"

Chogochi didn't care at all about Ramses's 'belittling' and remained all smiles.

The real disaster would be when he becomes useful again. This kind of tough guy is responsible for defeating the opponent, while he does his job of cheering and supporting the team. That's the kind of life a cultural worker should have.

"This round depends on you, boss!"

Then he moved closer, grabbed Ryan, and shouted like Ramses.

"Let me tell you, these Nightbringers, oh, I even have some combat footage from back then—"

Halfway through his sentence, Qiao Gaoqi pointed out a maverick clown from the group of clowns he had brought and gave him instructions.

"Hey you, Hilandri, come here. Let the theater troupe set up their repertoire of 'Kane vs. Nightbringers.' Hey, let's watch and talk."

Seeing that their leader was no longer being abstract, many of the clowns obediently followed orders and started working.

The performances of the clown troupe are different from ordinary performances in human perception. They can perfectly replicate the impact of that period in history through their performances, even including the emotions and power of the individuals. It can be said that at that moment, the clown becomes that individual in history. This is why the one who plays Slaanesh is basically doomed.

With the help of the theater troupe's review, you can not only gain a full understanding of that period of history, but you can also analyze the characteristics and weaknesses of your opponents and apply them to future battles.

The God of Laughter initially put together these plays to make the Spirit Clan wary of history, but the Spirit Clan at the time were only interested in having fun. Seeing this novel performance, they even wanted to go on stage and have some fun with the clowns who had become their ancestors.

Even the clown, who felt offended, was happily chopped into minced meat.

It's completely hopeless.

"It's a pity that I wasn't capable enough to protect the souls of the Spirit Race who participated in the war back then. Otherwise, I could have brought them here to provide on-site guidance to everyone."

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Fine.

Despite his reluctance, Ryan reluctantly accepted Chocoqi's invitation after a warm invitation from Chocoqi.

Well, I've seen the Demon Engine and the Emperor's Manifestation, so the Eldar aliens aren't anything special.

　P.S.: Characters appearing in the story

　　Karna and Mortarion: Through their confrontation, the fundamental differences between them are revealed, showcasing the nature of their respective powers and the overall situation of the battle.

　　Nightbringers: Revealing the Star God's views on the universe, his attitude towards life in the real universe, and methods to deal with the Star God.
　　Laughing God, Ramses, and Lane: are preparing measures to deal with the Nightbringers, explaining Laughing God's combat power and the chemical reaction that occurs after the Eldar and humans merge.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)