The Grey Helmet trampled over the loose earth, and the clods of earth, soaked in blood and dried, made a gurgling sound.

Above the dome in the distance, the red rain fell into the sky, tearing the gray mist through the thread of fire.

[You can't go to the front anymore. 】

Fenus's calm voice sounded, and the original body frowned tightly as he stared at Hades, who was resting next to the blackstone obelisk.

Hades was lazily clasping his arms as he leaned against the moving blackstone obelisk, and around him, the pitch-black arc seemed to tear the space apart, revealing an inorganic undertone.

“…… I have that in mind,"

Hades said silently, and he swallowed the blood gushing up his throat without a trace,

The battle with the subspace just now, although it was overwhelmed for a while, but the backlash against his body was also quite serious, and Hades's current state was not very good.

Hades thought to himself that he had to at least make sure that the only person who could suppress the subspace played the whole game, which meant that he couldn't leave the ICU in the middle of the match-fixing game.

Hades sighed, and he said,

"Rest assured, Fenus, I am not a belligerent."

Fenus's iron-gray eyes stared at Hades, and Fenus recalled what he had seen earlier, frantically chasing the people on the other side, and even needed the Praetorian Army and the Silent Nun to go up and pull at the same time-

Say you don't love war.

Mixed emotions rose in Fenus's eyes, but in the end, the Lord of Medusa decided to trust the other side, and the most important step in cooperation is to trust each other at the top of cooperation.

[I hope you do what you say, Hades.] 】

Hades blinked,

"I will."

With Hades' voice, pale green lightning cracked out from the pitch-black arc, the red light of Hades' mechanical left eye became brighter and brighter, and the sound of rustling came from under the feet of Fenus.

Fernus lowered his eyes, he took a small step back, silver-white metal droplets flickered, and the cold liquid from the soil, slowly climbed up the helmet of the Lord of Medusa against gravity, and continued to flow upward along the dark gray armor.

"In the next battle, I and the Silent Order will assist the Iron Hand in the battle."

Hades spoke, and he looked into the distance, and his eyes reflected the army of the Iron Hand.

[Okay.] 】

Fernus said,

[So is it offensive or defensive next?] 】

Hadiston paused, the Silent Order and the Iron Hand were at a disadvantage in terms of troops, and at the same time, the Empire's reinforcements did not know when they would arrive.

Hades, on the other hand, is convinced that he has just inflicted a heavy blow on Perturabo and wounded Vashtor.

Hades pondered for a moment, his mind was on the map of Cadia, but the biggest destabilizing factor was always psionic energy - as long as psionic energy existed, you couldn't just follow a normal strategic march.

In the end, Hades felt the hostility of the planet towards him, and slowly opened his mouth,

"Attack."

He said, a tight smile pulled into the corners of Fenus's mouth, and it seemed that he thought the same as Fenus,

The Iron Hand is ready. 】

The Lord of Medusa said simply, and his cold words were filled with rage.

Hades laughed too,

"Let's see whose knife is sharper."

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[The Iron Hand has landed.] 】

After a long silence, Perturabo spoke,

[Plains 3 has already joined up with the Silent Retreat, and the fleets in orbit on the planet Cardia are still fighting each other, and they have taken advantage of the gap to surrender and land. 】

Vashtor's gaze was fixed on Peturabo,

Nourished by the vast ocean, Vashtor became even greater and more terrifying, as if he could not see the wound he had just suffered.

The monster said slowly and methodically,

+ Our goal is not to win this battle. +

It pointed it out directly, and Perturabo looked back at it indifferently, a man and a monster a few meters apart, and in the middle of it, the chubby Raton was spreading his hands, somewhat bewildered in an attempt to reconcile the awkward atmosphere.

+ Only those who are spurned by the gods...... It's just him, just kill him, and the rest will be easy. +

Vashtor said,

+ Whether it's Fenus, or something else...... Even Horus, as long as all the Blackstone Obelisks succeeded in reversing polarity, no matter which primordial body could prevent this miracle from happening. +

[Except for him.] 】

Peturabo said without hesitation, grinning as if the suffering had not happened to him,

[How are you going to kill him?] None of us killed him when he was alone, and now—defended by an entire legion of Iron Hands, do you think we can kill him?" 】

Peturabo whispered,

[This is unrealistic. 】

The flames of Vashtor's body burned, and iron worms writhed in circles around his metal body,

+ That's not the right time...... Subspace needs a sense of ritual, Peturabo, keep that in mind. +

Perturabo scoffed, mocking Varshtor's ridiculousness, when Ratton, caught between the two, let out a muffled cough, as if swallowing a mouthful of thick phlegm.

"May I say a few words, two adults?"

Vashtor flicked his iron wings and motioned for Raton to speak, while Perturabo folded his arms,

[You'd better hurry, time is running out.] 】

"Thank you for your generosity, my lord."

Raton said slowly,

"But you don't have to worry about that, time is merciful and stands still, and we have enough time to wait for death to happen."

"Adults,"

Raton said,

"We can reopen the Blackstone Obelisk and increase it to the maximum, sacrificing a few main towers as pointers to adjust the room—"

[What's the use of this?] 】

Perturabo directly interrupted Raton impatiently,

[Even if the obelisk array is opened, and the monster is there, the big rift still can't be opened.] 】

Beneath the helmet and pus, Raton smiled, and he stretched out his fingers to fiddle with the clanging flasks around his waist.

"My lord, I know something,"

He said

"Suppressing the psionic energy that pours out of Kadia and the entire Great Rift will also come at a cost, and it will do a good job - at least to stop him from continuing to devour the innocent souls around him."

Vashtor's voice sounded uncertainly, as if suddenly stuck,

+ You mean to let him devour psionic energy? +

"This is the will of a loving Father."

Raton said solemnly, and the Nurgle spirits at his feet stood up and began to salute solemnly,

"It's also the will of the Supreme Heaven, I don't know exactly what's going to happen in this, but it can really suppress him in the short term."

Vashtor was silent, unaware that the Lord of the Hearth was unaware that the strength of Hades' body would be worn down by devouring a large amount of psionic energy.

But it knew that if the concentration of psionic energy was high enough to be much higher than the rate at which the cursed could devour it, then the rest of the souls would be able to survive by his side for a certain amount of time.

But...... But what about after that? What kind of existence will Hades, who has devoured a lot of psionic energy, grow into?

Vashtor knew what the four gods wanted to do.

For Hades, there is no such thing as a story.

The arc around it squirmed subconsciously, because there was no [sacrifice], even if it tried to kill Hades, if it really succeeded, it would be dragged into the abyss by the madness of this madman before his death, which was an ending that no one wanted to see.

Therefore, there must be a [sacrifice] present, which is why Vashtor did not hesitate to retreat tactically, there was no [sacrifice] in the presence at that time.

The fire in Vastor's eyes burned through Perturabo without a trace, no, not him, his fate had not been interfered with too much by Hades - the Lord of the Hearth was sure of this.

A drop of pus dripped from Raton's armor, and the little Nurgle spirits at the apothecary's feet were chirping and squinting at Peturab, and some at Luojia, but the Lord of the Hearth didn't care about these cute little things.

In other words, what Vashtor had to do next was to send Luojia, or Fenus, to Hades and sacrifice a primordial life in exchange for the complete death of the damned.

The conditions for victory have always been simple, one of the primordials will die next to Hades, and the rest, the four gods, will do it themselves.

However, due to the existence of the Hades Black Domain, it is difficult for Vashtor to complete the above conditions, and the indiscriminate attack on the soul is a deadly attack for any subspace creature.

The likelihood of getting close to Hades is zero.

And now, as Raton says......

If Hades' Black Domain is restricted, then the next action will be much simpler.

But they have only one chance, and failure will lead to real disaster.

But......

Vashtor thought that since the four gods had already said this sentence through the mouth of Raton, it proved that the four gods of the next war would also go all out in the true sense.

Because the four gods can't accept defeat either.

The fire burned quietly.

When the four gods used the strategy of opening the black stone obelisk, they had already tacitly acknowledged that there was only one end of this river of fate-

That is, a real death.

+ Good. +

Vashtor hissed,

+ It seems that we can fight a truly "fair" battle next. +

The Lord of the Hearth laughed, ignoring Perturabo, who was staring at him coldly.

【Okay,】

Peturabo said,

[I don't care about any of that - I'd like to fight Fenus next, Vashtor, and you can choose your opponent, Hades. 】

Vashtor's laughter faded away.

In the end, it fell silent.

[Also,]

Perturabo stared at Laton, his black and gray eyes flashing with the bright yellow of chaotic vigilance,

[Take out the rust you used to corrupt the Iron Warriors, little apothecary.] 】

Beside Perturabo, Vashtor froze, and even the arc seemed to stagnate,

But other than that, the two people who are talking are unusually natural,

"Yes, sir."

Raton said meekly, picking out the vial from his waist with his fingertips, and in the glass bottle, the rust that looked like a dried blood scab was breathing.

How should it be used? 】

Perturabo asked, and he saw Raton uncork the bottle directly, and Perturabo subconsciously took a half-step back.

"Just dip it on."

Raton said nonchalantly,

"I'll spread it to the Iron Hand. Master Perturabo. ”

Perturabo swallowed, his Adam's apple moving up and down,

[Give me a little.] 】

He said, Fenus's grim look in front of him.

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【The other side】

Luojia was standing under the towering tower, the black puffing powder floating down, and the eyelashes of the original body trembled,

[It's crazy. 】

He muttered, whispering about the strange structure that had just been erected with the help of the Whisperers and the local natives, and Ingesel laughed,

"My lord, this is the most crucial step, and only it can get that false god out."

Luojia pursed his lips, and he circled around the main tower with great interest,

【…… Infuse subspace into the physical universe...... But that's not all...... With the help of the subspace impact of this great catastrophe in human history...... The aftermath is also powerful enough. 】

Luojia paused for a moment, and he asked with some concern,

[This alone is not enough, it can only tear apart the empire, but it cannot imprison him. 】

"Oh, oh, my naïve adult!"

Ingesel smirked,

"The Lord who symbolizes hope and ripples will use His might—He has been preparing for this moment for too long."

Luojia turned his head sideways, he stared at Ingesel calmly, holding his wrist uncomfortably, stroking,

[I mean...... Isn't that enough? They need a guide, I mean, a occult, blood-related to his offspring. 】

Luojia stood silent, his body trembling slightly, his silence was a little too long, Ingelsel looked at him strangely,

Luojia took a step back slightly,

[Is it me?] 】

He said

[I am happy to sacrifice myself for the gods and tear off his mask of hypocrisy.] 】

Ingersel's frantic words went down, it stared at Luojia, its body twitched violently, and in a trance, Luojia's afterglow saw the blue wings falling, but the next moment, it all disappeared again, leaving only the convulsive Ingersel,

The Great Demon opened his mouth and giggled.

"The stage for this good show is not here, good boy."

He laughed and mocked loudly, fate was predestined, and the future had been observed by those who had passed, and it had collapsed into the only ending.

Those who see the sorrow of the future are destined to embark on the road to the future! Let's fight hard! Twist in despair on the path of fate! Every point of struggle will make the final end looming.

He can't wait for this wonderful fate that is already happening in the future.

【Past】

【Nikaia Conference】

【Chiko Lounge】

Magnus shuddered, he gulped in a big breath, and in his eyes, the cold light that predicted the future slowly faded.

He raised his hand tremblingly, and in the red palm of his hand, the cold and biting blizzard seemed to still be in the palm of his hand.

He stood in the blizzard, and the whole world was crying out for him, and those kind subspace beings were willing to sacrifice for the fate of mankind! Magnus raised his hand, it wasn't enough, it wasn't enough, his soul began to burn, he shouted the spell, he would sacrifice himself, in a determination he had not yet understood—

Magnus took a deep breath, his eyes darkened, and he leaned feebly against the cabin, feeling the slight tremor of the space wolf ship.

Tara......

Magnus thought, the emperor still couldn't believe him, and he left a small piece of Magnus's soul.

And that's probably a good thing.

In prison, Magnus smiled bitterly, scratching his already blown hair with some irritation, and he saw the prophecy in his dreams again.

Magnus smiled wryly, this is nothing more than ...... It's just a lie, he has long been forced by the emperor to see the truth.

The Scarlet Sinner shuddered, and for a long time in the darkness, he fell silent again.

Merely......

There was no snow on Cadia, so what did Magnus see?

Praise the Father! Praise! Praise you!! Seven blessings, seven times incorruptible!

(End of chapter)