My Desperate Journey in 40k

Wang Ming looked at the blade of the magic sword in front of him, and he knew that he had nowhere to hide. Wang Ming was not afraid of death, but looking at Abaddon's current state, he was worried that after being killed by Abaddon, his soul would be taken away like before, and he would be toyed with by those damned subspace bastards.

"What should I do? What should I do? Am I going to be killed just like this?"

Wang Ming's brain was thinking rapidly. He was thinking about his various abilities, the power of the Primarch, the golden flame of the essence of the warp, the system...

"Golden flame..."

Wang Ming suddenly thought of a solution. He thought of his own golden flame.

"drink!!!"

Wang Ming roared, and golden flames exploded with him as the center, like the shock wave of an explosion. In an instant, Abaddon was blown away by the explosive golden flames.

"call……"

After dodging the knife, Wang Ming stepped forward and rushed towards the flying Abaddon, intending to cut Abaddon in half in the air.

"Zizzizi..."

Just when Wang Ming was about to kill Abaddon, a strange psychic light suddenly appeared on Abaddon. Abaddon once again used the power of the Supreme God to teleport, and Abaddon disappeared in front of Wang Ming.

"**** Abaddon!!!"

Wang Ming cursed as he watched Abaddon disappear, then without thinking, he stretched out "Eternity" to block behind himself. He knew where Abaddon would most likely appear.

"Clap!"

A huge force came from "Eternity". Wang Ming knew that he had blocked Abaddon's attack. He turned around quickly and pushed "Eternity" forward with force in his hand. Wang Ming pushed Abaddon's weapon away and prepared to continue attacking Abaddon.

"Pfft!"

Wang Ming suddenly felt a pain in his waist. He looked at his waist and saw that the tip of the sword had pierced his body. Red blood beads like rubies were dripping from the tip of the sword. Wang Ming turned his head in shock and saw Abaddon's distorted and laughing face.

"What the hell..."

Wang Ming still underestimated Abaddon who was blessed by the four gods. He endured the great pain and turned around, wanting to kill Abaddon before he launched the next attack, but Abaddon's movements were faster. The blessing of the gods gave it the power to fight the Primarch. Its Horus Claw grabbed Wang Ming's head. Abaddon grabbed Wang Ming's head with one claw. Feeling Wang Ming's head being caught by it, it let out a victorious laugh. As the force field on the Horus Claw was activated, Wang Ming's head instantly turned into pieces.

Wang Ming's body collapsed. Abaddon looked at Wang Ming's "corpse" and laughed. It killed a Primarch and killed a Primarch as a Chaos Space Marine.

"Hahaha……"

Abaddon laughed arrogantly. He looked at Wang Ming's body and raised the Claw of Horus high. After thousands of years, the Claw of Horus was stained with the blood of the demigod again.

"Kill it!!!"

Suddenly, Abaddon heard a huge roar. He turned around and saw that all the traversers on the battle line had rushed out of their positions. They rushed towards Abaddon waving various weapons. There was madness in their eyes and meaningless roars from their mouths. They were furious because of the death of their Primarch.

They now had only one thought in their minds, to kill the Chaos bastard who had killed their Primarch. No matter what the cost, no matter how much pain they had to endure, they would kill the damn bastard in front of them and would not stop until they had torn it into pieces and chopped it into meat paste.

"come on!"

Abaddon was obviously furious because of killing Wang Ming. Facing the 10,000 time travelers from the entire Hyporia Hive, he had no fear at all. He raised his magic sword high and faced the time travelers. He would kill all the Astartes here by himself.

The time travelers rushed towards Abaddon like a zombie siege, and surrounded Abaddon in an instant. They looked no less fierce than the students rushing to the cafeteria after class. They had power weapons, chainsaw weapons, explosive bombs, plasma, thermal melt, lasers, and even large fixed weapons. The time travelers had used all their means. If the ship's artificial intelligence had not tried desperately to stop them, they would have even wanted to drive the battleship down and hit Abaddon to death.

"Click!"

The magic sword chopped into pieces the first row of time travelers who rushed towards it. Abaddon roared, retracted the magic sword, and swung the Claw of Horus again. The sharp claws scratched the bodies of the time travelers, killing another group of time travelers. With the help of the power of the Chaos God, just like a Primarch facing an ordinary Astartes, Abaddon continued to kill the time travelers. Various hot weapons were also blocked by a layer of shield. For the first time, Abaddon felt so powerful. He even had the idea of ​​going to Terra to tear the false emperor off the Golden Throne.

"This is where?"

Wang Ming stood up on a wasteland. He looked at the surrounding environment, his head full of doubts. It was a strange wasteland that Wang Ming had never seen before after his death. He looked at the scene on the wasteland and felt creepy. Countless corpses covered the wasteland, and it seemed endless as far as the eye could see to the end of the horizon.

These corpses were of all kinds, with clothing and faces from all eras mixed in among them. The only thing that was the same was their species: they were all human. The corpses all over the ground were of the human species, from the ancient tribal era when humans were still uncivilized to the present, 40,000 years later. Mortals, Astartes, and all kinds of weird genetically modified humans were among these corpses. Their eyes were all open, and there was no confusion after death in these eyes. On the contrary, they seemed to be alive, with clarity in their eyes.

Wang Ming walked on the wasteland, and he was surprised to find that his body had changed. He was no longer a genetic original, but just a mortal, just like he was before he traveled through time, a mortal who was weakened by the company's 996 work, an ordinary person who had adapted to the fragility of city life.

The moment he moved, the eyes of all the corpses in the wilderness turned to him. Wang Ming could clearly see their eyes. It was a kind of scrutiny. Wang Ming didn't know what they were scrutinizing him about. It was the first time for him to be stared at by so many eyes. He felt suffocated, as if countless people were expecting something from him, and countless people's hopes and destinies were placed in his hands alone.

Pressure, pressure that was incomparable to anything else, this pressure appeared in Wang Ming's heart. He unconsciously wanted to kneel down and become one of the countless corpses in the wilderness to free himself from this pressure.

"Death, revenge, kill them, be free..."

Suddenly, a rustling sound appeared in Wang Ming's mind. He knew that the owners of those voices were the corpses on the ground. They were talking to him and expressing their expectations to him.

"No..., I'm not qualified..."

Wang Ming knelt on the ground and buried his head in the ground. Almost subconsciously, Wang Ming answered them that he thought he was not qualified, he was not qualified to fulfill their expectations. He was just an ordinary person now, not the Primarch, he was not even an Astartes, not even a soldier. He did not understand why these humans would place their expectations on him.

The rustling sound continued and did not stop because of Wang Ming's answer. This almost drove this ordinary Wang Ming crazy. His intention gradually faded away. He didn't want to hear these words that could drive him crazy anymore.

Without the Emperor's rescue, no one will come to help Wang Ming now. This problem can only be solved by himself.

"stand up!"

Suddenly, a loud roar appeared in Wang Ming's consciousness which was about to disappear. It was a roar made by his own voice. This roar drowned out all other sounds and resounded in his mind.

"what?"

Wang Ming opened his eyes indifferently. He didn't know who was talking to him.

"Stand up! Move forward!"

The voice appeared again, resounding in Wang Ming's mind like thunder.

"Stand up..."

Wang Ming stood up subconsciously. The process was a bit difficult. Wang Ming did not have much strength left. He stood up shakily and looked indifferently at the distant horizon. Corpses were scattered around him and countless pairs of scrutinizing eyes were staring at him. Amid these gazes, he finally took a slow step forward.

315. Chapter 312: The Courage to Face the Gods

315.

"pat..."

Wang Ming stepped down and heard a sound of water. He looked towards the ground in confusion, only to see red blood in the cracks between the corpses on the ground. Wang Ming now realized that he was standing in a sea of ​​blood and the corpses were also floating in the sea of ​​blood.

"A mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood..."

These four words appeared in Wang Ming's mind: this is truly a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

"Move forward!"

The voice in his head urged Wang Ming to move forward.

"Clap! Clap!"

Wang Ming walked laboriously among the mountains of corpses and sea of ​​blood. He walked past the corpses one by one, and they were all looking at him. His body was covered in blood, and he had turned into a red human-shaped object.

"Move forward!"

Listening to the voice in his mind, Wang Ming gradually regained his strength. His steps gradually became larger and his speed gradually became faster. His pace changed from a toddling step to a crazy run. His eyes also changed from a weak ordinary person to that powerful gene progenitor again. He ran through the sea of ​​corpses and blood of human beings, just like the ancestors of mankind in ancient times, like a primitive man. He had no clothes, no language, no ideas. He was just running, just running forward.

He didn't know what was ahead, nor did he know where he was going. He just knew that he had to go forward, and he could only go forward. There was no reason, he just had to move forward.

"Clap clap clap..."

In the silent sea of ​​corpses and blood, the only sound was Wang Ming's running. Each of his steps created a wave of blood. Countless corpses rose and fell in the surging sea of ​​blood. Although they were moving, their eyes were still staring at Wang Ming.

Wang Ming walked for an unknown amount of time. A day? A month? A year? A hundred years? A thousand years? Ten thousand years? Time was no longer important here. Wang Ming just kept moving forward and running.

"pat..."

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Ming finally stopped. He looked at the scene in front of him, as if he saw the most desperate thing in the world. There were four huge shadows floating above the wasteland. When Wang Ming arrived here, they all looked at Wang Ming.

Wang Ming looked at the four huge figures. He couldn't see their appearance clearly. He felt a huge fear, as if the four figures in front of him were the most evil things in the world. Wang Ming's body kept shaking in fear, immense fear, fear of facing gods.

"pick up!"

Just as Wang Ming began to feel fear, the voice appeared again. His roar resounded through Wang Ming's mind. The voice was exactly the same as Wang Ming's own voice.

"Pick up what?"

Wang Ming listened to the voice and looked at the corpse beside him. He didn't know what the voice asked him to pick up.

"Take up the weapon in front of you!"

The voice yelled at Wang Ming, and Wang Ming reacted immediately. He looked in front of him, and saw a corpse in front of him with both hands raised high, as if offering a treasure. A long knife lay quietly in its hand. The long knife was "Eternity". The huge long knife looked very inconsistent with the corpse's mortal-sized arm. Wang Ming didn't know how it supported the weight of "Eternity".

But Wang Ming didn't care about that. Wang Ming pounced on the long sword as if he had seen a life-saving straw. He wanted to use his mortal body to pick up this huge sword, which was quite loud even for an Astartes.

"Take it up! Take it up! Pick up the weapons! Kill them!"

Wang Ming listened to the voice in his head, his eyes gradually became fierce, and his body began to change after his mentality changed, just like the first time he was transformed by the system. Wang Ming's body continued to expand and gradually turned into a four-meter-and-five-meter-tall demigod.

He finally grasped the hilt of "Eternal" and Wang Ming held "Eternal" high. He pointed the tip of the knife directly at the four figures.

He is like a fool, a fool who challenges God. His behavior is very stupid. How can human beings fight against God?

But Wang Ming didn't care about so much. His mind was almost crazy, and his behavior became very simple. He roared "Eternal" and he wanted to kill the four figures in front of him, even though they were extremely powerful, even though he was a god of the subspace.

"Hey hey hey..."

A burst of laughter resounded across the wasteland, as if it was some kind of mockery, the four supreme beings were laughing at the foolishness of mortals who dared to raise their weapons against the gods.

Wang Ming looked at the four figures in front of him. Suddenly, a large number of twisted objects appeared under the feet of the four blurry figures. Wang Ming recognized those things. They were demons in the subspace. Wang Ming also knew the identities of the four figures: the god of chaos and four damn bastards.

"kill!!!"

Wang Ming roared, and this roar seemed to tear his throat open, and it seemed to give him endless power. Wang Ming roared and prepared to rush forward to fight those twisted things. He would chop them into pieces, mince them into meat, and use the human karma fire to burn their bodies and burn their essence. He would become their demon...

"Crash..."

A sound of water was heard, and Wang Ming subconsciously looked back, only to see that countless corpses had stood up on the sea of ​​blood and corpses, holding weapons that matched their identities in their hands.

Primitive stone spears, metal weapons, gunpowder weapons, laser weapons, explosive weapons, all kinds of weapons from all ages, and all kinds of humans stood up. They looked at Wang Ming like soldiers going to war.

Wang Ming also looked at them, and he found that their eyes had changed. The previous scrutiny turned into recognition. They looked at Wang Ming with their weapons in hand and laughed. Countless weapons were raised and pointed at the four supreme beings together with "Eternity".

All the corpses on the wasteland stood up. They had no heartbeat, no body temperature, and some even had fatal wounds. But they still stood up. They stood with the son of the Lord of Mankind holding weapons, facing the chaotic evil demon in front of them.

"kill!!!"

The sound of killing shook the heavens and the earth, and the humans on the wasteland roared. They pointed their weapons at the gods. Gods, humans, and demons were all face to face at this moment.

"kill!"

When Wang Ming heard the earth-shaking roar of killing, he roared, raised "Eternity" and rushed towards the demon army. The humans behind him also followed his steps and rushed towards the demons.

"Roar!!!"

The demon army also roared and rushed towards the humans. Humans and demon army were entangled with each other. Broken limbs flew all over the sky. There were demons and humans. However, every time a human was torn into pieces by demons, several humans would crawl out of the sea of ​​blood. They joined the battle in silence. Wang Ming didn't even pay attention to them.

What was strange was that the clothes these people were wearing were all from the era of the Human Empire. There were Astra Militarum, Planetary Defense Forces, and even gangs from various worlds at war. They all joined the battle silently.