Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 211 The Cursed Flames of Evil
After the turbulent wave of psionic energy receded, everything in front of Abadan had completely changed.

It was a demon with flaming wings.

Oh no, it should be called—Kalofis the Great Demon.

But all of this is actually within the plan.

Karofis will be the first experimental subject to test the possibility of crushing the soul and absorbing the remaining pure fragments.

A wave of fluctuations came from the teleportation platform in the distance, which was the signal that Kaya and her party began to transmit to the Expansion.

Without too much communication, Kaya immediately led the escaped crew around the scene of the ongoing fight at the side when Abbadan appeared and stood in front of Kalofis, and started to fight in an orderly manner. Teleport to evacuate.

The coordinates for the transmission have already been set, and more than ten hours is enough for Carl to complete all the layout.

With the flashing of the blue electric light, a loyalist crew member was sent back to the Expansion in the port of Prospero's space defense array.

"You stay for a while."

Putting on a battle-ready posture, Abadan ignored Carlofis, who was covered in flames, and turned his head to remind Kaya, who was about to walk onto the teleportation platform.

"I?"

Although feeling a little puzzled, Kaya chose to stay and see what was going on.

She knew very well that the Astartes in red armor in front of her must be the reinforcements Karl told her in the communication.

On the other side, seeming to feel Abadan's neglect, Karofis, who has already ascended to demon, raised his crimson twisted scepter, and roared at Abadan: "You will pay the price for ignorance, shameful! Traitor, you have no idea what a great feat we are doing, Astartes is the future of mankind, but the stupid and short-sighted emperor just can't let go of those weak scum."

After speaking, the already deformed mouth of the fallen version of Carlofis began to chant those spells full of ravings.

Abadan couldn't understand the words in Carlofis's mouth at the moment, but those words formed a picture in his mind like the ravings floating in the air.

The ancient wizards chanted spells in front of the altar, prayed for the fire in the sky, burned their desires, and turned into fireballs to watch them.

They call on the power of fate to bring the ball of fire to its destination, burn away evil and protect the cherished.

The spell took effect, and everything in the world was burned to ashes, including those who begged.

This is a cursed force, a cursed fire with magic damage --- it cannot be avoided.

The ominous flame at the top of the Kalofis scepter dragged its blue-red tail flame and shot towards the distant Abadan.

Different from the last time, after Abadan turned sideways and barely dodged it, the ghost flame like a boomerang hit the running Abadan again from behind.

The armor was alarming frantically, which was a reminder that the internal temperature system had failed.

Feeling the roiling heat wave coming from behind, Abadan didn't choose to dodge again.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly. At this moment, he remembered the future that Karl had told him, "I am the devil, I am the predator of the world, and the false emperor will eventually perish in my hands."

And how could a demon be afraid of these evil flames?
Accompanied by a burning sensation coming from behind, Abadan knew that his back had obviously been roasted into a piece of charred at this moment.

The occasional slight stimulating current from the connection of the black carapace is reminding him that this power armor has been seriously damaged by just this blow.

Those cursed flames were constantly eroding his sanity.

But every time I think of the sleeping Horus in M42 "The Chronicle of Urshe", Abadan can always break free from these negative states immediately.

His footsteps will not stop here.

Under the surprised gaze of Carlofis, Abadan continued to run towards him like a giant that could not fall down.

Even at this moment, Abbadan saw a trace of fear in Carlofis' eyes.

That is the fear of the devil.

That is the coercion inherent in the destroying angel.

No need for those flashy Terminator armor armor, no need for that sword of destruction - the magic sword Draconian.

Because Abadan's name itself contained that seemingly destined destiny.

In the fight between gangsters, whoever shows hesitation and timidity first will definitely become a sign that the battle situation will start to tilt.

Ignoring the alarm from his body, Abadan once again swung the iron fist that once brought fear and oppression to Carlofis.

Roasted by the scorching hot air around them like a boiler, the surface of those iron fists had already begun to emit steam.

It was an unreserved punch.

With this punch, he will completely wake up this brother from the nightmare of corruption.

"bump"

That was the dull sound of the collision between the horny layer of the devil's skin and the steel. The distorted skin looked abnormally permeable under the reflection of the splattered teeth.

Every pore is screaming, every inch of bone is being oppressed crazily.

The fallen version of Carlofis, the whole person flew backwards because of this huge impact.

Amazed, shocked, puzzled.

Who is this traitor in front of him?

Carlofis didn't remember anyone in Thousand Sons who liked this kind of braided hairstyle.

That's too ostentatious, completely inconsistent with the fighting style of the Thousand Sons.

Compared with fighting alone like a reckless man, the Thousand Sons prefer to fight in formations in exchange for the smallest casualties.

Because every carrier of knowledge is so precious, once some orphans are destroyed, it is difficult to make up for them.

Among the Thousand Sons who help each other to study the secrets of spiritual power, this irreplaceability is even more highlighted.

The ocean of knowledge is so vast that even ordinary people may not be able to touch the boundaries of those knowledge in their entire lives.

Humans are weak, and what they need is protection, not instructions on the work of the Astartes.

The world can only become a better place under the leadership of the Astartes.

This is the truth that Karofis thought he had realized.

The Astartes are the future, and the so-called human beings are nothing more than consumable products of the past.

Karofis has broken away from the restrictions of the mundane, and he is now a transcendent existence.

Without any hesitation, like eating and drinking, he began to "habitually" extract the souls of the surrounding mortals as energy supplements.

Strangely, during the extraction process, he was shocked to find that there were two "mortal souls" nearby that he could not absorb.

This is very abnormal, but facing the Aba Dan who once again put on an air of recklessness and rushed forward, he can't care so much at the moment.

A mortal's life is nothing but a ladder for him to explore the palace of knowledge.

So what does it matter if these tool-like parts are occasionally disposable, as long as they can glimpse more wisdom?
Ignoring the soul-level resistance of those Paladin guards, the majestic power of the subspace instantly squeezed and ground these frightened souls into chaotic energy.

The power of the subspace began to gather around him, grinding the souls of those guards who were at a loss into dregs, and then turned them into a cursed fire full of unwilling screams, shooting towards the approaching Abadan again .

Facing the raging flames that were even stronger than before, although Abadan was calm on the surface, he started other calculations in his heart.

He knew very well that that was definitely not the strength that Karofis should have.

Fortunately, he is not completely helpless.

=Challenge your own limits, leave the rest to me=
That was the arrangement Karl told him.

In fact, Abadan was a little puzzled about this arrangement at first.

As Carl's "bodyguard" on the Frank III.

There is a rough idea of ​​how much Abadan is to Karl.

He admits that the wind of recovery is a very weird tricky ability, but this ability seems to be difficult to deal with demons like the fallen Karofis.

But as the spokesperson of the emperor, Karl had to obey his orders.

After all, the person who can bring back the entire Sons of Horus army, Abadan will not question his orders during the battle.

If there is any problem, I will summarize it after typing.

So facing another scorching ray that was even mixed with screaming grimaces, this time Abadan didn't choose to dodge.

Facing such an almost certain attack, instead of wasting time and energy in dodging, it is better to fight to the death.

This is also Abbadan's favorite way of fighting.

The flames hit like a tsunami mixed with heat waves, while Abadan blocked them all like a majestic dam.

The surface of the power armor had already begun to dissolve, and the dripping metal droplets were blown out into tiny metal comets in the roar of the flame storm.

The pace becomes heavy, which is a manifestation of the decline in function under high temperature.

Even the superhuman body of the Astartes cannot withstand this high temperature for a long time.

This is the physical limit of a carbon-based creature in a non-psychic state.

But all these difficulties were finally overcome.

As usual, the muscles in Abadan's right hand began to contract again.

With the accumulation of power in his right hand, his whole body began to twist.

This punch used all the muscles in his whole body.

The power it gathered was so great that even some fragments of the power armor worn by him began to tremble and disintegrate.

This is a body on the verge of death, but it is also this state of near-death that raises the power of Abadan to a new level.

Humans have a self-protection mechanism.

This mechanism allows human beings to maintain a kind of "reason" when using the muscles of the whole body.

That is to say, even if the muscles of ordinary people can exert more than 120% of the contraction and relaxation tension, they will be maintained under the deliberate control of the brain in a state of output that will not cause permanent damage to the muscles.

Of course, this protection mechanism is not absolute, which is why people can unleash their greatest potential in critical moments.

Both lungs have long been filled with scorching flames, and any breath will bring an unprecedented tingling sensation.

Even after the helmet was damaged due to the high temperature, Abadan was unable to open his eyes.

Because the gas whose temperature is so high that it can be directly used to make skewers will burn his eyes to the point of blindness in an instant.

The body has reached its limit, and every inch of muscle is screaming.

But all of this is worth it in Abadan's eyes.

Although he couldn't open his eyes, he could smell fear.

The semi-melted iron fist that was burning with flames slammed hard on Carlofis's terrified cheek.

"Kata"

That was the sound of some bones in its head breaking.

The extremely high temperature has destroyed all normalcy around the two.

The high temperature even distorted the surrounding vision. With Abadan's final roar, Karofis was directly welded into the wall of the passage with a heavy punch.

The pair of fiery demon wings were completely broken before they even had time to open.

But Karl, who had been watching the match, knew very well that Karofis had won this game.

If Karl hadn't been there, it would have been the last ripple of Abbadan.

In the scorching air, Karl smelled the souls of the dead that were continuously gathering.

Those are all mortal souls extracted by Carlofis.

These unlucky Paladin guards are continuously sending energy to Karofis without knowing the truth.

And when he thought of the scene where his soul was being ground, even he who had chatted with the Four Gods all the year round felt a chill.

Silently putting the collected videos into the backpack, Karl finally walked out of the dark corner.

This moment is the best time he has been waiting for.

In the previous ten hours, he had already controlled a considerable part of various defense platforms.

Although this cannot interfere too much in a star-level decisive battle, it is definitely more than enough to save a spaceship from fleeing.

At this moment, everything Carlofis has done and Prospero's combat preparations have been sorted out.

He believed that with these ironclad evidences he was enough to convince Leman Russ.

And these videos will play an unexpected role in the next decisive battle.

You must know that even in the period of the Great Crusade, the space fighters were a minority, and the scale of hundreds of thousands was not comparable to the mortal auxiliary army with a unit of hundreds of millions.

Therefore, although such a piece of "fierce information" cannot completely disintegrate Prospero's military spirit, it is obviously enough as a secret killer at a critical moment.

Silently pulled out the "Judger" who had just arrived from behind.

Even Karl has to lament the trick of fate.

You must know that not long ago, this was an ordinary weapon he randomly picked from a gun shop, but now the terrifying psionic energy emanating from the gun is enough to scare the devil.

"Judger? What a fitting name."

However, it is worth mentioning that if there is only one gun, this judge will not reveal its inner extraordinary.

The treasure that really sublimates it is the 6 super bullets that have been reloaded by Karl.

For Karl, the master of mechanics, it was not difficult to reload the bullet casings he got from Ahriman.

Holding up the judge, he walked slowly towards the fallen Karofis who was still embedded in the wall at this moment.

He saw incomprehension, fear, and confusion from Carlofis' red eyes.

"A mortal soul? Who the hell are you!"

Ignoring the fallen man's nonsense, he had already put on a new set of Terminator power armor, and gradually approached Carlofis with the emperor's judgment.

He knew very well that the person talking to him now was not Carlofis.

In other words, these people, whether they actively accept or passively inject corruption, have already been completely changed.

Consciousness, soul, body, no matter what level you look at, Karl doesn't think that the person in front of him is the Carlofis who kindly took him to Ahriman this morning.

When the trigger is pulled, a surge of psionic energy spurts out along with the howling warhead.

After the corrupted soul was fragmented, it was gradually reorganized, purified, and reconstructed, and finally turned into a pattern on the original bare gun.

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(End of this chapter)