Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 232 Bonaparte's Familiar Nightmare
With the end of Bonaparte's prayer, a mouthful of thick phlegm spewed out from its wide open mouth together with the yellow-green star foam during the embellishment.

This time, he paid a lot of money.

This opportunity to beg for power from Nurgle himself is definitely a luxury.

Even Bonaparte had only this one extra chance.

Correspondingly, the power of this attack is also truly reflected in the magnificent spiritual power emanating from this mouthful of thick phlegm.

All the corruption in the world seems to gather here, on the thick phlegm that is about to collide with the scorching molten stream shot out by the apex dog.

At this moment, the two plague knells sounded "joy" at the same time.

Bonaparte seemed to have secured the victory.

However, history well demonstrates a problem.

That is, it is best not to stand on the left when facing waves.

Obviously, Bonaparte, who is located on the relatively west side, violated this big taboo at the moment.

"boom"

It was beyond everyone's "corpse" expectations.

Bonaparte's blow, which seemed to be as stable as an old dog, was actually penetrated by the melting ray.

Like a sharp sword tearing apart a shield, after canceling each other out, the only trace of hot melt rays pierced fiercely towards Bonaparte's right eye.

However, this is also the limit of rays.

Although he was full of doubts, Bonaparte was not stupid.

Close the thick and rough folded eyelids, and the remaining rays dissipate invisible after leaving a scorched black mark helplessly.

Compared with another scorching ray that plowed out a scorched black carbon mark on the ground, this result is actually not bad.

On the surface, Bonaparte at this moment has won the so-called battle.

However, the horror of this moment can only be tasted by Bonaparte.

"This is unreasonable, why is the other half of the blessing gone!"

It's like you take a 1000 million check to the bank to cash it, and in the end the bank only gives you 500 million and tells you that the payment has been completed.

At this moment, Bonaparte's whole body is in a daze.

He didn't dare to question his loving father's repudiation, but the whole thing always revealed the fear that made him shudder.

The apex dog missing a leg in the distance has slowly fallen down.

The terrifying hot psionic energy emanating from it directly carbonized the surrounding corpses that surrounded it.

But that's all.

Countless walking corpses stepped on the scorched corpses of their companions in front of them, and walked towards the wreckage of the apex dog one after another.

The walking corpses in the front row kept falling down, their bodies gradually carbonized and then condensed.

But it was this kind of sacrifice that allowed the walking corpses to gradually approach the "wreckage" that seemed to be burning.

This was at the behest of Bonaparte.

After all, he always felt that there seemed to be a terrifying force hidden in it that could threaten his life.

But as far as the current situation is concerned, looking at the walking corpses that are gradually wrapping up the entire Apex Dog, Bonaparte couldn't figure out the way to do it for a while.

The Vertex Dog had fallen, and even one of its mechanical legs had been completely severed before Bonaparte's eyes.

At least Bonaparte could not think of any other way for this so-called enemy.

But just as Bonaparte was about to continue to focus on controlling the army of walking corpses and cooperate with the Thousand Sons Society that emerged from the core city of Tizca to completely wipe out the wild wolves that landed in the encirclement, an accident happened.

And this surprise did not come from where he expected.

==10 minutes ago, Prospero's far-end orbit -- Skydome==
Azek Ahriman, the former chief think tank chief of the Thousand Sons, was arguing with Hathor Mart, the commander of the Third Society, in the command room.

As the only remaining two Thousand Sons Captains who passed the physical stability test, Magnus gave them a chance to choose.

They have basically eliminated the problem of flesh and blood distortion, so they don't need to participate in the dispute on Prospero at this moment.

Actually Magnus gave them a mission.

Take those Terran veterans who are unwilling to participate in the mutiny and find their own path.

This was already the biggest step back Magnus could make.

"From now on, you can make your own choices."

That was the common embarrassing situation of all crew members on such a deserted ship, Tianqiong.

In a sense, they have betrayed the Legion by refusing to accept corruption.

But it's not the same as Horus or other legions.

Magnus let them live in the siege, instead of choosing to kill them all to prevent future troubles.

This is not difficult to understand.

Because Magnus chose to fall itself to save the Legion (everyone in it).

Therefore, "heterogeneous" like Ahriman and Hathor are naturally also in his consideration.

Originally, according to the coordinates given by Magnus, at this moment they should leave directly from this specific subspace stable point.

But just when the Skydome was about to start warming up the subspace engine, Ahriman and Hathor had a disagreement.

"No, we shouldn't be going back, at least not now!"

Hathor slapped the table, glaring at Ahriman on the other side

With Ruth's blond hair, he was handsome.

The Battle Oath engraved on his chest represents his service with the Emperor's Children.

Like other Thousand Sons Society commanders who went to various legions to "study abroad", Hathor also has his own obsessions.

He thought that since the primarch had let them live, they shouldn't be backstabbing like revenge at this moment.

Unfortunately, Ahriman already had his own ideas.

"Have you ever thought about the embarrassing situation we will be in in the future if we leave here?"

"The Empire will not recognize our allegiance as we sit and watch the wolves burn in traps on Prospero."

"Chaos will not recognize our status, because we have no longer belonged to the Legion since the moment we left Prospero."

"Then please tell me, where should we go, to find a lonely and nameless corner, and watch everything that was once glorious gradually go away?"

Sentenced with every sentence, Hathor was unable to refute for a while.

He has been stimulated too much today.

Because unlike Ahriman, who had been prepared for a long time, Hathor didn't know everything until the spaceship took off.

This feeling of being abandoned by the legion in an instant made him at a loss for an instant.

Lowering his once high head, even Hathor, who was extremely conceited and arrogant, fell silent.

"Turn around, target Tizca."

At this moment, there was a hint of determination in Ahriman's voice.

He has made up his mind.

The title of Thousand Sons will not end here, and as for the right or wrong of the choice, only the golden figure can judge it.

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And so, when Bonaparte looked up, he saw a Celestial falling from the sky.

A violent spiritual energy storm tore apart the hull of the Skydome.

In the face of this "weary attack" void shield has no effect at all.

As a frigate, the Skydome at this moment has lost all non-essential components.

Except for those core parts wrapped in a layer of telekinetic shield, the surface of Tianqiong at this moment has become pitted and dimpled as if it had been chewed by a dog.

It should have soared above the sky, but its owner has made his own decision at this moment.

It is the traitor among the traitors.

The hull of the ship has long been mottled, and the keel responsible for supporting it has been cracked inch by inch.

These structures, which were not designed to enter the interior of the planet, are overloaded under heavy pressure.

Even so, it is still completing its final mission.

Like a sharp long sword, Tianqiu stabbed straight at Bonaparte, who was the most conspicuous in the sea of ​​corpses.

(What kind of moth is this?)
Facing the stabbing sword, Bonaparte felt a bit of irony.

"Is this the so-called human being who doesn't even understand gifts? What a trouble."

Raising the two giant axes in his hands, Bonaparte began to charge.

The sharp blade roared and tore open the air in front of Bonaparte's eyes. Under the blessing of his loving father, his majestic figure at this moment was like a god.

From a distance, one can even see the huge phantom phantoms of psionic energy produced by the two giant axes.

"Rest in peace, ungrateful human being."

Accompanied by Bonaparte's roar, he threw two huge axes fiercely towards the sky.

The psychic energy storm it stirred up instantly crushed a large group of melon-eating corpses around it, and formed several cracks extending hundreds of meters under Bonaparte's body.

It was a mighty force that even the earth could not bear.

And corresponding to it is its huge lethality.

The moment the two illusory giant axes came into contact with the Tianqiong, they completely tore apart the remaining telekinetic shield on it.

The telekinetic shield, which had already withstood a large number of subspace storms over Prospero, ushered in its end.

It has done well enough, or in other words, all the Terran Falcon Schools have done their best for all those on the Skydome that have been reduced to ashes at the moment due to psionic backlash.

If it weren't for their persistence, the Tianqiong would have been completely destroyed in the crazy subspace storm.

And with the shattering of the telekinetic shield, Bonaparte threw a huge phantom of two battle axes, completely tearing apart the remaining structure of the Sky.

Mixed with the whistling of the psychic storm, the wreckage of the Skydome exploded into a huge firework in the air.

Those remaining large parts fell into the sea of ​​corpses little by little, smashing out "crop circles" one after another.

However, this is not the end of Ahriman's story.

As soon as Ahriman landed, he rolled and jumped out of the landing cabin.

The good news is that, as calculated, Bonaparte was just surrounded by the landing pods ejected before the Skydome exploded.

The bad news is that the walking corpses everywhere are far stronger than they expected.

Ahriman originally thought that with the armor on his body, he could basically completely ignore these threats.

But knowing that he got a claw on his left gauntlet, he realized that he seemed to have made a wrong bet.

Chaos is so powerful.

Even the most common corpses can use their numbers to pile up damage.

The situation is extremely dangerous.

Regardless of the great unclean person still standing in the middle of the group of corpses at this moment, just relying on these ridiculously strong walking corpses is enough for Ahriman and his party to drink a pot.

Although there was no problem in a short period of time, Ahriman, who kept waving the scepter in his hand to attack, knew very well that they would fail if they continued to consume it like this.

(Looks like I lost my bet.)
However, the chess piece has been dropped, and Ahriman has no choice at this moment.

He can only choose to believe, to believe that the existence that can defeat him is really capable of breaking through the situation in front of him.

"Assault with me!"

Psychic energy surges, even in the situation where it is difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.

The combat power of Ahriman and his party has also been increased unprecedentedly.

As if this is their destined battlefield, each of them has reached an unprecedented excellent state at this moment.

But while talking about assault, Ahriman's body was very honest.

He took all the Thousand Sons who came down from the assault, turned around and killed the plague knell in the distance.

In an instant, it was like a small reef against the tide.

In the huge wave of corpses that were slowly rushing towards the Space Wolves' front line, there were several unharmonious nails.

A burst of flames shot out, and Ahriman successfully roasted a small gap in front of him.

Although his specialization is prophecy, this does not prevent him from learning some necessary combat psionic (ether) techniques.

Turning his head to look at the figure in the distance, Ahriman felt a little puzzled.

Why was that huge, round figure with gray-red cracked and rotten cuts dotted on its dark green body froze in place.

What the hell is he looking at?
Ahriman couldn't guess.

At this moment, Ahriman can only seize the opportunity in front of him and try his best to destroy the two plague knells that are close at hand.

Because with his years of experience in the sea of ​​ether, those two obviously abnormal gadgets must be the source of power for the ridiculously strong walking corpses around him.

The explosive bomb roared and flew towards the front of the team, blasting out slices of foul-smelling juice.

Struggling in the quagmire of walking corpses, even Ahriman felt a little hopeless.

Those two plague knells seemed close at hand but out of reach.

Every step forward in the surging tide of corpses consumes a huge amount of spiritual energy.

And as long as a simple calculation is made, Ahriman knows that his party is doomed to fail.

They couldn't even turn a single wave.

"Sorry, I might have really made the wrong choice."

Facing the current situation, even Ahriman had to admit his mistake.

But all this has long been irreversible.

That was their fate the moment they burst into the warp storm over Prospero.

The figure standing behind him after throwing the double axes seemed to be laughing at the stupidity and overreaching of Ahriman and his party.

But, if that's the case.

Then why are Bonaparte's legs trembling involuntarily at this moment?

If you want to look down on people, then Bonaparte is completely wronged.

What was placed in front of Bonaparte at this moment was a terrifying spiritual black hole.

With the fallen apex dog as the center, he completely lost control over the tide of corpses.

Reminiscing about the inexplicably only half of the blessing left before, Bonaparte felt a shudder.

He had experienced this feeling before.

He had a premonition that his long-lasting nightmare was hidden under the wriggling mountain of corpses—an existence that could snatch blessings from him.

And it seems to confirm Bonaparte's nightmare.

The mountain of corpses began to rise as if a huge monster was about to climb up from below.

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(End of this chapter)