Only the coldest and hardest metal machines can tame the beast of war, making it bow its high head.

Blood and tears are just a little joke of war, and the real king is a miracle made of alloy and gunpowder.

Hold the reins of industry, the most glorious and violent war horse in human history.

Undefeated ever since.

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A storm of wrath slammed down on him, vowing to tear him off from his height.

He was indifferent to this, and billions of cries rose around him.

He felt the pulse of metal.

He heard the hum of the power armor shattering in the bitter cold, the roar of the gears in the skeleton of the sage, the explosion of the overheated engine among the galloping knights, the roar of the driver within the massive Titan.

The explosive rifle buried in the corpse let out a low moan, the downed helmet was crying silently, the chainsaw axe was lying on the ground in vain, and the owner holding it had fallen.

The ships in orbit called to him as transparently and ethereally, as far away as the sound of the tide on the shoreline, and the stormbirds fell in the wind, struggling to smash to the ground under the giant hand of gravity, and in the reddish-brown dirty earth, a small bright yellow wildflower bloomed and disappeared in an instant.

Hades lowered his eyes, and the gears and cables laid him out of the battlefield.

He began to lay out.

Even in the nearer dimensional dimensions of space, where the flames of war were burning more violently, the golden giants and the shattered black-robed Grim Reaper, they were like the war itself, and the red gold light and dim darkness focused the attention of all beings on this.

But the scale of this war was far greater than that, and he looked at the charging people.

He raised his hand, floating metal and lightning as his gown, and radio waves as his baton.

The first waves of electricity trembled in the air, and the World Eaters and Cathars, scattered by the Nighthuers and Space Necrons, received the coordinate signal, and the crowd began to gather, rushing forward like a stream into a sea of artillery and gunsmoke.

The heavy vehicles struggling in pools of mud and blood roared, and the gods showed them the way, reloading, aiming, firing, and countless cannonballs arced through the air and smashed into the ranks of space necromancers.

In the sea of radio waves, the gods let out a long, long, sigh like an ancient whale, and the ripples rippled layer by layer, and the mechanical beasts heard his call, and they roared into battle, some into death, others into more remote battlefields.

There, the space necrons that the Nighthuers despise are being consumed in a frenzy, the aftermath of the divine war wipes out thousands of soldiers, the dragon's wisdom puts the resurrection agreement out of work, and green lightning stealthily rises to strike at the aliens.

Hades waved his baton, he answered the shouts of the people, whispers ringing in the ears of every sage, and he sprinkled the necessary wisdom, even if the price of it would be the brokenness of the bearer.

He could not see life and fragile organisms, he could not hear the cries of soul and intellect to him, but he could see the gears spinning, moving forward with a posture that would never retreat.

It must be done by them, the dragon is watched, and covert actions must be carried out by the despised.

Countless sages have fallen on the road, but there are also countless sages who have stepped into the forbidden area of life, they are fragmented and will never retreat.

Eventually, the thirty-seventh sage who touched the creation of the black stone did it—

Space twisted abruptly, tyrannical power gripped the chains of the Nightgoers, and with unquestionable determination, the cage began to recycle its prisoners, slowly and resolutely withdrawing back his power.

The Nighthuer let out a terrible wail, and the shattered god began his last frantic struggle.

Absolutely, with an overwhelming physical law descending on this place, the king on the skull seat shouted angrily, and the frowning brow of the human lord slowly smoothed.

Opposite the Nighthue, Angelon, whose head was dripping blood, let out an angry roar, and the Son of God raised his battle axe and threw the last axe at his enemies. Then he staggered and fell to the ground.

The floating metal caught him.

In the darkness, a furious arc of scorching green tumbled, and the pitch-black scythe hung down, and the metal melted, dripping on the scythe, and teardrops brushed across the scythe.

Hades raised his scythe with a blank face.

The sky trembled, and another megaship slammed into the Nighthugger.

In the distance, Karn looked incredulously into the middle of the battlefield.

A huge mushroom cloud rose up, and the next moment, the roaring darkness burst out in the smoke of gunpowder, and the magnificent phantom of pain and entanglement appeared in the air, and the angry and unwilling screams pierced the sky, and the darkness showed its fangs towards the darkness, and the sickle slashed down at the sickle—

The space suddenly went black and white, and the screaming came to an abrupt end.

In the distance, the dragon's roar faded away.

It was as if the pause button had been pressed, and the people stopped in astonishment, all the impact was silent, they heard the sound of the engine idling, and they heard the fire of war burning silently.

The charging soldier with his spear looked at the center of the battlefield, the dazzling red gold light was slowly dissipating, as if representing the departure of the gods, and the dark clouds slowly floated, and a faint dull green lit up in between.

"Dah."

Karn blinked in surprise, the sound of the liquid landing was so crisp and distinct.

"Da-da."

The sage trembled and stretched out his hand, and a silvery-white drop struck his half-broken hand, and it obediently and mercifully slid into the cross-section of the gears and wires, enveloping the wound.

It's raining.

Ohm Messiah shed his tears.

The rain gradually became heavier, and the thunder of the pine trees split the storm, washing the land along with the torrential rain.

It's over.

Above the wasteland, the survivors began to cheer.

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"Fu ...... Give me a hand. ”

Hades said weakly, but apparently the Janissaries and nuns beside him hesitated.

Not to blame them, Hades was now lying on his side on Anglon, who had fallen into a deep coma, faint green lightning was lighting up around Anglon, and they could clearly see the metal flowing upwards towards Anglon's nails, which no longer rang and lay quietly on Anglon's head like a dead snake.

Angron was close to death, and if Hades hadn't said he was still alive, I'm afraid no one would have believed that the blood-drained primordial was alive.

Hades coughed quietly,

"I said, come and help me."

Charon and Blackfa glanced at each other, then Blackfa raised his hand, and little Herella stepped forward hesitantly,

"Your Excellency, are you sure you can stand up now?"

“……”

Hades gasped,

“…… Didn't you realize that I've been holding down Angron?! I can't keep the wounded pressed?! ”

Realizing that the original body had human rights, the Janissaries and the nuns suddenly came to their senses, and they removed Hades and brought them back to the fleet that had been waiting above orbit with Angrone.

On the storm bird, Hades looked out the window in silence.

Under his orders, the army was already on guard at the cages where the Broken Nightgoers were imprisoned, and the people struggled to stand on top of the layers of metal skeletons, chatting loudly and easily, showing each other the scars covered in liquid metal, and pulling the corpses with their feet from time to time.

He looked to the center, but the twisted figure of the Nighthuer wasn't worth Hades' stop, and he looked to the side—

There, a sage's corpse stood intact, the activation of the extradimensional cage that brought his life to a halt at that moment, but even if he survived, he would die from the excess knowledge that was crudely crammed in a short period of time.

And within five paces beside him, no less than twenty corpses of sages were lying quietly.

And within ten kilometers of him, there were more deaths than raindrops.

Also, yards

(End of chapter)