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Chapter 493 Seed of Destruction
Magnus cooperated with Yifeng and held back briefly, uh, held it back.
The emperor's body shook, subspace rifts appeared, the stasis above was being lifted, and the remaining space-time stasis particles were being destroyed at an alarming rate.
The current emperor is like an unlucky old man who has been constipated for hundreds of years, and suddenly finds that he has a bad stomach, and diarrhea and constipation appear together.
While Magnus was holding it in, the Emperor was about to explode.
In Yifeng's short access time of 0.001 seconds, the emperor had already accumulated terrifying power of faith, which fiercely poured into Yifeng's body the moment Magnus opened it.
For a moment, Yifeng felt that he was on the holy land of the national religion, surrounded by bells ringing, music and dancing, huge Gothic-style churches rising from the ground, one by one beside him, and thousands of people kneeling around him. Priests, Sisters of Battle, Gray Knights...
It was the most gorgeous scene in the human empire. Yifeng felt like he was an emperor statue hundreds of feet high. Various sacred symbols appeared one by one on the side, including various styles of imperial sky eagles, golden, silver, Purple, the eagle emblem used by high and low positions is different.
The call makes your head swell, and you continue to recite a name, like the whisper of an evil god, but this time it is the believers whispering to the "god", constantly urging him to become a god.
The surrounding environment is constantly changing. Sometimes the gorgeous and noble church will overlap with the ruins. The scene of the battle nun in cool clothes kneeling in her "boudoir" will be the same as the star realm chanting "Emperor's Blessing" on the battlefield. The military and political commissars overlapped.
More and more light poured into Yifeng's brain like a revolving lantern. He was like a filter, completely filtering the faith contained in the spiritual energy, and then letting the warriors behind simply bear the oppression of the spiritual energy.
The power of faith transferred was so terrifying that Yifeng felt that the best person to sit here should be Rogal Dorn himself.
Caul's equipment was connected in an instant. In an instant, the polarity of the Blackstone Spire was reversed, and the entire webway was filled with anti-psionic power.
The breach in the subspace network, which was like a fountain with absolutely destructive power, stopped spraying at this moment, and the anti-psionic power flowed thickly on the surface of the breach, making it look like an ice cream cone filled with daddy. .....And it flows slightly like melted ice cream.
The scattered demons gathered again, almost subconsciously wanting to stay away from this place.
"Hahaha, attack! Attack!" The Blood God laughed wildly and ordered the army of vampires to attack. The great demon of Khorne flapped its wings and flew into the webway like a meteor.
Slaanesh followed closely behind, using his speed advantage to fly into the breach in the webway. All evil gods had the same will when it came to breaking through the webway.
Nurgle Tzeentch has also joined the battlefield, and the daemon engines made by Vashtor are roaring towards the Blackstone Spire Forest.
The Imperial forces need to move faster.
The Chimera armored vehicles began a suicidal charge. They should not have appeared in a confrontation of this intensity, but Chimera had one characteristic.
The machine soul is reliable.
That is an armored vehicle that can fly through the home of the undead. In such a strongly anti-psychic place, it is the only one that can keep running at a rapid pace.
It dragged out a large net on the ground, a large net composed of one hundred thousand adamantine warriors and spiritual chains. Relying on the pull of thousands of Chimera armored vehicles, the Adamantine Warriors began to advance rapidly.
The rocket launchers that were quickly modified at Khan's request were boosting, and every adamantine warrior was running wildly.
Sisters of Silence fly into the battlefield using Thunderhawks, equipped with a hook that allows them to decide when to join the chain and when to drop out for combat flexibility.
Their mission at this time is to quickly support the Forbidden Army on the front line until the arrival of the adamantine army and heavy armored troops.
The Grand Sister of the Sisters of Silence stood with her sword in hand, waiting for the moment the Thunderhawk hatch opened.
Ina was still very angry and repeatedly attacked the nun's crotch, but the nun did not hand over the bulletproof naan plate.
She stroked her forehead, she was really taught here.
The Thunderhawk passed over one black stone spire after another. The pilot observed that there were little glimmers of light on those black stones, and the power of the Emperor was pouring into them.
Ahead, the flames had devoured everything. The Imperial Guards used the equipment they had prepared long ago to blast out a wall of fire. This could temporarily delay the offensive of Slaanesh and Nurgle Demons, but the Khorne Demons were the first to rush into the battlefield.
The Fire Demon, the Seed of Destruction was the first to rush into the battlefield,
It is the first Daemon Prince of Khorne promoted by humans in the world. He was a war warlord long before the Emperor unified Terra. He fanatically slaughtered everything he saw. Massacre was his way of survival. His power has become Khorne's. One of the eight most powerful demons under his command.
In addition to the demon wings, the huge black horns and the evil bloodthirsty axe, his huge beard and brass armor are his distinctive features, and blazing flames burn in every inch of his body.
Including its beard!
He roared and rushed out of the fire curtain first. The Imperial Army couldn't even tell whether it was the flames on its body or the flames contaminated with the specialized promethium element.
Explosive bombs rained down on him, and the technology boss unceremoniously "took" a large amount of Tau meningeal fluid from the People's Light, transforming it into a model that could be fired by the Guard's lance.
The flames on the Seed of Destruction flashed visibly to the naked eye, and every blast that passed through it would cause a burst of discomfort.
Someone hits you with poop. Although they miss, they still...
"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull throne!"
The Seed of Destruction violently charged towards the Forbidden Army's line, leaving a long path of flames. Its speed was so fast that it had reached the point where it was in place, and it was definitely not something that ordinary Forbidden Army could stop.
Rogal Dorn's chainsword Stormfang has long since disappeared, and even the special tactical dagger he carried when he was teleported by the Emperor (for the Astartes, it was a power sword) has been completely worn out. At this moment, he uses The weapons were brought by the Imperial Guard.
"You once claimed to be a powerful swordsman and the master of the Seventh Legion."
"Yes, but I didn't expect to use this brother's sword."
The Custodes threw the Lion's Sword to Dorne.
The technology boss said: What's yours and mine? Which one of us will follow the other? I, the Chief Technology Officer of Red Torrent! (Enke:???) Is there anything that cannot be studied with...?
Rogal Dorn holds the Lion's Sword, which once penetrated the Night Lord's body, just like Dorn's Iron Fist.
The moment this ancient sword fell into the hands of the original body, the machine soul trembled, and the light that decomposed the position continued to fluctuate, as if to tell the unwillingness left by the Lion King.
"I am Rogal Dorn, and I will guard the Golden Throne... Look at the sword, I am defeated."
Dorn defeated it, although he can't remember which battle, but it must have been in the Webway, when the power of the Emperor was weak, maybe a thousand years ago? Or two thousand years ago?
He was not good at this, so Khan liked to chop off the heads of his enemies, keep them shiny, and pile them into the Quanzhou Palace for viewing in his spare time.
Rogal Dorn's brain was filled with more knowledge. He relied on knowledge to win so many battles. He kept looking back at the battles of that year in his mind, and the enemy's information emerged in his mind.
He couldn't fight like he had before, the Emperor's blessing had faded.
When the great demon of Khorne was striding towards him, Dorn had dozens of response plans in his mind, and he chose the most suitable one.
The sword blade and the Hell Scepter smashed together. The power of the Seed of Destruction was so great. The pitch-black warlord's scepter was waved by him like a black flash, and the swirling wind seemed to carry the everlasting anger on his body. , drew a curtain of fire in the air, and after colliding with the Lion King's Sword, the strong sound shock erupted almost made the surrounding servants deaf.
The servants who carried the Blackstone Spire here fell down. The Imperial Guard thought that the Emperor's spiritual power would kill them from the beginning, but the Emperor did not. Some of them still survived to this day, and they fell down with their ears covered at this moment. Go down.
The firelight produced by the sword blade was reflected through the silver-white blade into Dorn's eyes, and there was only perseverance in them.
Dorn hit the enemy with a beautiful sliding move, and the blood of Khorne spurted out from the wound. It was not demon blood, but more like burning gasoline. Even the blood of the Seed of Destruction was burning. .
Blood splashed onto Dorne's golden armor, and the Seed of Destruction roared. This was not even an injury. The blood only stimulated its fighting spirit. The arm holding the giant ax was bent to a point that completely violated its body structure. Then he hit Dorn with all his strength.
The adamantine armor was not corroded by such a low-level flame attack. The anti-psionic array of the surrounding black stone spiers perfectly suppressed the blessing of chaos, and the flames did not spread to a wider area.
Dorn did not choose to turn around and fight back as usual, but moved closer to his opponent, so close that the blazing skull fire could caress his face.
The whisper lingered in his ears again: "Say it, it's very simple. Just say it, just two words. What are you offering?"
"I am Rogal Dorn, Praetor of the Emperor's Guard."
Dorn's head passed through the blazing flames, declaring his will with a headbutt.
He knew the weakness of the Seed of Destruction, and the body of the original body crashed into the opponent's body.
Dorn's head was strangely integrated into the Seed of Destruction's beard, and then his chest, body, and the sword he was holding...
The entire original body disappeared into the opponent's body.
This made Constantine Waldo stunned for a moment, and he quickly raised the Spear of the Sun and rushed forward.
Several Imperial Guards joined forces to fight against the Seed of Destruction. The power of this big demon was obviously reduced a lot. Even Waldo's swing could push away its scepter and pierce the sacred spear into the opponent's body.
This is a special Khorne demon. There is a world inside his body, an entire city that can accommodate an army.
This is not witchcraft, but just like the vampires living in the demonic whip, the Destruction Seed houses an entire army of Khorne.
Before he became a demon, he was a warlord, not a warrior in the arena.
Dorn was standing in front of a huge city gate, surrounded by endless walls of flames, erupting from the ground and spreading to the highest point in the sky with no end in sight.
There is only one road ahead, and that is this city.
The boulder is black, the color of dried blood, completely covering every brick of the city wall. No one knows its original color. There are countless battle flags on the city wall, and the flags are flying high. One of them is the same. Skulls and burning fiery red patterns, but the other side is different. The other side is the battle flag of the city-state they defeated. Each side represents the destruction of a city-state.
These flags record the achievements of the Destruction Seed. He rarely has skulls here. Massacre and burning are the main themes.
Dorn is here to slaughter the city.
"I am Rogal Dorn, Imperial Fist."
Dorn began a long-lost offensive. As the iron fist of the Empire, it smashed into the opponent's city, destroyed the strongholds of the Emperor's enemies, and completely defeated the enemy on the frontal battlefield just like it did during the Great Crusade.
The golden battle armor began to roar. After eleven thousand years, this was the first time that the machine soul was allowed to fight independently without the blessing of the emperor. The fighting spirit of the machine soul was extremely high, and its motivation was extraordinary. Velocity is conducted into electrical muscle bundles.
Rogal Dorn swung a blow with all his strength, and the sound of breaking wind came from the tip of the Lion King's sword. The bloody atmosphere around him was completely dispersed, and a small area of near vacuum even appeared.
"Boom~~"
The loud noise spread throughout the city and became the only sound at the moment.
The door shattered, and behind the black smoke of countless debris, an army of blood lined up. Among them were elite Chaos believers. Mortals were covered with blood. One layer dried and then the next layer was applied. That was like this The blood was so thick that it obscured the boundary between the skin and the military uniform, making it impossible to distinguish between the tattered cloth strips and the skin.
They held rifles in their hands, and there was no bayonet attached to the muzzle, but a torch hung there. This was a strange combination of primitiveness and technology.
There was more of a demon army formation. The vampires all turned their attention to the city gate. They had been arrayed here for a long time, waiting for the leader's order to attack the world, but now they rarely saw the intruder.
"Your city has been destroyed!" Dorn hoped to pronounce the name of the Seed of Destruction that he had long forgotten, but unfortunately he did not know it.
"Now, it's going to happen again."
The Seed of Destruction sat in the center of the city. It could only sit there, controlling its body to fight the Forbidden Army outside, while watching Dorn's martial arts tear the army in front into pieces.
Among the enemies that Dorn rushed into, the sacred blade cut off the head of the Chaos believer. Everything about him turned into fly ash and disappeared. The vampire was shattered under Dorn's iron fist, and the arms of pure demon muscle let them You look skinny like goblins, but Dorn showed through his actions that there is no difference between you and goblins.
The Lion's Sword swept around like a whirlwind, seemingly endless armies poured out of the houses behind, and there were even bullets flying from the guns of the Chaos Mortals.
None of them could hurt Dorne.
Dorn's adamantine battle armor was forged by the Emperor himself. Ordinary guns and cannons could not shake this golden giant. The powerful recovery power of the original body far exceeded the injuries caused by the shock. Dorn waved his sword and struck again and again. Kill the enemy in one fell swoop.
Time here is very slow, and the speed of time outside depends on how powerful the Seed of Destruction itself is.
The souls of the heads he killed and presented to the Skull Throne gathered here and were reborn in the tattered and bloody chamber, becoming the service of its ancient warlord.
And Dorn cut off all of this.
He stood here, waiting for every Khorne believer to rush towards him desperately. Madness and killing made him grow taller.
He was so tall that even the Seed of Destruction sitting in the palace at the highest point of the city had to look up to him.
There were corpses at Dorne's feet.
A mountain of corpses and a sea of blood lay at his feet. The blade was not curled at all, and it was not even stained with blood. It was still cold and gleaming.
The height of the pile of corpses at his feet has exceeded the height of the Seed of Destruction palace.
The Whisper of Chaos exploded like a bomb near Dorne, and the mortal believers who rushed up were like messengers, only coming to convey the wrath of the Blood God.
"Say it, head Xian~~"
"I am Rogal Dorn, and I fight for the Emperor."
...
The whirlwind-like battle lasted for who knows how long. Even the whispers of the Blood God could only quietly float out in the gaps between the corpses blown by the wind.
Dorn stood on the pile of corpses, looking at the big devil from a distance.
He panted, he seemed a little older.
There were also a few Chaos believers at the feet who were tearing at the corpses because they could not climb the steep mountain of corpses. They bit the corpses with their teeth to stabilize themselves, and inserted their hands into the pile of corpses to climb hard.
Dorn jumped lightly and landed below. The shock of landing killed the weaklings around him.
He did not go to the center of the city openly, walked up to the big demon and picked off its head.
Rogal Dorn walked "slowly". Of course, in the eyes of mortals, his movements were too fast to be seen clearly.
He entered the nearest house and, finding no enemies there, knocked it down completely.
Then go to another room.
The Primarch counted them one by one, clearing and knocking down the rooms one by one.
I don't know how much time passed, but no houses could be seen in the city. Dorn did not find any enemy in any house, but he still carefully followed his own principles and knocked down every house.
"Thirty-seven thousand four hundred and nine."
After Dorn finished counting, he looked up at the highest hall, which was the last room.
"I will never forget it again, thirty-seven thousand four hundred and ten."
Dorn lifted his golden leg armor. The entire ascending path was composed of murals. Each one was a Seed of Destruction standing with different enemies on it. Some of them had scattered corpses burning at its feet. , some were him falling to the ground, and the enemy was stabbing him with his sword.
Dorn's footsteps paused slightly in many places.
A warlord-level enchanted Titan was split in half by the demon.
The bodies of the Space Marines of both Chapters fell at his feet.
Mephiston shone with psychic power and shattered the Seed of Destruction (Khorne did not allow it to kill Mephiston, and the Blood God believed that the Chief Librarian of the Blood Angels might join him in the future.)
...
Dorn stopped at one place for a long time. It was himself, radiating the emperor's holy light, piercing the great demon like a god descending.
But now, he no longer has any blessings.
The footsteps became heavier and heavier as he walked up the high hall. All the murals below were trampled to pieces when he came up.
The Seed of Destruction stood up. At this time, it did not have the great ax of Khorne in its hand, but only a scepter that symbolized the warlord leader.
Its beard fell completely. In fact, when Dorne stepped onto the highest palace, a ray of light swept through all the city rooms. Each room represented a beard, which was a parasite of a demon or a member of the Blood Legion. place.
Now, it's all gone
Its beard fell off at this moment, from the inside to the outside where it was fighting Waldo.
Unexplained syllables spewed out of its mouth, and it raised its scepter and charged at many people, while Dorn put on a full sword stand.
The opponent is as slow as an Astra Militarum, but when a lion fights a rabbit, he uses all his strength, right? The sword of the lion king.
The sword light illuminated the entire hall.
......
Dorn returned to reality. It didn't take much time. The eighteen years of slashing in the opponent's body only lasted eighteen seconds in the real world.
Within these eighteen seconds, more Khorne demons rushed through the fire curtain and began to fight with the Forbidden Army. Waldo held up the Spear of the Sun and blocked the attack of the big demon. Two forbidden soldiers beside him were chopped down by the big demon. Injured, he is retreating under the cover of his teammates.
No more, just like that, for eighteen seconds, under the suppression of the anti-psionic array, there were only a few demons who could rush through the fire curtain, withstand the precise bursts of anti-psionic bombs, and then rush to the defense line arranged by the imperial army.
The Seed of Destruction maintained a slashing posture, and Waldo also maintained a defensive posture. Dorn suddenly appeared in front of the big demon, breaking the delicate balance.
Moreover, he stepped on the big devil's chin with his foot.
Dorn struck with a swift slash, cutting off a pair of giant horns of Khorne above the opponent's head. When the two giant black horns fell off the demon's body, the blazing flames on them went out.
Dorn launched attacks continuously, but the opponent was unable to parry.
It was knocked back by Dorn's blow and rolled back into the path of the red flames from which he had charged. It stood back up and tried to continue its charge.
Dorn began his charge.
The giant ax could no longer parry the Lion King's sword. The tip of the sword sank into its chest and came out from behind. The light of chaos enveloped it and was sending it back to the subspace.
"Being banished here comes with a price."
The Blackstone Spire is absorbing the spiritual energy of demons. Even if the demons who die here can return to the subspace, they will be greatly weakened. Many of their powers have been forever obliterated under the suppression of the Blackstone.
As an old friend of Dorne, Constantine just said: "You age faster than me."
Dorn turned his gaze forward, waiting for the arrival of the next powerful demon.
The endless vampires began to pass through the curtain of fire, and the next demon targeted Dorne, and Dorne looked at it with disdain, an ancient and "weak" demon.
Skull Reavers, strictly speaking, are the oldest group of divine vampires. They are super vampires favored by Khorne after killing 888 enemies of the same level. They will target the strongest beings on the battlefield. and issue a challenge.
Dorn raised the blade.
"I am Rogal Dorn, the primarch of the Imperial Fists. I am strong and unyielding... I am invincible to all that the Emperor's sword strikes."