Emperor's Bane

Chapter 468 The Day of God’s Wrath (Part )
After the actual battle, Morgan belatedly discovered that the Lord of the Brass Throne, the nightmare of countless civilizations, the invincible god of war, slaughter and blood, was far more powerful than she had expected...

Weaker?
【…? 】

From the deepest part of the subspace, the rolling thunder of war came. I only heard countless blades colliding with each other, I only heard countless heads rolling to the ground, I only heard the nameless anger like water piercing through stubborn rocks. Beads, drop after drop, echoed in the heart of the Blood God, transforming from a tiny drop into a huge wave that devoured the sky.

The Blood God is angry, and its anger spreads from the deepest depths of the warp, making the entire Nuceria desert, the rusty brown outlines of the city walls and mountains darker, and making the sea of ​​souls temporarily calm. Dangerous ripples began to reverberate, causing wisps of scarlet mist to rise from the air distorted by the high temperature.

Although by the standards of the Blood God, its anger at this moment was actually not violent, it was just the first explosion rolling out of the gloomy thunderstorm clouds. However, despite this, when the heavy groan like a bull's breath finally emerged from When it smashed out of the huge brass mouth, it still crushed hundreds of unborn people who dared to block the way, rushed down from the highest point of the brass fortress, and clung to the curtain of the real universe and the supreme sky. , hitting a corner of Nuceria's sky.

This blow is enough to plunge a weak civilization into a boundless sea of ​​fire. This blow is enough to crush the rational defense of most psykers. This blow is enough to cling to the curtain of the supreme sky and affect millions of people in the real universe. Thousands.

But this same blow, faced with the invisible shield jointly formed by twenty-two black stone devices, with a powerful wave, after all, it only cut a few undetectable cracks: even these The alien master of the black stone device can still stand in the center of the shield, looking up into the endless void, and taunting the still fragile supreme sky.

The Lord of Solenums and the ancient civilization where it belongs may be afraid of these false gods, but there is never any reason to fear them: tens of millions of years have passed, and everything in the subspace still cannot be given to the Tower. Racine brings more surprises and challenges.

And behind it, on the peak of Nuceria, Morgan stood at the best overlook she could find. While remotely controlling the soldiers of three legions, she pumped out her energy, spread out her five fingers, and silently recited the incantation. : As a result, the cracks in the shield began to disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye. Soon, even the remaining anger of the Blood God himself had to leave this pinnacle creation of the real universe full of resentment.

Faced with such a result, even Morgan couldn't suppress his curiosity, and asked his image director about his confusion through the messaging device in his ear.

After saying that, Trazin patted the black device next to him: Compared with the black stone obelisks that Morgan could find, these black stone devices are not large in size, but are extremely delicate, and can even allow the Necrons to put them on their fingertips. Small instruments can be repaired in real time, which is obviously a more advanced product.

Even with the addition of other assistance from the subspace field...

[...touching camaraderie. 】

She is really familiar with this twisted smell: for so many years, they have parasitized in the mind of the Spider Queen, lingering like tarsal maggots. Maybe it will not be until ten thousand years later that Morgan can... The Son recognized this symbolic corruption.

"And I am not talented. As the general person in charge of the cultural relics protection plan for the dead, and also a member of the Nihilak dynasty, my compatriots naturally recognize my ability and credibility: they don't mind while they are sleeping. I’m using these devices for now.”

But this scene made Morgan frown: Although the black stone devices brought by the Lord of Solenums were new models that the Primarch had never seen before, the substance [Black Stone], she She still understands it very well. At the same time, she also knows how much energy and psychic energy she has devoted to assisting the black stone shield.

The extreme hatred in the heart is necessary and cannot be lost, but the right compromise and ignorance are not bad things: as long as the bottom line in the heart is not corrupted, then seeking truth from facts is the greatest truth in the world, rather than letting Trazin's pride get the better of him. , it’s better to take the opportunity to figure out where you are lagging behind.

[Then, why don’t the black stone devices I collected have this effect: obviously the techniques we use are similar. 】

So, with the help of these things that Morgan had never imagined, things progressed more smoothly than she imagined: before the next blow of the Blood God arrived, the powerful black stone shield had already returned to its original state: it seemed that it could resist for a long time. look.

[Yes: efficient. 】

In Morgan's estimation, although the combination of the two will not be defeated in the first wave of the Blood God's attack, it can still completely withstand the wrath of a god as it is now, and there is still The remaining energy seems to be very unrealistic.

This is inevitably too easy.

"Efficient?"

The gods of the subspace have created countless pains and storms in her mind from the moment she became conscious. Even her extremely powerful genetic father had to be cautious in the game. Powerful opponents praying for luck: Can they be so powerless against things in the real universe?

The Lord of Solanamus shook his head.

[Tarrazin, why is your black stone device like this...]

After all, after so many years of thinking and practice, the Queen of Avalon has already come to a conclusion: when aliens or other things are objectively beneficial to her, then it is not impossible to pinch her nose. Tolerate them.

Morgan nodded.

Trazin may be conceited about the power of the Necron, but Morgan is always more conservative and cautious: the psychological shadow these warp gods have given her is too great, and she likes to overestimate their power.

At the very least, they did block the wrath from the Blood God.

【…? 】

Could it be that without sacrifices, believers, or magic circle rituals prepared in advance, gods as powerful as these entrenched at the apex of the highest heaven could not release their anger at will in the real universe: Although a long time ago, the Emperor He had already explained a similar point of view to her, but when this reality actually happened in front of her, Morgan dared to repeat this sentence carefully deep in his heart.

The Lord of Avalon smiled and didn't say more: she didn't care where Trazin got the other twenty-one black stone devices. The important thing is that they are now contributing to the Primarch's plan, so then It deserves a portion of Morgan's trust.

【…】

Because these two miasmas were like soft golden armor, holding back the anger of the Blood God, causing it to lose most of its speed and strength before it hit the black stone shield. It became soft and worthy of a contemptuous blow.

【The rest...】

There is no other reason: the idea itself is too shocking.

Trazin didn't have anything to hide.

"Even I can only have one black stone device like this."

So: this isn’t some kind of trap, right?

"..."

But for perhaps the first time in fifty years, Morgan wasn't too disgusted by the smells.

"Now, the situation is like this: the black stone obelisks you found are either common goods owned by ordinary dynasties, or they are defective products that have not been kept for a long time. And these I brought symbolize The true attainments of the Black Stones of the Dead: Although they are still not the top ones, they are precious enough, even for me."

Although Trazin's triumph made her frown, it was only for a moment.

"For example, you humans dig out the same copper mines from the ground, and you can make them into wires to light up the night. You can also make them into high-temperature-resistant aerospace wires to climb into the void, but you can also make them into Forge them into bullets and use them to kill each other: although the raw materials are the same, the differences in technology, means and ultimate goals will still produce completely opposite and different results.”

Reluctantly, the Necron overlord chose silence.

Although the background sound in the communicator seemed messy due to the raging war on the surface and the raging storm in the subspace, a trace of pride was still clearly reflected in Trazin's metallic accent, which flowed in clearly and unmistakably. In the ear of the Primarch.

"Because they are fundamentally not the same thing."

At the first moment, the always cautious Lord of Avalon had this suspicion: After all, he was also a god in charge of war. Deception and disguise were not difficult for the Blood God. It was always right to be careful at this moment.

However, as a top-notch psyker, Morgan could vaguely smell a hint of deceit: outside the black stone shield erected by the Lord of Solenamus, there were also two layers of illusory miasma. Although Trazin didn't seem to be aware of their existence, the Spider Queen could smell a faint, twisted smell similar to blue or wisteria purple.

"Well: you have to know that the Nihilak dynasty, the original body of the human empire, is undoubtedly a powerful and wealthy country. Black stone devices like this can be seen in the treasury of every Nihilak overlord. .”

Thinking like this, more psychic energy gathered at Morgan's fingertips. The excessive squeezing made the Lord of Avalon's brain feel a dull pain, but she was still able to endure it and gave Trazin more. In addition to helping, she paid attention to the war taking place within her field of vision, micro-managing every detail that made her care.

Ten companies of Dawnbreakers, five thousand Astartes warriors, the original body can use his arms and fingers, and ten companies of Night Lords, in the absence of Konrad, they are willing to obey the Lord of Avalon. Orders. As for the war dogs, although they have no reason to obey Morgan's orders, the Primarch can play with the boundaries of suggestion and thought at will with just a slight turn of his fingers, allowing the entire Twelfth Legion to complete it according to his own will. Things she wanted to do.

She had to take care of every detail personally, even if beads of sweat had already spread all over her forehead and cheeks.

She did not dare to leave the responsibility of defense only to Trazin and those [Miasma], nor did she dare to let the War Dog Legion perform on its own. She had to ensure that she could monitor every aspect: after all, for the pervasiveness of the subspace, the Spider Queen still Insightful.

Therefore, whether it is the resistance to the wrath of the Blood God in the subspace, or the beacon smoke on Nuceria in the real universe, these are things that the Primarch needs to pay attention to and control carefully: if the former fails, it goes without saying; If the leader loses control and turns the operation of extermination and beheading into a bloody massacre, then the blood god's army will naturally appear in the sea of ​​corpses of the dead.

This is not what Morgan wants to see: although the Spider Queen has been reckless enough to dare to lead her army to Nuceria and have a head-on conflict with the Blood God on this pre-selected battlefield, the skills she used in this war The strategy is extremely clever.

Morgan is facing the Blood God head-on, but she does not intend to give the Blood God a chance to take action. She knows that if the war is controlled within a specific amount, even if there is blood flowing on the ground, it will not be enough to supply a single army. The army from the Brass Fortress, and as long as the servants of the Blood God cannot appear in the real universe, they will not be able to fight with war and draw more allies from the subspace: as for those who forcefully rush out from the blood There are a few demons, and the wizards of the Dawnbreaker Legion are able to snipe them accurately.

This knowledge was originally not within the scope of Morgan's understanding, but before arriving in Nuceria, when Morgan had the idea of ​​​​confronting the Brass Throne head-on, he naturally encountered the oncoming enemy in the Sea of ​​Souls. In the breeze, in the storm composed of phrases, gems, and jumping arcane elements, nine voices bloomed at the same time, and together they told her about the weakness of the Brass Throne.

The first voice told Morgan that even the Blood God cannot exert its power on the land of the real universe at will. Without believers, magic weapons, or sacrifices grand enough for the Legion to appear, even the Blood God His anger often had to subside.

The second voice told Morgan that if the Blood God wanted to, even without enough heads and blood, it could still show its power in the real universe: it is just that such behavior violates the rules and majesty of the god. Before his anger was strong enough, even the Blood God would rarely do such a thing.

The third voice was seductive, and it revealed the blood god's biggest weakness at this time: it was eager to show the side of war and strategy, and did not drag the entire Nuceria into its own domain. Although the blood god's hidden influence It can be said to be everywhere on this red sand star, but it lacks a decisive factor.

In other words, the Blood God is so arrogant and confident that it relies on its long-term planning and never thought that humans would take the initiative to set foot on the land of Nuceria and continue this lost game: in On Nuceria, the Brass Throne actually doesn't have many cards that can be played right away.

When the fourth voice sounded, it was more of an encouragement than a warning: it beat the war drum in Morgan's ears, whispering assistance from the deepest part of the highest heaven, promising those illusory aids.

It clearly told the Lord of Avalon that the Brass Throne was far from representing all the power in the subspace: on the contrary, because the Blood God won prematurely and showed off the results so arrogantly, this led to some Too many pairs of eyes are willing to see fate slipping away from its fingertips, and they are also willing to see the anger after it misses it.

It promises that Angron's saviors will never fight alone.

No one cares about the fate of the Mountain Children: but there will always be those who long for the Blood God's defeat. …

These voices appeared in Morgan's mind only once, and they disappeared before she reached Nuceria, but Morgan remembered every word of them.

Morgan's instinct told her that the god who was in charge of lies did not lie this time. This was one of the main reasons why she dared to advance this plan: But Morgan never thought that what the Lord of Change told her It's actually so accurate.

The Blood God, as it says, is restrained: when the courage of mankind burns in the land of the Brass Throne, the wrath of the Blood God seems so pale.

When the wildness of war is restrained by the reins of reason, when the bloody messenger is crushed by the staff of the think tank, when the crazy whispers in the depths of subspace are blocked by the top technological power in the real universe: even if the blood god's The anger grew stronger moment by moment, wave by wave, from the beginning it was just a brass bell that echoed in the depths of the highest sky, to an earth-shattering sound that was almost close to Morgan's ears, but it still couldn't break Morgan's various means. The ultimate wall built together with your allies.

In this way, time in the real universe passes bit by bit. The auras of blue and purple gradually began to appear around Nuceria. They prevented the Blood God from releasing more anger here. Together with the Spider Queen on the top of the mountain, they overlooked the gradually ending battle, depicting The final steps of the plan.

Morgan will only give the Blood God one Nucerian hour, which is equivalent to about an hour and twenty minutes on Terra: this is the total time it will take for the three legions to completely destroy Nucerian's largest city. It was also the long journey that Morgan and the Blackstone Shield had to endure in front of the Brass Throne.

And suddenly, with heavy blows one after another, as the gunshots and wailing sounds gradually stopped behind the city wall, as the Dawnbreakers filled more than a dozen airdrop boats with their loot, time had passed. Almost two-thirds of the way there.

At this moment, Morgan could only feel that every breath she took was filled with the spiritual stench of blue and ivy purple, but the threat from the Blood God had indeed diminished. In fact, in the past few minutes, Brass Instead, the throne fell into an eerie silence.

This made Morgan's hair stand on end.

She didn't think that the previous failed counterattacks were all the Blood God's solution. Rather, it was this random behavior that showed that the Brass Throne was not serious: As for the current silence...

Who knows what's brewing inside?
Thinking of this, Morgan frowned. She patted her head and called Conrad, who had not contacted her for a while, to ask him how the progress was going.

"It went pretty well."

Compared to his sister, Midnight Ghost's voice was much more relaxed.

"As we expected, brotherhood has a clear impact on him. Although the Butcher's Nail is also releasing a counter force, causing him to delay arriving at the destination we set. When I am pulling him gradually away from the battlefield : Once you are far away from the battlefield, the effect of the Butcher's Nail is not so obvious."

"It's you, Morgan: You need to be careful. The Blood God can still contain Angron now, but when it can't even do this, maybe it will do some stress regardless of face. Reaction."

【I know. 】

Morgan closed his eyes and slightly adjusted the pain in his head.

【I have a solution. 】

The original body's voice was hoarse, and she and Conrad on the other side of the communicator fell into a strange silence for a while: both of them knew what Morgan was talking about, but neither of them wanted to mention that name.

After all, the current Spider Queen can leave countless vine-purple reflections in the air just by raising her fingers slightly: Although the master of the pleasure palace maintains absolute silence uncharacteristically, no matter how it affects Nu Kyria's increasingly obvious interference, or the increasingly viscous aura behind Morgan, all told that its eyes had never left.

What's more, when Morgan shifted her attention slightly from Nuceria and looked deeper into the subspace, she could naturally see the phantom of the Silver Palace: the base camp of the Dark Prince was at its deepest point. There was no cover in front of his beloved Primarch. With just one glance, Morgan could see the demonic army. The boundless army, which even by the standards of the great game was too huge, was waiting in the Silver Palace, restless and restless. , waiting for the moment to be thrown into the battlefield.

The Spider Queen knows very well that she even only needs to clap her hands, and all six hundred and sixty-six doors of the Silver Palace will open, and countless demonic armies will flock to the realm of the Brass Throne: even the furious King of Blood God cannot take into account anything in the real universe in the face of this kind of offensive.

but……

Needless to say, the price.

"..."

Conrad hesitated.

"Listen, Morgan: If you're not completely sure, don't push yourself."

【I know it well. 】

The primarch just licked his lips.

[On your side, Conrad, how long will it take? 】

"Um……"

Conrad thought for a moment.

"ten minutes."

he quickly added.

"Ten minutes at most."

【All right. 】

Morgan nodded, then she glanced up at the shadows on the horizon.

[Hurry up, brother. 】

"I will."

"..."

【…】

"Morgan, have you felt..."

"The Blood God seems to be watching you?"

[Of course I felt it: from the moment I led you down, that guy was staring at me. 】

"It hates you for ruining its good deeds?"

[…No, it’s a little worse. 】

Morgan shook her head, her eyebrows furrowed. She didn't know whether it was because of the intracranial pain caused by over-squeezing psychic energy, or because of something else.

But when she temporarily ignored the things on Nuceria and climbed up to look far away, her sight could still easily pierce the cover of the supreme sky and see the scenes that existed in the deepest part of the subspace. The brass fortress burning in the wrath of God, seeing the war lord who is wearing away his last bit of patience.

It's getting angry.

Real anger.

It was staring at her.

It was staring at Morgan.

Those brass-colored pupils were too dazzling to be ignored, and the emotions inside were so fierce that Morgan would soon understand: there was both legitimate anger and bloodlust, as well as the anger and bloodlust she had felt before. The blood god felt the hatred and dissatisfaction towards the psychic mage.

Now, the situation seemed to be a little different: at least, when Morgan felt the gaze of the Skull God again, she could detect obviously one more emotion.

That seems, seems, might, is...

……

appreciate?

Even if it's just a hint: it's simple and pure appreciation.

The Blood God... was admiring her.

【…】

Morgan took a deep breath.

Oh...this is just too bad.

(End of this chapter)