The maelstrom is a star field mixed with the physical world and subspace, and the gods are looking sideways and trying to get their hands on it.

The shattered physical god roared, and the Nighthuer felt the extremely unstable psionic fluctuations in the area, and rags flew under his black robes, trying to dispel the psionic laws that were beginning to spread.

But this is the maelstrom, and the curtain separating the two sides is already in tatters.

Since terror can be brought down by the power of power symbolized by blood and violence, it means—

The emperor can too!

Even if the current emperor is far from the god-emperor of the terrible story, even if the distant foreign lands still interfere with his power, even if there are no sacred candles and scriptures that the state religion summons the gods......

However, in the midst of the cold wind, countless sages and world devourers rushed towards the enemy army chanting the name of Ohm Messiah and the Emperor, and the light of humanity at this moment was the best medium to resonate with the pulse of the Lord of Humanity.

Between the gloomy blood, the golden light suddenly opened!

Hades held the broken sword, the dazzling golden light on the sword made him feel an indescribable weight, the emperor's finger bones hung up, and the necklace worked hard to pull Hades's neck, and in an instant, Hades felt that the emperor was going to strangle him to death.

In order not to affect the emperor's spiritual energy, and to prevent the phalanges from continuing to strangle him as much as possible, Hades put away his black domain as much as possible.

Using his finger bones as a medium, a golden glimmer lit up on Hades' pitch-black armor, and then transferred to the huge sword of the archenemy blade along Hades' hand holding the broken sword.

Complying with the finger bones that were about to strangle him, Hades raised his sword, the slow, heavy thud of the titan giant in front of him, and the explosion lit up Hades' face.

In a trance, Hades's eyes saw a knight riding a mule through the side of the broken sword, his black hair fluttering in the wind, leaving only Hades with a handsome back.

The behemoth monster roared in front of him, but the emperor on the broken mule raised his sword steadily.

The emperor seemed to be saying, look at it, this kind of operation, my brother only performs it once.

The ripples of the golden slinger on the blade of the archenemy—

In the next moment, a huge golden sword light slashed directly at the Nighthugger!

The Nighthugger raised his hand, and the space in front of him suddenly distorted, but the golden light still went straight towards him!

At the same moment, on the neck of Hades, who was guided to swing a sword, the phalanx bone flickered almost with hatred, and Hades, who was suppressed by the emperor's huge spiritual energy, could hardly breathe, he hated spiritual energy.

And around Hades, the sages who witnessed the miracle with their own eyes, their cries became more and more fanatical-

"Praise be to the God of Machines! Praise the Ohm Messiah!! ”

And after the sword was slashed, the phalanx bones, which had begun to dim, suddenly lit up again.

Hades' pupils dilated, and he suddenly [heard], the first time the deaf man heard the noise and chaos of the world, and he sensed that someone was praying to [him]—no, not to Hades.

Hades felt that part of the existence that did not belong to him in the first place.

In an instant, he fell into the silent ocean again, but that was enough, Hades once again grabbed the ethereal lightning, he ignored the discomfort caused by the Emperor's psionic energy, and the metal fragments beneath Hades' feet began to float slowly, crackling green.

The sword of the warrior who had once slain the dragon had successfully damaged the Nightholder, but it was not enough to break him to pieces, and the Nightholder stood up as he refocused his attention on the dessert......

He saw a metal figure floating around him in the Titan Formation, a tyrannical green lightning bolt flickering between the Divine Machine and the figure.

Psionic and regular powers wrestle with the Nighthuer's realm at the same time.

The sacred binary whispered, the cannonball loaded, the overheated ion pipe cooled instantly, and the god of war roared and poured cannon fire on him again, but the ammunition at this moment was not as weak as before, and the Titans with the blessing of the power of the Void Dragon were already at the extreme.

The god of all machines is watching over them!

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Angelon angrily slammed the cabin, the Stormbirds were still weaving through the storm, they hadn't yet reached the battlefield, and Angelon felt the nails on his head buzz.

He watched with annoyance as the steady stream of aid troops descending from the sky, even they would arrive on the battlefield one step ahead of the primordials—

At some point, the world of Sarem Forge that came to the aid of the World Eaters seemed to be insane, the sages were throwing their armies down at all costs, and Angron had even seen a ship smash straight into the very center of the battlefield.

Angron listened to the roar of the engine, he squinted, through the layers of wind and snow, he saw that the huge war machines were attacking desperately, some seemed to be distorted by some invisible force, but the next moment, the twisted metal seemed to come alive and began to cover the damaged parts of the Titan again.

He saw all the machines on the battlefield glowing with green lightning, metal spreading over the damaged parts.

【!】 】

Hell yes, what's that?

Angron scolded, it felt a lot like the metal skeletons they had just fought against, but the Primordials didn't think that the Mecha that came to their aid at least didn't have that ability......

Could it be that Hades is a wizard?

Angron walked around the cabin irritably, he didn't like to fight with think tanks and psionics, it would make the nails dig deeper, and he hated the feeling.

But his broken mind remembered that there was no need to think about these things, there was only one thing for Angron to do, he would fight with the leader of his reinforcements! Until victory! Or death!

The Storm Bird's engine made a loud noise, the elevation of the battleship suddenly decreased, the hatch opened in front of the original body, and the ice blood and battle intent on the pavement struck together!

Anglon jumped, and the Lord of the Red Sand aimed at the black rag suspended in mid-air, and directly threw the tomahawk blood in his hand.

【Battle !! 】

The original let out a deafening roar, and the fury from the nails replaced everything.

But on the other side of the battlefield, an exclamation was torn apart by the wind and snow,

"Anglon?!"

Within the Titan array, Hades watched in shock as Angron slashed straight towards the Night's Bearer, the sudden appearance of the original interrupting Hades' plans and dealing a solid blow to Hades' precarious sanity.

Hades immediately clenched his fists to stop the next round of fire attacks, and immediately ordered all the Titans, who were slowly retreating, to attack at full speed.

But they were too late, and the distance between Angelon and the Nightgoers was rapidly shrinking - and the Nightgoers weren't even paying attention to Angelon.

The Primordial didn't know what the Celestial Shatter of the Night was at all, and Hades felt a mouthful of blood choke in his throat as he watched Angelon fall.

No - don't!!

The lightning around Hades suddenly burst out, the metal beneath his feet exerted, and the Lord of the Silent Order leaped into his eyes, and for the first time, Hades tried to attack the Night-Bearer head-on alone, and his goal was not to injure the Star God, but to make the Night-Keeper's attack want to be on Hades's body - not Angron.

Why the hell is Angron here?! Hades should have knocked him out with a hammer!

Hades caught a glimpse of the original body being directly impacted before it could contact the Night-Bearer, and Angelon flew out, but in the moment before the impact erupted, Hades clearly saw that the tyrannical blood was blocking Angelon-

Sadistic, you're still there?!!!

But Hades' inner roar was interrupted by the Nightman's attack the next moment, and the green lightning that surged around Hades obscured the Nightman's death gaze, and the suspended black stone creaked in the shattered space.

Hades coughed up a mouthful of blood, and the two Titans that burst out of the array saved him, and the god rushed at the Nighthugger without hesitation, interrupting his continued attack.

Within the moment he landed, Hades began to command the army and ran in the direction of Anglon, what the hell is the horror of this time still trying to bewitch Anglon?!

Hades gasped, the Void Dragon's abilities shielding him from some of the Night's Bearers' attacks, but he did take a real hit.

He felt the suffocation brought to him by the Emperor's spiritual energy, and his finger bones still strangled him, Hades shouted,

"Angron!!

He saw the figure of the original figure staggering to its feet, but to Hades's sense, Angelon seemed to be slowly losing his sense of self at this moment, and Hades was horrified to see the blood gathering at the feet of the original body.

Hades felt like the string of his sanity was breaking.

Behind Hades, the Nighthuer's gaze refocused on the Lord of the Silent Retreat, and Hades could feel the weight of the space begin to weigh down again.

At that moment, Hades thought a lot.

Time seemed to stand still, and he began to walk the lamp.

He remembered the miserable life in Barbarus, the first time he learned how to dig hard ground with a hoe, and the first time he ate corn, he almost threw up.

He thought of the grueling overtime life on the Death Guard, and the deep resentment that Gaaron had for him—and the dark circles under his eyes.

He remembered Makurag, who hadn't been to yet...... The agreement with Killiman was probably going to be ruined.

Hades thought of Motarian again, and he hoped to bring his ashes back - maybe Motarian would plant a pot of flowers with Hades' very large number of ashes.

Finally, Hades remembered the two traffickers of the Emperor and Machado, and if it weren't for them, Hades would most likely still be happily working overtime on his warm death guard.

Even at the last moment, the emperor's phalanges did not let Hades go, even if it guided Hades to feel the power of the Void Dragon, but all this was in vain after all-

Hades's thoughts froze, he remembered the blade of his old enemy that was far more likely to absorb the golden light than his armor, the oppression that had existed all the time since the golden light was shining, and the knuckle seemed to be holding him with a rope all along.

No, it wasn't the emperor trying to strangle Hades...... It's just ...... It's just a simple psionic energy that repels the Black Domain!

On the other hand, the Blade of the Rival with good psionic conduction can exert the Emperor's psionic energy.

And the reason why Hades feels that he is not in good shape is also because the emperor's spiritual energy suppresses the part of his black domain!

Hades opened his mouth, he seemed to know what to do, Emperor, I'm sorry.

He raised his hand and ripped off the phalanges in his neck.

At the last moment, Hades' hoarse cry pierced through the wind and snow arranged by the sadistic meditation and pierced straight into Angelon's ears,

"Angelon - Open your mouth !!!"

His mind was blank, and Angron, who was only burning with fierce fighting intent and tyranny, subconsciously turned his head to look at the source of the familiar voice, he may not have understood what Hades was shouting, but it didn't matter, what mattered was that the mouth of the Lord of the Red Sand was panting wide.

The Emperor's little finger flew into Angelon's mouth with precision.

The next moment, the golden light that blinded Hades' eyes lit up.

And his defenseless back was also attacked by the Nighthuggers and knocked him away again.

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"My lord, what happened?!"

The Imperial Regent slammed open the office door without a figure, and Macado looked in horror at the Emperor, who was sitting at his usual desk.

But the table in front of him cracked, as if it had been split by might.

The document was also split in half, and the emperor held the pen in silence, the end of which slid off the pen.

The emperor raised his eyes silently, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

Macardo looked at him, waiting for an explanation from the Lord of Men.

Eventually, the emperor's mouth moved slightly,

"There are dogs."

Stuff.

yes, 3.4k is gone!

(End of chapter)