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Chapter 989 343. Hole Destruction (5, 3.3k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 989 343. Hole Destruction (5, 3.3k)

Tzeentch weakly resisted the god and grabbed his arm. His power was burned out the first moment the god was born. In the ocean of chaos, his demon was screaming.

"That's it." He screamed with joy. "What an interesting picture, a free soul who willingly became a human slave."

The ancient evil god laughed wildly, and at the last moment of his life was still delighted by the scene he saw. He fulfilled the reason for his birth and was delighted by the changes in the world.

But the newly born god just clenched his hand indifferently. His power is immeasurable, and to the evil gods, it seems that they have encountered a natural enemy.

The star torch was burning fiercely, and the huge spiritual energy stored for ten thousand years was rapidly pouring into his body, adding bricks and tiles to the unborn godhead, and continuing to gain strength for what he was about to do.

The black robe was floating, but the corners of the clothes that had been solid in the past now seemed to be ignited, with traces of burning appearing, and dark light spots escaping in the air.

Three seconds later, He let go of his hand, and the supreme sky roared, shaking at the death of an evil god.

The balance that has lasted for hundreds of thousands of years in the Milky Way has been completely broken from today. The seat of the gods is vacant, but the power represented by the Lord of Changes still exists. Perhaps tens of thousands of years later, a new one,

The god who represents change will be born again.

But that's not what's happening now.

The black-robed god turned his head. He had no memories or emotions to speak of. There was only one goal burning fiercely and vigorously in his mind.

Any living thing has its own instincts at the first moment of its birth. The cub will crave the milk from its mother, and the evil being will eagerly desire murder.

But what does He want?

The answer is actually very simple.

He raised his hand, and the illusory flames flashed away. The indescribable huge power came directly at this moment, affecting his instincts - the talent left by the previous owner of this body began to work again at this moment.

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"Cross the border." He commanded coldly, without any emotion in his voice. "I need more power."

A blue light flashed and he disappeared.

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"Seeing Horus standing on top giving orders in such a familiar way, I really felt a sense of familiarity that came from nowhere."

Konrad Curze showed a slightly dangerous smile, and his words made all the primarchs cast disapproving looks. Corax even calmly moved the chair slightly away from him.

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Naturally, his words did not escape the ears of Horus.

The former war commander let out a long sigh and covered his forehead helplessly: "Okay, I admit that sinners should indeed be nailed to the pillar of shame and despised by everyone - but you can do this later.

Something, Conrad?"

He pointed to the star map behind him.

"As you can see, we still need to deal with a lot of things." Shepherd God said numbly.

"Ignore him, Horus."

Sanguinius comforted him: "Continue your work, we all agree."

"I never agreed."

Rogal Dorn said this as he sat in the seat closest to Horus, fully armed.

He said in a calm tone: "I don't think it is a good thing for Horus to take over the responsibilities of commander-in-chief."

"I'm sorry, Roger, don't start at this time -"

Sanguinius's words were mercilessly interrupted by Dorn. He frowned and asked rather dissatisfied: "Start with what? What do you want to say, Sanguinius?"

The archangel was choked and could not utter a word. However, Donne gave a quite legitimate reason for his objection next.

"I have no intention of questioning his current state. Anyone with eyes can see that he is our brother Horus, not that 'Horus'. He speaks very clearly, doesn't he? But, he

How long has it been since you did this?"

Donne's words were straightforward, without any disguise or metaphor. He simply stated his thoughts simply and clearly.

And, there's more.

"Considering the scale of the Vengeance Crusade, I don't think it would be a good thing to have him serve as commander in chief at this time - no offense, Horus, but the position of Warmaster is no longer available in the Empire."

Horus smiled bitterly and said nothing.

"Let the meeting continue, okay? We'll talk about other things later." Angron asked with a frown.

Chagatai Khan, who was sitting on the left side of the long table, suggested: "Perhaps, he really has dulled his perception as you said. This is normal. No matter how good the knife is, it will be rusted if it is trapped in the sheath for a long time.

Corroded. However, it only needs to be polished for a moment before it can shine again."

He turned his head, looked at Horus, and said in a deep voice: "It only takes a few commands to see whether he is rusty or not, Rogge. Please trust me."

Horus returned a grateful smile.

The Lord of Red Sand sighed: "Please - continue the trouble."

"I have no objection." Dorn nodded, still without any personal emotion in his tone. "The suggestions you made are very appropriate, Jaghatai, you convinced me."

"Okay, then-"

Horus couldn't finish what he said, but this time it was no longer the interruption, but the sudden darkness of the light.

Sitting at the end of the long table, Leman Russ, who was unusually silent, pursed his lips and patted his arm uneasily. On the other side, Konrad Coze, who had been paying attention to him for a long time, was sitting opposite him.

Sanguinius exchanged glances.

Darkness cannot, of course, prevent the Primarchs from communicating, but it can bring about many things.

"Center?" Robert Guilliman asked seriously. "What happened? Why did the lights go out?"

The center didn't answer.

Without hesitation, the Lord of Ultramar stood up, his eyes lit up with a light blue light. This time, he skillfully injected his magic power into the central energy supply circle. However, except for the light above his head,

Apart from the blue light, he got no response.

"Center?"

Guilliman asked again, already making several complicated gestures to his brothers.

The primarchs all stood up silently, and Dorn even drew out his weapon and threw a short knife to Vulkan. The Lord of Fire Dragon calmly moved his broad back, like a mountain.

An alarming amount of heat radiated from his body.

Finally, after a few seconds, a small, almost indistinct sound came from above their heads. And from that sound, Robert Guilliman was sure that he heard fear.

The hub quickly said: "The underlying protocol has been changed. The vital signs of the creator and the highest authority holder have disappeared. No, it has changed. He has become a god and the change has been successful. The highest authority holder of the Revenge has been changed. Please be prepared."

"

Hearing this news, Magnus almost fell down - just yesterday, Leman Russ, who was so taciturn that he seemed to have lost his mind, knocked on his door late at night and handed him some books.

Magnus was of course famous for his love of books, especially when it came to the captain. He spent one night reading one of them, and the name of that book was "The Road to God"

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"Magnus?"

It was Jaghatai again, his eyes shining in the darkness. He grabbed his brother's arm and asked urgently: "Do you know anything?"

Once in contact, the Chogorian noticed that his brother's muscles were trembling. Needless to say, emotions like a landslide and tsunami immediately hit his heart.

".He has become a god."

Magnus could almost feel his teeth colliding with each other, his limbs and bones becoming cold, and something replacing his blood flowing in his veins.

He spoke tremblingly.

"Ascension to the gods is an almost irreversible process. Gods can be roughly divided into two types: gods of belief and gods of rules. The former is changed by beliefs, and the latter is governed by rules. Gods that can truly be called people's imagination do not exist at all.

Because beings that are so powerful don’t even bother to call themselves gods. He—he”

"What's wrong with him?" Corus Corax asked calmly. "Say it, Magnus."

"I'm afraid he is no longer the person you know."

A hoarse voice sounded in the corner of the room. Facing the sight of the primarchs, Mortarion slowly raised the dagger in his hand. The seven runes that had been permanently bright were all extinguished at this moment. Those runes even

Begin to distort and deform.

Robert Guilliman's pupils shrank sharply, and his three steps turned into two steps, and he quickly approached. Mortarion also cooperated and showed him the dagger to facilitate his observation.

Thirty seconds later, Robert Guilliman, whose throat was as dry as if he had swallowed a whole blade and cut his throat, uttered a declaration.

"The runes have been changed. The original meaning has disappeared."

"Stop being so pretentious, Robert," Sanguinius urged solemnly. "Tell us, what happened?"

Robert Guilliman took a deep breath, turned around slowly, faced his brothers and uttered a sentence: "That knife was created by the teacher before, but now, it has been changed. This means

"Look, the teacher is already"

"What?" Sanguinius demanded.

"He has become someone we don't even know, as Mortarion said, no, God." Robert Guilliman looked away and replied bitterly.

"maybe."

Phoenix, who had remained silent since the beginning of the meeting, spoke up. His noble face looked a little pale under the light blue light, but that was definitely not his intention.

He said firmly: "Maybe he really became a god, but we can still find out the truth with our own courage. Center, can you still sail?"

"The energy is recovering, and the underlying protocol was overwritten, causing me to restart." The hub replied dully. "It will take thirteen minutes."

"Very well, now that he has returned to our world, can you track his location?"

"I can only feel a vague sense of Him."

"It's him." Fulgrim emphasized. "Don't call it that until you witness it with your own eyes. Notify everyone on the ship to prepare. The Revenge will set off immediately. We will find our captain."

Konrad Kurtz silently stared at Leman Russ, who was still unaware of his gaze, and his previous keen perception had completely lost its effect at this moment. The Lord of the Night saw the Fenrisian's right hand

is trembling.

He narrowed his eyes and silently whispered in the darkness to another brother who also had the ability to predict.

+It seems that your nightmare and mine are not wrong.+

The angel of Baal lowered his head and was speechless. Thirteen minutes later, the Vengeance set sail again in the Ultramar star field, heading straight towards Holy Terra.

This time, it's not for killing.

Card is so ecstatic.

I saw your comments. One reader said that my writing was too Riddler. This is true. I admit it, I thought so when I read it but couldn't change it. It's very annoying.

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